Highschool Of Chaos (ErrorInk)

Chapter 8 : The Plan Part 2

"Bro, the hell was that?" Asked Fell, who was secretly listening and watching.

"I flippin' tried!" Error exclaimed, crossing his arms and furrowed his brows in frustration.

"That's not how you do it, faggot!" Fell shouted, somewhat felt ashame of his actions. "Whatever, do better next time."

Error nodded reluctantly. They proceeded to play, other more arcade machines to entertain theirselves instead of sleeping and rotting inside their house.

°·_×Fell's PoV×_·°

"This is stupid, I'm stupid, this plan is stupid!" Error exclaimed while sitting on a long hard chair beside the kid's play area. Yeah it really was stupid, who the hell talks shit to someone then turn to a 'fake' nice guy? Definitely Error.

"Glad you figured that out." I spoke sarcastically, "Though, it's only been a few hours anyway, you haven't even been doing this for a day. Give it a chance. Just, don't fuck up." I added, crossing my arms while staring at him.

He rolled his eyes and turned away, glancing at the children who were happily playing. Then something crossed my mind, Error's past, I couldn't forget how hard he cried in front of me, it almost broke my soul. It's been years, but I'm glad he's fine now.

"Come to think of it, you haven't really had a partner and experience those kind of shit." He spoke, raising a brow at me.

"That's a lie." I answered with a grin, "I used to date my pillow back then. You should know better."

He laughed annoyingly, though it was fine to see him having fun at picking on me. "Shut up, Ink." I joked, no seriousness included. He stopped laughing and glared at me, "Again? Really?" He continued to glare at me as if he was about to crush my existence, not like I was scared though.

"Kidding!" I snickered, he rolled his eyes and glanced back at the children playing, while I sat next to him, bored as hell, tired of playing every shooting arcade.

Then I heard a really loud whine that came from the basketball arcade area, Error heard it too but he didn't bother. The whining continued 'til that person yelled,
"Blue! Help me out on this one!!"

Error slightly turned his head on the direction of the whining and yelling, even he was certain that it was Ink. I glanced at him and raised both of my brows, "Another chance, don't mess up." I spoke. He nodded and left his seat, I followed him to the basketball arcade where we saw Ink, who seemed like praying for the ball. "Better grant his prayers." I whispered to Error, "I know what to do, get the hell outta here." He whispered back while hitting his elbow on my shoulder. I softly bumped onto him and walked away annoyed. I hid behind the wall, secretly watching.

Blue came to see Ink but noticed Error. His eyes widened and he stared at him for a few seconds.
"There you are! What took you so long..." Ink's voice trailed off when he noticed Blue was staring at something else.
Ink turned around and was startled to see Error. There was a minute of silence, it was very awkward, and Error just glancing at both of them. Why the fuck is he so quiet!? Speak up you shit!

"D...do you need something?" Ink asked awkwardly blinking a few times.
Error cleared his throat and nodded, "Y-yeah, I-I was about to play the...that," He replied, pointing straight at one of the basketball game machines. Ink glanced at the machine then back at Error, he nodded in acknowledgement, although he seemed a bit embarassed.

Blue then looked at Ink, "So uhm...did you need my help???" He asked. Ink looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words to spit, his mouth kept changing shapes.
"N-no, y-yeah, the ball, uhm, I-I need." He was tripping over words. He's definitely embarassed.
"Ink I don't understand...? You can't play basketball?" Blue asked with slight worry on his face.