Severed Ropes, Wires Torn (ErrorInk)

Chapter 10 - Say Yes To Heaven (I got my mind on you)

When Error got back to the Antivoid, he actually entered from the outside of the fort - they really should come up with a proper name - and took his time walking back, even fanangling with the atmosphere to make it more interesting.

His phalanges itched for something, his other hand still holding that paper bag in a loose grip, if he moved his arm wrong he'd probably drop it.

The silence of the Antivoid never really struck him as unsettling before.

When he arrived, pushing blankets out of the way and sweeping past a pile of dust from when he'd shook out that hoodie (he let that fall down down down into the infinite sideways when he noticed it, didn't want a mess,after all.) he changed back into his regular clothes and wished he had thought to remove the tags on that hoodie as it scraped against the back of his skull when he pulled it over his head.

Then he made sure the blankets looked undisturbed and didn't show any whiteness.

And then he sorted out the mess in that corner.

And then he moved the currently still-packed bag next to the now sorted corner.

And then he sat there, waiting like some lost puppy.

And then he ignored the mechanical whirr of anxiety in his chest a little more until it was unbearable.

And then he slumped down, and let out a sigh that sounded out like radio interference and retching.

It really was quiet in here without Ink.

Ink Ink Ink. You'd think he was obsessed with him!

Well, actually. His mouth curled sourly, he probably was.

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Whatever. So what if he's a tiny bit worried about him? That doesn't matter, who is he to him? His...enemy turned...something? Something tingly.

Errors thoughts stuttered like a faulty printer over any other description, especially ones that included how much he wanted to k-

Oookay. Who did that. It wasn't him!

He hadn't been thinking about...that. Nor about anything at all,actually.

No thoughts at all. Nothing up there. Zilch.

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Ah, shit, who's he kidding. Nobody, obviously. He hasn't said any of this outloud. He's not a good talker. A thinker on the other hand? Well...he wouldn't say his thoughts are good : but he does it a lot, and they can get pretty abstract, so that must count for something.

Where was he? Oh yes, The Destroyer is stupidly infatuated with The Protector. Ah, sweet irony... to yearn for his opposite...

Which is why his head is saying he should have followed him, should have stopped him somehow even though delaying Ink getting what is essentially his SOUL is a horrible, terrible idea no matter how you look at it. If he did, Error's mind wouldn't be like a scratched up CD repeating and jumping and skipping back and forwards through the memories of the day.

Awful.

He hated his mind sometimes. It can tell him horrible things.

Now he just wondered how long Ink would take. A minute? An hour? Stars, a day or so? He really should've probed him more, but maybe he didn't know either and Error doesn't like to assume, it might be rude and if he's rude that means that Ink would hate him forever.