31 Shiptober Errorink Writing Challenge

3. Gaming/Watching A Movie

hehehehe inspiration go brrrrrrrr
im dying and ink is traumatized
the couch in here photobombing like every pic at this point)




Ink was just about to go get his drawing notebook, finding inspiration in Error wearing just his sweater at the moment.

"In-k? Can-an we wat-c-h a movie?

He paused, hesitantly traveling back to the couch.

"Sure!.. What movie?"

Error pondered for a moment, letting the silence be broken by a long, thoughtful hum.

He managed to think of one of the movie he and the gang had watched, he wasn't particularly into it but oh well.

"T-he uh, 'he-res jhon-ny' mov-ie."

"The Shinning?"

"Tha-ts the movi-e?"

"Yeah, its not called 'heres jhonny'"

Ink chuckled, apparently finding his misinformation funny.

"We-ll exc-use me for be-ing dum-b."

"Noooooooo, your not dummmb, your Error."

"Di-d- Did yo-u just-"

"Yep."

"Bu-t- that-s my jo-b."

Error pouted, making the other laugh.

"Do you have the movie anywhere?"

"Well u-h, the gan-g has it."

"Go get it then, im not going in Nightmares castle thing."

"I-ts a mansi-on."

"Whatever, im calling it a castle."








One quick trip to Nightmares castle-mansion involving lots of suffering later, and Error was back with the disk.







"You look like shit."

Error glared at Ink, not knowing why he had to note that aloud.

"Gee, thanks."

He made sure that every mere letter was dripping with sarcasm.

"What happened?"

Error limped over to the TV to push the disk in, contemplating on how to explain the utter and complete chaos that had unfolded.

"Every-one was fig-hting and Night-mar-e was don-e with lif-- so- h-e to-ld-told me to-o br-eak the-m up in wh-ich I got inv-olved in the fight-ing but they were al-l apparen-tly enjoyi-ng acti-ng like five ye-ar olds so the-y all gan-ged up on m-e becaus-e I w-as 'rui-n-ing their f--n' and th-en Nightm-are finally go-t hi-s ass inv-olved and h-ad to grou-nd them becau-se they we-re actual-ly bea-ting the shit ou-t of me and th-en I got the cha-nce to gr-ab the mov-ie."

Ink processed the words, having a mixture of amusement, concern and... more amusement.

"Nightmare... grounded them?"

The amusement was even more clearer in his question.

"Yes-es."

Ink did some mixture of a grin and smirk, stifling a laugh through a short.

"Di-d I menti-on my ge-tting the sh-it bea-ten out of m-e?"

"What do you want me to do about it?"

Error stayed quiet, leaving Ink to guess.

"...Spo-il me..?"

Well, now Ink didn't need to guess.

"I thought you didn't like my mothering."

Now Ink was just full on smirking.

Error growled, limping over to the couch- Ink only now seemed to notice the limp as his smirk started to fade.

"We-ll... someti-mes its ki-nda, not rea--ly, ma-ybe, ni-ce-... but I still- don-t lik-kke-like it!"

Ink prodded his ribs, earning a flinch.

"You cant lie to me! I knew you liked it the whole time!"

Ink continued to smirk, scooting closer to Error, for now they paid no attention to the TV as only trailers of other movies were playing and they knew full well all of the movies were outdated as fuck.

"Also, where does it hurt."

"...Ever-ywhe-re?"

"Really?"

"You'd be surp-pri-s--ed by ho-w much pain get-ting repeat-edly flung in-to walls can ca-use."

"Uh... did you get hurt anywhere in specific from that?"

"No-t that I kn-ow of, ju-st really so-re no--w-now."

"Want a massage?"

"...Maybe..."

"Okay, should I make popcorn while the trailers are still going?"

"Wait- wha-at about my mass-age?"

Ink smirked even more, making Error give him a look.

"Ill give it too you when the popcorns done so we can be ready to watch the movie, you can watch while I massage you- but only for a little bit cause I wanna watch this too."

"Oka-y, fai-r enough."

satisfied, Ink left to the kitchen- presumably to make popcorn as previously stated.







One almost done with the movie later and Error regretted everything.








The woman screamed in terror, hiding in the corner of the bathroom- except the screaming was amplified, because Ink was also screaming.

"Here's Jhonny!"

Ink sobbed, clinging to Error like a lifeline.

Error thoroughly wanted to die.

"It-s not th-at scary-y."

Error didn't completely mind this, Ink technically being snuggled up on him was keeping him nice and toasty but Ink sobbing and screaming in his ear was starting to make him die inside.

"Yes it issssss..."

The words were nearly inaudible through Inks sobs.

Error sighed, feeling a bit uncomfortable from the backside of his sweaters collar digging into his neck due to Ink having a harsh grip on his front.

"We can ju-st turn it o-ff."

"Noooo... I wanna keep watching."

Error frowned, looking as dead inside as he was.

He simply accepted his fate of being on the couch with his partner keeping a firm hold on him.

Sometimes he really questioned the other.

Who screams at a 1980s movie jumpscare.

It wasn't even a jumpscare...

He literally just broke a hole in the door with an axe and said 'Heres Jhonny.'...

He could understand at least parts of the movie, he had to admit the two creepy girls were, ya know, creepy- but Mr. axe guy breaking a door down in a very slow and anticlimactic manner???

Ever Horror could do better- nobody underestimated his axe skills and made it out alive.

Error was lost, irritated and warm.

And Ink? Well... who knows whats going on in Inks mind at this point-

































yeah this sucks and nobody will change my mind
idk ;__;
hav shit chapter I guess
not tryna offend anyone whos scared of The Shinning lmao