A Demon in the Modern World [ Errorink / Errink ]

Chapter 11 - Fetching, is The Dog's Job

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Our first stop was a small, tucked-away store. I wasn't exactly sure what it sold; the items looked strange. Some seemed to be fruits but intertwined with colourful flowers in ways I had never seen before. Others were just... odd- too strange to even begin explaining.

I did ask Error what those stuff were but he just ignored me, like the bitch he was.

The shopkeeper was... polite, I suppose. At least, he seemed that way at first. He offered his help whenever we needed it, speaking in a calm, almost too-friendly tone. But the moment we turned our backs to leave, I heard him muttering under his breath while he counted the coins we had paid him with, cursing us as we walked out.

Why? Well, how would I know???? We only looked at those weird-ass flowers, bought two and left! What was his problem??? AT LEAST WE BOUGHT SOMETHING FROM HIM! Imagine if we hadn't... I swear, he might've actually killed us if we walked out empty-handed... and I'm not even joking...

But besides that rude guy...

The Underworld hadn't exactly been... welcoming. I didn't expect a warm reception, but I'd hoped for something better. Like, I don't know, not getting side-eyed every time Error and I passed someone - whether they were short but broad or tall but lanky... or a pack of small goblins trying to snatch either my nonexistent wallet or, worse, me.

Like, are they seriously thinking: 'Oooh, he doesn't have anything on him, might as well steal the whole guy!' LIKE COME ON?!? How stupid are these guys??

"You're going to turn red if you don't stop fussing over those idiots," Error remarked suddenly, glancing sideways at me with a smirk.

I huffed, crossing my arms. My fingers messed impatiently with my sleeve as I stared at the ground, trying to shake off the irritation.
"...Sorry," I muttered, still feeling irritated...... I guess I'll just have to curse them when we get back home...if we ever get back home.

I sighed, my shoulders slumping. With how much we'd already walked, my legs were starting to feel like lead. We had only bought 2 things too!!! When was this going to ennddd???

"At this rate," I mumbled to myself, "it feels like we've been walking for miles." I glanced up at Error, who was strolling along effortlessly like he was taking a walk in a nice, relaxing park. My feet ached, even though I didn't have any muscles that would cause the aches, and I tried to imply we should take a break, or at least slow down, but Error just waved it off...as usual..

"Hm... not yet," he said, his tone as casual as ever. "Just a bit more, and we'll hit the one-mile mark." He then glanced at me with a sheepish smile. "So, hang in there, lil' guy."

...Lil' guy....?

I stopped dead in my tracks, glaring at him. "Oh, I'm sorry I'm not built like a tall, mother fucking giraffe like you, Godzilla!" I snapped, throwing my arms up in sheer frustration. "And I'm sorry you couldn't take the hint! Here, let me spell it out for ya, bud: I. WANT. A. BREAK."

If I'd taken a second to glance around, I would've noticed a bunch of monsters stopping in their tracks to stare at the scene - probably wondering if I'd lost it. This guy's insane or Just give him the break, man is what they were probably thinking...

Error, on the other hand, looked caught off guard. He glanced around at the onlookers and sighed heavily, pinching his nonexistent nose in a gesture of exasperation. "Alright, alright... We'll stop for a bit." His eyes scanned the surroundings until they landed on a small spot. "There," he pointed. "We can sit there. Come on."