ErrorInk [Slow Updates]

"Ink, I love you."

OMG thank you guys so much! Never would've thought in a million years I would get this many views and votes. Thanks to everyone! Also I'm out of the E.R. Turn out it was a bladder infection. I'm pretty much completely healed now so... yeah! Anyway, enjoy!
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Ink sat on his swivel chair, his pen hovering over the paper. What to draw, what to draw? I've drawn pretty much anything and everything. Well... it's been awhile since I've drawn something sad. Maybe I'll do that.
Ink started his sketch but halfway through he just completely gave up. "I can't think of anything good!" Ink groaned as he crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it out. A poem instead? Or a story? Why bother? I can only think of depressing things.
Ink stood up and left his room. "Hey, Ink." Dream said from the couch. He sure does love that couch. He's always sitting on it. "Hey Dream." Ink replied and sat beside him. He could've sworn he saw Dream blush but he decided not to ask. "How are you and your brother?" Ink asked instead. "Uh, we're doing fine. I guess. How're you doing?" Dream replied. "Fine."
The rest was silence. Again.

[Date]

Dream said he was spending the day here. Needed a break from his brother. That's great. I guess.
But recently I've been feeling... weird... around Ink. Not weird in a bad way. But weird in a... good way? I always get this... tingly feeling when I'm with him. I just feel... relaxed? Happy? And it's not like no one else makes me feel like that. Dream is very helpful. Along with Blueberry (he started helping me as well.) Even though I kiiinnndddaaaa, ssoooooorrrrtttaaaa, mmmmaaaayyyyybbbbeeeeee... kidnapped him and used him as a live puppet... buuuttttt that's irrelevant. My point is Ink makes me feel... better than happy. Better than great. To the point where I practically have to cling onto him for dear life. And that's... odd to me. I'm not used to feeling like this. Feeling so attached to someone. Let alone anything. I don't know what to name it. The feeling. Maybe I'll figure it out tomorrow. Later.

[Still the same date you fool]

Pretty uneventful day in my opinion. But that's ok! Because tomorrow is gonna be the greatest day ever! I'm positive of it. And if I'm wrong, I won't be wrong. Because I'm gonna make tomorrow the best day no matter what! I'll probably get me, Error, Dream, and Blueberry together, and then we'll go somewhere really fun! Maybe Candytale tomorrow. Or Dusttale. Or Asylumtale. Or Littletale... I'll decide tomorrow. I'm just really glad Error's doing good now. I've been reading his journal entries from now on, just to make sure. And I can tell he's made a huge improvement! I think I can stop snooping in his journal in about a day or two. Because I really don't like snooping. But at least it's for a good reason. I did take the knife out of his drawer on... y'know... that night... just for precautions. However one thing I noticed in particular that he wrote... he said something about a 'soulless freak' thing. No idea what he was talking about, and I'm kinda curious. Anyway, Ink out!

Dream couldn't help but think of Ink. Whenever he wasn't fighting Nightmare, he was day-dreaming about Ink. He was just so... perfect. Dream has loved Ink for a whole four years now and he still hasn't gathered the courage to tell him. He's gotten close to telling him. He just chickened out at the last minute. Why would Ink like him back? "C'mon. Let's not think badly about this. You're telling him tonight. That's final. Ink is a good person. He wouldn't hate you. Even if he tried." Dream said, trying to convince himself. "Tonight..." he sighed.

Ink hummed one of his favourite melodies as he cleaned up around the house. "Oh, good morning Error." He greeted as Error walked down the steps. "Thanks." He said drowsily, barely acknowledging Ink. "Never thought you'd wear short sleeves." He commented, noticing Error's scared arms. "Oh, yeah..." Error chuckled nervously and looked down at the ground. "Not to mention we're going outside." Ink added. "How 'bout I just put on my jacket?" Error suggested. Ink nodded and continued cleaning around. "Where are we going anyway?" Error asked. "Not sure. I'll figure it out once we get there." Ink replied.
"Hey Ink!" Dream exclaimed, bursting through the front door. "Well, how nice of you to drop in. How are you?" Ink said, who seemed occupied with his cleaning. "I'm good! You? Do you want some help with that?" Dream asked hurriedly. "I'm doing good. As for the cleaning, I got it." Ink shrugged. "Thanks for acknowledging me Dream. Really. 'preciate it." Error folded his arms across his chest. "Oh, sorry!" Dream apologized. "Wait... aren't you usually asleep now?" he pointed out. "Yeah. Ink wanted me out earlier today." Error replied. Well, there goes my plan of confession.

Dream chuckled nervously. No. I will confess today.
"Ink? Can I talk to you in private?" Error is probably gonna find out right after anyway but it'll be easier for me without him staring at me.
"Uh, sure. Just gimme a sec." Ink replied.

"What did you want to talk about that's so private?" Ink asked, cocking a brow(?). "U-uhm. I... wanted to talk to you about..." Dream started as he closed the door behind him. "I-I..." C'mon Dream. Don't you dare chicken out on this again.
"I love you." Dream said bluntly. "Four whole years now I've loved you." Dream stared at Ink, worry plastered all over his face. He was freaking out. "Dream... I..." Ink began.