Our Little Toys

CHAPTER 1

Dream sighed, unlocking the door to his house and throwing his coat on the rack. He closed the door behind him and quickly locked his gun in his safe. He heard the tv in his room playing a movie, some action movie from the sound of the explosions and screams. Dream trudged over to the couch and flopped onto his partner, his head in Error's lap. Error chuckled, placing his hand on Dreams head and playing with his hair.

"H-how was w-work S-sunsh-shine?" Error stuttered.

Error had head trauma from his childhood, his stutter really inhibited his ability to communicate. Dream had happily helped him work through it and Error could now say some sentences without stuttering. Both Dream and Error were really proud of him for his progress.

"Tiiiired." Dream mumbled, wrapping his arms around Errors waist.

"That bad huh?" Error asked, chuckling quietly.

"Paperwork, then a car chase, then the guy pulled a gun, my partner shot him, then more paperwork." Dream explained quietly.

"Aww baby, you alright?" Error asked, worried for his partner.

Dream never liked violence. He knew it was necessary to help people sometimes, but he was well known for having issues shooting people. It was the only thing people really took issue with him about. The only thing Dream ever really got in trouble for.

Dream nodded into Error's crotch and Error smiled sweetly, looking in awe at his adorable boyfriend.

"So, Ink called." Error said, rolling his eyes.

Dream looked up at him, his eyes half-lidded as he didn't have the energy to deal with moving, or honestly to deal with Ink. He loved the guy, but he was tiring to deal with.

"To hang out or to move in while he finds a better place?" Dream asked tiredly.

"Got kicked out again." Error said, sighing with annoyance after.

"I'll call him tomorrow..." Dream mumbled, letting his head fall back into Error's lap.

Dream picked up the remote and flicked on the movie they were watching the night before. Error leaned back and laid himself down on his back, Dream in his arms. The two watched and eventually fell asleep together, ignoring the phone ringing, neither of them were moving for someone they knew was ink.

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Ink called Dream again to no avail. His partner-Cross-already said he went home, so Ink was annoyed why he wasn't answering. He sighed, hearing the familiar voicemail message. He hung up and his arm dropped by his side.

"Still can't reach your friend?" A man asked from behind him.

"Ugh, no. Thank you for the phone. I'll just see if I have enough for a hotel tonight." Ink grunted, handing the phone back to the man.

"Nowhere to go?" The man asked.

"Nope. Just got evicted. He usually lets me crash at his place." Ink explained, sitting down on the park bench next to the man.

"Well, I mean if you really need somewhere to stay, you could come to my place for the night?" The man offered, placing a hand on Ink's shoulder.

"Man, I mean thanks for the phone call. But like I don't even know you and lik-"

"Killer, the name's Killer. If you don't trust me enough, leave your friend a voicemail telling him my address."

"Hmm..."

"C'mon, gotta be better than barely making it into a hotel. I mean, what if you dont have enough?"

"...Sleep on the streets?"

"Yeah, that's not happening. Come home with me. I'll get you some food and we got a spare room."

Ink looked at the man, trying to see any malicious intent. Although with Ink's really bad issues with seeing emotions, it wasn't hard for the man-Killer-to gain Ink's susceptible trust. Ink smiled sweetly and stood up, stretching his arms to the sky.

"Sure, lead the way!" Ink said cheerily.

Killer grabbed Ink's arm, a lot harder than Ink was expecting, but he didn't fully mind. He brought him to a pretty nice car, fumbling through the small ring of Kees before finding the one for his car and unlocked it. He walked Ink to the other side of the car, and unlocked the door for him. Ink stepped into it and looked around the car. There was no way he was ever going to be able to afford anything like it, but a man can dream, can't he?

Killer entered the car, started it, and drove to his house. The drive was mostly quiet, with a little small talk about the weather or work or small things like that. Killer quickly remembered the offer for Ink earlier.

"Still freaked out and wanna call Dream?" Killer said, holding his phone out for Ink.

"Oh, thanks!" Ink took his phone happily, but quickly faltered. "...How do you know his name?"

"Oh, uh, you must have mentioned his name." Killer said.

"I... definitely didn't..." Ink mumbled, trying to shuffle away from him even though they were in a small car.

"How would I know his name if you didn't tell me?" Killer pointed out.

Ink thought about it for a second, before accepting that he must've just forgotten about it. He moved back to the middle of the car and smiled at him.

"Ok, yeah, that's fair! Sorry, I dunno what I was even thinking." Ink apologized in his happy tone.

He dialed Dream's phone number, it again went to voicemail and Ink semi-told him what was happening while asking Killer a few questions about where the house was, almost forgetting to tell him the address and not just the description. He hung up with a little I love you and chucked the phone back at Killer after realizing the car had stopped in a driveway.

Killer turned the car off and the two left, walking to the front door. Killer fumbled through his keys again, finding the key and unlocking the door. He opened it and placed his hand on Ink's back, sort of pushing him through the door. He quickly looked around for anyone who could've been watching them. Upon finding no one he walked in, closing and locking the door behind him.

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1028 words
We getting some fun times already.

I am overly excited for this and I've written so much for it today, so I'm probably gonna keep it on some sort of schedule. So look out for that if you'd like :)

Hope you guys enjoyed!