Let Me Get You Out Of There (PaperJam)

Friendship 1O1

I'm really trying to not call each chapter fuck. Why am I even fixated with letter F chapters anyways??

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How to make friends: do NOT enchain them if they don't listen.

...Ink was positive that there could be exceptions to the rule.

"What do you WANT, asshole?"

Error was currently sitting cross-legged struggling to get his hands out of the makeshift handcuffs, kinda funny how some simple paint could prevent someone to annihilate universes.

"As I said," Ink sat in front of him, mirroring his position "I just want to talk."

"Oh?" he raised a brow "Talking means tying up the other now?"

"You-"resist the urge to shove him in the nearest fucked up universe, Ink" You're not exactly in the position to say something like that."  the artist commented.

Error rolled his eyes "Very funny, assho-"

"Could you stop calling me that?" Ink cut in.

"Why? You still haven't introduced yourself. That's quite rude, you know."

Says the guy that was trying to kill him yesterday.

The other sighed. "My name's Ink. Happy now?"

"Nope." 

Ink's pupils narrowed, why was he trying to befriend this guy again? Oh right, the fate of the multiverse depended on it. yayyyy.

He must've been glaring for a while, because a loud "EHEM" snapped him out of it.

"I'm pretty sure this isn't what 'talking' means either." Error's annoyed face was masking amusement, Ink found himself wondering how far was Underlust from the antivoid.

He inhaled "So," uhh what's a conversation topic to discuss with a serial murderer? "What do you... Do in your free time?" fucking brilliant, Ink, want a gold star sticker or something?

"What?" He sounded genuinely confused, oooookay Ink had to admit that face was hilarious.

"Y'know... Any hobbies that don't involve mass genocide?" Error, surprisingly, wasn't laughing at his failed conversation attempt, huh, maybe he wasn't THAT bad.

"Not really. Why do you care?" Good question.

"So,  you just sit here... And do nothing?" He tilted his head to the side. Man that sounded boring, how could anyone stay surrounded by lifeless white vastitude for more than a day without going completely crazy? ...wait.

"I do look at the AUs sometimes. Besides, stop pitying me, Inky,  I'm used to it"

'Inky'.

Did he just call him Inky?

He totally just called him Inky.

INKY! WHO DOES THAT??

Probably his racing soul and flaming face weren't as subtle as he hoped, as Error started laughing at his expense.

"Wow! You blush rainbow?" his breath was glitching as another howl of mirth joined.

"H-HEY! It's not that funny!" Ink tried to protest as his magic made flip-flops.

"You're right, Inky! ITS HILARIOUS!" And the asshole kept laughing! Ink took back ANY positive thoughts he had for the other.

"Stttttaaaaahp!" He whined, but for some stupid reason, he found himself laughing along.  And boy did he laugh.

~o.0.o~

Few minutes -or whatever time unit works for the void- later, they were both out of breath on the floor, staring blankly at the not-there ceiling. What was so funny again?

"That was... Weirdly entertaining"

Ink's none-existent lungs were too busy searching for air, so a small nod was his only reply.

Their breathing slowed, and for the first time the static wasn't akward between them. Ink would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the other's presence.

"Error?" It slipped out so easily that even he was surprised.

"What?" The lack of nonchalance and annoyance caught him off guard, now he couldn't stop smiling.

"Do you like drawing?" He sat up, resuming his cross legged position, his hand searching for the sketchbook that somehow fitted in his jacket pocket.

"No. What's the point?" Error glanced at him sideways, raising an eyebrow- Gee he did that a lot.

"It's fun!" Ink shrugged "Some people draw for the sake of drawing, some like seeing the finished result, there's no need for a reason"

He ripped a page and grabbed a pencil, pushing them towards the glitch, hoping he would at least give it a try.

"So it's pretty much like killing?"

"Sure, you could put it that wa- WAIT WHAT?"

"You said it yourself, Inky, some people do it for the sake of doing it, some do it for the finished result. It's the same thing" Error sat up as well, chuckling at Ink's bewildered look.

"I have never thought about it that way?"

Error shrugged, smirking. "The more you know."

Ink laughed and shocked his head, he would worry about Error's murderous tendencies another time.

"You... Wanna give it a shot?" He pointed at the paper with his best puppy-dog-eyes attempt -Underswap had taught him many things.

This time it was Error's time to blush- HA! PAYBACK- "F-FINE! Whatever, just stop looking at me like that!"

Ink grinned in victory as Error picked up the pencil, eyeing it like he never saw anything like that before

Satisfied, he got a pencil himself and started drawing. Error had a very interesting design.

"Uh, Ink?"

"Yeah?"

Error rolled his eyes, then showed his bound wrists.

"Untie me?"

Right, the paint-chain-thing. That's how he blocked Error's magic in the first place.

A doubt swallowed his soul. Sure, the atmosphere was calm for now, but how long until the storm?

Should he really risk it? Did he really trust him?  The answer was no.
All logic was against freeing the killer, rationality screamed that it was a horrible idea, that he would've been dust if he did it,  that he would be failing every and any principle of common sense.

But hey, he was Ink Sans, a rainbow magical skeleton like many others.

Screw logic.

"Truce?"

"Truce."

The flick of fingers and dripping paint was the only sound that echoed throughout the antivoid.

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Fuck Writers block.

Also, chapter name suggestions? (Only requirement is stupidity/sillyness)