A Tiny Error

Chapter 12

"No problemo, mah colorful brah!" Fresh replied, handing Error over to the creator. Ink hugged Error close to his chest, and smiled gratefully at the Virus. Dream sighed and shook his head. Thank the stars, they found Error. It was a good thing Fresh was out and about, today. But that begged a question.

"What are you doing here, Fresh?"

"Aw, y'know, enjoyin' a totes sunny day in da 'hood, yo! Plus, I lost mah fav skateboard, so's I was wonderin', Inky brah, couldja maybe make mah freshtacular self a new one?"

Ink beamed. "Of course! It's the least I could do to repay you for finding my dog. I was very worried!"

With that, Ink set Error down. He pulled Broomie out, and fashioned a neon-colored skateboard, the likes of which might hurt your eyes if you looked at it too long. Fresh picked it up and studied it. Spinning the wheels, he grinned.

"Why, thanks a ton, Inky brah! Dis is da best lookin' beauty I 'ave ever seen! Imma go and test dis baby in da skate park I sawz when I gizzity got here. Wanna come?"

Ink was about to agree, but Dream interrupted him.
"Thanks for the offer, Fresh, but maybe another time. I think Ink, Cinnamon, and I should head home. Cinnamon must be hungry from all the excitement!"

Ink blinked, then looked down at Error.
"O-oh, you're probably right, Dream. Thanks for the offer, and thanks for helping us find Cinnamon! Bye, Fresh!"

Dream made a portal, and the two skeletons plus Error headed inside. Fresh chuckled darkly.
"Heh, yeah. See ya later, alligator. Totes gonna see dat lil pup o' yours soon enough."

... ... ...

Dream huffed as they entered Ink's cottage. Ink set Error down on the floor, and grabbed the bag of dog food. Pouring some into the bowl, he coaxed Error over to try some.
"C'mon, Cinnamon. Here's some delicious food for you! It's just like yesterday."

Dream crossed his arms idly and watched Error walk over to the bowl. As long as he doesn't raise any suspicion with Ink, Dream didn't have to interfere. He might have to get Ink to leave Error alone with him to get any more answers, though. An idea formed in his mind, and he perked up as Ink set the bowl full of water next to Error as he ate some food.

"Hey, Ink?"

"Hmm?"

"I remembered that dogs sometimes need a bath. So, I'm gonna send you to get some supplies. Then, we can give Cinnamon a nice, relaxing bath!"

"Why wouldn't you get the supplies? I thought you knew more about dogs than I do?"

"While that is true, I thought you'd want to pick the supplies out, yourself. I can keep Cinnamon company, and you can learn what to get Cinnamon if you ever ran out of supplies for him. Sound good?"

"..... Alright. Just make sure he's safe. I'll need a list, though. You know I can't remember everything, heh."

Dream nodded, and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a sticky note and started scribbling down as many things as he could think of that a dog could possibly need for a bath. He hoped this would keep Ink busy for at least an hour, which gave him plenty of time to interrogate Error. Ink took the note and stuffed it in his pocket.

"Ok then. I'll try to be quick. See ya later, Dream! Bye bye, Cinnamon!"
He petted Error, then made a portal and hopped through. Dream's expression turned from cheerful to serious, and he turned to Error. He carefully approached the dog, and petted him.

"Alright. Ink's gone for awhile, which means we are alone. Now," he said, picking Error up and sitting down on the couch, allowing Error to sit next to him.
"I know it's you, Error."