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Happy birth @ten-years-late-with-fanart !!! I have a gift for you in the form of a not quite finished fic (a drabble? Is this a drabble?) cause OH MY STARS FYM ITS ALREADY THE 28TH???
Without further ado, enjoy this 1459 word long spew of words (and don't you dare think im finished with this. I still got likw another 5k to go but I wanted to get this out on time okay byeeeeeee)
Boring. That's what today was. Granted Error hadn't done much, but still. Lounging around his house for days on end was taxing. But here he found himself on a walk. After much pestering, spam texting, and threatening to take him to Saturday game night with the others, Blue had managed to convince Error to leave his house.
“Just go for a walk, that's all I'm asking for.”
And so here he was, walking down the street of a lesser-visited part of town. It's old, run down, and practically deserted. The only people he's seen so far have been two teens, some guy sitting at an overgrown cemetery, and some idiot on a bike who almost ran him over. Not the best, but better than the park. It was admittedly nice, the cool autumn breeze refreshing, sending leaves drifting down the trees. Okay so maybe Blue had a point. If he was getting sappy over some trees (heh, sap), then maybe he needed to get out more often. But where was he meant to go? Everywhere had too many people, people who got too close or talked too loud, or existed in his presence too much. Inside in the comfort of his own home was much better.
A leaf caused him to slip, managing to balance himself before landing on his ass. "Well, fuck you too nature. I didn't want to be outside anyways..." he grumbled to himself. That was enough outside for one day.
Walking back, he passed that same cemetery again. With that same person sitting there. How long has it been? Surely passed the normal amount of time spent mourning.. Odd, but who was he to judge? You want to spend 30 minutes mourning someone in a rundown graveyard, be his guest.
It was a routine now. Lounge around his house, get bored, go for a walk, pass that cemetery, see that figure there. Every. Single. Day. Sure, it seemed like a cozy spot, albeit a bit depressing. But why? It was driving Error up the wall and he was half tempted to march up there and demand answers from the stranger, but he refused to fall to such reckless urges. Stars, Blue is rubbing off on him.
but maybe just a hello would be fine... No, that's stupid. Whatever, he's done with his walk anyways.
This is stupid. Error thinks as he packs his bag. Blue yarn, different sized knitting needles, a snack, a phone battery, his glasses. Not that he planned on staying long, but best be prepared for anything. Slipping on his shoes, he opened the door to his apartment, grabbed his keys, locked the door, and slipped out into the chilly Autumn air.
Walking down the path, avoiding puddles. Right. It had rained yesterday and all throughout the night. Maybe this wasn't- *no*. He's already over halfway there, it's too late to turn back now. PLus, his curiosity is winning out over his concern. Stars this path really needed to be redone…
Opening the gate to the cemetery with a loud creak, he made his way in. Good, the stranger is here today. With that, he settles down on a mostly dry bench, and gets to work knitting, all the while keeping an eye on the stranger, mustering up the courage to go say hello.
It's him again. At Least Ink thinks it's a him. He hasn't seen another person so close, yet alone inside the graveyard. Like, Ink has seen him walking around, always with that perpetual scowl on his face, but he's always stayed on the path. But now he's here? Why? Ink curiosity got the better of him, and before he knew it, he was making his way over to the bench. What was he even planning on doing? ‘Go say hi? Damnit Ink, you're a ghost, he can't even see you.’ But did he care? Hah, absolutely not. Shoot the guy for being desperate for company, even if said company is completely oblivious to his existence.
Taking a seat, two things happened. One the stranger moved slightly, almost as if shifting away from him. But okay, maybe it's just the perpetual chill of the dead. But the second thing he did freaked him out. He looked at him. Not through him or in his general direction. No, he looked at him, staring him in the eyes with a curious look.
“Do you, uh, need something..?”
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“You can see me?!” Ink yelled in an outburst, shooting up from his seat
“Uh, yes..? Is it that surprising? I mean, if you wanted to hide away from people this is a good spot but you don't exactly blend in…”
“Is it surpri- yes it's surprising! Who are you? Are you also dead? But- but how can you leave your area? Oh my stars, there's so many questions I need to ask you!” He squealed, leaning closer, looming over the stranger
“Can you back up?”
“Oh- yeah yeah yeah, personal space, I get it.” Ink said, practically vibrating with excitement as he took a step back. “So uh, hi, I'm Ink! I'm dead, obviously., and I kinda live here as the resident ghost!
“...wait. Dead? Like six feet under dead?”
“Well, last I checked, yeah. Humans can't see me, can't leave the boundaries of the graveyard, can't interact with anything from outside the fence, normal ghost stuff. I don't know about you, but when leaves from trees outside blow in here, it gets sooo trippy. Because it's, like, right there, but it's not. You get what I'm saying?”
“This has to be some sick joke. You can't be- it's not- just… how?”
“Are you… not a ghost?”
“No, I'm not. I'm completely alive.”
“And you can see me. Have you always been able to see ghosts? Do you know the cause of it? Have you had some near death experience that caused it or were you born with it?”
“No, no, and no idea. Also back up. Again.” The stranger said, scooting back. He should really get this guys name… “Are you sure you understand the concept of personal space? Forget it, oh course you don't. You said I'm the first person you've seen in years? Exactly how long have you been dead?”
“Umm. That's a good question. I don't know how long I've been here. Everything starts blurring together at some point.”
“Do you atleast know how you died?”
“Nope!”
“A name..?”
“Ink. My name is Ink. AtLeast, that's what's on my tombstone. Here, I can show you! Follow me!” Ink said, outstretching a hand.
This was a mess. A ghost. He's talking to a literal ghost. That explains everything. Why he always saw them- Ink- in the cemetery. Ink. The name didn't ring any bells, but then again, he wasn't one to pay any attention to deaths. He didn't even know his neighbors, why should he care about some random person?
A random person that only he can see.
Staring down at the gravestone, the situation hit him like a truck. He's really talking to a ghost.
“Wait, are there no other ghosts here?” He asked, looking around at the other graves. Granted there weren't a lot, some was better than none.
“There used to be one, but he, uh, passed along a while ago. Ghosts don't stay around for forever y'know. Whether its a ghost finally being put to rest, a final task complete, or just their life force giving out, every ghost disappears.”
“So why are you still here?”
“That's a good question. I don't remember. I don't remember a lot of things. I know my name, and that's about it. Oh! Speaking of names, I don't think you ever gave me yours!
“Error. My name is Error.”
“Error, huh? Well it's a pleasure to meet you!” Ink said, outstretching his hand.”
“I don't do touch.”
“Why not?”
“I just don't. Stars, you're an annoying ghost. I'm done here.” He said, packing up his forgotten project
“One, rude. Two, you can't just leave yet!”
“I can and I will. I've got other things to do besides sit here and talk to a ghost.”
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It’s the late night talking and prolly the fact that I’m also sick AND delulu but I’m always talking about how I want this man and this man and I wanna cook and be this cutesy housewife for this man and this man and y’all I suck at so much I can barely take care of myself how am I gonna cook and clean and take care of his babies ??? UGH I just don’t have the skills :( I wanna be Dane’s lil housewife and cook cute meals for him and give him babies but not only is that completely delulu but also stupid and not realistic :(
