Creation Begins with an I, Destruction Begins with an E (Undertale Errink Book)

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"Uh...So..." Cross turned to Nightmare, who cut him off and started to walk away.

"You can go away now, we'll pretend you walked me home or something."

"Yeah, but..."

"What?"

"How are you getting home exactly...? Do you have any money to get a bus or-"

"I'm not getting a bus."

"...You're not going to try and teleport, are you?"

"Yes, and you're not going to stop me."

"Listen, uh... that's not a good idea. I think. Yeah, just..." Cross didn't know what to say. Mentally cursing Dream, he just shrugged at the taller skeleton.

"Your phone is ringing." Nightmare said boredly. 

"Oh... Yeah, it is." Cross answered it.

**

Ink's eyes opened slowly. The first thing he noticed was that he was not in his own bed and he quickly remembered what had happened last night. He turned over, but Error wasn't there. A note took his place. 

I had to get up for work, but you looked so peaceful and cute... I didn't want to disturb you. Text me later. Oh, and your phone was ringing at around 7:30 ish. At least I think it did, it wasn't mine.

-Error

"I'm not cute." Ink muttered, blushing. "And my phone..?" He picked up his phone from... the floor. He had no idea why it was there, but it was.

2 missed calls:

Alpha (2)

Ink swore under his breath.

What did he want now?

**

"So you're saying I need to do it by tomorrow?" Ink asked.

"Yes. It's not a big ask."

"I know. I'll get it done."

"You'd better."

The line went dead and Ink immediately called someone else.

"Cross?I need to ask you something. Well no, I need to do something."

"Uh... Do I need to be with you while you do this thing?"

"Yeah."

"Um, not right now. Dream's dumped something on me."

"Dream's going to have to wait. Meet me at the tattoo studio in like twenty minutes."

"Wha- no, Ink, I'm nowhere near the- INK I'M CURRENTLY OUTSIDE THE H-"  But Ink was cut off by a beep that signified Ink hanging up on him.

**

"Error."

The dark skeleton jumped, dropping the stack of papers in his hands. He turned to see who'd said his name. "Four, what are you doing here?" He hissed as he tried to gather the papers together on the floor.

"We need to talk. You should have finished here twenty minutes ago." Four said, looking around the corridor they were in. 

"Yeah, I don't want to be here either, but I also can't afford to loose this job right now." 

"You can't afford to make the mistakes you've been making, that's what you can't afford." Four stated almost boredly. 

"...What mistakes?"