DystopianTale (Undertale AU)

~Chapter 8~

Warnings: mentions of past self harm, suicidal thoughts and domestic abuse. Slight NSFW/suggestive themes
"Feeling better?"

Ink groaned, pressing his skull into Error's shoulder, hugging him from behind. The black skeleton was sitting down, so Ink didn't even have to stand on his tippy toes to do so for once. "Kinda, at least I'm not numb anymore..." The taller monster hummed softly, bringing his hand up to rub Ink's bandaged arm. "What are you working on?"

"Boring shit." He turned his skull, kissing the smaller skeleton's cheek. "I'd much rather be doing something with you."

Ink giggled, poking his fiance's cheek. "Actually, about that. If none of this happened, we would have been married by now, right? And our honeymoon would be over?"

Error raised an eyebrow. "Well, yeah... hun, I want that too, but right now-"

"No no, I know that." Ink cut in, blushing slightly. "What I mean is, um, we would have, you know... soul bonded by now."

Error froze, his own cheeks turning a light blue. "What are you hinting at?"

"... I almost lost you once, Erry." Ink moved away from the other monster's back, standing in front of him to cup his skull with hands. "And it was so scary. I don't... want to feel like that again."

Error nuzzled one of Ink's hands. "Neither do I." Ink could feel his soul pounding in his chest. He knew Error would agree, but he had been worried that suggesting it so soon after Ink had come back - it had only been a week - would feel like rushing things. Error stood up, taking Ink's hands into his own, larger ones. "Come on, we can't do this in some messy tent. I want it to be special for you."

"Won't someone see us?"

The ebony skeleton picked up the smaller monster, earning himself a small squeak. "Probably not, it's pretty late so most people will be either asleep or doing their own thing." Ink wrapped his arms around Error's neck, shivering slightly when they stepped out of the tent, the night air cool against his bare arms and legs.

After coming back, he and Error had made a quick trip to their home so Ink could have some proper clothes that fit him (yet he still wore one of Error's shirts and a pair of shorts most of the time). They had talked briefly of staying there, and only coming to the camp during the day; but, considering Error was the "leader", he figured it'd be best if he stayed there. And Ink didn't want to be alone in their house, so he had agreed.

It honestly hadn't been all that bad; the few people Error had introduced had all seemed nice, for the most part. Cross hadn't seemed all that interested in talking to him, and Killer appeared to avoid everyone at all times. Nightmare had told Ink that he'd been around Killer a lot, they were sharing a room after all, and that the monster honestly wasn't that rude. The prince had even called him cute a few times with rosey cheeks. In Ink's opinion, it was pretty clear to see the younger monster had a crush. He liked Sans and his jokes though.

Ink jolted in surprise as he snapped out of his thoughts, recognizing a familiar voice.

"Where are you two love birds wandering off to this late?"

Standing right outside the metal gate, which Error and Ink were in front of, was Sans, slightly hidden within the shadows. A lit cigarette hung from his lips, bathing his features in a low, orange glow. There were light bags under his eye sockets, and he looked exhausted in the dim light of the moon.

"Sans? I thought you went home hours ago?"

The tired looking monster shrugged, dropping his smoke to the ground, putting it out with his heel. "Eh, just needed some time alone." He waved his hand to them, his normal smile looking forced. "I should probably get home though, you two have fun." Error held Ink tighter, his body tensing. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Sans winked, then disappeared in the blink of an eye. Ink still couldn't get used to that; he'd seen him do it a few times now, and his guess was that it was a part of Sans's magic, but that didn't mean he understood it.