Paint Is Meant To Fade

Chapter 10: Family's All We Have Pt. 1

Ink's POV
      It's been a few weeks since Error told him what happened. He was still unsure on whether he should address the matter with Fell, or leave it alone until something else happens. The small, creative skeleton was even rethinking his choices with Error.
      Should he have forgiven him that quickly? Was that the smartest choice? He could hardly imagine so.
      Ink stood outside the room Error was staying in. He placed food out in the entrance and would stare at Error, who, for the time being, would lay in the spare bed without the slightest sign of getting mentally better. The worlds have lost their destroyer. In some ways, this was excellent news. But in this case, the monsters of all timelines and AUs, have lost their creator.

Fell's POV
      He stared off at the wall on the adjacent side to his bed. Error's screams were ringing in his skull, long and glitchy. Why had he done that, again? It's been a while since then. Ink had halted all ties with UnderFell. Never visiting. And if he did, Fell hadn't noticed. It was understood. He had brutally tortured Error when he was at a disadvantage. Not only that, but he's taken away the destroyer of AUs. There wasn't really a need for the creator and protector to check on Pacifist timelines.
      So now, Fell was left to breathe in the scents of Stretch's sweatshirt. Oh how Fell wished to have Blue's bandana, but he had used it to blind Error for the many hours he had the glitch tucked under his will.
          BuBump.
      His soul was beating furiously. A sickening drop in his chest, and he felt his soul levitate, bringing Fell with it.
          BuBump.
      "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."
          BuBump.
      That voice.... Is that?-
          BuBump.
      An excruciating jolt of lightning seemed to zap through him, and his question was answered when thick, black paint wrapped itself around Fell's soul.

Ink's POV
      He shouldn't be doing this. But who else will? The midnight paint formed tight, leather bands around the skeleton's shoulders, elbows, hands, kneecaps, and ankles. He let the skeleton fall to the bed beneath him.
      "Answer the damned question," Ink growled. Fell trembled, and turned away. This burned Ink's bones, and in a fit of fury, sent a barrage of bone attacks at Fell, which crashed into him with what seemed like what lead to severe repercussions. Fell shuddered, and Ink dropped into a world alight with nothing he'd ever seen.
      Ink stood in a long, ominous hallway, stained with a dark, crimson red wallpaper. At each of the points, where the wall met the ceiling, and the wall touched the floor, was blinded by gold.
      The skeleton searched for any stand out details to tell him where he was, and found two, opposing windows with dove-like curtains shutting off the views.

((I'm sorry this chapter was so short. I really wanted to have this cliffhanger for you guys and I continued procrastinating on writing this until today from drawing. Thanks a lot obsession with art. I really appreciate it. Gawd. So rude. XD Well, I hope you like this part one! Goodbye my Sweethearts!))