Ink sat up in a daze, his head pounding rather painfully. He was laying in an unknown bedroom, the blue and black sheets draped over him. The design reminded him of someone he knew, but he couldn't focus with that stupid headache of his.

"Ink," A voice said next to him, "Are you doing alright?"

Ink turned to see Error shuffling over to his bed from the doorway, holding a cup of water and a pill, a concerned look spread across his features.

"My head hurts..." Ink grumbled, rubbing the back of his skull as he slowly sat up, "Why does my head hurt?"

"Blue's brother drugged the brownies," Error explained, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding out the items in his hands, "You and some others got high."

"So you're trying to drug me again?" Ink grumbled.

"No!" Error said, "This is for your headache, I promise. If you want I can go grab the bottle and you can compare it to the others in there. I wouldn't try to drug you, that guy already did."

"...Fine..."

Ink eyed the water and pills for a bit before finally grabbing them, his fingers brushing against Error's hands as he did so. He usually wouldn't trust Error in normal circumstances, but this situation obviously wasn't normal. Waking up in his ex's house after accidentally getting high wasn't a normal situation he participated in every Friday night.

But the worst part was he didn't remember any of the autumn party.

Well, in his opinion, anyway.

"Thanks..." Ink grumbled reluctantly, quickly downing the pill before drinking the rest of the fresh, cold water.

"Do you want to know what happened at the party?" Error asked, pulling out his phone, "I got a few recordings in here and there."

"Do I want to see?" Ink asked.

"Yes, yes you do," Error grinned.

He clicked a few buttons before handing Ink the phone. Ink pressed play on the video, unaware that when Error had given him his phone, he had scooted next to him and their sides were lightly brushing each other.

The first video was of Ink and the tolit, him hugging it and screaming rathee loudly. It was only a minute long, but Ink felt pretty embarrassed after that single video.

And that was only video one.

"Oh no!" Ink laughed nervously, "I got really high!"

"Oh, yeah, it gets more interesting," Error said, clicking on the next video.

The next video was Ink laying down on the floor, Alphys standing next to him. He was throwing up pencils, them hitting his skull and bouncing off at multiple angles.

"I-Ink, p-please stop!" Alphys said, kneeling down to take the pencils from the manager.

Ink shook his head, throwing a pencil at her.

"Pen army, attack!" Ink yelled, pointing at Alphys.

"Those a-are pen-" Alphys tried to say, but was interrupted by Ink randomly yelling unintelligible noises.

"You are under arrest!" Ink yelled before rolling over, hitting his head into the dark blue carpet, "For I am an Ompa Lompa!"

And the video ended there.

"Why did you have to record me?" Ink muttered, blushing from embarrassment.

"Because you should be informed of what you did," Error laughed, "There's more videos."

Before Ink could answer, his phone rang, him slipping his hand into his pocket to grasp it. He had nine unread messages and four voicemails, all from the same person.

Ink, where are you?

Ink, hello!

Ink, you have to pick up P.J!

Ink, are you ok?

You seriously need to come, it's 11 at night and I'm worried about you!

Where the heck are you?

Answer your phone!

Are you ok?

Did something happen?

"Crap!" Ink yelled, throwing the blankets off of him and stumbling out of bed.

"What's wrong?" Error asked him.

"I was supposed to pick up something really important last night!" Ink yelled, bolting into the hall and slamming into a wall.

He didn't pay attention to the pain in his bones as he practically flew down the stairs, stumbling down the last few and face planting at the bottom.

"Ink, wait!" Error yelled, chasing after him.

"No time!" Ink yelled, slamming open his front door and running outside, "WHERE'S MY CAR?"

"I couldn't drive two cars at once!" Erroe said, "Calm down!"

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? YOU CALM DOWN! I HAVE TO GO GET IT NOW! GIVE ME YOUR KEYS!" Ink yelled, shaking Error violently.

"Ok!" Error said, grabbing Ink to stop him, "But I'm coming with you! I need my car!"

"I don't care! I have to go now!" Ink yelled, grabbing the keys Error was holding out and ran towards the car.

~~~~~~

"Here ya go, nerd."

"Heh, thanks."

Fell was standing next to the bed, leaning over with Sci's glasses in his hands. He gently set them against Sci's skull, applying two new pieces of tape to keep them up. Sci smiled at him a he did so, blushing slightly.

Sci's phone blasted the Doctor Who theme song, which was his ringtone.

"Really nerd, you watch Doctor Who?" Fell asked, "Not even I watch that show with a Tardis!"

"How do you know what that show is?" Sci asked, "Much less a Tardis!"

"Shut up!" Fell said, looking away as Sci answered his phone.

"H-"

"SCI!" Dream screeched from the phone.

"Dear god!" Sci yelped, jumping from the sudden loud noise.

"Sci!" Dream yelled again, "Do you know where Ink is?"

"No," Sci said, confusion spreading across his face, "Why?"

"I have a big problem I need his help with!" Dream said, "Wait, you helped out Ink when he was pregnant, right?"

"Um... Yeah, why?" Sci asked.

"I need you to come alone over to my house right now!"

"But w-"

"Just come!"

And he hung up.

"So, it looks like I'm going to Dream's house now..." Sci said, staring down at his phone.

"Want me to drive you?" Fell asked.

"Someone has to watch Scirus," Sci said, "Just take care of him for a little while, I think Dream is having a crises."

"Sure thing, King of the Office Chairs."

"Please stop calling me that."

~~~~~~

"Where is *huff* he?" Ink asked, huffing as he threw open the shop door.

"He's over here," PurpleFluffball said, gesturing to the little crib in the corner of the room.

Ink rushed over, a breath of relief escaping from him as he glanced down at his child.

P.J was cuddling with a stuffed animal, looking as if he was going to cry. However, when he spotted his parent, he blinked away the tears and giggled, waving around his arms for Ink to pick him up.

"Oh, P.J, I'm so sorry!" Ink said, picking up the young monster and kissing his forehead.

"When he figured out you weren't coming, he cried himself to sleep. I couldn't do anything, you weren't at home and your work was all closed up. I had to stay the night here since I don't have this stuff at home," She said, "What happened to you? Weren't you at your Autumn party?"

"Someone put some sort of drug into the brownies," Ink explained as P.J poked his chin, "And I ate one, Error had to take me to his house."

His artistic friend giggled before yawning, before she stopped, stating, "Wait, isn't he your ex?"

"Yeah," Ink said, smiling down at P.J.

"Amd he's the one outside?"

Then Ink froze, realizing what mistake he had just done.

Error was outside.

Outside of the building.

Outside of the building with his child, who looks a lot like him, inside.

Little P.J was just a door away from his other parent Ink didn't want in his life.

"Oh no!" Ink said.

He was too distracted by the well being of his child to even realize what a big mistake he had just made. How was he going to get P.J home if Error was the one driving? There was no way he could hide the baby, he would make noise, and Ink didn't want to risk hurting P.J. That's the whole reason he was hiding his child from his ex, to keep him safe!

"Here," Ink said, quickly kissing P.J's head and handing him back to PurpleFluffball, "Can you take him just for another half an hour? I'll get my car from work. I'm so sorry, but I have to ask you for this favor."

"It's fine," She yawned, taking back P.J.

The little skeleton whined out in disagreement, waving his arms towards his Father, obviously wanting him.

You see, Monster and Demon children were different than normal human children. Since human children are built off of the physical body, not the soul, they build connections to their parents through childhood by living with them. But, because Monsters and Demons are born through soul method, they instantly share a large bond with their parents. Thus, when children are kept away from their parents too long, they feel alone, even if they're with some other adult they know quiet well. The same goes for the parents, when their child is in danger, they are more protective and wild than normal human parents. Error probably feels something empty in his soul from not being around his child, the same for P.J. And since P.J only was near one for some of the day, that made him feel more, 'incomplete' in life. Of course, Ink felt bad for doing that to his child, but he had to.

He just couldn't trust Error after what had happened.

~~~~~~

"You're such a nice women, Mrs. Verse."

"Thank you, Horror."

Horror was sitting with Lust next to his Mothers bed, all three of them talking as they drank tea. Horror was getting to know her, and he was really enjoying her company, and the same for her too.

"So, are you two ever going to date?" She asked Horror suddenly.

"Mom!" Lust said.

"Actually, I'm dating someone, and I only see Lust as a friend," Horror said.

"You sure about that?" Lust asked.

He then pulled out his cellular device and pulled up the video, quickly playing it. The two other skeletons in the room stared at the screen as the video continued, showing Horror's confession.

Horror blushed and covered his mouth while Lust's Mom wiggled her eyebrows at him, smiling wildly. After a minute the video ended, leaving the three sitting in silence.

"...I-I said that..." Horror said in disbelief, looking down at his lap.

"Yes, yes you did," Lust said, turning off his phone, "So, you sure about that statement earlier?"

"Guh..." Horror gulped, rubbing his shoulder, "I didn't expect to confess that so soon..."

"So it's true then?"

"...Yeah..." Horror admitted.

~~~~~~

Sci was practically dragged into Dream's house.

He had been knocking on the door when it suddenly flung open, a pair of hands reaching out and tossing him inside before the door slammed behind him.

"Sci!" Dream said, hugging him, "Thank the lord you're here, I have no idea what to do!"

"Dream, what did you call me for?" Sci asked.

"Um," Killer said, "It's actually a pretty... Interesting situation we've placed ourselves inside of..."

"Killer, you're here too?" Sci asked, standing up, "What's going on?"

"It's a big situation," Dream said quietly, "Just... Just look."

He gripped the edge of his shirt with nervously shaking hands, slowly lifting it up to reveal his ribcage.

And his two glowing souls.

There was Dream's large golden soul floating where a humans heart would be, and attached to the side was a miniature little glowing red soul.

His child's soul.

"Oh... Oh Dream..." Sci said as he stared at it, his eye sockets widening.

"I know..." Dream said, looking down at the little soul.

"It's new... So who did you have... Intercourse with...?" His co-worker asked, ripping his eyes from the soul to Dream's face.

Dream glanced over at Killer, who was rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. Sci followed his gaze.

"Oh... Dream... It was last night, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," Dream admitted, "I'm not sure what to do, you helped Ink when he was with P.J, so I was thinking you could maybe help me out... Since we're not sure how we're going to do this."

"Raising the child?" Sci asked, "I'm sure Ink would happily give you guys tips, and it's going to progress much faster since the other parent is here as well."

"But..." Killer said, "How am I supposed to explain this to Horror?"

"You'll just have to tell him," Sci said, "Horror deserves to know. And to be honest, I think you should break up with him and help Dream with the baby. You can't keep dating him and leave Dream like that. You're the one who got him pregnant, It's rather you choose Horror or Dream. Which one is it?"

Sci and Dream stared at Killer, both waiting for his response. He stared at the floor for a moment before sighing, looking up at the two.

"I'll break up with him."

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Here's another chapter!

Sorry to inform you guys, but there will be no uplaod tomorrow. I'm busy tomorrow, so sorry!