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Death in the form of a friend

Error looked at Masky before muttering, "Dang it.." He grumbled, tightening his hold on Ink as he set the smaller skeleton down, raising Ink's shirt to look at the injuries. "We can't panic Masky, we have to get all of us back to full health. Then we can find him. right?" He asked, not bothering to look at the masked fellow beside him. 
Masky sighed simply in defeat, but no anger lined his voice at all. "Yes, I can teleport there." Masky spoke calmly. Though a war was screeching in his mind, the others yelling at one another about bad aim or something of the like.
Masky looked around and took in his surroundings, they were in the outskirts of a town, the sky shown blue with beautiful clouds. A few people looked at them with confusion but went about their business.

Masky looked behind them and saw an interesting scene, there was a Sans in a long flowy cloak watching a funeral from behind a tree, Seems this hill was going to be the resting place for someone. 
"Nightmare is going to torture him. We have to get out of here but we can't risk moving Ink... can you find us help?" Error asked, not looking to the masked man as he continued trying to stabilize Ink, who was breathing heavily, his face looked uncomfortable from pain.
Masky looked at Ink and then to the surrounding area, he didn't want to disturb the funeral, but something felt off about the Sans watching it. "I'll get help, just wait here." Masky said calmly and as comfortingly as he could before he walked away from the two.

A skeleton watched the funeral, he seemed to be just watching peacefully, not interacting at all. He wore a long black robe with rope around the waist and another slackly on his shoulders, held together by a gaster blaster pendent. His robe looked like black fire in some areas, making a wispy ghost like effect.
The skeleton heard footsteps approaching him, so he turned to face the newcomer calmly. "Salutations, my friend and I acquire assistance, our friend is wounded." A strangely masked monster spoke quietly, as he motioned with his boney hands, he was fairly awkward with his monotone voice and near robotic movements.
"Ah I see, heh, I'll see what I can do." The black robed skeleton spoke, his pitch black eyes showing no emotion in them due to the lack of eye lights.
 "Thank you, mr..?" The masked one asked as he put a hand out for a hand shake. "My name is Reaper, it's nice to meet cha." Reaper ignored the friendly gesture and followed the masked person to the clearing. 
Error looked towards where the funeral was before He looked down at Ink, who looked to be in terrible pain, even through his slumber. 'Just wait another moment. I swear you'll be fine.' He thought desperately, Looking towards where Masky and the other skeleton approached from.

Masky led the skeleton to the clearing his two friends sat in. "Alright, is there anything you can do? I know some skeletons have healing magic, so I might as well ask." Masky said to the skeleton, only to notice that Reaper was slightly spaced out, holding his forearm tightly. Masky could of swore there was a glint of red fabric under the sleeve.
"Are you alright?" Masky asked simply to the black cloaked skeleton, snapping him out of his deja-vu induced trance.
"Oh- Uh, yeah, I'm doing better than a broken rib at least." Reaper cracked a joke quickly to negate his spaced out nature before he looked at Ink curiously, he had seen them before. "Huh, I'm actually unsure if I can help." Reaper said after a few seconds of silence to Masky, he seemed to be avoiding talking to the glitchy one above the smaller artist.
Masky sighed, "Sorry for the bother, sir." Masky said simply to Reaper with a gentle bow.
 "Oh don't worry, I like taking breaks from my job anyways."
"I can try my best to patch him up enough, but you know my powers aren't meant for saving people." Error said to Masky after nodding at the other skeleton. 
Reaper chuckled a bit before stopping and looking at the ground. This was some major sense of deja vu, like he had met these people before, especially the glitchy fellow.

As if a calling by some god to stop the awkwardness, Ink's eyes fluttered open lightly, he seemed dazed and confused.  "ughhhnfsknfesh, my heeaddddddddd-" Ink whined a bit as he rubbed the large crack on his skull, causing him to hiss in pain with the contact, drawing his hand away sharply. 
"Welcome back to reality," Error joked, looking at Ink with a hidden relief in his eye lights. "We're trying to get you help, just relax for a bit." He said simply. Error could heal people with his strings like stitches, but he wasn't the best at it and he'd rather not hurt Ink since he was already injured.
Ink narrowed his eye lights as a purple spiral and a yellow star engulfed his eye sockets like paint sploshing around his skull. "You do know I can heal myself, right..?" Ink said simply as he looked at Error with amusement lining his eye lights.
Error shook his head. "That's kind of hard to do when you're out cold on a prison floor." He pointed out, pushing back onto his hands, wrapping his arms around his knees. suddenly embarrassed for being worried.

Ink chuckled in response, sticking out his tongue slightly. "Well of course! I was unconscious. Just let me handle it." Ink said before he hissed in pain, trying to reach over to get his green vial and one of his smaller paintbrushes in his pocket. "Forgot about that-" He rasped out as the pain from his broken ribs radiated through his torso like a beating heart implanted into each wound.
Reaper seemed to have summoned some coffee from a portal and was just floating, watching them simply, he was trying to get a grasp of why something in his soul drew him to these people. It was like he had seen this before in a distant memory, but it wasn't four of them.
"Careful, need me to grab it-?" Error said cautiously, reaching out a hand to steady the injured skeleton before pulling back his hand quickly. "Even after you get healed you'll still need to rest." He spoke like it was a stern order, him narrowing his eye sockets at the god of creation.
Ink laughed a bit through his pain. "Yeah yeah, I know, when did you become my mom?" Ink said as he tried to stay still, not sitting up while pulling a green vial from the strap carefully, along with a small paintbrush that was on his paint strap beside all the other vials.
Ink dipped the paintbrush into the vial and felt the wound on his skull with his free hand, hissing slightly before painting over it, it was like a liquid band-aid that painted over the wound, acting as if Ink himself was a painting.
With how pretty he was, he might as well be.

"Oh please, you'd be long gone without me." Error commented, lying besides his wounded companion on the grass, his hands behind his head to act as a pillow. He stared at the sky, his face much too tired.
Ink laughed a bit as he worked on painting in his broken ribs as well, though it proved difficult when he was not able to sit up and look at the wounds. "Really? We try to kill each other on a daily!" Ink said simply as he brushed in the last rib, the tattoos that lined his ribs extended onto the newly formed bone like a sealing lock.
 The god of death seemed to watch with uncomfortable eye sockets, this all reminded Reaper so much of him, but that fellow died a long time ago, why couldn't he just move on?
"Is something wrong, Reaper?" Masky piped up from beside the cloaked god, neglecting to look at him. It brought Reaper back from his little trance of spacing out, causing him to jump slightly
"Oh, I'm fine, you?" Reaper tried to divert attention from himself, him looking to Masky simply. Reaper floated like a ghost in a old haunted mansion.
"I'm doing alright as well." Masky replied calmly, minding no attention to tumblr's screams of shipping or Reaper's discontent. It was like the god of death lacked closure to a book, the ending on a blank page, in the middle of an unfinished sentence.
Reaper took a long sip of his coffee as to get his mind off of the saddening topic his mind lingered on. Maybe he could be friends with these fellows. 

Error rolled his eye lights at Ink's comment, not minding the two quiet skeletons beside him as he looked to Ink, the grass below grazing on his cheek bone from the movement. "I mean, yes, but you never died to anyone else." He pointed out simply, "Or me."
Ink smiled with amusement at his friend. "That's because you go soft on me~" Ink joked as he continued painting his ripped clothes, neglecting the hole in the pants for the time being.
With Inks ribs patched up, he could move, just not jumping off the walls as per usual.
"Oh shut up." Error said simply with a huff, Looking at the other skeleton, he almost smiled, then stopped himself by looking away from the starry eyed individual. 'Maybe I am going soft.'
Ink gave a smug cat face as he blushed softly, that's all he wanted to hear.

Reaper just looked away from the aching memories that followed the two lovebirds and drank his coffee simply. "it's a beautiful day outside." Reaper said softly, intending the statement for Masky.
"Yes, the clouds are magnificent this afternoon." Masky replied simply, his hands draped his sides, not moving at all.

The two were-awkward at best.