Immortality

Chapter 12- Dull

-Third POV-

Ink stood in the shower staring blankly as the water poured onto his bones. Ink thought about why he saved Stretch, If anything he should've killed him. But he guessed he could live with his arm being sliced off.

Ink turned off the shower and stepped out. He stared at himself in the mirror as his white pinpricks stared back. He touched his reflection, as soon as he did, the mirror turned into bars. Error stood on the other side, his face blurred. Ink squeezed the bars and reached out for him. ".....!" he tried to scream. Error turned, he walked away from view. "Error!!"

Ink shot up from the couch. He stared blankly, looking around himself. He was still at Nightmare's mansion. He had fallen asleep. Even in his emotionless state, the dark, negative aura around the mansion still gave him nightmares.

It was early in the morning, but you couldn't tell since the sky is red here.
Ink slid off the couch and walked to Nightmare's room. He knocked.
The dark guardian opened the door, with an annoyed, tired look on his face. "Ink?" The creator just stared. "What do you want?"

"Where's Error?" Ink asked the gooey skeleton. Nightmare sighed "I told you this already, he's at the hospital in Medictale."
"You trust them with him?" Ink asked. Nightmare rubbed his face. "I told them they'd regret hurting him, I think they got the picture." Ink began walking off. Nightmare spoke before Ink left. "If you want to change out of these prison clothes, I got some extra clothes for you." the creator turned to Nightmare and nodded.

Nightmare and Ink were in the basement looking through a closet filled with boxes. "Killer came up with the idea to keep some of the clothes of people we killed. I know it sounds odd but he thought it was smart to do this instead of buying clothes." Nightmare said as he pulled out a large box with his tentacles. He placed it down.

"After that idea, he started strangling instead of stabbing them, he didn't want to ruin the clothing. It was a weird faze for him." He opened the box and the inside was filled with many kinds of clothing.

Nightmare looked into the box then looked up at Ink. "Pick some out, I'll wash them while you take a shower." Ink nodded and began searching in the box.
For some reason, while he was looking, one of the shirts reminded him of what he said to Error that had made him laugh.
After choosing his clothes, he handed them to Nightmare. "Alright, after you shower, you can burn these prison clothes."

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Ink stood in the shower staring blankly as the water poured onto his bones. He wondered if Error would like his new clothes. He could only wait till Error came from the hospital to show him.

Ink turned off the shower and stepped out. He avoided the mirror, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself, and left the bathroom.
The clothes he had picked were folded on the coffee table in front of the couch. He walked over and changed into his new clothes.