"...This makes literally no sense."
"Because you're not paying attention, Error!" Four sighed exasperatedly.
"I am!"
Four put his face in his hands for a few moments, taking a sharp breath before looking back up at Error. "And the King thinks you're the smart one...Listen. I'm telling you that there's-"
"You're speaking in literal riddles!" Error yelled, clearly as frustrated (if not more) as Four.
Four narrowed his eyes. "Have you had a drink tonight?"
"I guess?"
"...How much?"
"...Four beers?"
"Lightweight," Four huffed. Just as Error went to protest at being called a lightweight, Four spoke louder to drown him out, "Well in that case, you're not going to understand unless I say it straight: There's a Goddess that would probably help you find the kid."
"Okay, first of all, I am not a lightweight-" Error hissed.
"Error, I'm literally not even talking about your alcohol tolerance anymore."
"...Oh."
Four groaned. "Did you even listen to the last thing I said?"
"Yep, you said there was some sort of Goddess thingy." Error put his face down on the table in front of them. Four stared at him. It took Error a full five seconds to look back up confusedly, "Wait a second..."
"You haven't just had four beers, have you?"
"...Well, I happened to have some vodka from my last date with Ink, so I kind of went into the kitchen and downed some of it just before I left? I just thought it would help with the pain, and-"
"That's what painkillers are for." Four stood up, grabbing a bottle from the counter in the kitchen they were in. He also grabbed two whiskey glasses from a cupboard and then left the room, gesturing for Error to follow him. He did, and Error was led into an unfamiliar room.
"...I've never been this far inside your house."
"Well, there hasn't been a reason for you to have been any further than my kitchen."
"Ah yes, I have fond memories of that room," Error snickered, "Like the time you threw a kitchen knife at my head and narrowly missed."
Four rolled his eyes and set the two glasses down on a small table, pouring a small amount of the alcohol into each. He gave one to Error and then pointed at the only sofa in the room. "Sit down." Error did as he was told, but didn't drink any of the whiskey, unlike Four, who drained his glass before he even sat down. "And drink that."
"This feels weird," Error muttered, "I've never so much as sat down and had a civilised conversation with you, let alone drunk extremely expensive-looking whiskey with you."
"Well, count yourself lucky. I'm quite notorious for getting other people extremely drunk."
Error downed half of the glass and shuddered. "I see how."
"Lightweight." Four smirked, looking Error in the eyes. Error suddenly drained his glass and slammed the glass down on the table next to him.
"I'm not!"
"Jeez, no need to get so defensive..." Four chuckled, reaching forward and pouring Error another shot.
There was maybe a minute of silence where Four slumped down on the sofa, closing his eyes and setting the glass down on the floor. Error slowly sipped his drink, despite knowing that downing it would be quicker and maybe easier.
Error cleared his throat, "You mentioned a Goddess."
"Oh. Yes, I did," Four sat back up, pouring himself another shot, and then offering Error the bottle, who shook his head. "Her name is Life."
Error frowned. "That's her name? Or her title? Goddess of Life?"
"Both."
"...Is she a skeleton?"
Four shook his head.
"I thought there was a war?" Error stared at Four, but he didn't say anything, so he continued, "A war that meant only skeletons would become Gods in future?"
"You're absolutely right, King Multiverse won the war. He passed the law about the skeletons. Y'know, he was no more than you are now at the time that he killed the ruler of the Nameless Gods. Just a minor God."
"Is that encouragement to kill KM?" Error joked, smirking. Four snickered. "Anyway, how come there's a Goddess who's not a skeleton, then?"
"Life was... maybe twenty years old? The King had reasons for keeping her, but wouldn't say why. And so he spared her. But gone were the other Nameless Gods: Positivity and Negativity were killed together, and Death was killed by the King himself, which was strange since Death was a skeleton, and he and King Multiverse were friends. There was no Resurrection, but there was a God of Mercy and Protection. And that was Alpha. Ironic, I know."
"And what were you?" Error asked.
Four looked Error in the eyes. "Destruction."
Looking shocked, Error opened his mouth to say something. He instead just exhaled, looking away. He downed the rest of his glass, refilling it after. After maybe twenty seconds, he cleared his throat and asked, "So I'm assuming the 'Nameless Gods' are just Gods whose names are the same as their title? Like The Goddess of Life being called Life?"
"That's right."
"And you're saying that we've gone all our lives not knowing that this other Goddess existed? I mean, I've always found it weird that we have a God of Death and a God of Resurrection. Surely it makes more sense for there to be life instead of resurrection."
"In truth," Four looked up from his glass, "We didn't exactly need Glitch. When the King discovered you guys were coming in as new minor Gods without knowing anything about it, he panicked. We had one God of Resurrection before Glitch. It didn't exactly end well for him." Four poured yet another shot, "But Life follows rules stricter than yours. She was ordered to keep away from the newest set of Gods. The King claimed it would confuse and anger you all."
"Anger-?"
"He assumed you'd all have a problem with her not being a skeleton."
"...No? I mean, I didn't fight in the war, so I don't really have the right to complain. I would have thought the King would have been the one with the problem, but apparently not." Error drank the last of his glass, "And I really don't want any more of that, thank you. Fine, call me a lightweight, but it's the taste I don't like."
Four smirked. "You don't drink vodka for the flavour, do you?"
"No, but I'm sort of drunk right now. And if I'm going to keep up with anything you're saying, I can't have any more of that stuff, because fine, I'll say it, it's strong. You yourself complained about me being drunk in the first place. Also, we're drinking whiskey, and you do drink whiskey for the taste... unless you're broke like me, in which case you buy cheap whiskey that tastes bad, so you're only using it to get drunk."
The taller laughed. "Touché. Anyway, where were we..?"
"Something about Glitch being useless?"
"Ah, yes," He- once again- drained his glass (while Error watched with a surprised expression), "Although I didn't say 'useless'. The King thought that by introducing a God of Resurrection, he'd be distracting you all from wondering about the absence of Life. But now Life's not permitted to leave her universe, so it turns out Glitch is quite a valuable asset."
Error went to question it, but Four held up a hand to silence him, " In fact, he already knows about Life. Maybe King Multiverse told you that he wasn't happy with Glitch. On several occasions, Glitch has questioned why exactly he's needed. Once he begged to be let go, to be mortal again. Recently, it would seem that he's been doing his own research."
Error frowned. "He never said anything, though!"
"He was told not to." Four shrugged.
There was a moment of silence. Error yawned and Four looked up. The younger pulled his phone out his eyes widened. "Wow, okay. Three missed calls from Nightmare."
"You should be going, actually," Four stood up, "It's late. But if you need to find Life, she's..." Four paused, "She's in ReaperTale."
Error's mouth fell open. "W-what? But then surely Reaper would-?!"
"Look, I know this is all a lot to take in. I wasn't going to tell you so much in one night, but..." Four sighed, "I know you have questions. But now's not the best time to ask them. Go home. Tomorrow, find Life." He snapped his fingers and a portal appeared.
Error stood up, a confused expression still on his face. "...Thanks."
Four looked down at him. "For?"
Error shrugged. "Being...nice? Helping me? I don't know, just... thanks."
The taller smiled. "I don't think I should have made you drink that whiskey. Try not to make it too obvious that you're drunk when you get back. You don't seem too bad now... but I don't think the alcohol's really in your system yet. Get some sleep, kid."
Error nodded and quickly returned the smile before entering the portal.
**
"Dream?" Ink looked back up when his friend didn't answer him. Dream was curled up on the floor in front of Ink, as he had been for maybe twenty minutes, but he was clearly now asleep. Meaning Ink was the only one still awake. Reaper and Nightmare were asleep on the sofa, Glitch was lying on the floor at the opposite end of the room, and Ink and Dream were in the middle of the floor. Cross was still in Error's room.
They'd been waiting for Error to get back, but with so little do (deciding not come up with any more stupid ideas before Error got back) they'd all just fallen asleep.
Ink stood up and left the room, heading into the kitchen and quietly closing the door to isolate himself from the others. He shoved his hand inside his pocket, pulling out his lighter and a joint. His last one, seemingly. He wasn't gonna go outside to smoke it, it was too cold. And besides, Error never seemed to have a problem with his smoking. Then again, he'd never tried smoking in Error's apartment. He clicked the lighter and inhaled once it was lit. He started to think about everything: About how a few weeks ago him and Error were in this kitchen drinking vodka and having a good time...And then he noticed that very same bottle of vodka on the side of the counter. He picked it up. Some more of it had been drunk since.
"You gonna drink that or something?"
Ink jumped, slamming the bottle back onto the counter and turning around. It was Error.
"I didn't notice you come back." Ink muttered.
"I tried to be quiet. Thought you'd all be asleep. Clearly not, though. Is Nightmare awake?" Error closed the door, walked past Ink, went into a cupboard and pulled out a glass.
"No. I'm the only one awake." Ink said, averting Error's eyes- which he could feel watching him. "But if you're wondering why he called you, he insisted that Four had killed you and wanted you to prove him otherwise."
"Actually, that was not what happened, surprisingly. In fact, I had a few drinks with him." Error smirked. He poured himself a glass of water, taking a sip and continuing to give Ink the same amused look, since he looked shocked.
"So you didn't, then," Ink huffed, "What really happened?"
Error choked on his water, laughing once he'd stopped coughing, "No, really! That's what happened! And he gave me a history lesson, too. There's a Goddess that we've never met, she can help us find Chara!"
"Okay, maybe I can believe it: You're drunk. There is no Goddess, Error."
"Fine." Error walked over, "Guess you can ask me about it in the morning, once I've sobered up."
"I will."
There was a few seconds of silence. Error slowly sipped the glass of water while Ink continued to smoke.
Error suddenly stepped in front of Ink and put the glass on the table. "Did I ever tell you how nice you look?"
"...I believe you may have. When it was appropriate to do so. But it isn't anymore, so back off, please." Ink looked down, again averting Error's eyes.
Error narrowed his eyes and suddenly pushed Ink against the counter, "You're seriously gonna keep treating me like this?"
Ink swallowed and looked at the floor beside him in the corner of his eye. "Get off me."
"Look at me." Error ordered in a slightly more aggressive voice. He cupped Ink's cheek and pulled his face round to face his own. Ink still avoided the taller's eyes. "Why can't you look at me?" Error growled.
Ink looked up. His eyes met Error's. The two stared for a second before Ink pushed Error away with such force that he was slammed into the table behind them. The sound of smashing glass filled the air. Error stepped forwards to see what broke. It was the glass of water, the shards laying in a pool of liquid on the floor.
Ink wanted to apologise, but decided to keep his mouth closed. Error said nothing to him as he bent down and collected the broken glass in his hands, walking past Ink and dropping it into the trash. He turned back around and looked at Ink again. They locked eyes again.
"You're bleeding," Ink pointed out. Error looked at his hand. There was a small cut on the back of it. He shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets, looking down at the floor. Ink inhaled again, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. Error suddenly walked over, making Ink slightly nervous that he was about to attack him back. Instead, he reached behind Ink and grabbed the bottle of vodka. He left the room wordlessly, closing the door quietly. Ink hadn't meant to be so violent, but at least Error wasn't harassing him anymore... Although he couldn't help but feel worried at the fact he'd taken the entire bottle of vodka.
In the living room, Error slid down on the sofa next to Nightmare. He kind of wished he could have his room back now, but he knew that keeping Cross out of the way was important at the moment.
He raised the entire bottle of vodka to his 'lips', and only managed three gulps before he gagged. He didn't care how bad it tasted, he intended to get drunk. He took two more large gulps, shuddering as the liquid burned his throat.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Error looked to his right. Nightmare had his eyes half open. Error didn't respond, but took another large sip.
"I heard glass shattering. Ink's not in this room, and you've just come out of the kitchen. So either you're fighting or you're so drunk that you did a Geno and smashed a glass while drunk." Nightmare whispered. Error went to take another sip, but Nightmare sat up and snatched the bottle, putting it on the floor. Error didn't actually complain, silently appreciating the fact that his friend had confiscated the spirit, and instead just lay down with his head beside Nightmare's legs.
"He hates me, and there's nothing I can do to change that." Error said, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
"If I were you, I wouldn't want to change it. He's not worth your time or attention." Nightmare whispered, bitterness audible in his voice.
"I...I'm just...so sick of this..." Error's voice cracked on the last word and he let out a shaky breath before pulling his hood over his face.
Nightmare looked down upon hearing his friend's broken voice. "I know. You've had to put up with so much crap from this whole thing. But chasing after Ink won't help you."
"I just want to get this over with. I want to get this kid so everyone can go back to their own lives, so we can go back to normal, so I can forget it ever happened."
Nightmare didn't say anything, just nodding.
A few minutes later, Error asked, "Do you know what the worst thing is?"
"What?"
"That I still like him."
Nightmare glanced over at him. "Why?"
"I just... can't help thinking about how it would be if we were both mortal."
"Then I'm sure you'd still be in the same position. Maybe not so soon, but Ink would never be able to make a relationship last more than a few months at best. He's never been able to express his feelings in a rational way." Nightmare said sternly, looking over at Error again to make sure he was listening, "I mean, look at how he reacts to something that's not even your fault."
There was more silence.
"Nightmare," Error suddenly spoke, "You could tell me what he's actually feeling, couldn't you? Because I don't know whether he genuinely hates me or whether he's just acting."
Nightmare said nothing, looking away.
"Nightmare."
"I mean... I can't sense any hatred..."
"What can you sense?"
Nightmare shifted uncomfortably. "...Regret. Regret and guilt. And some sort of fear."
Error sat up suddenly, turning to face Nightmare, "And you didn't think to tell me earlier?"
"I... I didn't see why it would have mattered-"
"Well, it does! So tell me what it means!"
"Error, I'm not sure what he-"
"Nightmare's right, Error. We couldn't possibly tell you why Ink's feeling how he is." Dream's voice entered the conversation. He'd clearly been awake for a few minutes. "Trying to analyse him further is like trying to see through some sort of thick fog." He sat up, "And now I'm awake, so I'm going to make a cup of tea, if you have any."
Nightmare didn't look remotely surprised that Dream was awake, but Error jumped. "...Yeah. There's some in a cupboard in the kitchen." Error said. Dream nodded and left the room.
"Exactly. So don't jump to any conclusions yet." Nightmare lay back down.
"Ugh, you can tell Ink's been smoking in here!" Dream called from the kitchen.
Error narrowed his eyes. "...He's not in there anymore?"
"Nope."
"...Is he even in the house?"
"No idea."
Error walked out into the kitchen where Dream was making tea, seemingly unconcerned about Ink's disappearance.
"Cross is gone too." Nightmare called, coming out of Error's room.
The dark skeleton groaned. He wasn't ready for another search-party-adventure yet. He'd just began to feel the effects of all the alcohol. He walked straight into the kitchen door while trying to leave, causing Dream to erupt into a fit of laughter.
"What's funny?" Nightmare asked, appearing in the doorway.
Dream just snickered and shook his head.
"...I need to lay down. All that alcohol's just hit me. Like really suddenly." Error said, leaving the kitchen (successfully, this time).
Somehow Reaper was still fast asleep on the sofa. But Error couldn't see Glitch...
"GLITCH IS GONE TOO!" Error yelled, walking through the room to get to the sofa. The room was dark since all the lights were off and Error' vision was slightly blurred, so he didn't notice that he was in fact about to step on the sleeping form of the God of Resurrection.
There were two screeches from the living room, followed by Error's voice. "Found him!"
And there was three more screams.
The twins appeared at the doorway. Reaper had fallen off the sofa and was now lying on top of Error, who was next to Glitch.
"Well, this is an interesting sight." Nightmare smirked. Dream was making the exact same face as his twin as he sipped his tea.
Reaper looked around confusedly, clearly having just woken up. He was even more confused when Error suddenly pushed him off with such force that he was thrown back into the sofa. "..W-what the ffff-"
"I give up." Error was splayed across the floor, face down, "You guys can deal with Mr Monochrome and his misplaced brother. I'm just gonna stay right here. The floor is a good place to be."
Dream snorted, inhaling the tea, sending him into a choking fit. Nightmare took the mug from his brother to stop him from dropping it, laughing and repeating,"Mr Monochrome and his misplaced brother! That's the best thing you've ever said!"
Glitch cleared his throat, "Can I ask you, Error-"
"No. No, you can't ask me anything."
"-What Four wanted with you?"
Suddenly the twins stopped laughing (in Dream's case, choking) and Reaper looked up.
"You already know what he had to say, Glitch. Why don't you do some explaining so I can just die in peace?" Error's voice was muffled by the floor.
"...Well. If it's Life he talked about..." Glitch nodded; it was clearly what he'd expected Error to say.
"Mhm..."
"So basically," Glitch faced the others, "There's a Goddess called Life. Which should mean that I'm irrelevant, and I would be if Life wasn't confined to her universe. But then technically she was confined there to stay out of our way, which... sort of... makes me...Still kind of irrelevant? Because if The King had-"
"...What?" Reaper's face was now entirely confused again.
"I'll put it simply," Glitch rolled his eyes, "This Goddess can apparently help us find the kid, right Error?"
"Yep."
"But the only problem is...To find out where the kid is, we need to find the person who can tell us where he is." Glitch concluded.
"Wait, he didn't tell you that?" Error looked up.
"...They didn't really tell me anything, I kind of did my own research. And I didn't get that far."
"...How the hell did you find that all out without them?" Error asked.
"Story for another time."
"...Okay, well he told me where she is."
"...Wait, he did?"
"ReaperTale."
Reaper's face couldn't possibly get more confused. "B-But-?!"
"Yeah, I don't know how that works either." Error sighed.
"Okay, that's great, but let's find Cross and Ink before we find the person who will tell us where to find the child." Nightmare suggested.
"Oh yeah, we should do that."
"We don't need to, they'll come back in a bit. They obviously teleported, that's why we didn't hear them leave." Dream assured.
"Yeah, but to where?" Error asked.
"Probably to get more weed. I know Cross ran out of it a while ago, and you can smell Ink's last one in the kitchen still. And those two can't survive a crisis without it." Dream gave a slight smile.
"...Riiight."
**
Dream had been right, they had indeed gone to get a large quantity of drugs.
"How much did you spend on all that?" Nightmare joked, seeing Cross take out a plastic bag of the substance.
"Not a lot."
"Christ. Who the hell's your dealer?"
Ink smirked. "Hey, remember that small kid from school? Blue?"
Nightmare gasped. "He isn't?"
Ink chuckled. "His brother's always smoked it, remember?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
"Blue doesn't smoke it himself. He just sells it for his brother." Cross said.
"...Wait a second." Error jumped in, "I remember Blue! Nightmare, you and I went to the same school! In fact, we went to elementary, middle and high school together! Blue was at our school, how could Ink be in the same school as him? I'd never met Ink!"
"Blue was at our high school, but he was also in our elementary. And actually, so was Ink. Him and Blue were in a separate class. Ink left the school in the second grade." Nightmare said.
"I think I did see Error once, actually. Yeah. First grade, but I don't remember what happened. I think it was during recess." Ink paused for a second, thinking. Suddenly he clicked his fingers, "Oh, that's it! Wasn't he the one who did the fire thingy?"
There was a chorus of 'Oh, yeah!' as they all remembered.
"The fire thingy...?" Error narrowed his eyes, thinking.
"Dude, you're the one who did it. How do you not remember?"
Error suddenly said, "Oh! I stabbed the fire alarm thingy with a pencil as a dare. They couldn't stop the alarm for half an hour. Pretty sure I spent the rest of the week sitting at the teacher's desk with her at recess. Jeez, even six-year-old me was bad."
"It was cold outside, no one appreciated standing there for half an hour wondering why the alarm had gone off. I mean, they thought there was a fire for the first twenty minutes because apparently one older class had been baking or something and they thought something caught on fire. How did they figure out it was you again?" Dream giggled.
"That annoying vampire kid snitched on me."
"There was a few annoying vampire kids." Ink pointed out.
"All the vampire kids were annoying," Nightmare muttered.
"The kid whose leg I broke in a fight at high school." Error rolled his eyes at the memory.
"You broke a kid's leg?" Ink gasped?
"He deserved it," Nightmare defended.
"I hated him from the first grade to senior year. I mean, I didn't go to middle school with him, but still." Error said.
"You can't break someone's leg because you hate them!" Ink exclaimed, laughing.
"I didn't! He started it! Basically, he insulted me as he passed me in the corridor, and I insulted him back, and he didn't like that, so he punched me. I drop kicked him and he landed on his knee. And then an ambulance was called and I was sent to the principal's office." Error smirked.
"You drop kicked him?" Ink continued to look shocked.
"It sounds a lot cooler than it was." Error laughed.
"Nah, it looked cool as hell. You literally just turned around like 0.00001 seconds after being punched, jumped up and kicked that bastard super hard. Everyone cheered," Nightmare grinned, facing Ink.
"It really wasn't that great. His family wanted to sue mine."
"How did you get out of it?" Ink asked.
"Well, a few kids had actually been recording him because he told them to, he said that he was going to punch me and wanted to get on video to look cool or some bullshit. Basically the video was sent all around social media and it showed that he attacked me first, so..."
"Hold on, I still want to know how Blue came to be a drug dealer," Reaper cut in.
"Oh, I met him again at a high school house party. He knew kids who went to my school. He was selling weed there, so Cross and I bought some and then he gave us his number." Ink grinned at the memory.
"I'm surprised you remembered each other, I can barely remember anyone from middle school, forget elementary...Unless I met them at high school again, I remember most people from there." Error said.
"He remembered me, it took me a minute before he could convince me that we knew each other, and then I was suddenly like, 'oh yeah, I remember you!'" Ink laughed. "Also, I remember that Dream was in my elementary class for a few weeks, but they couldn't make him stay in a class without Nightmare any longer than that, so he was moved to you guys' class."
"Oh, yeah, I remember that!" Dream laughed as well. The group continued to reminisce about memories from school for a few minutes before Cross cut in.
"So, uh, not to ruin this little..." He waved his hand around, "...Thing, but we kind of have bigger problems."
"We're all aware of that," Dream smirked at Ink and Error, "But I think we're all enjoying watching these two finally getting along." Nightmare and Reaper nodded, similar smirks on their faces. Glitch's face didn't really show a whole lot.
Ink and Error both looked at each other, their smiles fading.
"Why don't you two you and talk things through? I think we'd get this one so much easier if we could all co-operate and get along." Reaper suggested.
Ink turned to face Error, opening his mouth to speak. He stopped when he saw Error. "...Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, just... I kind of feel like I'm gonna pass out." Error said. He was gripping onto the table. Reaper and Nightmare both walked over, looking concerned.
"You okay?" Reaper asked.
"Wanna go sit down?" Nightmare suggested.
"I wanna go to sleep." Error muttered.
"He's had a lot to drink." Nightmare informed Reaper. Reaper turned to Dream.
"Well, what's your expert opinion, nurse?"
Dream rolled his eyes, but smirked slightly. "Rest. And water. And paracetamol in the morning."
"Why don't I take him to his room?" Ink offered, stepping forwards.
Dream and Reaper exchanged smirks. Nightmare went to protest, but Reaper shouted over him, "Yeah, that would be great!"
"I can walk, thank you." Error grumbled. However, three steps towards the door, and the dark skeleton fell straight into Ink.
"Mmm, looks like it. Come on." Ink put an arm around Error and escorted him out of the room.
"So..." Dream said, turning to the others, "How'd he even get to have drinks with Four? And what do you think they drank?"
"Whiskey. You could smell the whiskey on Error from a mile off." Reaper snorted. Nightmare nodded and snickered.
"Bet it was expensive." Dream giggled.
"What makes Error so special, though?" Glitch huffed. The others turned to him with questioning looks.
"You're jealous?" Nightmare asked, frowning.
"No. It's just that I had to do so much to find out what I know. And then I'm punished when they find out I know stuff. And then Error gets to sit around in Four's house and drink expensive whiskey all night as he's being told everything I know and more? How is that fair?" Glitch hissed.
"Look," Dream sighed, "It doesn't matter that it was Error. He told us what we needed to know."
"He still knows more."
"Glitch," Nightmare said, "Stop being jealous. I can feel it radiating off you in waves."
"Same. I hate the feeling of other people's jealously. It's horrible." Dream groaned.
"I'm not jealous! I'm annoyed!"
"Okay, sure, we believe you." Nightmare rolled his eyes, smirking at Dream. Dream, however, did not look amused.
"I hate this system! Our leaders are terrible-!" Glitch protested.
"I'm gonna have to leave this room in a minute. I'm too tired to deal with negative emotions right now." Dream stood behind Nightmare, burying his face into his twin's shoulder, as if the God would act as a shield and just soak up the negativity.
"I have an idea," Reaper chimed in, "Let's all get drunk! I'm sure there's some alcohol left in this place-!"
"No." Everyone chorused.
Except Cross.
"Yeah, I'm down for that."
"No one else is getting drunk." Dream declared, stepping forwards, "So let's all just go and sit in the living room."
"I think I'm gonna go get high, actually." Cross said, heading towards the door.
"What's your expert opinion on that, nurse?" Nightmare snorted.
"I mean he probably shouldn't, but I can't realistically stop him."
"Cool. I'll be back in a while, I'm gonna go chain-smoke this." He grabbed the bag of drugs and left the house.
"Don't worry, you can barely notice when he's high. Unless you're medically trained." Dream assured.
"..Right."
**
"Just so you know, I'm not going to be with you again, so-" Ink started to speak but was cut off. The second the door had closed, Error slammed Ink against it and connected their mouths.
It was a risky move, but... Ink kissed back. It lasted for about five seconds before Ink pushed Error away. "N-No!"
"What? I told you, we're not gonna get killed this time." Error muttered, wrapping his arms around the smaller skeleton.
"Did you fake being super drunk to get me in here?" Ink hissed.
"I genuinely thought I was gonna pass out. But I'm fine now~" Error smirked.
"You know how inappropriate this is? We have a child to find and you're trying to seduce me?"
"I'm drunk."
"That's not an excuse."
"Actually, it is."
"How?"
"Because you're less in control of yourself when you're drunk?"
"You don't sound drunk at all. If people hadn't seen you drink all that alcohol, I wouldn't believe you were intoxicated at all."
"I don't get like that until I'm wasted. When I'm just drunk, I can either be super aggressive or super slutty, according to everyone I've ever gone drinking with. Although I assaulted a bartender once. I was wasted then. And teenage. And stupid." Error waited for Ink to reply, but the artist just shrugged, not quite knowing how to respond to that. In the absence of conversation, Error pulled Ink closer and went in to kiss him again. Ink pushed him away.
The two locked eyes, but Ink shook his head and pulled away.
"Look," Error sighed, releasing him and stepping aside, pointing at the door, "You can leave now, and I won't bother you again." The two locked eyes, "Or... you could stay with me..."
After a few seconds Ink put his hand on the door handle. Error turned away and sighed.
But he couldn't. He knew he should open the door, leave and be left alone... But it was as if the door was bolted shut in his mind. He couldn't push the handle down to open it, though he willed himself to.
He turned around suddenly, pushing Error onto the bed behind him. He went down with him, landing on top of the dark skeleton. Their faces were inches apart.
"I'm sorry," Ink breathed, "Sorry that I treated you how I did."
Error gave a faint smile and whispered back, "I knew you didn't mean it. But I'm sorry too, I-"
Error was silenced with a kiss. Error's eyes slid closed, as did Ink's. The taller slipped his tongue into Ink's mouth, earning a squeak from the artist. However after a few moments, Error now pushed Ink back up, so that the two were sat up. Ink wrapped his arms around Error's neck, and Error's hands came around Ink's waist. The darker pulled the artist onto his lap, closing the gap between them entirely. They stayed in this position for a good five minutes or so before Error's hand trailed slowly down to the bottom of Ink's shirt. He waited to see if Ink would react, but Ink barely noticed. So he slipped his hand under it, rubbing Ink's spine. This did catch his attention. He gasped, but nothing more than that. So Error tried to pull his shirt up to take it off, but to this Ink pulled away. "You okay?" Error asked in a hushed tone.
"Y-Yeah, just... Maybe we should get some rest now." Ink smiled nervously. Error let go of him and Ink stood up and went towards the door. "Night." He gave Error a smile.
Error smiled back. "Night."
The artist left the room.
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The sound of shattering glass was what Alpha came back to. He had left the house for only about thirty seconds, but the noise told him his captive had woken up again (after another few hours of being knocked out cold).
He entered the house, running to the room where he'd left Chara. The pale boy was trying to climb out of a broken window whilst avoiding the sharp shards of glass sticking out in the window frame. He froze upon seeing Alpha.
"I'm surprised you're even trying to escape. You must have the worst headache ever, and probably some sort of brain damage." Alpha looked amused.
Chara's heart sank. He knew he couldn't go anywhere now. While climbing back into the room, what was left of the glass shattered under his weight. The poor child fell straight onto it all.
The wails of pain were ear-splitting.
The boy was laying in a pool of blood and shattered glass. There were cuts all over his face, arms, legs, his clothes were torn, his face bruised...
Alpha bit his 'lip'. He didn't quite know what to do.
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y i k e s t h i s t o o k f o r e v e r
But I made it extra long ahahaha
So I feel like the Errink is a bit out of place in this chapter, I originally wanted to put it in the next chapter but then I remembered that I promised Errink in this chapter and you guys were getting mad at me for the lack of Errink, I mean some people said they were skipping through the book to find Errink so I'm sorry ;-;
It just didn't fit to put it anywhere sooner than now, and even now it's not what I wanted. But I will admit that it was fun to write :)
So I also got carried away and made the ENTIRE background for The Trinity, hence the little details given away in the bit with Error and Four. So just so I know, was that bit interesting or boring? If it's boring I'll try to keep details to a minimum, but if you guys liked it that's great because I have loads more stuff like that I can work into the story :) Let me know what you think!
(Okay so you can get more spoilers at my discord here: https://discord.gg/beKjZ29)
I've got loads of tags to do but I really can't be bothered right now because I'm trying to eat my lunch XD
Also congrats if you guessed that 'she' was Life :3
Bye guys!
-Brooke
There's a duck made out of stone looking at me from outside help me-