31 Shiptober Errorink Writing Challenge

16. With An Adopted Child

Error was just laying around in the Anti-Void.

Just vibing.

Relaxing.

Staring up into the ceiling.

Then, he heard a slash, sitting up with a groan as he knew who this was.

"Hey Error, I found something cool."

"Wha-at?"

"Okay, close your eyes and stand up, and I'll show you."

Glancing at Ink, he was turned around, holding something in his arms but he couldn't see what.

"Ho-w do I kno-w you don-t have a knif-e."

"Error im not going to kill you."

"I someh-ow doubt this-."

"Error!"

"Fin-e, fin-e."

He obliged, standing up and closed his eyes with a annoyed sigh.

"Okay, position your hands like your carrying a... baby, or something, also dont drop it."

Confused, Error continued doing what he was told- what the fuck was he being given?

Whats 'it'?

Something was placed in his arms.

"Okay you can open your eyes now."

Ink snickered, just making Error very concerned.

He first checked Ink, who was directly in front of him with a big stupid grin on his face, he then looked down to the gift.

He almost dropped it with a scream, but he contained himself, silently glitching out instead.

He was a murderer sure, but he had a heart!

He wasn't gonna drop the literal child that Ink just willingly handed him...

"You okay?"

He would have glared at Ink, but he couldn't see shit right now.

"Why the fu-ck did you giv-e me a baby."

"Uh, sit down first."

"I can-t see."

"You can sit down without needing to see Error."

"Jus-t- uhg- hold the ba-by!"

Error quietly growled as he felt the other gently retrieve the small child.

He then sat down.

"Expl-ain."

"Well um, I came here to show you it because its like... kinda our child?"

"WH-AT?!"

His glitches furiously swallowed him yet again.

"Chill! Its a reminiscence of our magic, a Creator made them! Their called Paperjam! Isn't it cool?"

Well, at least that... relatively, put aside any dirty thoughts he was having.

Still....

What the fuck?!

"N-o!"

Ink scoffed.

"Just fu-ck off Ink-!"

"Don't swear in front of the child!"

"Thei-r too you-ng to under-stand!"

"So?!"

"So! It- doesn-t mat-t-er!"

"Uhg, cmon Error, cant you relax for two minutes?"

"I wa-s rela-xed before you c-ame!"

"Oh my god, just chill out- or else."

"O-r else wha-at?! You-ll for-ce me to rela-x?!"

"Yeah!"

"Try-y me bi-tch!"

"Error!"

Ink paused, closing his mouth as he was very obviously about to scold Error again.

Paperjam- the little kiddo in his lap- was starting to reach forward, smiling and babbling nonsense, they seemed to have been sleeping but had waken up from their screaming.

"B-bith- Wewwar fppvpt."

It somehow reminded him of a Echo flower- the babbling- except it was a drunk Echo flower.

That just gave him visual images he wanted to forget.

"Awww, look! Isn't that cute?"

Ink leaned down a bit so the kid could touch his face.

Error only grinned a little when the kid then smacked Ink, prompting Ink to give the child a look.

"Sti-ll no."

"Bb-bibshfp!" 

It seemed as if the child was trying to say something.

Ink was certainly interested, but also just dying over how cute it was.

Paperjam smiled at Ink, just a little goofy smile.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww."

"Bbisb- bihc, bbitch!"

Error cackled at the horrified expression that had formed on the shocked Ink.

"Error! You've corrupted them!"

Error was laughing way too hard to respond.

"Uhg, here, take them!"

Ink forced the kid into his arms, in which- after a moment of processing this- Error held him up somewhat like the Lion King.

Error grinned at the kid, who just innocently starting reaching towards his face.

Error set Paperjam in his lap.

"He-s mine no-w. I'm goin-g to te-ach them how to b-e evil."

"Oh, thats great Error, so great."

"I-m going to st-art with train-ing them to only call you bitc-h."

"I'm so glad."