//This is a Momma CQ/FGOD crossover. Prepare for angst. Blood, panic attacks, rude words, extreme violence, self hate, self harm, death, kidnapping, grief, insane asylums, and suicide attempts mentioned. You have been warned.//
//Italics are a clue. Can you guess what they mean? Let me know in the comments.//
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"UnClE eRa?" The tiny, staticky voice pulled Era's attention to Error, the mini version of him from the Momma CQ Multiverse. Right now, he could tell the other was extremely upset but brushed it off. "WhY dId I sEe YoU cUtTiNg In ThE bAtHrOoM?"
Error couldn't see due to how upset he was and he was on the verge of crashing but he needed to know why his favorite of his two Uncles and Aunt was hurting himself. "YoU aReN't In ThAt WhItE rOoM aNyMoRe, So WhY?" He had slowly been learning how to care for others and express his emotions better after Era learned what he had gone through and continues to go through, and he was extremely grateful for his uncle to help him like that.
Era tensed but pulled Error into a tight hug, tears rolling down his face. "I'm SoRrY kIdDo... I rEaLlY aM... bUt SoMeTiMeS sTuFf StIcKs WiTh YoU tHrOuGh YoUr LiFe EvEn WhEn YoU tRy To GeT rId Of It." He flinched as the voices yelled at him, trying to ignore them. He was thankful they were the only ones home but was still unhappy the voices bothered him.
"MURDERER!"
"MISTAKE!"
"DIRTY GLITCH!"
"JUST DIE!"
"..a!"
"ErA!"
"ERA!!!"
"H-HuH?!" Era was snapped out of it to see CQ holding a now crashed Error and Asy shaking his shoulders, trying to get him to snap out of it. He realized he was hyperventilating and crying but he couldn't stop. Why couldn't he stop?! He wanted to stop! He needed to stop! "A-AsY? nO.... iNkY?! wHy?! WhY cAn'T i FiNaLlY bE lEfT aLoNe StArS dAnG iT!" He felt Asy pull him into a hug, rubbing his back in a soothing manner. The dam burst and he started sobbing, still hyperventilating, clutching Asy's jacket like a life line. "ThEy WoN't ShUt Up!"
Asy was panicking but he knew he needed to stay calm for the other skeleton who was so much like him but yet so much more broken. "Shh... Era it's okay. Breathe. You don't have to explain. Just breathe okay? In and out... In and out... Deep breaths. That's it. There we go. You can cry as long as you need. Shh... You're okay. You're okay. That's just Ink, not Inky, okay? Inky can't hurt you anymore. You're okay. Shh..." He used one hand to rub soothing circles on the other's spine and the other to rub the back of Era's skull, trying to calm him down while motioning for the others to leave the room.
Era's breathe hitched and he clutched Asy's jacket harder. He needed to find a way to feel safe and at the same time he wanted, no, needed Asy to just let the voices torment him. "MAKE THEM SHUT THE HECK UP!!!!!!" He screamed, panicking. "THEY WON'T SHUT THE FUNK UP!!!!" He would've started banging his skull against anything he could find, listening to the cracking as the voices egged him on, if it weren't for Asy restraining him.
Asy's eye lights went out as he listened to the other's screams, being reminded of how he used to be. His eye lights came back quickly as he restrained Era. "Hey! HEY! Era it's okay! It's okay! They aren't real! The voices aren't real! I had one too! Trust me I did! But they aren't real! Calm down!"
Rope. He needed rope. A chair. The rope against his neck. Screams of others as they pounded on the door. Kicking the chair. Choking. Accepting the darkness. Being cut down. Waking up in a hospital bed. Cutting himself. Blood. Injuries. Cutting a long line on any bone he could reach in the bathroom. Collapsing on the floor. Bleeding out. Passing out. Waking up in a hospital bed. Being transferred to an insane asylum. Stealing pills. Becoming addicted. Voices screaming. Overdose. Passing out. Waking up in a hospital bed. Needles. Death penalty drugs. Injecting them. Passing out. Waking up in a hospital bed.
