-Chapter Start-

Ink really just wanted to lay his head down and sleep the next few years away like many other Sans's try to do after a reset.

He had been able to save the child of UnderFell and stop the virus form taking over the whole AU, all that was left was for Frisk to reset and then everything would be back to normal. But that didn't stop the image of all the dust, of Monster's screaming out in fresh lingo, of their SOUL's being squeezed of every last drop, of being able to do nothing more as he erased the virus from the coding.

Ink knew if he actual fell asleep for those years, they would be filled with nothing but memories and nightmares of what he has seen and can not be unseen.

After UnderFell 23, it was a race against the clock to get to the rest of the infected AU's that were all over the place. Ink's body screamed to stop and just lay down, but he couldn't. He had to save the rest. Ink refused to let the rest of them, no matter hoe many of them there are, be corrupted now that he is catching up to them before the fall apart into nothingness.

'I really hope that this ends soon.' Ink sighed, tired arms lifting up his paint brush to make another portal. 'I actually have someone to get home to now unlike that fresh parasite.'

-InkTale with Error and Fresh-

Error giggled as he put on the colorful hat and glasses.

Fresh, after some time, decided it was time to eat. Throwing away the food Ink had made for some reason he wouldn't explain to him, Fresh went about the small homey kitchen to make some food for the both of them.

After some time watching Fresh pick some random ingredients to put together, Error slipped out of the kitchen and back into the living room. He stepped over all the papers laying about when Fresh's hat and glasses caught his socket. Quickly moving over, Error picked them up and held the hat up to his face.

'What is this...?' Error frowned in thought. 'It's supposed to go on your head...Right?' Rubbing the thing with his fingers, Error decided it was harmless. With a shrug, Error flopped the hat on his already hood covered skull. After that was done Error turned his attention to the now blank glasses. He flipped them every which way, trying to find the bright lettering that was always changing. 'Maybe the have to be on to work?' Error gave a giggle as she shoved the on. Now maybe he would be as colorful as Fresh was!

"Hey Broski! Foods done-" Fresh stopped mid-sentence as he walked out into the living room and saw what Error had done. His SOUL doing a flip and his face started to feel a bit warm. There Error stood, his hat on sideways on top of Error's hood, it seems like Error didn't put his hood down first, and his glasses on upside down and starting to fall off his face. "Well, an't you lookin' fresh my fine bro-tato chip!"

Error laughed as Fresh walked over and tilted the hat so it wasn't falling over. "DiD i dO iT RIgHT?"

"Eh, close enough broski." Fresh would sooner crush someone's SOUL then tell Error that he is completely wrong, this sight was way too cute! "Why don' ya come with me to the table. I made us some fine sandwiches!"

Error just blinked in confusion while Fresh roped a arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close to his side, leading him to the kitchen table. "WhAT ArE saNDWiCHes? iS iT liKE WaTEr?"

"No. No they are not." Fresh could feel his smile slipping. He knew he would have to ask Error for more detail on what has happened to him in the past. All he could was grip the smaller darker skeleton a bit tighter. "...Do ya want some water with it?"

"YeS! i LikE WaTER." Error immediately answered, hand coming up to clinch at the multicolored jacket. "IT iS oNE oF tHE firSt ThINGs i tAstED! TAsTinG soNEthING is WHEn yOU pUT It oN YOuR tonGUe, nOT on YOuR fAcE." Error stated factually, and quite proudly to, like it has been said to him many times before. Like when you teach a child to say please and thank you and they state that fact for the first time to someone else.

Fresh just blinked at that fact, briefly wondering what had happened to him for him to actually have that told to him. 'It's not like he never ate before...right?' Suddenly a horrible thought struck him. 'Ink actually didn't starve him did he!?' Sure Ink was always a monster wearing a pretty mask, but he never thought he was into torture.

And the thought of Error crying alone, hungry, and broken made his SOUL shake and twist in a familiar burn that he has felt many times, but never for this reason or at this level. The faster he got some facts from Error the better. He need to know where to point his blasters, and how much F U N he is going to have with Ink where everything is said and done.

"That's right bruh! Your learnin' a lot arn't ya?" Fresh praised. "Now, time to taste my totally rad-tastic sandwiches!"

-With Ink-

"Please...No more..." Ink sobbed out, his tired body shaking from stress and the lack of energy. "How many AU's did Fresh get too?! And without my notice! Never mind the fact that this is the first time he has done something like this!"

The coding was blurring in his vision, making it harder for Ink to get to the virus and erase it. But he didn't let that stop him, he would only stop when his SOUL is gone and his body is dust. But to keep himself focused and awake, he has taken to talking to himself. And to be honest it was hard being positive in this situation.

"Did he get bored of his usual ways?!" Ink growled out, trying hard not to break apart the coding in his anger. He quickly wiped any tears from his eyes so he could see better. "Decided to change things up? I bet he is waiting at the last AU with that fake and twisted grin on his face! And then taunt me on how many lives I didn't save!"

Ink sighed harshly to himself, straining to focus on his task and not his anger. "I bet he is doing something twisted and evil right now, ready to brag about it to get me riled up!"

-With Fresh and Error-

"Ah, bro?" Fresh chuckled from his seat at the table, right by Error's, his sandwich not touched yet. "You'r supposed to pick it up and chew it."

To be honest, Fresh did not know what he was expecting when he gave Error the simple baloney sandwich. Maybe poke it, which he did, and take it apart, which Error didn't hesitate to do. But he for sure did not see Error licking it and playing with it, like putting the slice of baloney on his face and leaving it there for some reason. It makes him wonder what Ink was teaching him in the first place if Error couldn't eat right.

Error had no idea what was on his plate. Ink had given him things called 'soup' and 'broth'. They were like water only they tasted and smelt different. So when Fresh put this so called 'sandwich' in front of him, Error decided to treat it like the soup Ink gave him, only it didn't really work out how he wanted to...

It smelt weird to him, and it for sure didn't feel like anything he has had before. Taking it apart, Error started to have doubt that it was edible. He had never seen anything like this. 'Maybe it is like that Ink put on his face before after he hit his head on the floor? He said it was food, but it can also be used when cold...' So without hesitation Error grabbed the cold meat and slapped it on his face, making the glasses fall of his face.

Error only tilted his head and blinked at Fresh's words. "HoW?" Error questioned in confusion. He knew how to chew of course. One time he had gotten really bored in the white room and let the Voices talk him into chewing on his arm until it broke off. But he stopped before that happened as he didn't like the way it felt after a hour or two. In fact, he thinks he still has the bite marks and chips on his upper arm from it. He would have to check that sometime.

No, what made him curious is that he had to pick it up. Ink had told him not to pick up the bowl and drink from it, it was rude somehow? Whatever rude meant anyway. Error decided not to question Ink on it, even if he thought bowls were just bigger cups so why shouldn't he drink from it. Is this another complicated and weird rule?

Fresh chuckled, softly taking off the piece of meat on the darker ones face. After putting the sandwich back together, and getting the glasses off the floor, Fresh lifted his to show how he should lift his own. "Like this! Go on my dawg, I bet ya you can do it on you'r first time!"

Error's chest puffed out at the encouragement, determined to show the other that he could do it perfectly.

So he lifted it up with both hands, lifting it up to his mouth, only for the baloney to fall out the other end with a splat.

'Shit.' Fresh thought to himself blankly, only to jolt when he looked up to see a dangerous pout and puppy dog eyes watering on Error's face. 'Oh shit!' His SOUL trembled and he started to hyperventilate as a new feeling set in. 'WHAT DO I DO!?'

Not paying any attention to the now panicking Fresh, Error pouted deeper as he tried to push back his tears. He really wanted to do it right, but now the middle part was on the floor. And Ink had told him on the first day not to eat anything off the floor after Error tried to lick up some water he split on the floor. Something about it not being good anymore?

'I still don't get it.'Error started to nibble on the bread, making sure it would not fall like the meat did. The fluffy texture made Error's eyes light up.

Fresh was just about to offer his own food as so Error had something to eat, and to make his SOUL to stop feeling so off, only to watch as Error lit up after just taking a nibble of the bread. Fresh gave a sigh as he felt his body relax, only to internally scream when Error shoved the whole two slices of bread into his mouth!

"ARKCH-" Error started to chock out, crumbs flying as he tried to chew the food in his mouth. Fresh shot up and started to pat/slap Error's back while also shoving the glass of water in his mouth as well.

' !'

-Fifteen minutes later-

Needless to say after that little fiasco, Fresh kept a close eye on Error as he nibbled on some pieces of bread that Fresh had broken apart into little pieces so he wouldn't choke.

"So, can I ask ya some questions bruh?" Fresh asked. Error looked up with a blink, crumbs all around his face and a piece of bread in his hands. He gave a smile and nod. "SuRE!"

"Can ya tell me more about the white room?"

Error froze mid-bite. Memories of the endless white, running but never escaping the screaming, the Voices mocking him, the pain and whispers that never end.

How he screamed for help.

.

"-ro? Yo, dude you hear me?"

Error jolted as he came to, hands on each shoulder lightly shaking him. Multicolored eyes shot up to meet concerned eyes. "i...yEs. I cAn hEaR yOU noW."

Fresh sighed silently, slowly sitting down and sliding his hands down until they reached the black skeletons elbows. "Was it that bad there?" But Fresh knew the answer by just watching Error get lost in what was obviously a flashback. How he froze and sockets widen in horror and pain.

"tHE WhiTE rOoM WaS nOthInG bUT wHITE. No MATtEr hOW fAR i RaN IT nEVER EnDEd." Error began, twitching but not stopping as he tried his best to explain it all in a matter-in-fact tone. "ThERe wAS onlY mE ANd thE vOICeS. ThE VOICes WeRE nEVer AlL tOo NIce..."

'Your nothing but a little glitch.'

'You should have just died! Why don't you just become dust?!'

'Worthless.'

'You can't so anything right!'

Fresh was able to read in between the words, and he wasn't liking what he wasn't hearing so far let alone what he was hearing. "Whut about before the white room?"

Error couldn't help but look confused. "ThERE wAs nO BEforE. OnlY tHE wHItE AnD vOICes."

"Ya were always there?" Fresh asked dumbfounded. 'Ink just made a torture room and left you there!? For what?! Shits and giggles?'

"YEp." Error gave a nod, making the hat on him slip off. None went to pick it off the floor. "BuT onE dAY i GoT oUT! A pORTal oPEneD uP aND I lEfT. ThAt sAmE daY i mEt YOU aND iNK!"

'So Ink decided to play hero to get your trust after hurting you for I don't know how many years. Then went on to play teacher, teaching what you deem important. Man Ink, you really do like playing God don't you?' Fresh could feel his anger building up, but he pushed it down for once. Now was not the time. "Whut things did these un-radical voices tell ya?" Fresh asked suspiciously.

"i'M wOrThlEss. i Don'T dESeRvE To LiVE." Error repeated without a thought, not noticing how Fresh's face darkened or how some of his purple magic started to come out of his sockets as he tried to hold back his anger. "I CAn'T dO anyTHinG RiGht. i AM nOthINg bUT a GLiTCH. I-"

" ."

Error immediately stopped, just looking up at Fresh not realizing anything wrong with what he has told him. Not even flinching at Fresh's bruising grip on his arms.

Fresh ringed in his magic before he did something like destroy Ink's house, and giving himself away. After a few minutes, Fresh was able to relax his grip on the other. Fresh thought that was enough questions for now. If he heard anything else about how much Ink did to this Monster, he may not be able to hold himself back.

'How are you able to make me feel such things? To be able to feel anger for you? Be able to make me ring in my anger and make me want whats best for you, not me?'

Fresh wanted answers for these questions circling his skull, but for now he had a sleepover to get to.

"Why don' we finish and play some totally awesome games!" Fresh grinned tightly down at the other. "It'll be tubular!"

Error's eyes sparkled in delight at the prospect of playing some games. "oKaY!"

-A Few Hours Later-

After a ton of games, a skeleTON of games that Fresh tried to teach and play with Error. Fresh had seen children play them in other AU's. Monster and humans alike as he watched them trying to feel like they feel.

The first they played was hide and seek. The first time Error just hid in his hood not moving from his spot. After explaining some more-and having a nice laugh about it-Error then hid under some blankets on the couch. Then when it was his turn to hint for Fresh, who was hiding behind the couch, Error went looking for him in some impossible places. Like inside the small cabinets, pots and pans, under the table, and even looked in his own jacket and shoes to see if he was there.

Error took it very seriously and very literally when Fresh told him that they can hide anywhere inside the house. Because as Error excitedly explained to a bewildered Fresh, who asked why he even thought he was hiding in his shoes of all things, that anywhere is everywhere and somewhere. And his shoes are somewhere which means they are anywhere. So that means Fresh could be in them!

Fresh had never been so confused in his life about that screwed logic, and how Error even came to that conclusion, but decided to shrug and not question it. And not just because he thought Error was super adorable calling for Fresh while shaking his empty shoes, trying to 'Shake Fresh out of hiding!' as he called it.

After that was Error's turn to choose what they should do before bed. Error, without even stopping to think about it, chose coloring and drawling.

Every time Error picked a new colored crayon, he would show it to Fresh and tell him what color it was, and then if he knew one would tell him a example of a item that was the same color. Fresh would help him out if he got stuck, which happened a lot, much to Error's pouting. But Fresh could see him hiding a smile behind it.

Fresh drew UnderFresh's most radical sky, which just looked like a swirl of bright colors and some white flecks flying about. When he gave to Error on a whim, Error talked him with a hug. Fresh felt warm and hot making him dizzy, tingles shooting up his spine making him sit up straighter. Fresh decided right there that he would do anything for Error's hugs.

But when Error gave Fresh his picture to keep, a colorful stick figure holding hands with a black one and a bunch of colors scribbled on in the background, as Error explained that he didn't want them in the white room. Fresh's SOUL skipped a beat or two and his face turned as purple as a grape to Error's confusion and delight.

After a while Fresh noticed Error's sockets drooping. Telling Error to go change into his pj's, Fresh started to clean everything up.

Fresh could hear padded feet scamper closer as he bend over to pick up the last of the crayons. "FrESh aRe YOu dONE?"

"Yeah, almost-" Fresh dropped the crayons in his hands when he turned his head to look over at Error. His jaw dropped, a bright blush over took his face and his shades showed exclamation marks. It felt like someone smacked him stupid at the sight before him.

Error now wore a dark colored cat footed pajama. The colors matching the colors of his usual jacket that he was wearing before. The ears on top flopped about as Error shifted, a fabric tale swishing behind him as he waited. Fresh slowly stood, shaking slightly. Why? He had no idea. But yet he didn't mind.

"I-I'm done." Error gave a bright smile, eyes twinkling as he ran up to Fresh and started to tug him to his room. "Where did ya get those clothes bruh?"

Error looked back at him with a grin as they stopped at a door. "InK mADe tHEm fOR mE! HE AsKEd whAT anImaL i LikED bESt. AfTEr lOokIng iN a BoOK wItH sOME pREttY pICtUREs, I PoINTEd To ONe. HE tOLd mE iT wAS a KItTy."

'Ink, for the first time in my life I want to seriously thank you fro creating something.' Fresh blankly thought before letting himself be dragged into the room. 'But I also want to stab you and let you bleed out for being able to see Error like this.' "You'r a kitty alright..."

"thIS iS My RoOM!" Fresh looked at the basic room. Bed, lamp, a dresser, and a fluffy rug under the bed. The only thing that stood out was all the pictures hanging on the walls. Scribbles and drawings littered on every inch of the walls.

Fresh shrugged out of his jacket and took off his shoes and socks. Putting his hat and shades down on the nightstand, Fresh turned to Error with a grin. "Ya know...It would be the bomb diggity if we shared the bed."

Error just accepted, not seeing anything wrong with it. Ink said that he was supposed to sleep on the bed anyway, not on the floor like he tried to do on his first night in the house. So of course Fresh should share the bed with him, your not supposed to sleep on the floor after all.

Soon both were tucked under the covers, Error curled up slightly as they both were facing each other. Error gave a tired grin, and muttered with a yawn. "yOU hAvE REaLLy pREttY eYEs...i WiSH i hAd a HEaRT iN mY EyE..."

Fresh felt his SOUL constrict. No one had ever complemented his eyes. They always just screamed in terror, as the heart in his eye reminds them that he will take another and corrupt it to his desire. Fresh watched Error's sockets flutter close, his breathing starting to even out. "GoOD nIGhT..."

"Night..." Fresh could only stare in awe as the moonlight draped over Error, who's back was to the window a few feet away. The light softly making him glow as he finally fell into sleep. Fresh gently caressed the smaller one's cheek, not looking away from his peaceful face.

After today, Fresh has learnt a lot today even if he really didn't get the why part. But he also got more questions then answers.

He learned that Ink was way worse then he thought for ding what he did to Error, and he never thought he could hate him anymore then he did before. He doesn't care about the other AU's, but Error is different. Error made his SOUL jump and give a soft warmth. Fresh could only grin when he realized what that meant.

He learned that Error made him happy. Honest to god happy! He has never felt such light and airy feelings stirring in his SOUL. The way it fluttered and skipped when he was able to make Error laugh and smile, it made him feel like he was on top of the world!

But when Error showed sadness or pain, Fresh felt it to for some reason. He wanted to destroy or get rid of anything that made Error so upset. Fresh wanted to keep what made him happy, happy. It felt like they were connected in some way.

'But most of all I want Error to be happy with me.' Fresh realized. A possessive grin grew on his face, his hand sliding down a bit to cup Error's cheek, his thumb still gently rubbing the others cheek. 'I found my happiness!'

My.

M I N E

Fresh loved the sound of that.

-End Chapter-

My longest chapter I have ever made for this story!

Ink is almost at his limit, and ready to just snap at any moment, especially if he sees Fresh.

Error misunderstanding Ink's teaching is like a running joke for me, that or him just not getting it or understanding said rules and teachings. Ink really needs to explain things in better detail for him or else he just won't get it. Too late for that now though! If only Ink knew that Fresh would be in the same bed as him, then he would have phrased a lot of things differently.

Fresh is also misunderstanding and jumping to conclusions. As Ink is the creator, he thinks Ink had created Error and just left him to rot. With the information he has and knows, this is the most logical conclusion. And it also helps that he hates Ink with a passion. He also realized that Error is the one making him feel joy, and that makes him possessive as he is the only person that has. It's the start of this twisted relationship.

I feel better now that this chapter is not rushed and how I wanted it.