I Hope You Die, I hope We Both Die

Chapter 1

Ink sat somewhere in the courtroom, towards the back, Swap at his side. He was looking towards the front at Error, who was dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit instead of his usual garments. He looked angry, really pissed off, and Ink enjoyed every second of it. Dream finally came down off the witness stand and sat on the hard bench beside Ink, a worried look adorning his face. Ink paid no mind, chalking it up to nerves about the case like everyone else was feeling. Ink didn't understand that, who could be nervous at a time like this? Error was the only one who should be nervous.

While Dream sat to his right, Swap was on his left. His head hung low and Ink could hear how he breathed shallowly and could feel how his body shook slightly-as their shoulders were touching. Ink also just assumed it was unnecessary nerves, and was sure he would calm down. He hoped Dream wouldn't notice though as he was sure that if he saw Swap's current state they would both be dragged out of the room to calm him down. Ink didn't want that, he would much rather watch Error be torn down as his fate was sealed by testimony after testimony than he would watch Swap be unnecessarily emotional.

It took multiple days for the trail to finally come to a close. Ink had sat on the same bench, day after day, watching as what he could only assume was hundreds of people went to the stand. Ink couldn't understand how emotional they were, but he didn't care as long as it helped Error get convicted. Most of them had lost everything due to Error, so their emotions were high and irrational, at least in Inks opinion. Ink could see how Error was trying to keep a cool face, but the way he scowled and clenched his fists showed everyone that he was not-in fact-calm in his moment.

He tried to act like he didn't care at all, despite the situation, but everything about him showed the opposite. Sure, he didn't care about the pain he caused these people, he actually enjoyed watching a multitude of both humans and monsters crying about how he destroyed their lives, but he did care that he was here. He cared that he got caught and cared that he could no longer carry out his mission of mass genocide.

It was hours of stories of pain and suffering on the fourth day before the trial officially came to a close. Everyone was tired, angry, and when the judge came out and stood before them, they were hopeful that this monster would be put behind bars. Ink smiled gleefully, scooting to the edge of his seat, his leg bouncing at the verdict he was so excited to hear. There were so many possibilities of what they could do to him. Execute him? Imprison him? Torture him? Ink had so many thoughts running through his mind, each worse for Error than the last, and he waited excitedly to hear what the painful reality of his 'dear friend's situation was.

The judge called Error's name, gaining the attention of everyone-except Ink who turned out when he started talking about some legal jargon that he didn't care about. He just kinda leaned back in his chair and started messing around with the yoyo Fresh gave him. He only started paying attention again when Dream hit his leg, gaining his attention right before the judge announced his sentence. Ink looked back up at the judge, slipping his yoyo back into his pocket as the judge looked up from his paperwork and spoke to the whole room.

"And as the price for your crimes you will be spending the rest of your life in the highest security mental health institute in the Multiverse." The judge announced.

There were a lot of mixed reviews from the audience, but everyone was very verbal about their opinions. Whether they were happy that Error was being locked away and they were safe, or angry that his punishment was so light in comparison to the things he had done. But the worst reaction belonged to Error.

His face dropped and the fake calm demeanour was home in a split second, replaced with a scowl. If his magic wasn't being restrained by the handcuffs he was chained with he would've attacked everyone in that room right then and there, but he couldn't. The glitches that covered his body fizzled and got even worse as he realised his predicament and he looked like a mixture of stressed and pissed the fuck off.

Ink on the other hand was laughing his ass off. He was so loud that both of his teammates gave him concerned looks as he just kept laughing and laughing like a hyena. Swap and Dream locked eyes, Swap looked disgusted and Dream looked like Ink was unstable. But as they heard Ink calm down a little they both tried to get rid of the looks, as not to raise any suspicion from their friend. The two of them both knew that Ink was a little out of his mind, but the way he laughed his ass off at the idea of someone-even someone as evil as Error-suffering was just the icing on the cake.

As they took a screaming and fighting Error out of the room-they had nothing to fear, Error had magic resistors on. Three one each arm-out to the waiting van, Dream looked even more nervous.

"Inky, let's talk in the hall?"

"Yeah!" Ink stood up and began to make his way out to the hall.

Dream shut the large door, and Ink noticed the two security guards there.

"What is this?" Ink asked.

"You're..." Dream sighed, as the guard grabbed Inks arms, placing resistors on his arms. "Going with Error."

(Two hours time skip)

Ink was very angry. That's all he felt. All the paperwork had been completed, and now he was in a cold room, being forced to strip naked in front of a doctor and guard. He couldn't do anything, as he was outnumbered. They did this to make sure he wasn't smuggling things into the hospital.

Ink reluctantly took off his clothing and let the doctor do all of her checks. Once it was done, they let Ink dress into a thin hospital gown, and took him to his room in a wheelchair.

The room was nothing special, a blue set of walls, a desk and two beds. Was he going to have a roommate? Maybe it was Dream. He was crazy, everyone knew it. Okay, maybe NOT everyone, but Dream is a little cuckoo.

Ink got out of the wheelchair and flopped on his bed, back down. He was not wearing anything under the robe and it would open otherwise, and he didn't want those bastards to see him anymore.

Maybe Dream would send clothing in? Some comfy sweaters and loose pants. Something comfortable for a hospital setting. Maybe he would even get some art things. He would just DIE without it.

Ink watched his captors leave, and began to close his eyes. He was so tired from the entire ordeal, but he knew his check in wasn't over. There were still many things left to be done to him. For example, he needed his prints taken and a wash.

Ink rolled over getting comfortable in his holding cell, lifting the blanket over his shaking form. He slowly began falling asleep, too trustful of this new place.