Faking A Smile [Errorink] (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 19 - Taco shells

Two skeletons stood not too far away from each other.

One with hands in their pockets, the other crossing their arms.

"Now, about what we were talking about the other day."

"Call off the deal."

"..What? Why? We made a deal! You can't call it off just like that."

"Yes, I can. And I will."

Getting frustrated with the other's attitude, he took a step closer.

"The deal was, we work together and share the prize. You can't tell me you just changed your mind just like that."

"I never agreed to your offer. Besides, what you're doing is heartless. Have you ever considered how hurt he'd be?"

"I have. I really don't care."

"You're an ignorant asshole." The skeleton said while taking his finger and digging the tree.

"Woah now, what's with the insults? It's very unlikely of you to swear. You feeling okay buddy?"

The other said while reaching to 'check' his temperature only to get his swatted hand away.

"Ouch. Well, could you at least tell me why you want to call off the deal?"

"..He's family. I can't do that to family, it isn't right."

"So? I threw a knife at my brother once."

"What the fu-"

"Hey, you can't go wrong."

"I'd expect anything other than a knife."

"So what you're saying is a pan?"

"To be honest with you, yes. A pan."

The other sighed, leaning on a nearby tree with his arms still crossed.

Now sounding irritated, he spoke once again.
"Fine. The deal is off."

"I'll just do it myself."
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"If I were to call Nightmare a 'son of a bitch', would that also make me a bitch?" Dream asked, mostly to no one.

"Yes Dream. Yes, it would. You are a bitch."

"Huh..." Dream suddenly got on all fours. "Woof."

"Get the *flump* up."

Fresh sipped on his juice in a wine glass while being very proud after censoring Nightmare.

Cross screamed from the kitchen.

Killer being very aware that there were about 5 other people in the room who had something to do with chocolate, yelled, "THE CHOCOLATE IS DONE?"

"YEAHH." Cross yelled back, sounding very pissed off.

"THE FUNNY THING TOO IS THAT I HAD A FUCKING STASH AND THAT SHIT IS GONE TOO."

Fresh gently put his glass of juice down and stared at Cross.

"I can just feel Fresh staring at Cross." Blue said, coming in the room with a taco.

"So, do you just have one with you all the time?"

"The flick? Of course I do. I'm flipping addicted."
Blue stared at the wall and blinked for a bit after being censored.

"Sorry." He chuckled nervously and took a glance at Fresh.

Fresh took his glasses off and stared at Blue.

"...want a taco..?"

"I want a taco!" Horror popped his head up from behind the couch.

"There's some more in the fridge."

"Okay!" Horror ran over to the kitchen. From the room the others were sitting in, they could hear the fridge door being opened.

"HOLY CRAP- THERE'S A WHOLE GANG OF TACOS IN HERE."

Dream's eyes suddenly widened.
"MAKE SURE IT ISN'T POISONED."

"..how is he gonna know if they are or-"

"WHY WOULD THEY BE POISONED!?" The sound of fear being very clear in Horror's voice.

"I use it as a murder weapon." Blue broke the shell and bit on it.

"It really does work. I remember choking on a piece of the shell once." Ink smiled, being happy for taking the honors of being the first one in the two groups to choke on a taco shell.

"I'm proud of you Ink!" Blue smiled.

"Thank you, thank you very much." Ink smiled back.

"You guys have issues that need to be worked out."

"Oh shush, this is very normal..brother."

"Maybe for you."

"Heyy, we should probably do something this week!-"

"As long as Blue isn't making the food."

Blue snapped his head at Cross with the most confused yet sad expression.
((Not literally snap-))

"Have you guys noticed that Horror hasn't come back yet?" Dust learned to the side to try and get a peek at the kitchen.

"Oh no.." Dream slouched down.

"I'M TRYING TO NOT GET KILLED BY A TACO. THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME."

"The ones in the back are a no-no. The ones in the front are okay..I think."

Horror then walked back into the room they were sitting in.

"I'll just not eat them."

"Yeah, they're cold anyways. I gotta make more."

"Microwave?" Killer looked around.

Ink tried to imitate a microwave.

"Error, I'm a microwave." Ink continued to imitating a microwave.

"I can see that." He said while putting a hand on Ink's head.

Ink froze. He looked at Error straight in the eye sockets. He started breathing heavily.

Error looked at Ink, being worried about his sudden actions.

"Nom!" Ink bit Error's hand that was chilling on his head.

Error sighed. "You scared me."

"Goohhd."
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Word count: 829
12/21/2020

Sorry, this is all I could come up with for now.