The Enemies Maid (Ink x The Bad Guys)

The Job

  Ink drifted into consciousness, tightly tucked into the bed underneath him. He sat up quickly, confused at the apparent lack of clothes, and the new room he was in. The last he remembered was being choked out by his enemies and tied up with them surrounding him. He had also been stabbed in his leg, though his body was so good at healing so it was already fixed.

  He looked around being met by the elegant room. He was in a king sized bed, pillows and fluffy blankets swamping him. Next to each side of the bed were small tables, each with a fancy lamp on them. To the right of the bed was a mirror against the same wall as the bed was against. The entire wall to his right was made of glass. It was covered with a huge curtain, but Ink could still see the door to a balcony. To his left was a little more boring, a door left half open revealing an empty closet. Next to it was the door to the room, this one was closed.

  Across from him was another closed door, but it was the entrance to a bathroom. It was a room that wasn't expected to be used a lot by the skeletons. In front of the room was a coffee table with two chairs, a couch, and a TV on the table. On one of the chairs Ink saw Error who was fiddling with his strings.

  Error heard the shuffling and looked up, seeing Ink's face, a mixture of awestruck and caution.

  "Morning Princess, welcome back to the world of the living." He said, chuckling to himself.

  "Where the hell am I? What did you do to me?" Ink said I'm the most demanding and scary voice he could muster.

  "Jesus Christ I didn't think your memory problems were that bad. I mean, do you not remember being kidnapped?" Error laughed sinisterly and Ink threw the bedsheets off him. "You're in a room in Bosses mansion, in case you couldn't tell. I wouldn't put it past you to be that stupid."

  "I'm not stupid! What type of person doesn't remember getting kidnapped. And why the fuck am I in a bed, you guys have literal jail cells here and you throw me into a fancy room?"

  "I think Nightmare honestly thinks of you more as a guest than a prisoner."

  "You kidnap all your guests?"

  "Only the fucking annoying ones." Error said, rolling his eyes.

  “What the hell am I even doing here, what do you want from me?”

  “Boss wants you to join us. Well, either that or be a maid, his words, not mine.”

  “So, what he’s a freak? A perv? I wouldn’t have pegged him as the type.”

  “Yeah, I agree with you. For once. But I think we’d all rather have you in here than out there.”

  Ink jumped off the bed and quickly made his way to the pile of his clothes. He redressed himself, feeling much better with the excess of layers. He looked over at Error, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

  “Then take me to him.” Ink ordered.

  “A question first.” Error said, desummoning his strings and standing up.

  “What.”

  “You’re not attacking me. You’re usually the ‘fight first ask questions later’ type of person.”

  “I can't use my magic without Broomie. If I even try, the other guys will come in and beat me. I know a losing battle when I see one.”

  "Ah, you're not as dumb as I thought you were."

  "Wowww, thanks for that. Can you just take me to your stupid Boss." Ink said, his voice laced with sarcasm and venom.

  "Whatever asshole."