Error x ink

Error looked down at the chocolate cake Ink and fresh had made for him. In all honesty, it looked like absolute shit.
Error wasn't ever going to eat it, the cake had eggshells over the top and different types of sweets melted into the icing.
"Come on error! I made it just for you~" Ink bribed, waving a slice of cake around on a plate, the greasy desert sliding around and almost falling off if it wasn't for ink's fast reflexes to catch it back on its plate.
"......no, never in my existence will I ever eat that."
"bro, cum' on! It took hours, not to mention the terrific icy icing we digitally darn made for ya'!"
"yeah!" ink agreed.

"if it's so good then why don't you eat it?" he said, looking at fresh, who put his hands up in protest.
"fine! I will, and with every bite, I will personally describe the pure amount of deliciousness going on inside my mouth." Ink stated, squishing the cake by the side and raising to his mouth.

"oh Inky..please don't-"
"No! If you're not going to eat it then I will!"

~Time skip~

Error gently rubbed Ink's back, humming ink's favourite tune. "oh my God...error what did you put in the dinner-" ink stopped talk and grabbed the sides of the toilet, throwing up in it.

Short, I know but I'm going through some things.
Happy Birthday to my small little glitch bitch.