Before we begin. Luba_the_fluffy_fox drew this. This story was her/his/their idea as mentioned in chapter one.
And without anything else, I give you Betrayal
Chapter 3Error POV
I decided to keep Ink here until she heals. Honestly I don't know why I'm doing this. I should hate her.
"...do you remember when you first learned how to use your strings? I mean, of course you do." She said.
"Are you thinking of that time I accidentally almost killed Horror with them?"
She laughed. That genuine, happy laugh.
"I am. Oh, he was so upset."
"Yeah, If I recall it took him two hours to calm down."
She smiled and looked at me. I smiled back. Wait what am I doing? Why am I talking to her!?
She frowned and looked away.
"You know...I-I think about the day we separated a lot... I remember feeling so bad about my choice but, at the same time I was so angry at you because you wouldn't listen to me... So... I'm sorry. But also fuck you."
I laughed.
"Ah, enemies or not, you're always obnoxiously self absorbed." I replied, annoyed.
"Um, excuse me? If anything you should be the one apologizing! You refuse to even look at me anymore and all because of a stupid choice! We could've stayed friends. You were just being stubborn."
I punched her and immediately regretted it.
"Ok...ok maybe I deserve that one. But never do it again."
I looked to the ground.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"I forgive you." She replied.
"Hey...r...remember that puppet I made for you?"
"Of course. It's my most prized possession."
"Really? Why?"
She sighed sadly and looked up.
"I don't know...I...I guess it's just always been special to me. It was a gift from you and...I suppose I've kept it close because I missed you? I know it's weird."
"...it's gotta be in pretty shit condition."
"If I had it I'd show you. It's at my home and I don't feel strong enough to teleport."
I teleported the puppet to us. She smiled. I was correct. It really is in shit condition.
"How the fuck did you loose one of the buttons?"
"Oh, Dream once brought a dog into the house." She picked up the puppet and held it close to her. "I wouldn't talk to him for two days after that. I think I was about sixteen to."
Wow. Again, what the hell? I think I'm going crazy. Why am I enjoying her company? I'm usually annoyed at this point.
I stood up and walked away. If I don't see her. I won't have to talk to her. And I could clear my stupid thoughts.Ink POV
He walked away again? And just when I thought things were going well. I looked at my leg and arm.
He had used his strings to act as casts. I don't think he knew that was helping me. Still, it was very sweet.
I hope I can go home soon. Blue usually makes tacos for dinner and I am starving. I can't use my powers now. I need to save my strength Incase we start fighting.
It's very likely at this point. He's never this nice to me. Not for this long anyway.
I noticed that the sense of calmness was now lingering whenever he came by me and when I feel calm, there were no bursts.
For some odd reason I find it calming I was with him. And I'm wondering something.
At home, I always feel this... this regret, or guilt, or sadness. I'm never always happy there. I'm supposed to be.
Dream kind of needs me to be. Although Blue is enough happiness and energy for him to last forever.
I smile and look over to Error. He was making another puppet.
"Can you hear me from over there?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes.
"What do you want?"
"Heh. Maybe when I get home I'll get some sugar and coffee."
We stared at each other for a few seconds. Me smiling and him trying to hold it back. And then we both started laughing.
"Stars Ink, I did t think you'd remember that with your scatterbrain."
I kept laughing. It had turned into a burst and this time I wasn't really annoyed with it. He didn't seem to be annoyed either.
No. He seemed happy. Happy and calmed.
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Betrayal [COMPLETED]
FanfictionThis idea belongs to Luba_the_fluffy_fox. They asked me to write this and after discussing details I think we can do this. Anyway Error and Ink used to be great friends. As the years went by however they grew apart and became enemies. Ink still car...