They had been coming back to that same little echo flower field multiple times a week. They enjoyed each others company and the tiny game itself; passing compliments, jokes, and the occasional insult back and forth.
It was fun. Very fun. Ink didn't regret dragging Error out of bed for it.
Error had opened up a lot through the game, Ink didn't even know it was possible for him to have such nice thoughts about him. The amount of compliments given were astounding!
Ink blinked when the flower was finally handed back.
He stiffened, frozen by the words that echoed out.
'I love you.'
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Sickly - An Errorink Drabble
Short StoryError is sickly. Ink takes notice. (Drawing by me) (Error - loverofpiggies) (Ink - Comyet) (Sci - TalkingSoup) (Dream: Joku) (Blueberry: Undertale Community)
