Our Pen

Chap 3

(Posting another chapter cuz im bored :D
Like, REALLY bored. I hate how I've read so many fanfics to the point of, "There's nothing else to read, so I'll write it for myself [and others] instead.")
**Y/n**

I make sure to get to fixing the door before I forget. As my friends talk (mostly about me, not like I care), I tediously put the door together, gluing each shard to one another.
When I'm finished, I say to Bff/n, "I'm going to reinforce it with resin. I'll be right back, just needs a dip." "Sorry!" Bff/n apologizes again, but I tell them it's fine, as always.

I do as I say, carving out intricate details out with my knife, before deeming it acceptable to be put back on its hinges. "Incredible!" Ink squeaks.
I use a screwdriver to put the door back in its place. I then go to the kitchen, get my skittles, and collapse on the couch. Hesitantly (Haphephobia), Bff/n pats my head. I don't move, but I let out a small sigh.

"Tired?" Bff/n asks, and I nod, mumbling, "Was working on the piece the whole night. Didn't get any naps in; you know my 'don't leave the room until finished' policy."
"That, I do." Bff/n sighs, "I wish you'd take better care of yourself, you vertically challenged oaf." Error barked out a laugh, "iM uSinG tHaT NExt tIMe!" Ink whines, and I just stare off into space.

I'm brought back into reality when something is shoved in my mouth. Someone plugs my nose, and the substance goes down hastily, allowing me to fulfill my urge to breathe. "WHAT WAS THAT?!" I shout angerly, looking around. Ink and Bff/n are smiling at me mischievously. I realize that I'm... Furious. 
"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?!" I yell once more, once again making the connection to the discarded vial at my feet (with a little leftover red inside). I pick it up, somewhat calmly, before handing it to Ink, my arms shaking with feelings I've never felt before. "You're lucky I didn't crush that under my food just now, shortstack. Just like I could've with you when we first met. Pull anything like this again, and you're outta my house."

I practically stomped back to the art room, shouting, "I won't be coming back until I'm normal again, thank you very much! Don't want dust on my floors." For the next few hours, my canvases were covered with brilliant shades of red and black (mostly to communicate my anger and vent out any emotions before I take it out on myself)... But the feeling had not gone away.
In my fury, I grabbed the nearest item and stabbed something. Finally, the emotion vanished, and I realized what I had just done. My arm had been practically carved out by an Exacto-knife. I recalled to my earlier shouting and walked out of the room. I was normal again, but at what cost? Well, the cost of a chunk of my arm and some blood, of course. Pain came in waves, but I continued to do what I've always done: Ignore it.

I go into the living room and find that Ink is the only one still there, eyelights white. I Grumble and walk over, before picking a random vial in his stash, and feeding to him like a car with gasoline. His eyes turned blue, and I realized that I may have chosen the wrong vial.
Ink started flat-out sobbing infront of me, making a declaration of how sorry he was, and how he'd try and never piss me off again cuz of how 'Scary I was'. When he calmed down and saw my arm, he broke down again. "Oh my gosh, whadIdo??" he cried, and I eventually left (as I had said the day before I was no good with comfort).

I could feel my face starting to go pale, so I made sure to walk quicker than I usually would to Error's guest room. I knock on the door, "Emergency." Error opened the door and I spoke, "Ink's crying. I dunno what to do." A slight pause and a, "WeLL, yoU'rE blEEdiNg!!" from Error. I look down. "Forgot about that." I lost a lot of blood, so of course after that I had passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, Error, Ink and Bff/n were sitting around me on my bed. I look down at my arm, to find it had been stitched up by recognizable blue string. Bff/n was the first to notice my awakening. They were also the first one to slap me. "That's gonna bruise." I say non-chalantly before I'm engulfed in a hug by the same person who had harmed me.
"Don't you DARE do that again." Bff/n growled, "Or I will KILL you, understand?" Instead of answering the question I took it upon myself to be a tease. "Look who's willingly touching me without getting uncomfortable??" Bff/n could tell it was a joke, even without the needless changes in my voice to indicate it. "Shaddup." was the reply. I sigh and pat their back, "What am I going to do with you?"

Finally, they let go, and I sit up.

**No POV**

Y/n stares at Ink for a few moments before asking, "Are you okay now?" "Yeah." Was the stiffened reply that came from the skeleton. He was afraid of Y/n... Of what they would do to him. Ink didn't dare meet their eyes after what he had done to them, and what they had said. "Thank you." Was the unexpected reply coming from his human-clone that made him maintain eye contact. "What?" Ink questioned.
Y/n shrugged, "Although you may have underestimated how much the vial would influence given the situation, I'd say that it was pretty good of you to at least expose me it's effects. I'm not saying you'll get away with anything like this again like you have, or that you should continue building on the mistake you have made. I'm saying if you ask and I agree, I will take a vial as you see fit as long as I'm in someone's sights so I don't end up harming myself like I said I would end up doing."

It takes a moment of buffering for both Error and Ink before one of them gets it.  "ThEIr sAyIng 'DoNt Do THaT aGaIn wiThoUT peRmiSSion" Error was the one who understood first, and then made sure to dumb it down for Ink, who then squeaked in joy and flung himself at Y/n with no intention of letting go. Y/n cracked an empty smile as always when they were 'amused', before turning to Error and Bff/n, saying, "Well at least someone likes giving me hugs."
Bff/n was quick to deny the statement, making sure to let Y/n know that they liked hugging them, but was simply too busy and vice versa to have time for a long-lasting hug (some with haphephobia [fear of touch] when they feel comfortable and safe around someone will be okay with that person's touch. It's sorta like that with Y/n and Bff/n, but not Error and Ink for obvious reasons aka AU disagreements n' stuff) and Error shrugged, "I don't know you." Responding even though the statement from Y/n wasn't aimed at him, just because he wanted the attention (which he did not get).