A Glitched Soul [ErrorXInk]

Chapter Seventeen - Opposites

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After the date, Ink and Error walked back home again, holding hands that were swinging back and forth between them. They stood close, their hands touching the other's leg from time to time but the opposite never minded. They were comfortable with each over's touch, well Error was starting to get used to it properly now anyway. 

As they got in through the front door, Error immediately let go of Ink's hand and went to the kitchen. He wanted a snack before going to bed, it was late. The days always seemed to go by so quickly now - apart from earlier whilst waiting of course. Ink also did mention they were to be going out quite late to avoid the hustle of the daytime hours out and about. Error could only silently thank him for choosing that option for their first date. It was very enjoyable for the glitch because of that factor. He was able to focus on the present the whole time, not what people may of been thinking around him.

Ink didn't follow him, taking off his extra bits and pieces such as his scarf to get settled down for the night comfortably. Hearing the kettle, the artist spoke up. "Hey, Error." He started. "What are you making?"

"I found your tea supply." He replied, turning his head to see Ink standing at the doorway. 

Ink's eyes lit up, "ooh, make me a cup, would ya?"

Error just nodded, getting another cup out from the cupboard. All of them seemed to be hand made, hand painted at least. It gave the place a nice and cosy touch. He suspected Ink had made them in his own time at some point. The one he had for himself was a red one with small blue swirls over it. The one he had picked up for Ink however was a daytime sky scene. That's what it seemed to be anyway.

One the kettle had boiled the water, Error put the small tea leaves into the cups, closing the bag they were in once finished doing so. He poured the water and picked up both cups, handing the one in the sky mug to Ink, taking a sip out of his own.

They both walked over to the couch and took a seat next to each over by the window. 

At the corner of Error's eyes, he caught something in the darkness outside. An uneasy feeling fell upon him which was easily replaced with a cold stare as he glared out the window. 

If he wanted a fight he would happily give him one and he will win.

Except, when he did that with Dust, it only got him in more trouble than it was worse.

If push comes to shove, however, he would protect Ink from the creature that lurks in said darkness. He would be the light and shield him from the terrors you should only experience in dreams. Even if he never says it out loud does not mean it isn't true.

"So, what did you think?" Ink began with a soft voice. His eyes looked up at Error from his mug of tea. It was half filled now after Ink had drank from it, yet it was still steaming and creating shapes in the air.

Error looked at him, silently asking him to elaborate.

"The date."

He then looked back at his cup, taking a quiet sip. He didn't know what to say, so only shrugged.

Ink giggled in response, finishing his tea.

Then again. Error glared at nothing.

Ink got up and took his cup to the kitchen.

Error glanced back out the window, a stern look on his face. There he was, the looming figure across the blackened street. Eye a dark blue, illuminating a few tentacles moving through the air. Showing his dark and malicious grin, full of violent intent.

Error put his cup up to him with a smirk before taking another sip. He wasn't scared of him, only amused by his antics.

He wished to see where this silent war would lead to in the end. To see the death count rise or fall. To see people scream and run or laugh and cry.

It was all so amusing to the destroyer.

Seeing this joy gleaming in his eyes, the god of hate only frowned, his grin fading into a snarl.

Error could hear him in his head, invading his thoughts and trying to corrupt him. To make the glitch snap and go back to being the destroyer, however Error wouldn't let it happen. The temptations in his soul were running rapidly, never ending thoughts of death and screams and blood and torment. Yet, he didn't move, only staring at him. The other would just stare back.

A war of looks that will not be solved anytime soon. That will not have a winner nor a loser.

Neither will accept defeat. They both want their own way but it can't happen. Just like Error and Ink, Nightmare and the glitch were quickly becoming the same.

Opposites.

Heya, my beans.

I do apologise for the wait only to have a 900 word chapter to come out. End of year exams are approaching, and oh boy I'm nervous haha.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The story is finally moving through to the next stage, haha.

I'll see ya later, my beans!