The Enemies Maid (Ink x The Bad Guys)

The Pain of Love

Ink whimpered against his pillow, wallowing in the pain his body was being forced through. Everything hurt, so much. Even the few times Dream had done this to him it was never this bad. Maybe it was because he was so far away from Dream, maybe along with being painful it also sort of acted like a tether to him. Ink didn't know, but what he did know was that he wanted to go back to Dream, to fix him. He hated him, especially after this, but that didn't change the fact that he needed him right now. Ink was being cared for, and loved by the Bad Sanses, something that neither Dream nor Swap had ever done for him. But, he hated it. Not because he hated them, or because he didn't want to be cared for, but every time they came too close to him the pain became extremely overwhelming and painful.

Horror would bring him all his meals. Cross would try and comfort him, tuck him in. Dust would try and distract him, trying to play caress, or put a movie on. Error would just keep him company, sew or knit while sitting next to him. Killer would make sure he didn't need anything else, and he was there to do anything extra that he wanted or needed. Nightmares tried to fix it all, to give him some negativity to balance out the positivity making him suffer. But whenever they got too close to him Ink started screaming in pain and borderline convulsing in his bed. His tattoos would glow an even brighter yellow and it started seeping into his actual bones, tinting the majority of his body yellow. It would be beautiful if it weren't so painful and terrifying. Their negativity affected him in the worst way possible, and the more they tried, the worse Ink got, and the more sad and worried they got, which made everything more painful for him, and the cycle continues.

The rest of the Bad Sanses worried about him every second of the day. Horror was worried as Ink was in too much pain to move, and too eat, and he was scared of Ink starving. Dust, Killer, and Error was scared of him dying, feeding into their trust and abandonment issues. Cross was scared of the long term effects of the magic, and that they may never be able to see the Ink they loved again. Nightmare was scared that Dream would take something else away from him, especially someone he cared for so much. Dream hadn't just messed Ink up, forcing him to go through a lot of physical pain, but he also had affected him and his boys and he wouldn't stand for any of it.

They spent all their time trying to help him, to take care of him, only to be thrown away. They knew he couldn't help the screaming, nor the thrashing around, but they'd be lying if they said it didn't make them sad and terrified for them. Nightmare locked himself in his library, looking through the magic books to find a cure to fix his lover. His isolation only served to further worry everyone, he wasn't eating, he was separating himself, and the effects on his mental health all worried each of them, just like they worried about the same thing with Ink. But they let it slide as they knew he was immortal, and he promised he would never leave them. Nightmare was immortal, and would spend every other moment of all their lives making this up to them, but he refused to sleep a wink, to look away from his books until he either finished them all with no results or until he found a cure to what was essentially a magical overdose.

He sent them off on so many missions that they were so exhausted. Almost every time he saw something that could be a cure he sent them off to find ingredients (if it was a potion) or something else if it was a spell. Yet nothing worked, and the constant failure only made things worse for all of them, making that cycle of pain and suffering even worse for Ink. He could barely get through a day without the screaming pain and sobbing his eyes out from just how much it hurt. Any time he screamed-the pain became too much and he wasn't able to keep said screams in-the rest of the Bad Sanses rushed to his aid. They had to make sure Dream wasn't in there trying to kidnap him or hurt him again. He never did, it was just the pain, but they needed to make sure he was safe. Though the check in's only made it worse, made him scream louder until they left the room or until he passed out.

As everything got worse they went from sitting across the room from him to not even being able to walk down the hallway too close to him without the torturous pain. He wasn't getting better, he only got worse, and it terrified them. They were so scared that he would get so bad that he'd die, or that this would be the rest of his and their lives. He would live his life filled with pain and suffering, and no comfort, and they would spend theirs desperately trying to save and help fix him. The thought was terrifying for all of them. Though Ink was either asleep or suffering, he didn't have enough time to really think about it. In fact, he didn't even think of that as a possibility for his future. All he could think about was the pain, how he wanted some love, some affection so badly. He was devastated by the fact that he couldn't get close to anyone without his bones feeling like they were being broken from the inside out.

It was even worse because he could always tell when they were close, when they were trying to reach out to him. But instead of feeling the comfort of them trying to help him and comfort him, their approach always meant pain and suffering for him. He was scared when they came close, and he didn't want them to, because it just hurt them so much. Maybe this was what Dream wanted for him, to train him to associate the Bad Sanses with pain and suffering. Maybe this was an accident and Dream thought this would be good for Ink. Though Ink knew it was the former though, as he knew his ex-friend was fully aware of how much this hurt him.

Ink had never wanted to die more than he had in this moment. Not when he was alone, in that blank au. Not when he was beaten over and over again by the creators. Not when his friends would scream at and leave him on his own for days-even weeks. Nothing was this bad, nothing had ever hurt this much before. The worst part was how he finally had people who loved him, who would do anything for him, and he was making them suffer. He felt so guilty for them, they tried so hard for him, and yet he couldn't do anything other than hurt them anymore.

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