A Glitched Soul [ErrorXInk]

Chapter Eight - Comfortable silence

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The creator wandered around his kitchen preparing a small meal for the destroyer. He had a small blue tray with sectioned off bits on it. The counter it was on was made of a white marble, the cupboard doors underneath made out of birch to compliment it. The kitchen was small but homely, the floor was made out of smooth black tiles with grey cement in between each one. The contrast of black and white in the kitchen really helped make each place stand out when you walked in, Ink always had an artistic touch to things after all. The walls, however, were a dark blue. A navy blue, in fact. It was almost black, but not quite. It added that bit of colour the monochrome room had needed. However, the fridge was a bright red, a slim design. It was a retro looking refrigerator and matched the aesthetic of the kitchen well.

Ink continued adding small snacks to the tray as a late breakfast for the destroyer, humming slightly as he did. In the top section he put small strawberries in, freshly cut up into bite sized pieces. In another, a small slice of toast with raspberry jam spread onto it. In another he put a small carton of apple juice, nicely arranging it into a nice little meal for the grump glitch.

"When was the last time someone made you breakfast, Error?" Ink called out to him from the kitchen, making finishing touches to the meal such as adding one more strawberry or making sure the carton of apple juice was cold enough but not too cold to be uncomfortable to drink.

Ink was now wearing just a white shirt covered in paint splatters that will sadly never come out due to it firmly being stained on. They wouldn't budge no matter how hard Ink tried so the creator decided to just leave it like that. He also wore his usual bottoms and his trainers to be comfortable around the house. However, he had left his paintbrush in his room, leaning against the bed stand and had taken off his blue jacket which usually was tied around the artist's waist.

"Can't remember," Error mumbled out his reply. "It definitely has been a while, maybe never? I'm not too sure." The destroyer was quieter than normal. Calm. Error was sat on the soft cushions nicely laid out across the sofa he had placed himself upon once they got inside. He put his feet up and sat crossed leg, his pink slippers just in front of him on the floor, not wanting to get the couch dirty in any way. A small gesture to be polite without having to be vocal or have it noticed much. It was a start, a start he was willing to do. The rug he had his slippers on was amazingly just one colour. A deep red to match the blue carpet underneath it. On the rug was a small coffee table made of a dark wood. It had a used mug, stained brown from the tea that was once inside of it and it also held a small pot with a flower in for decoration. The flower was a dandelion, Error actually thought it was quite pretty having nothing very exciting to look at. On the other side of the room was a medium sized television. It wasn't very modern, being quite fat in size but wasn't too old school. Just right.

"Well, todays your lucky day!" The artist exclaimed to his polar opposite. 

"And why's that?" Error gave him a dull look, a glance. Maybe not even that. He just continued to stare at the yellow flower in front of him. It was so full of life, free to be what it likes to be. If only Error could be like that. 

Then, his gaze quickly flickered to the tray set before him so neatly arranged just for him. The glitch let his mismatched eyes devour and take in everything left out for him. He sat quietly, unsure of what to say or how to react to it. Should he say thank you? Would that make things awkward? Can he eat it now or should he wait? All these different thoughts continued to wander and bounce around in his mind as he contemplated very decision and what outcome he would get by using codes and cheats to try and figure out probability for each outcome for every action or step he makes. So, instead of doing anything, he just sat there quietly for about thirty, awkward seconds, pondering to himself. Zoned out.

"Here, I hope you like it." Ink snapped him out of his small trance. "I'm going to go clean the kitchen whilst you enjoy that, consider it brunch as it's nearly noon now," Ink laughed a bit. Then, the artist wandered off back through the archway in the wall and into the kitchen where he hummed softly and cleaned the counter tops. 

The destroyer only nodded in response, looking up at Ink as he left before back down to the food. He stared at it hungrily, it looked delicious. He hasn't had a real breakfast in so long, he's almost forgotten what it was like. Living in the void, he didn't require to eat or drink, or sleep or even breath. It was just nothingness, that's how he has lived for quite some time. 

As nothing.

Now, all of a sudden his arch enemy was making him breakfast, he was in a warm and comfortable house and he didn't have to worry about anything. Nothing at all. 

It was so peaceful.

So calm.

Quiet.

It was quiet. Not the quietness of the void, however. Just quiet. He could hear the artist's humming in the other room, letting Error know he was nearby. He could hear a car go past every now and then and maybe a bit of muffled chatter from just outside the window. He would hear a child or two scream and laugh and then quickly disappear again. He could hear the tap in the kitchen trickling into the sink and the birds chirping outside the window.

All these little things and yet, it was silent.

With a small shrug, he began eating the breakfast, picking up two pieces of strawberry and popping them into his mouth. The glitch hummed in satisfaction and continued eating, enjoying it thoroughly. Error had to admit, Ink was a good cook.  

Sadly, he was soon done. The glitch huffed and stood up, picking up the small tray. He slipped into his pink slippers, making sure they were fitted onto his boned feet comfortably. "Hey, Ink?" He muttered, mumbling when he did. 

"Oh, are you finished?" Ink walked over to him and took the tray. "I'm glad you liked it." The artist grinned at him. 

"Could you take these off?"

"I'm sorry but no. This is our agreement," the artist touched the cuffs on his hands. "If you can show me you can change and I know your not going to run off killing people then I'll start thinking about it."

Error groaned in response. "Great, I regret it already." He rolled his eyes at Ink and walked back to the couch, rolling onto it from the side. 

"Don't be rude." Ink scolded lightly, following after him after putting the tray into the sink. He'd wash it up later. Ink sat by him, patting his head slightly. Error had stuffed his face into the pillow, not wanting to look up at the grinning creator. A mumbled response was heard. "I can't hear you like that, ya know?" 

Error lifted his head slightly and glared at him. "I said I don't care!" He yelled.

"Hey, indoor voices." Ink spoke to him quietly. This earned yet another eyeroll and he curled up on the seat. 

Yet, Ink only smiled. He knew he had a long way to go with the glitch. However, he was determined to get there and help him. This was the goal he wanted to achieve and he'll do anything in his power to help him.

No matter what it takes.

Hey, ya'll! Another new chapter! Haha, I'm on a roll. I'm trying to get a chapter up every day or every other day so I don't leave you waiting like last time. 

I do hope you enjoyed this small filler chapter if you will. I do my best to put in equal effort to every chapter now, however this one was a bit shorter. Hopefully the next one will be longer as I procrastinated a lot tonight.

This chapter was made to set the scene to the overall story now and I hope I portrayed the theme of the story better in this chapter than in the original version of this book! 

I hope you enjoyed it as I did writing it!

See ya'll later, my beans!