Two Teachers Love

Chapter 1

     A few notes! Not very important but you should still read it! Just because I like Poth (a lot) I'm adding Goth and Palette to the story. Since Palette is DreamxInk and this is a ErrorxInk story, Dream and Ink used to date, had a kid, then they broke up, and their still good friends. If anyone wants I can try to find a way to add Blueprint/Bluescreen. Also which one do you think it is? Is his name Blueprint, Bluescreen, or are they two different people entirely? Let me know! If you've watched PJ's Day Care, Gradient and Bluescreen (what it was in that story) almost kiss, so is Bluescreen even related at all? (If you have any good websites for me to look at comment them please.)

     If you want me to add PJ(Paperjam)xFresh to the story give me a way I can actually put PJ in where he's not an ErrInk kid. Example: He's an orphan and then ErrInk adopts him. (Stuff like that.)

Ink's P.O.V.

     I walked around my class looking at everyone's art. "Very good job." I nodded, praising a students work. "Thank you Mr. Ink!" The student smiled, then returned to their work. I had set out some idea's for my class to draw and/or paint and/or sculpt. They could make whatever they wanted, but I had set out some objects as a reference for people who needed it. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I took it out. I had a message.

Blue: Don't forget about the meeting!

Me: Thanks for reminding me! I almost forgot!

Blue: No problem!

    I took a deep breath, then walked to the front of the class. "You are all good students, so I expect you to be able to handle yourselves. I have to go to a meeting. Be good." I told them, walking out of the classroom. I made sure to close the door, then started walking to our meeting room. I heard yelling farther down the hallway, so I sped up. I looked around the corner to see Error yelling at a few of his students. I walked down the hall towards them, then stopped behind Error. "Mr. Queen-" I held my finger up to my mouth, shushing the student. "What?" Error snapped in his glitchy voice. "RAWR!" I yelled, putting my hand on his shoulders. Error let out a startled yell, then started glitching. "Go back to class students." Error growled. "Yes sir!" They said, then hurriedly went back to the classroom.

    Error turned towards me, his eyes red and filled with 'Error's' and his body was even more glitched. "What do you want?" Error growled. "It's just me Error. Calm down." I laughed. "I don't care if it's 'just you' Comyet." Error hissed at me, using my last name. When I told him it was me he started glitching his normal amount, and the error's in his eyes were gone. "Now now Error. You know I don't like people using my last name." I snapped. "I don't like people using my first name." Error snapped back. "Sorry Mr. Queen." I muttered. "We have a meeting with the rest of the staff. Let's go." I started walking down the halls. I heard Error mumbled as he followed behind me. I looked over my shoulder at Error. "Did you say something?" I asked. "No. Don't worry about it." Error said, shaking his head. I shrugged then we continued walking. After a few minutes we got to the meeting room, and me and Error went in.

     There were a few teachers sitting around a big, circular table. There were two empty seats right next to each other, min and Error's seats. Sitting next to my empty seat was Mr. Metatton — our drama teacher. Next to him, Gaster — the science teacher. Then, Muffet — the counselor. Cross the gymnastics teacher. Dream, our astrology teacher. Nightmare, Dream's brother and our history teacher sat next to Error. Not all the staff is there, but everyone who's coming is. I went and sat down, Error following and sitting next to me. "Hey guys." I smiled.

Time skippu!

       One of the main reasons I like this school, is the fact that we give our students recess, so they have time to relax. I like it, because it gives me time to relax too. I walked towards a bench that Error was sitting on. "Hey Er- Mr. Queen! May I sit?" I asked, smiling and motioning to the bench. "Sure." He nodded, not looking up from what he was doing. I sat down, then looked at his hands. In his hands he held a halfway finished yarn doll that he was knitting, and there was an open backpack on the floor with knitting and crocheting materials, along with a few other dolls. "Those are amazing Mr. Queen!" I exclaimed, watching as he knitted expertly. Error looked up, it seemed as if he didn't even notice that I was there before. "Gah! I-Ink!" Error exclaimed, blushing, and putting the doll down next to him, then he grabbed the bag and moved it out of my eyesight. "Are you okay?" I concernedly. "Of course I am." Error muttered.

      "Hey Ink? I..." He trailed off for a moment. "How long have you worked here?" He asked, seeming to think better of what he was going to say. "Well... Let me think... I worked here when me and Dream were dating... and when we had Palette... He's now 12... So 13 to 14 years." I said, smiling at the thought of Palette playing with his friends.

   Another thing I liked about the school: it wasn't just a high school — I just taught a high school class, although I would sub for any art teacher that was out, so every now and then I would teach Palette's class. Everyone also had recess at the same time, so it was a decently big playground — like a park with a fence so kids don't leave.

   Error started to say something, when I heard a little kid yell. "Gah! Sorry E- Mr. Queen! I have to go check on that!" I exclaimed, standing up and rushing towards the yell. I saw a little kid crying next to the swings, and some high schoolers laughing and swinging. "What's going on here?!" I snapped, storming over. I looked at the little kids, and recognized that Goth — another teacher's kid — was crying, and my son — Palette — was trying to comfort him while glaring at the older kids.

   "Nothing Mr. Comet." One of the high schoolers said, trying to stop laughing. "He's lying! They pushed Goth and me off of the swings!" Palette yelled, hugging Goth protectively. I 'awed' mentally, then turned my attention to the high schoolers. "I'm sure since you have gym first period, Mr. Queen would like to deal with you guys himself." I snapped, crossing my arms. "Pfft. As if we're scared of Mr. Queen." A different one scoffed. "Then you won't mind sitting in the office until recess is over, then having a little... talking to, with Mr. Queen." I growled, smirking. They rolled their eyes, started walking away, but not before one of them smacked Palette in the back of his head. "Ow!" Palette yelled, letting go of Goth and putting his hands on his head.

    I started seeing red. "Mom calm down! I'm fine!" Palette said, smiling. I calmed down a little, but I was still upset. "C'mere you." I said gently, picking up a crying Goth. "Let's go sit with Mr. Queen." I said. "I'll go tell Mr. Reaper and Mr. Geno!" Palette exclaimed, walking away. I smiled, then started walking to Error. I got back to Error, and he was muttering to himself and knitting his doll again. "You okay Mr. Queen?" I asked sitting down next to him and letting Goth rest his head on me. "It just annoys me that high schoolers can be so disrespectful towards a teacher." Error scoffed, then muttered something. Apparently it was something funny because it made Goth giggle.

    "Are you okay?" Error asked me gently. "Y-Yeah." I nodded, silently cursing myself for stuttering. "My baby!" I heard someone yell, running towards me. I looked over to see a worried Geno and an even more worried Reaper, and an annoyed Palette. "Mom! Dad!" Goth said, hopping off of my lap and running towards them. Goth was two years younger than Palette, so he was ten. Reaper hugged him tightly and checked him over. "Oh my baby! Are you okay?" Reaper asked nervously. "Reaper be careful! I anything you're going to be the person hurting him!" Geno laughed, but hugged Goth too.

    I giggled and smiled at them. Palette came over and sat next to me. "Can I check your head Palette?" I asked. He nodded, then turned the back of his towards me. I looked at it, every now and then touching a place. "Ink, what're you doing?" Error asked. "Those kids you heard before, I had sent them to the office because they pushed Palette and Goth off the swings, then when they went to go to the office they hit Palette's head." I growled crossly. I heard Error start growling. "Disrespecting a teacher, and hitting kids? I'm gonna go give them a 'stern' talking to." He growled, storming off. "Thank you Mr. Queen!" I called, waving.