Paint Is Meant To Fade

Chapter 7: Shot Down

Error's POV
      He was awoken by some overwhelmingly powerful force. That something tugged at the blanket and cool air rushed along and through his distraught form. The mysterious force gripped his ankle and pulled him back. They turned Error's head to them and he heard the deafening *CRUNCH* and the familiar sensation of pain jutting through his skull. This felt almost like it were real, but he knew better than that. The skeleton that stood before him was milky white, and a furious expression in his eyes. He didn't need anything else to know who it was.
      "I-INk....?"
      The skeleton's hand wrapped around his cervical vertebrae and hoisted Error up.
      "Heh. Wrong answer, BUKKO. Now who's ready to have a good time?"
      He couldn't answer, and when he felt strength to form words, the skeleton socked him in the ribs. Error grimaced, and attempted to focus on who it was instead of the pain.
      A faint golden glow shimmered slightly from somewhere around his jawline. A sudden burst of blood red magic spiraled from the skeleton's left eye socket, and it curled itself around the immobile glitch.
      Error pictures it then. This mystery skeleton crushing him and tossing his dust up and Ink would wrap his arms around Error's murderer and kiss him. They would call this day as the greatest day of the year. They would commemorate his passing with cheerful colors.
      This would end it all. This skeleton could, and surely would, end it. But at least Ink would be happy to hear Error's death and his precious AUs would be safe. Ink's happiness was all he could ask for. A strange sensation ran through him. Something he's felt only one other time in his life. And that was acceptance. Acceptance that he loved Ink, and to show this, he will die. But that was alright. It's not like Ink ever felt the same. And that one skeleton's opinion meant everything to him. So now, if this murderer really was Ink, or was sent by him, Error was ready to die...
      "You killed them. You F**KING KILLED THEM!"
      ....what....?
      "And now.... You destroyer.... I will kill.... Your light," he knew what they meant, and he wished so badly that he could escape. That he could die in peace. They weren't going to be kind tonight.
      The magic brought Error closer to his captor and he could feel their breath on his bones. Even despite the almost feverish heat he was feeling from before, a chill snaked down his spine. He could see them now, at least. So whoever it was, at least he wouldn't be a blind idiot through this. Just.... An Idiot. The aura around him vanished and they slammed him down on the bed. Pain imbedded itself in his bones, and the skeleton above him tightened his grip on Error's wrists to the bedpost. The opposite hand pulled out a bloodied scarf and quickly used his mouth and free hand to tie it around Error's eye sockets.
      "Can you recognize this? It's Blue's. Thanks to you, now it's mine," the skeleton growled, and reached under Error's shirt. He let out a gasp of pain as the other tore out one of his lower ribs.
      "What irony. I was sure, when I grew tired and eventually killed Ink, you'd be the one doing this to me. Yet look what happened. Sometimes, I really enjoy your cowardice." They released Error's hands and he felt something long and powerful collide with his cheekbone. His rib.
       A thwack rattled his bones and he felt a hand wrap over his mouth and that same ghastly voice breathe menacingly into his ear, "I'll make you scream for what you've done, Error. You should've known not to have messed with UnderSwap. Now, I think it's fair UnderFell messed with you."

And it began.