Paint Remover

Too Late (angst)

"BLUE!"

Too late.

Who knew a single mistake could cause so much damage?

"you can get through this, take it."

A singed bandana. 

Scorched bone.

Burning fabric.

Dust.

Error let out a horrid, glitched scream.

He didn't care anymore.

That was the last thread holding his sanity together.

Tears streamed down his face.

Ink stood unmoving, pure black ink flowed down his cheeks.

This was his fault, and much like Error he dropped to his knees.

The council remained unmoving in stunned silence.

The dust covered bandana was quickly tucked into his pocket.

Sobs wrecked Error's body into a weeping mess.

The white ground stained red.

His best friend was gone.