A Truce is Formed!!!

2:|| Married Life

Character Focus for Chapter 2: Ink

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Ink ran around his house with an old, oversized T-shirt (belonging to his husband, Error), purple shorts with white and rainbow unicorns on them (women's sized, because Ink was just built different) and rainbow knee high socks. Error sat on the living room couch, occasionally looking up when Ink stupidly ran into something. But mostly, Error looked down at his Nintendo Switch, more focused on "Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom."

(*A/N (Sora/Austin): a game I myself have never played.*)

Ink slipped and fell onto the carpet, fake sobbing dramatically and holding his arm out. He waved excessively to Error until the glitch got off the sofa and grabbed Ink's hand, pulling him up. 

Ink had a cheesy grin on his face. "Oh, thank you, Ruru!!"

Error blinked at him, them dropped his hand. Ink fell to the ground with an unnecessarily emphasized "Oof!"

Married life for Ink was going nearly exactly as they had expected. From the beginning of their relationship with Error, they knew it would hardly be your average lovey-dovey thing. But they certainly loved Error, and Error loved them. They just... Didn't overdo it. They acted more like annoying roommates, which Ink was more than okay with. 

(*A/N: Ink is he/they/it, thanks for understanding 😊*)

Ink got up again, frowning and turning away from Error. They walked into the kitchen to make themself something to eat. Something simple that wouldn't result in a house fire, because Error didn't trust them not to. 

Ink dragged a vibrant pink plastic step stool across the floor and over to the cabinets, where it used it to give itself more height. Ink was short, there was no doubt about that. That's why when Ink got married, Error bought it a stool for high to reach places such as the kitchen cabinets. 

It snatched a bag of pancake mix and threw it on the ground, evidently opening it and tossing mix up in the air. Embarrassed, Ink hopped off the ladder and began to clean up the mess with a wet rag. Not that Error really cared about it, but Ink did. 

Ink sighed, grabbing the bag of pancake mix and setting it down on the countertop. It then rummaged through a cabinet for a pancake maker and plugged it in. After a while, Ink had created the liquid mix to pour into the pancake maker. Once it was done, Ink went into the fridge and took out whipped cream and fruit. It placed them onto the countertop, found a cutting board, and began to chop the fruit. 

(Obviously accidentally cutting its finger in the process, because this IS Ink, after all.)

Error came into the kitchen after a while and stared at him. He frowned at Ink's bleeding finger and disappeared. After a few minutes, he returned with a Band-Aid and a Wet Wipe. 

"Ink, you are a fool," Error mumbled, cleaning Ink's finger before wrapping the bandage around it while Ink grinned at him like a total idiot. 

"I am, I am, but look, Ruru! I made pancakes for us!"

Error chuckled, cracking a genuine smile. "Aw, thanks, idiot."

Ink had to refill the pancake maker several times so that Error could have some as well. While Error stood by the maker, Ink pulled out his phone to read what he hoped was Nightmare's reply about the truce. 

Lo and behold, it was:

ʏᴇᴀʜ, ʏᴇᴀʜ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ? 

Ink's eyes lit up, and Error turned to him, chuckling. 

"Oh, what's got you in such a good mood now, hm?" Error asked, although he had already assumed. 

"The truce, Ruru, it's happening."

"Oh, really... Huh, wonder what made Nightmare agree to it?"

Ink rolled their eyes. "Honestly, better it had to do with Killer."

"Oh, for sure."

Ink replied quickly to Nightmare:

😄ᴏʜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ! ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛʏ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ. 

Error sat down at the table with Ink, his own pancake rather boring looking. All he had was chocolate chips inside it, but Ink had assumed he'd do that, anyway. 

Ink leaned back in their seat, resting their feet on the table and awaiting one final message from Nightmare before they were satisfied. After a few minutes, they got it:

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ. sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɴ.