31 Shiptober Errorink Writing Challenge

18. Playing Twister

When Ink suggested they play a game Error immediately thought of something like video games or, ya know, hide and seek and shit.

What he did not image was Ink throwing a box of Twister onto the floor.

Apparently, since they were playing alone, they had to spin the 'spinner' and call out their own moves.

It was fine, not like there was a reason to cheat in this stupid game.

"Error! Its your turn!"

"I can-t mov-e!"

"Then you loose!"

Error loudly cursed Ink, who only laughed.

"Just spin it fo-r me ya' di-ck-hea-d!"

Ink huffed, managing to spin it again while maintaining his balance.

It was times like these where he seriously questioned how much free time Ink had if he was this good at Twister, undoubtable practiced this skill for years.

Or he was naturally this good at being bendy.

"Left leg on... uh- yellow."

"Wh-at the fuck?! I can-t put it on yell-ow!"

Ink laughed again.

"Your gonna have too!"

"I ca-nt!"

"Just try it!"

Error strained himself, trying to keep balance as he had to literally stretch his leg over the other.

He failed miserably and ended up on the floor with a stretched out 'ow'.

"Haha! I win!"

"Fuc-k you."

"Aww cmon Error, this is fun! Wanna see how long I can keep my balance?"

"No-o."

"Please? I once did it for hours straight, I can remember that vividly."

Alright, so maybe Ink literally practicing this game ended up being the right theory after all.

"Wha-t the he-ll Ink?!"

"Cmon! I wanna beat my record!"

"Do you eve-en the remember the reco-rd?!"

"Nope!"

Error mentally facepalmed, but inched himself to the spinner anyway.

"Righ-t hand, g-reen."

"My right hand's already on green."

With a groan, Error spun it again, wanting nothing more than to go flop on their couch and rest his bones.

"Righ-t leg, r-ed- tha-t rhyme-ed."

With some careful precautions, Ink finally placed his right leg on red.

He honestly looked like he was doing yoga, and enjoying it too.

"I-m sta-rting to get con-cerned about how you c-an keep sta-nding."

"Im... gonna take that as a compliment!"

Spin.

"Left hand on r-ed."

Though saying nothing, Error could tell Ink was inwardly panicking.

With both his arms on green and a leg on yellow and red, he had been set for easy victory.

Now, the complicated thing is, the colors went green, yellow, blue and then red.

So now that his left hand was also on red, now he was looking like a turtle with unsettlingly long legs.

He was also looking like a turtle who was about to just fall over and die- he snorted a bit at the thought.

"Hurry up and spin it before I fall!"

Ink was clearly strained in this position, not to mention the fact that Error was just evily grinning at him.

"H-mm I dunn-o. I migh-t just let- you di-e."

"Please! I'll do anything!"

He could see Ink was a bit amused through the panicking.

"F-ree chocol-ate for the n-ext week, and you ca-nt ground me."

Ink considered this, judging by the thoughtful look on his face.

"Fine."

Error genuinely smiled, very glad about getting free chocolate for a week without having to worry about doing shit that Ink would be mad about and then ground him.

Yes, Ink grounded him from chocolate as a consequence for being 'bad'.

He spun it, and then a second time.

"Why are you spinning it twice?!"

"It lan-ded on the lin-e."

"Oh okay-"

Error was surprised Ink had managed to stay up this long.

Not that surprising actually, given he had to have had some strength to survive their unending fights across the Multiverse.

He looked like he was about to reach his breaking point though.

"Uh-h..."

"Hurry up!"

"Jee-z okay! Right hand on green."

Ink quickly glanced at green.

"Its already on green!"

Another spin.

He jumped when he heard the thump from beside him, accompanied with a 'Shit!'.

"You di-ed." Error observed, visibly trying to contain his laughter at the completely exhausted Ink on the floor.

"I didn't realize."

Error hummed, reassuringly patting Inks back though it was more in a 'hahah you lost but its okay, but still hahaha' manner- so, correction, teasingly patting Inks back.

"Wanna play again?"

"Serio-usly?"

"Yes."

With that, Error reluctantly agreed to play another match of Twister.