A little something for you guys with Ink and Killer being dorks:
I adore them so much and yes, they are siblings (technically step-siblings but you don't need to know that) in this garbage so yippee.
1075 words of yummy idiotism.
Now indulge.
The sound of his alarm clock broke him out of his deep sleep. He groaned loudly, he should have gone to bed earlier last night. He picked up his phone and turned off the alarm, the brightness of his screen burned his eyes in the gloomy room. His curtains had stopped much light from entering.
He heard a soft knock on his bedroom door.
"Come in." He said, stretching in bed. His voice sounded hoarse.
The door opened, and the sharp light of the room outside rushed in, making the visitor look like a dark shadow. He was completely aware of who it was though.
"Morning Killer." They said stepping into the room and leaving the door behind them open.
"Mh, morning." Killer hid his face in his pillow, his words sounded muffled but they were able to figure out what he had said.
"Did you stay up late again?" They walked up to their half-asleep sibling.
"Noooo, I'm just tired." Killer turned to his side and looked at them. They simply raised a brow, staring back at him. "Ok fine, I stayed up late." Killer gave in. They let out a disappointed sigh.
"I told you to go to bed early last night, you never listen to me." They grabbed Killer's skull, slightly shaking him.
"You're so meannnn, I just couldn't sleep." He removed their hand on his head, pulling it as a little child would. The other simply outheld their other hand towards the desk, covered in snacks that Killer had stolen in the kitchen. He simply smiled, trying to avoid the wrath of his older sibling.
"Killer." Their voice was very stern, Killer was in big trouble.
"Inkkkk." He pulled on their hand again.
"You little shit get the fuck up." Ink grabbed his cheeks, ready to punch his face in.
"Noooo, school sucks, I don't wanna goooo." He whined and begged but to no avail.
"Isn't Nightmare going to pick you up today?" Ink teased, making Killer jump out of bed.
"Shit, you're right!" He awkwardly ran towards his closet, searching through a bunch of clothing to find something fitting. Ink simply stared in awe, laughing to themself.
"I'll be downstairs." They walked over to the door but were stopped by Killer.
"Are mum and mama home?" Killer asked. "I need their help with choosing an outfit."
"They're both at work, and I'm literally right here?" They said, leaning on the door. The last part of the sentence sounded like they were offended.
"You'd be of no help, I know that you'll give me the worst advice just to piss me off." Killer turned towards Ink, pulling out a middle finger.
"Bitch." Ink sounded even more offended now. Killer grinned, turning back to the closet and shuffling through clothes.
"Wear the necklace he gifted you." Ink crossed his arms, leaning their head to peek into the closet more.
"I will," Killer said as he pulled out a short jacket. "Do you think this will look good with the fancy shirt I own?"
"Black on black? You'll look like an emo." Ink sneered. "You and Nightmare are actually soulmates."
"Ink you bastard just tell me if it will look good." Killer hit Ink on the head with a hanger.
"Yeah, yeah, it will look good, don't worry about it." Killer didn't seem convinced enough. "I'm serious." Ink raised their hands to eye level.
"Thanks, loser." Killer snickered.
"No problem, dimwit." Ink slapped Killer on the back of the head.
"Oh, motherfucker!" Killer hit Ink with a hanger again.
"Ok stop, hangers hurt." Ink shielded themself.
"Getting slapped on the back of the head also hurts." Killer softly kicked Ink's leg.
"Do I look like I care?" Ink said, grabbing Killer's hand that was threatening to hit them.
"Pretend like you do please." Killer playfully punched Ink's chest.
"No, I don't think I will." Ink sneered. "In fact, I'll be even more mean and tell our parents that you're skipping class." Killer stared at them, he didn't expect them to know. He was about to ask how but Ink swiftly cut him off. "Nightmare told Error, Error told me." Killer grunted, there goes his date with Nightmare. "I won't tell on you, you absolute moron." Killer eyes lit up, he was saved by Ink's merciful personality, though he wouldn't call it that. "Just be back by the time your classes end and we're clear ok?" He nodded his head and embraced Ink.
"Thank you, I owe you one." Killer giggled.
"Stop acting like a big baby." Ink hugged him with one arm.
"I'm younger than you, save me some slack."
"By a year Killer, and at your age, I was mature enough to go inside a shop and buy alcohol without having them check for an ID." Ink hit on his head, trying to knock some sense into him.
"Wait, you brought alcohol? Dude, you were only 16!" Killer looked at them judgingly.
"I believe in the fact that American rules shouldn't apply to Europeans."
"Being European is not an excuse, you alcoholic." Ink grimaced at the statement.
"Shut the fuck up."
"Make me."
"I'll punch you."
"I'll fight you."
"I hate you so much."
"You adore me."
"I do not, you're the biggest fucking idiot I have ever met."
"You call Error the worst things imaginable and yet you're dating him." Killer shrugged. "Calling people names is your love language at this point."
"Mine and Error's relationship is none of your business." Ink poked at him.
"Not prying in, just stating facts."
"The fact that I hate that man with my entire being?" Ink scowled.
"Dude, why are you even dating him then?" Killer raised a brow, chuckling to himself.
"Free opening to strike him whenever I want and he won't expect it." Ink smirked. "Also I take pity on such a shallow and egoistic man." Their smirk just got wider.
"Says the guy with a god complex." Killer rolled his eyes, leaning on the closet door.
"Touché." Ink pulled his arms up in defeat. "Also you'll be late if you don't get ready now." Ink pointed at him, reminding him that he was still in his pyjamas and had yet to change his clothes.
"Right, shoo out of my room now, peasant." Killer fanned at Ink with his hand, motioning towards the door.
"As you wish Mr trash prince." Ink pranced out of the room dramatically, making Killer groan in frustration.
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