Ink and Error find each other in a strange situation.
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Tell me, all you parents: How many kids do you have? One? Two? Three? Five? Okay, great, how many people do you know have that amount? Do you know someone who has six kids? Probably not.
But what you don't know is one of the most famous on-the-run criminals has had more then that. Want to know how many kids he has?
Sixteen.
That is how many souls he has developed.
Fifteen.
How many eggs he's laid and abandoned thus far.
Sixteen.
That is how many pregnancies he's hid from Nightmare and Cross.
Error tapped his hands on the dining table in a rhythmic pace. He was watching Nightmare and Cross play video games, which Cross was failing horribly at. He was in his second stage of pregnancy, the soul already shelling. It was amazing how they didn't suspect a thing even after a few weeks of vomiting and pains but he was glad the duo had overlooked it.
His hand twitched.
He needed to lay the egg soon.
Error breathed in deep before sighing through his nose. "Guys?"
Nightmare and Cross looked up, pausing the video game. "What up?" Nightmare casually asked, grabbing a pillow from the couch and laying it on the floor before sitting on it, putting his arm on Cross' shoulders. The latter didn't do much but turn his head slightly.
"Yeah, Error?" Cross also asked.
"I'm going out for a while."
"To where?" Nightmare stuck out his tongue, "if it's to JR I'm coming with, I'm not missing out of that!"
Error shook his head a little too fast for his likings, "No, it's not to JR. I wouldn't leave you guys out!"
Cross chuckled slightly, "Well, alright, go ahead. But if we find out you went to JR there will be consequences!"
Error laughed and waved them off, summoning a portal and saluting, "Sironara!" before going through it.
Nightmare smiled as the portal closed. He cuddled up closer to Cross, "I already miss his presence."
Cross put an arm around Nightmare's hip and quickly clanked their teeth together, "I do too, but we can fend for ourselves."
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Error was sure this is a safe AU. He had been here on many occasions and not once was he attacked.
Snow crunched underneath his shoes. Up ahead was a stream he had discovered a while back but had never really done much at. If he was correct, perhaps it would be good to have the egg placed there.
Though, first, he needed to lay the egg.
After walking for awhile, Error was in the thicket of the forest. He gathered many sticks, bits of moss and feathers, rather long pieces of grass, leafs and anything else that was useful for him. He used the twigs for the base, reenforced them with grass and topped it off with the leaves, moss and feathers to make it more comfortable for when the time came.
Once he was satisfied with his progress, Error checked his chest where the soul was. It was ready to be laid, but that would not happen until morning came. Not really drowsy but could still sleep, Error laid on the make-shift bed and went to sleep.
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His magic summoned before he has woken up. The rather familiar, yet still uncomfortable urgency feeling was what pulled him out of the sleep.
