The Siren Song

Pain

Error's room was silent as Ink kept his head bowed, glaring at the pristine granite floor.

Tears were in his eyes as he felt his throat close up. He hated that story... He hated reliving that pain over and over again... He hated how barely anyone remembers his parents, his sister... How they all believe he's just some descendent of the first Mer-people, not even releasing how different he looked from them.

His soul was pained with the memory of his suppose to be Brother-in-laws death. He wished he could've done something to stop his father, possibly even warn that human to never get into the water! But he couldn't change time, he could only move forward. He had to or else he feared he would drown.

No, he already was drowning. He was trying to swim away from all his pain, making his new home look nothing like it had when it was in the control of his parents and sister. He had to make it that way, not only for their betterment, but for his sanity.

Yet, he was still drowning. He was still wallowing in the past. He still feared the wrath of the Gods and when he first was dropped onto Error's cursed ship, he feared the pirates. What he feared most, though, was the thought of him loosing everyone he cared about now... Loosing his baby Siren, loosing his friends, his students, his subjects... Even loosing Error and Fresh as fucked up was their meeting.

Fresh and Jam could only watch as the truly ancient being shuddered and shivered, lost in their own thoughts. It wasn't hard for them to believe that Ink was beginning to panic. He was old enough and had enough trauma that it only made sense for the other to panic at the memories of it all.

Error slowly marched over to the cursed monster, quickly pulling them to his chest. This broke the other as tears and sobs fell from the shorter skeleton, their knees buckling. The sudden buckle caused the pirate captain to pull Ink up into a similar position to what Fresh and PJ were in.

"Deep breaths, let it all out..." He whispered softly, rubbing the pale skeleton's back. He knew no words would ever reach the other. There truly was nothing to say about what had happened to them over who knows how long. All Error could do, was just be a shoulder to cry on and release as much pent up frustration and pain.

Quietly, Error made a motion with his  eyes, telling Fresh to leave. The parasite nodded and whispered to Paper that they should leave Ink alone for a moment with Error.

Thankfully, the young monster said nothing, only nuzzling into Fresh's neck. He never knew his adoptive mother was facing all of that... It pained him to hear it. To see it still take such a harsh toll on him.

Sniffling some, he could only hope that now they had legs, that the curse was lifted. Even if it meant that the thousands that were still underwater could've possibly have drowned in their homes.

A cruel fate, yes, but maybe one that was needed...