Ink's back slid down against his door. The constant rapping on the wood from the other side was giving him a headache. He needed to be alone, he needed to be away from him. He was the reason Ink was in fits. He was the reason behind Ink's undoing. It was his fault. "Ink, please." He cried from the other side. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I swear." Ink tried to shut him out, he wanted to shut him out, but his words kept filling Ink's nonexistent ears. He kept saying how sorry he was, like it was an accident. It wasn't an accident. He did it to hurt Ink. He only wanted to hurt him. The pounding of his fists on the bedroom door was making it rattle and shake. He sure packed a punch, even if it was being taken out on a door. Error called different nonsense, hoping something would lure Ink out of his solitude. "Ink, can we please just talk about this?" Error asked. "Like adults? You're being childish about this whole situation." That was it. That's was the line that caused Ink to snap. He stood and whipped the door open, anger visible on his face. His eye-sockets dark with rage. "Childish, Error!? Really!? You're going to stoop so low as to call me childish!?" Ink half-shouted. "You cheated, Error! And you're sitting here calling me childish, like it was my fault?!"
"Oh my God, Ink!" Error cried out in frustration. "It's just Monopoly!'
