Make It Possible [Underverse]

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This seems very... Interesting...

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It was already after the feral event with the two skeletons involved...
Basically, what happened was that the two of them got teleported to who-knows-where, they spent some miserable time together and only managed to get out once they've settled on making a Truce with each other...

And so far, the two were hellishly bored. Ink couldn't help with creating any new AUs... Error couldn't destroy them...
It was only to be expected that soon, either of them would try to hang out with the other.

Surprisingly, it was the, now former, Destroyer that came to the Creator.
It honestly wasn't hard to find the artist skeleton, ever since the Truce happened, he's been mostly sitting at the cliff in Outertale and drawing in his sketchbook.

What a surprise it was for Ink when he saw that his enemy was sitting down next to him, though. He literally jumped in his spot slightly, causing the glitched skeleton to let out a distorted snort.
And then, they fell into awkward silence that continued for a very long time.

At last, one of them spoke:
"So... Why are you here?" it was Ink. He was looking at Error out of the corner of his eye socket.
The black skeleton shrugged in response.
"I DuNno." he said simply.
Silence yet again.

At least until Ink sighed.
"Bored, huh?"
Error just gave up on hiding that and nodded dumbly.
"Well... The stars sure are beautiful tonight." the artist looked up at the sky, the former Destroyer following his gaze.
"HuH. ThEy rEalLy aRE." he slowly blinked as he spoke, looking at the glimmering lights above them.
"You know what else is beautiful?" Ink asked, a mischievous smirk on his... Teeth? Imaginary lips? How do skeletons even smirk?... Whatever...

Error deadpanned.
"InK dOn't you fReAKiNg DarE..." he growled, squinting his eye sockets at the skeleton next to him.
"My Broomie, ya doofus, what did ya think I was gonna say?"
After Ink's response, dial-up noises could be heard coming from Error, who was badly glitching- he was supposedly... Triggered.

The Creator literally burst out in laughter at the former Destroyer's reaction. So hard, that if he had a stomach, it would probably hurt.
After Error's little glitching session was over, he had the urge to just... Wrap Ink up in his strings to shut him up and wipe that stupid grin off of his face. What he did instead, was just growl and scoot away a little, grumbling under his breath about how he regrets making the truce with Ink.
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Hilarious...

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Even if Ink heard Error's grumbles about his regrets, he probably didn't care. He just slowly tried to regain his composure, which took him some time...
A couple of minutes...
Maybe half an hour...
None of the two were sure, they weren't so good with telling the time due to living outside of actual time and space.

But at last, the artist let out one final breath of recomposure and looked at his opposite.
"Heeeey, I'm sorry, but... Your reaction was priceless..." he apologized, which didn't sound so sincere because of the snort at the end.
Error simply rolled his eyes, glancing back at Ink.
"Eh, wHaTeVeR..." he muttered, scoffing as he finished- he had a reason to be amused.
The Creator, somehow, raised his non-existent eyebrow.
"What's so funny?" he asked in confusion... Did he have something on his face?... Well, except the permanent paint splatter on his jaw- that was always there and not really laugh-worthy.
"IT's fUnNy..."
"Hm?"
"FUnnY thaT wE wEre At eAcH oTheR's thrOats, ReadY to kIlL tHe oTher nOt sO long AgO..." Error let out a distorted chuckle.
Ink blinked a couple of times.
"Error? I hate to point it out to you... But I never wanted to kill you..." he frowned.
The said skeleton looked at him in surprise.
"WHat?"
"Well... I'm not sure if you've noticed... But my attacks were never meant to seriously hurt you... Mostly disarm you. To be precise- I wanted to stop you without killing you." Ink carefully explained, smiling sheepishly.
It was Error's turn to laugh.
When he stopped he said:
"WitHoUt kILLiNg mE? WhAt, mAyBe yOu'd tRy bEfrIendInG mE TOO?!"

He continued to laugh... Until he noticed the way Ink was looking at him.
"You're... Not joking..." he muttered, his voice sounding surprisingly normal.
When he spoke again though, his voice went back to being the distorted mess it usually was:
"YoU rEAlLy aRe a StRanGe oNe, Ink."
Ink simply grinned.
"I know."

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We both know.