Sweetheart (Errorink)

Astounding Response

Ink's POV

"It was a genuine question."

Error seemed to be minimally damaged, with a few cuts here and there on his body; that was lucky. Although without me being able to fight with Dream and Blue I guess they had an easier time fighting them than before.

"Oh.. do you need to be healed?"

"No, I'm fine."

"But-"

"He won't accept healing items or healing magic, I told you about it whilst we were in the shop. Boys, are you okay?"

Boys? Is that what he calls his Gang? That's odd, I didn't think he would care about them enough to call them his boys.

(H)"Mmn.."

(K)"Arm hurts.. think it's dislocated.."

Dust turned over, but he stayed silent. Cross was.. still, was he alright?

"Cross?"

(C)"Five more minutes.."

So he was alright, that was good.

(I)"You need help healing them?"

"They don't need healing."

They don't need healing? Was he mad? They were hurt, clearly hurt!

"Error doesn't believe in healing stuff since he was never healed by anyone."

Huh? That doesn't make sense, if he cared about the Gang wouldn't he want them to be healthy and healed?

(I)"Ah.. I see.."

(K)"I want to be healed..!"

Error stared at Killer for a few seconds before leaving the room with a huff, was he upset at him? Nightmare bent down and used his magic to heal some of the wounds the Gang members had on them, but he didn't heal his own.

(I)"You should heal yourself.."

"I heal automatically thanks to the goop on my body, it's like a protective sludge or something. Dunno, never bothered to look into whatever this shit actually is."

(I)"Oh?"

Nightmare stood up and stared at me, but I couldn't tell what he wanted. Did he want to ask me more questions? I doubt it, at a time like this questions probably wouldn't cross his mind, right? Right. He should be more concerned about if the Gang was alright or not.

"My office, now."

What? Did I do or say something wrong? Nightmare left the room and I followed him, wondering if I had done something worth a punishment. Once we got to his office, I sat there whilst he took out paper and a pen; a common occurrence now.

"Which questions ya gonna ask me now?"

"Hah, how'd you know I was gonna ask you stuff?"

Had I.. made him laugh? 

"You're in a good mood, I would've thought you'd have been more on guard because of Dream."

"It's common for us to be attacked by them, so it's not like it's something new we should be scared of."

"..."

"Ah, I see. I'm going to ask you basic questions about Dream and Blue."

More questions.. boring.

"Where do they reside?"

"What?"

"You know.. where do they live?"