Make It Possible [Underverse]

X-9-X

Ink awoke with a gasp, clutching his chest, a weird feeling of something piercing through it spreading through his bones.

He looked around, breathing heavily- he was back in the void...
And...

Error was staring right at him with a blank expression his face. Glitches were covering his eyes like crazy. He saw him clutch his hands into fists. Ink looked at him in confusion, his breath shaky.

"Erro-"

The Artist didn't have the chance to finish because he was interrupted by the Destroyer punching him square in the cheek, causing him to fall backwards with a dull thud. For some reason... He felt like he understood why he did that, but at the same time, the punch awoke confusion and slight anger in him.

"W-what was that for?!" Ink sat up, massaging his sore cheek and staring at the other skeleton with an angered expression.

Error was breathing heavily. Practically seething in fury. He scoffed as he heard the other's question.

"You'Re AskIng ME?!" he growled, only to laugh hysterically afterwards. "ThEn it's fUcKinG poIntLess bEcaUse I acTuaLly Don't knOw eitHer!"

Ink blinked. Very, very... Slowly. He stood up being, somewhat, at the same level the other was.

"What do you mean you don't know?" he asked slowly.

"It MeaNs I doN't FucKinG kNoW! SimPle enOugh!" the glitching skeleton threw his hands up in the air, crossing them afterwards.

"Okay then! But for your information I feel sorry for something!" Ink exclaimed, doing the same as the other.

"FoR wHat?"

"Error, a normal person would've figured that the other doesn't know what they're  sorry for if they say something instead of the thing they're sorry for."

"I'm nOt a NormaL pErsOn, anD nEitHer aRe you." Error deadpanned.

"... We're freaking skeletons." Ink stated simply.

"We ArE frEaking skelEtons." the Destroyer repeated, nodding.

The two stared at each other for a minute before bursting out into laughter.
Error's glitched howls and Ink's snorts rang throughout the void, their amusement with themselves being the only audible sound there for a good while.

They went on like this for a bit, finally calming down after a few minutes.

"So... Yeah! What were we talking about?" Ink asked, still snorting from time to time.

"AbOut SomEthIng StupiD, foRget AbouT it."

"Okay!" the Artist exclaimed, a dumb grin on his face.

Both fell silent after that, just standing in front of each other awkwardly. Ink fiddled with his scarf, while Error stared at the ground.

"So... What now?" the Artist looked up from his scarf, earning a simple shrug as a response.

Silence again. It seemed like both wanted to say something but didn't, for reason- which was the fear of being interrupted by a sudden change of location. The silence turned awkward soon enough, the tension rising with each passing moment. It was so thick that Ink wondered if he'd be able to cut it with something.