TW: sad feelings and thrown together world building
The front door was thrown open and Reaper got off the couch in anticipation.
"Any luck? I've been calling him with the Ink-soda and Ink-water junk you have but- " Reaper stoped short as Error threw himself onto the couch. He was face down in a grey pillow and his shoulders were shaking.
"It-t's bee-en t-three week-ks Reap-per. H-he alwa-ays che-ecks i-in wi-ith some-eone aft-ter two-o." Error sat up, clutching the pillow to his chest. "W-whe-ere is h-he?" Reaper sighed.
"Look, I'll go see how the rest of the Stars are fairing. Maybe they've found a lead? Everyone is scouring the Multiverse Error, we'll find him." With that final sentence, Reaper summoned his scythe and created a portal he hopped through.
Error sat on his couch and started to quietly sob. Why do I even care about that idiot? Error got up and stumbled to the kitchen. He opened one of the cabinets and grabbed a chocolate bar. He sat on the floor and-
"And... done!" Ink finished tying the blindfold with a flourish.
"Okay, n-now wh-hat squ-uid?" The destroyer stuttered out. He felt Ink grab the edge of his coat sleeve and pull him closer. Error glitched a bit before settling down. Ink waved Broomie and they sunk into a puddle of ink.
The two were spat back out in the anti-void, with a very special surprise waiting.
"Alright, get ready! I'm going to take the blind fold off, 'Kay? Oh man, you're going to love this!" Error rolled his eyes, not that Ink could see them, and reached up to untie the blindfold. His hands were swatted away by Ink, "I said I'd untie it! Hold still!"
The blindfold fell away, and Error had to do a double take. Before him, in the middle of the anti-void, lay a house. A small, baby blue house.
"So... do you like it?" Ink grimes, stretching the 'so' out for longer than he should have.
Error smiled, "I-it's perfe-ect. How d-did yo-ou know?"
"Know what?"
"M-my dream house. I've a-always wante-ed a house l-like this."
"Oh! I just... maybe had Dream peak into your dreams. Just a bit. Only for this, I swear! I just really wanted to get you a house you'd like, I mean, you can't just live in a collection of beanbag chairs forever, right? I figured you'd want some place to put your chocolate and-"
"Ink," Error stopped Ink, who had been quickly descending into a tangent, "Thank you. D-don't go snoop-ping in my dre-eams again, bu-ut thanks. No-ow, care t-to sh-how me a-around?"
Error threw the chocolate bar at his feet. He drew his knees closer to his chest and put a hand over his mouth. Sobs wracked his body. He put his head between his knees and cried. He missed Ink. He shouldn't, he should be looking for him solely out of his obligation to keep the balance intact, but he did. He missed the creator.