There they were, Ink and Error were having another of their battles as always, nothing out of the ordinary.

Some ink from Ink's brush fell to the ground, mixing with one of the threads that Error had thrown away while they were fighting. Then...that puddle of ink became a lump, taking on a skeletal shape...

Error frowned and released the strings holding Ink to say:

"Are you kidding me...another one?"

Ink's response was as if he was already used to it.

"Oh! Another...child! Heh..."