The Enemies Maid (Ink x The Bad Guys)

New Feelings

  Ink could feel everyone staring at him and Cross, he didn’t really enjoy the attention. He cuddled into his jacket so that he couldn’t see their eyes staring at them. He knew that he had just fallen asleep, but he was just so tired. He didn’t want to be there, he didn’t want to move. He didn’t care. He didn’t want to be alive.

  He could feel Cross’s hand rubbing his back lovingly, and he really appreciated it. Ink looked up at him and smiled, Cross smiled back, but it was a smile filled with sadness. Ink couldn’t fully tell what emotions filled the smile, but he knew he wasn;t smiling from anything good. Ink didn’t like it, he wanted a happy smile.

  “Are you sure you’re ok? Do you need to talk or need anything?” Cross asked, petting the back of his skull.

  Ink shook his head and pulled away from Cross’s grip and stood up. He didn;t want to be around them, as he assumed that they were only here to use him just like his friends did. If he couldn’t trust people he had known and loved for years then why would he trust people who spent their time humiliating and trying to kill him. He could only see himself as an unlovable soulless freak, despite everything Dream, Swap, and even Nightmare said to and done for him. He did not feel good about himself, he never really did, but his self hate had reared its ugly head at the moment.

  “I’m… just gonna go to my room…” Ink said, walking away.

  “We’ll call you for dinner, ok?” Killer said with the same sad smile on his face.

  “Don’t bother. I just want to be left alone.” Ink said before picking up the pace and speed walking down the hallway to his room.

  Ink just couldn’t do it anymore, he just couldn’t. He just needed to get away, away from everything. He was abandoned by his only friends, and the only people he had there for him were the murderers who kidnapped him and had forced him into virtual slavery. He assumed that the only reason they were being nice to him was to manipulate him, and he wouldn’t stand for it.

  Ink entered his room and locked the door behind him. He sat on the ground with his back leaning against his bed. He hoped that if he stayed here long enough that something would just come and kill him eventually. He couldn’t handle anything anymore. Not the missions, not the creators screaming at and beating him, not hating himself every day, not taking an excess of the yellow paint every day just to be able to function. He was just so sick of everything. He just hoped that something would kill him.

  He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, surprised to feel water on his face. Ink opened his eyes and saw drops of water on the floor, and realized he was crying. He chuckled to himself quietly, trying to remember the last time he cried. He recounted the decades it had been since he last cried while still laughing to himself. He looked insane, crying, laughing to himself. His mind again wandered back into self hatred territory. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he forgot his best friends within weeks, or even days. But his mind eventually settled on the fact that he wouldn’t remember them when he was dead.

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  Nightmare sighed as he sat down at the dinner table. He could feel the sadness and negativity from the group around him. He looked around, also quite concerned at how unusually quiet the table was. Usually by now they were already screaming obscenities at each other.

  “How was Ink?” Nightmare asked, breaking the strange silence.

  “Well… he said he didn’t want food.” Cross quietly said before stuffing a bite of food in his mouth.

  “Yeah, he didn’t seem too happy about something.” Killer added, also uncharacteristically quiet.

  “What makes sense, yes. All I can really feel from him is hopelessness.” Nightmare said, placing his head in his hand.