Paint Is Meant To Fade

Chapter 6: Highlight the name to the Fallen child...

((10 points to whoever figures out the title and tells me in the comments))

Ink's POV
      Error was shivering beneath him, and Ink's eyes travelled across the black skeleton. He supposed you could say Error was chilled to the bone? They were enthralled in each other's eyes. Sinking into the murky, crimson pupils the creator's friend held. What was happening? He had to stop this. They were friends. But were they? Error broke the promise they made what seemed to be eons ago.
      "Ahem. Is the Freshest Broseph breakin down the slick slide party up in here?"
      Oh god no.
      "Or is this Fresh Fantastic Dude bringin it UP!"
      It's him.
      Ink quickly hopped off of Error, turning to face the one and only....

              Fresh.

      Ink felt his sins crawling up his back, and glared at the neon highlighter. He shouldn't have even been on top of Error. He should've figured out a way to not go down the more sexual route. It was his fault Fresh caught them like that. Now the 90s skeleton was going to make assumptions. Error groaned and rolled over so his face was in the pillow. And this left Ink to do the explaining.
      "N-no. I-WE weren't doing anything. Error's in heat, and I don't know why, but I was trying to... To, uh.."
      Fresh smirked and shook his head, although it was hard to tell whether he was disagreeing or simply with disbelief.
      "Righto my colorful Skelebro. I get'cha. Just a pal helpin out a pal right? Rock on ya." Fresh finger-snapped at Ink.
      "Besidios that. I came tah tell you, my colorful Broseph, that we got some a dem survivors from UnderSwap. The Skelebros. I brought 'em to the void. But they don't diddly got much time left. So maybe Inky could snag a certain Fell?"
      It took a moment for Fresh's words to sink in. Blue and Stretch were alive, and in the anti-void. Alright. This is good. But they don't have much time? Did Fresh mean they were going to die? They must be in severe shape then. And a certain- Ink you idiot.
      The creator pulled his paintbrush out instantly and painted a portal to UnderFell.

Error's POV
      It hurt. Oh god it hurt so much. He was a godawful heated idiot that didn't deserve Ink's kindness. This excruciating pain is what he needed. What Ink wanted him to have. And the cheery skeleton had a right to want Error in pain. For all the trouble he's caused.
      And now, at the sound of a portal opening and closing, Error was filled with relief. Now he could suffer like he rightfully should. No one caring that he was too weak to even have a say in what was happening.
      Drifting off, he felt cold, boney fingers wrap around his shoulder. It would be no use to shove the person off, so he stayed still. Well, as still as Error could be. The icicles pulled him away from the pillow to their face. Fresh stared at him.
      "Mah unrad Broseph? Glitchy? Wanna tell your bro here why Inky had tah be innin that? It's not real slick of you," the skeleton asked. Or was it an insult? Error supposed it to be both.
      Unable to form words, Error stared weakly at Fresh.
      "Got it my Broseph. Nap time. I'll watch the UnderSwapSkelies, and you, my brother, will catch yourself some Zzz's," and with that, Fresh laid Error's head back down, and rolled through a portal to leave him alone with the pain and his thoughts.
       His horrible, morbid, suicidal thoughts...

Ink's POV
      "Fell! Fell?! I think you need to-umph!" Ink body slammed into the skeleton whom he had just been calling their name. Fell stared at him for a moment, frozen and unblinking, before asking him why Ink was here.
       "Fell.... You need to see something in the void. Or- someones," Ink breathed, and Fell nodded at him.
       The creator opened a portal and held Fell's hand as he stepped through. It led to an open part of the anti-void, wide and never ending. He spotted the skeletons several yards away, and he was almost sure it was a trick of the mind, because Ink wasn't sure whether or not the UnderSwap bros could be alive at the point they seemed to be at.
         Stretch's skull was almost completely shattered, with the broken pieces protruding from along his cheekbone. He had one fingerless arm wrapped around his small brother, blood dripping down Blueberry's back. His other arm lay in his lap, and his bulky, orange hoodie sleeve hung loose by his side. Swap Paps's left leg was turned at what looked like the most painful angle, and his shoe to that leg had fallen off at some point to reveal a shattered heel bone and only one toe.
      Then, Ink's gaze travelled to Sans. The usually cheery skeleton had a darkened hue about him. A thick, midnight black trail ran across his skull. The crack was large enough for someone to stick their hand through, and- Blueberry's femur hung limply at the constituent of the crack, blood running, Crimson and yellowish from the cartilage. His knee cap lay a few feet away, chipped and greyed. The thin fibula bone was detached from it's partner, and instead, was jammed into Blue's side. A rib was hanging to his sternum by a thread.
      Fell rushed over, a terrified look to his face. He stopped just short of crashing into Stretch and Blueberry before falling to his knees and beginning to cry. The broken skeletons reached out and held him the best they could.
      Ink felt a shudder run across his spine. He knew subconsciously to stay out of this. So the creator stood at where the portal once was, viewing the tragedy before him in sadness.
      "STRETCH! *hic* BLUE?! WH*sniff* WHAT HAPPENED TO Y*hic*O...u.." Fell cried, gripping their clothes as if it could keep them from turning to dust.
      "We're fine, bucko. Just- a little achy," Stretch's voice was still strong, but by the way he said it, told Ink otherwise.
      "Fell... Please.... Be kind to them, Fell." Blueberry gave Fell a peck on the cheekbone, and Stretch did the same.
      Then, the two Swap brothers spoke in unison, "We love you, Fell," and turned to dust.
      Fell shook with the tears falling to the ashes at his feet. And peeled off his jacket, throwing it aside. Fell pulled on the orange sweatshirt and tied Blueberry's scarf around his visible wrist joint. The skeleton turned and walked towards Ink. And he kept walking. He didn't stop to look at the paint geek. He continued, till Ink couldn't see him anymore.
      Ink looked back at the dust. It hurt him so much to think he recognized it. Of Ink recognized a monster's dust.

Thanks to some fallen child...