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-Error's POV-

    We've wondered around for what feels like days. I think the longer I stick around this freak the more brain cells I loose.

The weirdo was skipping down the path babbling about random things. I stopped listening a while back.

At first I thought he would go on about something important but it was all actually very stupid.

This world is like no other. The more time I'm here, the more I see. The sky seems to have become a dark crimson red and the air seems to have become colder.

I shiver wrapping my arms around my chest.

Ink is still driving me nuts.

Suddenly a loud, sharp, angry noise interrupted my thoughts and Ink's rambling.

My soul felt like it dropped to the floor.
I stand right next to Ink peering into the long, dark blue trees.

Quickly, I take a short glance at Ink. The ugly doesn't even seem to be blinking.

"What was that noise?" I quietly ask.

Ink doesn't even respond. He just starts walking. Letting out a sigh, I creep after him as silently as possible.

There's a clearing right in front of us.

The trees just stop in a straight line.
It's unsettling.

I don't think I want to look any longer.

Ink pauses right behind a tree looking at the clearing. I hope if we die he dies first.

It's a strange sight. It's like the ground just stopped existing. Floating stones make a path north and a loud humming comes from deep in the pit.

I look around. The hole seems to go on forever. It doesn't seem like we could go around it.

Ink walks forward.

I think my eyes may just pop out of my head.

As much as I rather not, I step forward into the clearing. It seems safe enough. I feel as if I'm suffocating.

"So what now?"

Ink looks back at me confused.

"We jump across the stones. Look it makes a shiny path!" He says cheekily.

"I'm not doing that." I state firmly.

I'll die. I'll faint or have a heart attack before I jump across. I rather make out with a tree.
Rather shit on a rock and dance around it.

He's out of his mind. I hate him.

"Well I don't see another way." Ink says shrugging.

"I do. Backwards." I point my thumb behind me.

Ink let's out what sounds like a disappointed sigh as he comes towards me.

I frown. Frown hard. That's threatening.
I feel threatened.

Before I can even comprehend what he's doing, I've been thrown over his shoulder.

No. His hands on my butt. How dare. How dare he touch me. I scream loudly and kick as hard as I can. If my legs were a little longer I could probably kick him in the nuts.

"No no no no NO NO NO NO!" 

"Relax, Error. I won't let you die!"

"I am going to die!"

I dig my fingers into his skin anywhere I can grab. Ink stands right at the edge.

Screaming as loud as I possible can, Ink starts to rock back and forth lightly. I struggle as hard as I can but despite his size, Ink is a strong gremlin.

"One, two, three,"

I squeeze my eyes shut as I feel Ink's body basically fly to the rock a few inches away.

My eyes fly open and the air is knocked out of me when Ink lands on the stone.

The pit is like bottomless. There's no bottom.

Ink totters around for a moment before regaining his balance.

"No! Go back! Back!"  I smack him multiple times on the back as hard as I can.

From this position I feel as if I'm going to fall head first into the darkness below.

"Your going to drop me!" I yell at him.

"No I won't." Ink responds moving me down.

My whole body freezes when my feet touch the stone.

Ink shifts around before taking me back in his arms in a better position.

I wrap my arms around his neck clinging tightly and closed my eyes.

We start moving again. Ink almost looses his balance twice until we made it to the end of the path.

Ink shakes my shoulder. "Hey. We're back on grass." I bite my lip angrily while opening my eyes a little.

I wiggle around aggressively out of his arms onto the ground.

"You are insane." I say while crossing my arms.

My blood boils when Ink looks me up and down and chuckles.

I'm about to smack him only something catches my attention.

I turn my head to get a better look.

It's a tiny golden colored cabin. Ink seems to follow my gaze and gasps so loud I think he could have caused an earthquake.

"Oh my rainbowsss! Look, Error! It's a teeny tinyyy cabinnn!" Ink shrieks basically running up the hill.

I walk after him slowly taking great care not to, I don't know, die? This is a whole new world. What if that cabin is secretly a pineapple that's really hungry. It's suspicious.

Ink bounces in his spot as he stands right in front of the door. I stay a few steps behind.

Everything seems to go silent as Ink knocks on the door like a kid in a candy store.

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