Ink's POV
A steady light emanated from the right hand window, and Ink's curiosity got the better of him. From where he stood, he could see himself, Error, and two children. Both looking quite similar to the glitch. Error wore a scarf and his glasses, which was surprising. Considering how self-conscious he was with the lenses. The four skeletons were outside near a forest to one side. Along the other, was an interminable view of wheat. Wheat growing with a single farmhouse in the golden center. The way Ink was looking down at them from afar, made him feel omnipotent.
Ink's arms were outstretched to one of the children. The skeleton had carnivorous pointed teeth and a black boned body. The child's body glitched sporadically, and stumbled, falling to his hands and knees. Ink encouraged him to continue and the child excitedly obeyed.
"C'mon! You're doing it! Yes, perfect!" Ink was shouting, smiling widely at the child. The youth Ink was coaxing wore dirty overalls that were torn at the knees, with a cozy looking red shirt underneath.
"InK! neEd ANy HeLP?" Error called with his forever glitching voice. The Ink leading the child shook his head and just as he did so, the kid stumbled into the creator's arms. Ink hoisted him up and gave the child a bear hug.
The four skeletons were laughing happily. Ink wanted to watch the scene forever, but the sound of crying caught his attention.
The window on the opposite wall was calling to him, begging for his eye sockets to at least cast themselves upon them. He turned away from the cheerful view and looked into the second window.
The Ink through the glass was crying, slicing his boney arm with a blade. The room was too dark to analyze how the knife's steel and hilt were designed, but part of what he could see, was the thick, running blood lather the knife. A pile of dust sat in front of the Ink through the window and the blood had begun to spread, clumping a monster's remains together. Fell was there, gripping tightly to the back of Ink's neck and coercing him to continue cutting.
"C'mon you idiot. You failed us all," the skeleton growled. The depressed skeleton trembled and the sound of metal hitting cold stone vibrated all around.
A weight began to form in Ink's soul, and he tore away from the tragic view. He began to run. As fast as he could, he would run. And run and run and run. Until he couldn't feel. Until he couldn't breathe. Until the world froze around him and sent Ink right out of existence.
"wAIt!" The voice called, catching him off guard. Ink glanced back. The Error from the cheery window stood there. The glitch ran to Ink, and crashed into him, wrapping his arms around the small artist. Error looked up at him, and Ink saw the sadness in his eyes.
"I AsKEd yOU If YOu nEedED AnY hELp." The skeleton whispered, burying his skull in Ink's scarf. Ink felt hot tears begin to form, and turned away so Error couldn't see.
"I don't," he said, trying as hard as he could to keep his voice steady. The glitch didn't need to guess. It was obvious how much Ink did need help.
"WEll, tHat'S a LiE," he whispered. "TaKE a DeEP bREath. CoUnT tO sIX. cAN yOu Do tHAt fOR mE?" Error's voice vibrated in his skull, and a pounding against his ribs was a subtle not so subtle sign of his rising heartbeat.
Their eyes connected, and the unspoken words he'd wished to share with his best friend teleported from each other's eye sockets.
"I need to be happy, Error. Can you... Help me..? Ink's voice quivered. The glitch smiled.
"I'm GlAD yOU aSkeD."
Ink was jolted back into the bedroom. Fell was knocked unconscious on the floor, and Ink could catch just a glimpse of a few broken bones.
He stumbled back. Did he do this? The creator opened a portal, and hopped through, praying this was all a bad dream.
<several weeks later>
Error had finally made progress. He hasn't left the room, but he had started eating, which was wonderful in Ink's eyes.
Tucking the plate of food with one arm wasn't quite so easy. He'd been punishing himself in different and frustrating ways. It was what Ink considered his penance for hurting Fell, and not trusting Error. He wouldn't make that mistake again.
He knocked on the door, and Error peered out. He seemed cold, weaker than usual, and deathly pale. Error... Was trembling.
"Error? Do you want to talk about it?"
He asked. The glitch shook his head, and before Ink could ask why, Error bolted past him in a flash, slamming the door shut behind him.
Error's POV
Error couldn't wrap his head around it. He looked down at the floor as he ran, lost in thought. The tests. It- Oh stars. He... He was...
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Paint Is Meant To Fade
FanfictionIt's been years since there's been an imbalance. Ink and Error were friends now. What they thought was a dangerous and unreliable dream became reality. Error's emotions draw him closer to the creator, as if something were pulling on his heartstrings...
