Becoming Error, The Forced God Of Destruction

Chapter 31: I Feel Sick

-Ink's POV-

It has been four days since Error last woke up. Despite that, I still brought her to see the Rainbow Fall where all of my emotions are gathered into my vials. Even with my horrible memory, I still remember on what day it always falls. With the silence, I had time to think. Is this truly what I want? What had caused her to faint that day?

I reach out to hold her hand. She's tiny compared to me. I want to forever be with her, but does she want to be with me too? I know I've been acting weirder than usual, but that's only because she's never with me. If she stopped leaving then everything would be okay. Why did she have to befriend that Octopus when she had always had me?

"Do you like the view? It's full of colors..." I ask out loud, knowing full well she won't respond to me. I just want to feel as if she is acknowledging my existence. Her being here lets me feel, but I feel something unpleasant when she isn't all there. I'm guessing it's the silence, I never did like the silence. It's not because I think it's like she's ignoring me. She wouldn't do that on purpose...

"...I feel sick..." I mumble to myself. I've been throwing up more ink than usual. It's probably because of all the thinking I have been doing. I turn my gaze to the Rainbow Fall, frowning. Although I called this place amazing, I hate it. No, I despise it. It reminds me that all that time when consuming those vials, they were fake emotions. Never real ones. Ink spills out from my mouth, tainting the white void-like floor with black. I notice that some of it got on Error.

I try to wipe it away using my scarf. It smudges on the brown ends of it. Covering up whatever I had previously written on it. It's probably nothing important. When I feel that it's good enough, I stop. My attention shifts to Error's scarf. It's blue-hue as bright as the sky. I always wondered where she got that scarf of hers, only to realize that she made it herself. I should ask her to make me one too...

I get up, picking up Error along the way.  She's so small that I can cradle her in my arms. Just the sight of it brightens my mood a bit. "...Let's go back home." I want to leave this area soon, it brings back bad memories...

While walking back towards the house, I contemplate more. Staring at Error, the chains hinder her. It makes her look uncomfortable. I instinctively go to touch one but pause in my attempt. I shake my head, realizing that I just now almost freed her. As a God, our magic can't be fully nullified, just hindered.

By putting those chains on her, it weakens her magic just enough that she cannot open a portal on her own. But she can still attack me at any time. The fact that she has yet to attack me makes me know she must care about me just as much as I care about her. Yes, she wouldn't be willing to hurt me. We were always meant to be.

I chuckle a bit at that statement, my smile falling... "...Please wake up soon..."

Opening the front door, I am greeted by the sight of a magnificent living room. The bright chandelier hanging from the diamond-incrested ceiling shimmers a warm blue hue onto the flooring which is made with marble. A soft sofa sits by a mini-table that has small items such as a remote for the tv hanging from the wall and a bowl of sweets. 

I walk through the living room and into the hallway with a soft carpet on the floor that is patterned with ducks swimming in a pond. The walls hang paintings of the many moments Error and I spent together. Some were actual photos. The hallway is lit up by candles using monster flames. Meaning they won't ever burn out. 

Ignoring the many rooms I walk past, I stop just in front of a room at the end of the hallway. Unlike the rest, this room has tinted walls. If one were to look in the hallway, one wouldn't see inside. But if a being were looking while in the room, then it would seem as if it was made of glass. I found this to be useful so that I can keep Error alert, thinking that I can see her at any time. I could have made it glass that was see-through on both ends, but I wouldn't go that far...I want her to feel comfortable after all. 

Opening the door, I place Error down on her bed. I shift the chains back onto her hands and feet. Sitting down next to her, I can't help but hold her hand. Pretending as if she will wake up soon. "..." I hover my hands over her, triggering a battle sequence. Her soul leaves her chest, and I stare at it. "It still amazes me."

The black-colored monster soul being held by blue strings with small cracks in it still surprises me every time I see it. The green aura being emitted by it feels nice. I hold the soul gently. The smoothness of it, and the beating feel so alive, so happy. Something I envy. I grab my chest without thinking. The coldness makes me aware that I am a walking corpse. 

"If only I had one of my own..."

Deep down, I know I yearn for what I cannot have. Although I cannot remember if I had a soul before, I now wish I did. That way, maybe I can understand what I am doing wrong so Error isn't so disappointed. Wait...disappointed? 

Before I could think about it more, I throw up ink. I cough on the floor, forgetting what I had just thought of before. It probably wasn't anything important. The familiar taste of saltiness from the ink lingers in my mouth. I never did like salty things. Getting back up, I quickly write down a reminder to clean my mess later. For now, I'm going to stay by Error. I look back at Error and her soul, putting it back into her chest. 

I rest my head on the bed next to her, staring at her face. I can't help but sigh. 

"Wake up soon..."