(TW! DEATH)
This wasn't supposed to happen. It had been just another day, he had woken up his brother,made it to school on time, turned in his homework for an A, hangout with his cronies at lunch, and was getting ready for the basketball game that night.
He always went to the roof before a game, the wind and fresh air helped him think, but today something was different. When he got to the roof someone else was there, a boy who he had nicknamed Ink because he was always in the art room, he looked dazed until he heard the door slam closed.
"Hey! Art nerd! What the hell are you doing up here?" He yelled making sure to keep his image of a tough jock. Ink looked at him with wide eyes, still looking dazed. "And what's with that stupid expression?"
As he got closer Ink continued backing up. Was he scared of him or something? Why wasn't he responding?
"Hey! Are you deaf or something?! Answer me!" He stepped forward one more time Ink stepped back...and slipped.
Error's eyes widened in shock as he lunged forward to try and catch him but he missed him. That is fine! Had had caught people who were falling with his strings before! It should be easy! He reached out his hand to catch him...
...But he hesitated
If he used his strings the whole school would know he was a freak! His life would be ruined!
By the time he pulled himself together and tried to save him, it had been too late. He watched as Ink fell to his demise.
The basketball game was canceled and police and medics arrived. But no matter how much they reassured that there was nothing he could have done he knew the truth.
Ink was dead....
...and it was his fault!
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The Ghost of Foxfield
FanfictionIsaac was your everyday art nerd, creative, quiet, sassy, with just a bit of depression. Well Isaac was also completely friendless, so the when the loneliness starts to water the seed of sadness, well, you just get a mess. One day he snapped, the la...
