Ink POV
I was crying. Just, alone in my room. Dream has hit me. Something about going to the room to much. He immediately felt bad afterward and apologized at least six times.
I guess I forgive him. I still went in the room. Error asked what happened because it looked like I'd been crying.
I assured him I was fine. He didn't believe me and kept interrogating me.
"It's nothing."
"Don't lie to me Ink."
I sighed.
"Look, h-he didn't mean to but, Dream hit me."
He looked pissed. I don't think the others heard what I had said. Thank god.
"He hit you? And I don't give a shit if it was accidental or not." He said.
"Who hit her?" Dust asked.
"L-look, just forget it. Do any of you want anything?" I asked.
"Uh, Yeah. Name and adresse." Killer said.
I felt bad but, I left. I went outside. Cold. Oh well. I put on my hoodie. Still cold. I went to the tree so I could draw.
I know, I shouldn't be here. But, I don't wanna stay home right now. After a few hours, I got tired. I put my sketchbook down and easily fell asleep.
Error POV
I'm worried about Ink. I shouldn't be. I should leave. So, I did. I teleported to Ink. They seemed asleep.
I picked them up and went to the anti void. They woke up after an hour. I was working on their puppet.
Their design is extremely complicated for someone like them.
They looked at me.
"...can I stay here for a bit?" They asked.
I nodded. I don't know what happened but after a week I asked them out. They said yes.
I don't know what I'm doing.
