Paint Is Meant To Fade

Chapter 5: Gosh Dangit.

Ink's POV
      "So Sans, could you speak to me? It would help you to let something off your chest. Or... Ribs, in your case," Ink urged himself not to laugh. Clearly Toriel was waiting for a reaction, so he gave her one.
      He scowled and turned away, "there's nothing I need to say." Taking a quick peak, Ink saw Toriel wilt and break beneath his words. Why was he acting this way? He was truly the most selfish and cruel being known to existence. Toriel was so kind and forgiving. Always looking out for the children who went through the Ruins. And now here he was, tampering with the original.
      Ink's phone buzzed then, like the sound of church bells escaping the sanctuary with a wave of laughter and joy. Not quite what he was expecting, but at this point, Ink would take the opportunity with open arms. ((Ink now has a phone. Accept it and move on.))
      "Hello-" a scream cut him off. Followed by a chorus of glitched moans.
      Toriel turned a slight shade of pink, knowing what it was. Ink knew as well.
      Error.
      "I-INK! He-HelP m-Me!" his friend blurted. What was going on?! Was someone-
      "wHAt's HApPeninG t-TO ME?!" So it wasn't someone hurting him. Good. But then Error must be in- gosh dangit.
      "Error! I...I'm coming. Just hang tight. Okay?" Ink turned his gaze to Toriel. She nodded, still pink from the noises on the other line. The phone clicked off, and Ink opened a portal to the void, not caring whether Goat Mom was confused, and dashed through.
      His immediate thought was to check the creator's home. Error usually hung out there when Ink wasn't home, so perhaps the glitch had taken Ink's absence as an opportunity.
      Sure enough, when Ink opened the door, an echo of moaning and screaming came from inside. He followed the sounds to his bedroom, and peered in.
      Error was rolling violently on his bed, clutching his lower midsection. The center of his shorts were glowing a bright yellow, but the thing that caught Ink's full attention, was the contorted look of pain on the skeleton's face. He rushed over and gripped his shoulders. Error jumped and instantly jolted towards him, before recognizing the creator and beginning to.... Cry?
      "INK! I-I'M soRrY! *ungh!* I DidN't d-DO *mmh* iT! *aaah~*" his friend cried, gripping onto his scarf for support. This SERIOUSLY wasn't his day. A tingly sensation washed over him, and the melodic sounds of Error's moans begin to.... Turn him on?! Oh the stars. At this rate, Ink was doomed.
      Ink pressed his thumb against his best friend's collarbone, and began to run in the most comforting way he could. Error moaned, but to differ, it was in pleasure. Gripping Ink's scarf tighter, the destroyer pulled his friend towards him. The smaller skeleton gasped and pulled away. Error dug his fingertips into the fabric blocking his pelvis bone, tears spilling out of the glitch's eye sockets. Ink tried once again and shoved Error on his back against the bed. Each of the creator's arms trapped Error underneath him.

Gosh Fucking Dangit.