Ink woke up with a pounding headache. Jesus strike me dead, what the fuck happened? Ink thought, rubbing his eyes.

"Good, you're awake. Water? Anything? Hangovers can be nasty if you drink too much of the stuff Error makes himself." Dust said, Ink noticing him for the first time.

"Yeah, water and a bit of food would be great...thanks, Wait, hangover?" Ink asked rubbing his head, running his fingers through his hair.

"You were pretty wasted last night. Thank god Fresh wasn't at the bar that night." Dust said, mumbling the last part to himself.

"Who? Dust what happened, I can't remember a thing..." Ink asked.

"Fresh is Error's brother, he's a sick fucking parasite who needs to fuck underage kids to stay alive."

"Oh...Oh no..."

"Yeah, And you got pretty drunk so I brought you here, then you wouldn't drink the water I was trying to give you unless I gave you a kiss so I said if you drank all your water I would give you a kiss so you did and I kissed your cheek then you passed out." He explained. Ink sub consounsously touched his cheek, memories flooding back. An embarrassing blush covered his cheeks

"oh"

Dust gave him the food and water, sitting next to the cell door.

"When can I go home? What do you have against my parents?" Ink asked, grabbing the cup.

"I'll uh...explain later."

"That's what you said about 'the visits'." Ink said rolling his eyes.

"Later is code for, I don't want to tell you."

"Lameeee." He groaned, finishing his food.

"Deal with it princess."

"Stop calling me thaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttt."

"I'll do that when you fuck me honey."

"Horny bastard."

"Spoiled prick."

"Spycopathic vermin."

"Whiny bottom."

"I'M NOT A BOTTOM!"

"Wanna prove that?~"

"yeah no."

"You're a bottom."

"AM NOT!"

"Jesus what are you trying to prove?"

"I AM NOT A BOTTOM!"

"Do you even know what a bottom is?"

"Yes."

"Wow, you've been de-innocentized."

"Uh huh. My parents are gonna flip."

"Speaking of parents, yours MIGHT find you soon, if their guards know where to look."

"ARE WE IN THE BAD PART OF TOWN?!"

"The bad bad part of town sweetheart."

"WHAT THE FFFFFFFRICK?"

"You can say fuck."

"I don't want to."

"Just yell it, you'll feel better."

"No!"

"It sometimes relives stress."

"No!"

"come onnnnnn."

"Fine."

"Okay.

Ink inhaled, putting his hands in his face, and leaning back and screaming, "F U C K!"

"See? Any better?" Dust asked.

"Kinda?" 

"Good."

"What can I do to get you to let me go?"

"Horny bastrard response or actual response."

"Actual."

"Nothing really."

"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

"Am I not good enought for you?!" Dust asked, sarcasam clear in his voice.

"Yeah."

"Wow that's harsh. Oh! By the way, I st- took... this from your room, it was on your bed, probably left by like your mom or something." Dust said grabbing a sketchbook and pencil out from his cloak. Ink's face brightened with excitement, he bounced up and down, and reached for the sketchbook, but Dust pulled it away.

"Up bup bup!" Dust said, grabbing a peice of paper out of the same pocket from the notebook. "This was with it, it's quite heartbreaking really, most of the words are illegible because of tears, but it's from your mom." He stated, giving the sketchbook and note to Ink. Ink grabbed the sketchbook and note excitedly, putting the note aside, not wanting to put a damper on his mood.

"You're welcome?" Dust said.

"Thank you!" Ink said quickly, hugging Dust through the bars of his cell.

"I can open the door if you promise not to run, pretty sure it's storming pretty badly so you cant really anyways." Dust said, pushing away from Ink. Ink nodded, hugging his empty sketchbook. Dust opened the door, not 2 seconds later was tackled by his captive, nocking him over. Ink ending up on top of him. Awkward silence.

"Ha! See I'm top!"

"I could so easily flip you right now.~"

"Please no." 

Dust laughed sitting up, and ended up being around 3 inches away from Ink's face. More awkward silence.

"Um.." Ink mumbled getting off of Dust, a faint rainbow blush dusting his cheeks.

"You gonna draw or what?"

"I need the pencil..."

"Oh yeah.." Dust said giving Ink the pencil. Ink started sketching something.

"Want me to go?"

"No I need you as reference."

"Wha?"

"Just stay still and look sideways." Ink said not taking his eyes off the paper.

"Uh okay?" Dust said looking sideways as instructed, hearing a knock at the door.

"Can I go check?"

"Yeah I got your profile."

Dust nodded standing up, going towards the door, opening it, his expresion changing from meh to absolut disgust.

"What the everloving FUCK are you doing here Horror." Dust said.

"It's storming out here, can I come in?"

"FUCK NO!" Dust said, almost slamming to door in Horrors' face. Horror grabbed the door and let himself in.

"Come on baby~"

"Don't fucking call me that you slut."

"Awww what's wrong? Are you still angry?"

"YES? WHY THE HELL WOULDN'T I BE?!"

"That was so long ago.~ Come on, let's have fun~" Horror flirted, pinning Dust to a wall.

"GET YOUR CUM SMOTHERED HANDS OFF ME!" Dust yelled, pushing Horror off.

"Aww you must be really deprived to deny this, baby~."

"Dust what's going on?" Ink asked from the stairway.

"Go back down stairs Ink."

"Who's this Dusty?~" Horror asked walking towards Ink. Dust puled him back pulling a knife from his cloak.

"Touch him and your dead Horror."

"Awww it;s so sweet you remembered I like knife play~"

"Dust?" Ink asked stepping forward.

"Yeah?" Dust responded, putting the knife back.

"Who is that?"

"I'm Horror, Dust was my old toy.~ Thought I'd pay him a visit.~" Horror said. Dust groaned, pushing Horror out the doorway, but he walked back in.

"HORROR GET OUT!" Dust screeched, throwing a knife at him, Horror dodged and backed out, his arms up in defence.

"Just wanted to pay a visit baby~" He flirted, walking away. Dust slammed the door, sliding down it, groaning.

"What did he mean by toy?" Ink asked quietly.

"I'd prefer not to talk about it?" Dust responded, pushing himself up.

"Okay...."

"Let's just say I dont have fond memories of him." Dust said, looking back at the door, almost growling.

"oh."

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