Perspective

Happiness?

~Fresh

I've seemed to figure out almost everyone that's been trying to help me. Error is a loose trigger, ready to call me out at the slightest slip-up, oh so ready to kill me. Geno was apparently the one that was watching from afar, and as far as I can tell he hasn't tattled on me, so he should at least trust me a little bit. But, Ink, he's almost a complete mystery.

One moment he's impossible to read everything he feels, despite no soul. Then another moment, where I get occasional stares. They don't seem normal, his usually colorful eyes now blank and vacant. It's a bit creepy, but he treats me the best out of the three, and I'm definitely not one to judge.

When I was hanging out with them, he brought me aside, away from Geno and Error. Once we were good ways away, he started up a normal conversation, this, that and another. After what was maybe a few minutes, he finally told me about why led me away from the others. He asked, no, not asked, more like stated that I can't feel.

I was immediately freaked out, was it that easy to tell? Was I doing something wrong? I tried dodging the question, but he was persistent. I couldn't do this any longer, I finally broke.

He smiled, he looked almost understanding? I was a bit fearful about what would happen next. He grabbed a vial from one of the slots on his sash, it flowed yellow, even in a place that was constantly bright, yet dark at the same time. He didn't explain what it was, he just told me to take it, his eyes flickering from those vibrant colors to those cold eyes. I shook a bit as I stared at him, I wanted to accept the offer, but something drove me not to do it.

I reached shakily for it anyways. As I was about to grab it out of his gloved hand, something shot into me, from my hand up. It had come from the vial. Something tingled inside of me that I can't explain. It was a warm sensation, it somehow cleared away the fear in the back of my mind. It felt good, but wrong at the same time. I came into my body, like some kind of aura. I pulled my hand back for a moment, yet it was still there.

I didn't know what to do, I couldn't handle it. Why was it here? Why can something so good, feel so bad? I was internally freaking out, I didn't know what was going on. I didn't want it inside of me anymore. I smiled as best I could, and pushed the vial back to him. He looked disappointed like he so dearly wanted me to take it like he thought I wanted it.

Now, this is up to my speculation on what exactly that was, I'm pretty sure I can never know definitively. Judging by what it did to me, and that Ink wears it on his body, I think I may have an adequate conclusion. It took the bad thoughts and replaced them with the good. It was probably what keeper Ink as colorful in personality as he was, and it kept him from becoming that creepy, soulless husk, with cold, dead eyes. And he wanted to give that ability to me. A chance to get rid of the only thing I've ever known to feel, fear, but at the cost of his own thoughts of possible fear and anxiety taking a hold of him.

Why would he do that?