How to Fix the Broken

Chapter 5: A Tiny Soul (Rewritten)

Blue stopped, leaning against the rail. He put his head against the wall and just breathed. He hadn't been feeling well lately.

That was an understatement and he knew it. He was feeling horrible but what was he supposed to do. He couldn't tell Dream or Ink, Dream wouldn't take him seriously anymore and Ink would laugh at him for not being able to handle a little virus.

He shivered at the thought of Ink. Ever since Ink had gotten it in his mind that he could hurt Blue and get away with it he'd been doing it more and more.

Blue thought back to that day. He could really say that January 23rd was the worst day of his life.

The purple chains had melted but Blue hadn't exactly noticed. He sobbed for a good while before he realized he was free to leave.

He stood up wobbly and unsteadily made his way to the torn shirt and cobalt cargo pants.

With his tears exhausted he put on his pants but didn't bother with the breast plate and shoulder plates. They were too uncomfortable without a shirt.

He shivered in the cold, folding up the ripped shirt, he could just fix it later. He wandered up the foldable ladder and out of the trapdoor. He stumbled past the living room, hearing Ink snort at him. He paid no attention to the skeleton he now labeled as a rapist. No, he simply walked up the stairs without a word.

He hand stitched his shirt, refusing to feel anything. He stayed in his room till he for sure knew that Dream was home. At that point he forced a smile and stars and tackled the guardian with a hug.

The only problem was Dream did not share a smile but a pained expression. When Blue asked him what was wrong the guardian told him his brother was dead. Blue let his smile falter. Not because his was sad about his brother. He probably couldn't care less about him. Stretch was an abusive narcissist who was over protective of Blue. Not because he loved him, but because Blue was simply his caretaker. He couldn't give two shits about his Papyrus. No, he couldn't hold smile anymore more as he thought about what Ink had done.

Not only had Blue let Ink force himself on him, but he let Ink cheat on Dream. They were married for deities sake! He felt guilty and it took an immense amount of concentration to keep Dream from sensing it.

Blue snapped back to reality as he heard his watch beep. 7:00. He needed to get down stairs. He hissed as he continued to climb his way down the steps. He felt his mouth salivate as his stomach gurgled at him. The second he reached the bottom step he made a dash for the bathroom.

Hunched over the toilet he noticed his shirt was fainting glowing blue. This meant that his ecto was partially out but he didn't care. He was feeling too awful to care. He stood shakily, wincing in pain.

Ink hadn't stopped at one time. It's been four weeks since the first time. He did it at least 4 more times since and now it was February 19th. His birthday. He was officially 18. He started to tear up as he thought about it. Ink had been assaulting an underage minor. He just realized this. And what could he do about it?

He shook his head, earning himself a new wave of nausea. Once it past he stood up, wiping his mouth. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands, ignoring the 'red' lines he carved in his ulna and radius. He snapped the blue rubbery gloves over them and went to cook breakfast.

Tacos, pancakes. Tacakes? Pancos? Whatever he wanted to call them. Pancakes folded in half with a yolky omelet in the middle.

He started the stove and made some pancake mix. He stomach gurgled again. He forced it down.

Dream came down, kissing him on the head like always but Blue stumbled. Dream caught him with a concerned look.

"Blue, are you okay...?" Dream looked worried for him.

"Y-yea... I'm okay... just... tired I guess." Blueberry muttered. He stood up with a fake bright smile. "Besides! The Magnificent Blueberry is always okay!" His smile faltered a bit as he felt his stomach ache and churn. "And even when he's not he will pull through. I always do. Mweh heh heh heh..." he chuckled softly as he thought about everything that's been going on.

Dream didn't look convinced but he let it slip. "Alright, just be careful with your negativity. You're making me dizzy."

Blue instantly pulled his emotions into check, holding them from Dreams aura. "O-oh! S-sorry!" Blue curses his stuttering.

Ink ran down the stairs, acting like he did normally. Like nothing was wrong. Like he never did anything.

Blue felt his anxiety slip through his hold, knowing it was like walking on eggshells with Ink around. Dream shot him a glare and he pulled it back again.

"Sooo... how many eggs-" Blue didn't finish his sentence, turning off the stove and rushing for the bathroom.

He locked the door and hunched over the toilet. He felt so sick. Everything felt feverish.

He could vaguely hear Dream pounding on the door and asking him if he was okay, but he kept switching languages so Blue could barely understand him.

Blue whimpered, curling up on the floor. He felt heat flash through his body, his soul pounding. His breathing quickened as his felt his breath shorten. His ears rung and his vision darkened. He pulled off his shirt as heat flashed through him again and lay on the cold tiles of the bathroom.

He couldn't form thoughts other than his inability to think clearly. The words 'I can't think' circling his mind.

He curled up more. He opened his eyes slightly to see the blue light of his ecto.

But that wasn't it.

A tiny soul.

The size of a huckleberry.

A Tiny Soul
Love Conquers All

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