31 Shiptober Errorink Writing Challenge

5. Kissing

(error casually shipping his error puppet with an ink puppet like)

Error watched, quiet.

He watched as Inks hand, holding a pencil, moved over the paper in a unique rhythm, drawing with ease.

Error wondered how much time had been used to develop that skill, seeming as he had taken years to learn how to crochet.

Ink, noticing the interest in what he was doing, gave him a smile.

Just a simple smile that melted his heart.

"You wanna try to draw something?" Ink offered, supposedly (hopefully?) unaware of the effect he gave Error.

Error declined with a shake of his head- he'd rather keep watching.

"...Okay then." 

Ink kept drawing.

As it progressed, Error realized he was drawing Dream- one of Ink's 'friends'.

Jealousy can be a dangerous thing, but it could also be a bitter, vile feeling that was kept locked away.

Error kept it locked away, along with numerous other things.

He kept watching, pretending to be watching.

In reality he was imagining 100 ways to murder Dream- of course he'd never do so, he wasn't some god forbidden Yandere, but it helped to imagine him dying slowly.

Soon falling out of interest with watching, he stood.

He saw Ink give him a glance of curiosity, but returned to the drawing.

Error let himself drift a few steps away from the other before sitting back down.

Bored, he called upon his string, dropping two very particular dolls in his lap.

He checked behind him, Ink was still mesmerized inside his drawing- probably off in lala land.

He managed a grin.

It hurt, loving someone.

Luck sure hated him, the first and only monster he had fallen for could not return that feeling.

He could have loved anyone, but his damned soul decided Ink was the best to beat for.

Perhaps Ink did not realize how love was also a bad thing, he often spoke how he wished to have a soul, emotions, so he could love.

Never before had Error ever wished so hard for the problem Ink wanted gone to be given to him; being emotionless, being soulless.

He clawed at his sockets, yanking his oceanic blue string out.

The puppets, now set for play, moved together in rhythm, just as Ink drew.

Error watched wistfully as his handcrafted counterpart danced with the little puppet Ink.

He wished he could have this dance.

But, this would do for now.

Maybe some day he'll be rid of his misery, as far as he'd heard, dogs could die of heartbreak, so why couldn't he?

A small smile began forming as he watched the two puppets move, wiggling his fingers to control each and every movement.

In a sudden movement the miniature Error and Ink collided, the strings connected to each entwined, it looked as if they were kissing.

The puppeteer only watched on, his gaze only growing more wistful beginning to mix in with misery- though his cheekbones were starting to color more than they probably should have been, edging him to pull his scarf up to conceal it.

It occurred to Error that he had a guest, glancing over his shoulder to Ink.

To his utter and complete relief, Ink was still busy in his journey of exploring lala land.

Turning back to his puppets his eyelids drooped, he watched the unmoving picture that oh so perfectly painted his ideal fantasy.

Breathing out a long, quiet sigh, he got to untying the dolls.

If only life worked out how he wanted, but that wasn't how life seemed to work.

Pulling the threads from his fingers, the puppets fell.

He sent them back into his webs of strings, watching as he did so.

He watched a lot.

It was a good way to distract someone.

Watching, you did not notice else from what you watched.

If you watched a tree, watched that tree with such an intensity that your eyes burned, you would not notice the fox scampering into a burrow, despite its bright, shiny coat.

That was how watching worked.

He figured if it could distract you from noticing physical things, it could also distract from mental things.

It didn't work so well.

Mental things seemed to cling to you no matter the situation.

Loud laughter startled him, he turned to see Ink leaning back into his beanbag, laughing his ass off about something unbeknownst to him.

Starting to chuckle a little himself, as laughter was quite contagious, he took the short travel back to the beanbag.

Error wanted to piece together the mystery currently bugging him; what was so funny?

He blinked as Ink handed the paper he had drawn on to Error.

Error was honestly starting to be concerned for the other who was wheezing so hard that he was crying.

Glancing at the picture, he cracked a amused grin.

Ink had seemed to have given up on Dreams face, settling for a rather stupid looking grumpy face.

It was literally just a upside down U for the mouth, a somewhat normal looking nosehole, some type of scribbled in eyes and a downward facing arrow for some very interesting eyebrows.

Error snorted, not quite knowing why it was laughable to the point of not breathing but it was indeed funny.

He set it down in his lap, deciding to keep it safe from Inks erratic rolling back and forth on the floor.

It was starting to make him wonder if Ink had witnessed this literally happed, inspiring this 'masterpiece' and that it was more of a 'you have to have been there for it to be funny' type of thing.

Error sighed, laying back into his beanbag, arms neatly crisscrossed and tucked under his skull.

He watched as Ink started to calm down, regaining his composure and sliding back up to the beanbag.

"Gla-d too kn-ow I didn-t need to -do CP-R on you."

Ink laughed again, only for a short moment this time, thank the Multiverse.

"Very funny, now gimme my paper!"

Error complied, rolling his eyes- he decided to just sit up straight again.

"Im gonna go show Dream this!"

Error, once again locking his jealousy away, nodded in acceptance of the leave.

"But, first I just wanna ask you something."

Error, interest piqued, tuned in to listen.

"I saw how you were playing with your dolls earlier."

Error's first coherent thought was to correct dolls too puppets, but then the sentence actually processed.

He choked, cheekbones fully flushed in blue.

"Y-o-u did-d_!?" 

Ink nodded, grinning as if there was nothing wrong with seeing Error making puppet versions of them both kissing.

Error, already dying inside, died inside even more when Ink leaned in closer.

All coherent thoughts were being burned and shipped to a nice vacation resort.

"You... are aware im soulless, right..?"

"...Y-es." He sounded like a child being told off by his mother, his voice a bit squeaky from fluster.

Error, gathering himself, prepared for being rejected.

"Well, do you... even care that im soulless?"

Error glanced at Ink, pure panic pricking into confusion.

"No-o..? I-It doesn-t bot-her me at- all, wh-y?"

Now Ink shared the same confusion.

"You... dont?"

Error slowly nodded.

Ink blinked.

"Well... okay!"

Error blinked, was Ink just going to pretend this didn't happen.

He watched Ink.

"If it doesn't bother you then-"

He watched as Ink gave him a quick kiss just between his eye sockets.

"Cya later, Glitchy!" Ink announced, cheek bones as rainbow as a rainbow could be, hopping through a inky portal.

Error crashed.

uuh yes
have a thing
(throws late af chapter at you)
I actually like this lmao