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

Mr Monochrome and his Misplaced Brother

"...This makes literally no sense."

"Because you're not paying attention, Error!" Four sighed exasperatedly.

"I am!"

Four put his face in his hands for a few moments, taking a sharp breath before looking back up at Error. "And the King thinks you're the smart one...Listen. I'm telling you that there's-"

"You're speaking in literal riddles!" Error yelled, clearly as frustrated (if not more) as Four.

Four narrowed his eyes. "Have you had a drink tonight?"

"I guess?"

"...How much?"

"...Four beers?"

"Lightweight," Four huffed. Just as Error went to protest at being called a lightweight, Four spoke louder to drown him out, "Well in that case, you're not going to understand unless I say it straight: There's a Goddess that would probably help you find the kid."

"Okay, first of all, I am not a lightweight-" Error hissed.

"Error, I'm literally not even talking about your alcohol tolerance anymore."

"...Oh."

Four groaned. "Did you even listen to the last thing I said?"

"Yep, you said there was some sort of Goddess thingy." Error put his face down on the table in front of them. Four stared at him. It took Error a full five seconds to look back up confusedly, "Wait a second..."

"You haven't just had four beers, have you?"

"...Well, I happened to have some vodka from my last date with Ink, so I kind of went into the kitchen and downed some of it just before I left? I just thought it would help with the pain, and-"

"That's what painkillers are for." Four stood up, grabbing a bottle from the counter in the kitchen they were in. He also grabbed two whiskey glasses from a cupboard and then left the room, gesturing for Error to follow him. He did, and Error was led into an unfamiliar room.

"...I've never been this far inside your house." 

"Well, there hasn't been a reason for you to have been any further than my kitchen."

"Ah yes, I have fond memories of that room," Error snickered, "Like the time you threw a kitchen knife at my head and narrowly missed."

Four rolled his eyes and set the two glasses down on a small table, pouring a small amount of the alcohol into each. He gave one to Error and then pointed at the only sofa in the room. "Sit down." Error did as he was told, but didn't drink any of the whiskey, unlike Four, who drained his glass before he even sat down. "And drink that."

"This feels weird," Error muttered, "I've never so much as sat down and had a civilised conversation with you, let alone drunk extremely expensive-looking whiskey with you."

"Well, count yourself lucky. I'm quite notorious for getting other people extremely drunk."

Error downed half of the glass and shuddered. "I see how."

"Lightweight." Four smirked, looking Error in the eyes. Error suddenly drained his glass and slammed the glass down on the table next to him. 

"I'm not!"

"Jeez, no need to get so defensive..." Four chuckled, reaching forward and pouring Error another shot.

There was maybe a minute of silence where Four slumped down on the sofa, closing his eyes and setting the glass down on the floor. Error slowly sipped his drink, despite knowing that downing it would be quicker and maybe easier.