31 Shiptober Errorink Writing Challenge

30. Building an Ikea cabinet

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When Ink left Error in his home to go check on AUs, he was not expecting a few... changes to have been made when he returned.

For one, his house was relatively clean, sorted, and dare he say neat. It seemed to him that Error had disliked the amounts of 'trash' (aka, his way-too-many amounts of art supplies and papers laying around) and had taken it upon himself to rid the house of it.

"Error?" Ink asked almost tentatively, a bit irritated by the loss of his drawings.

"U-p he-re!" 

He followed the voice, leading him up the stairs and down into his own room- that Error would soon be sharing.

The thought brought warmth to his cheeks.

His room too, was cleaned, but that wasn't what he had focused on. A bright blue cabinet- more like a bookshelf, really- was sitting in the middle of the same wall the door had been stationed on. It was perfectly clear it had been made out of Errors strings- he didn't even know that was possible- from the texture and color. 

Error was somewhat petting it, smiling at him. 

Ink was more confused. What was the need of a cabinet if he had, presumably, destroyed all the crap laying around.

"You lik-e it? I ma-de it so you h-ave a- p-lace to put all- your tr-ash."

"And where is my 'trash' exactly?"

"O-n the be-d in front of yo-ur fa-ce..?"

Ink glanced to the bed where his army of supplies and creations were indeed on top of.

"Oh." Ink breathed out, relieved. "Uh, I mean, I knew where all my stuff was before..." Ink frowned, a little annoyed at the thought of the house being perfectly cleared of his way of throwing things around that actually managed to serve his terrible memory quite well- better to accidently walk on what he was looking for instead of trying to find it amongst many, many others stored in one simple area. 

"S-o... you d-on-t like it?" Error frowned as well, a little disappointed.

"No-no-no!" Ink waved his hands, quick to deny. "Its just- nevermind, its great, Error. I like it a lot. Do you uh, need help putting my stuff away?" 

"N-o..."

"Alright then, I'll be downstairs if you need me." Ink left the room with a smile, leaving a slightly confused Error who was somewhat glaring at the cabinet.

Frowning, Error wondered why Ink wasn't ecstatic about the mess of his house being cleaned- it was suffocating to look at, let alone live in it. Unsure, he began moving Inks 'trash' into it nonetheless.