No Empty Promises [Ink X Error] FINISHED

"Emotions Suck" Chapter Nineteen

Third Skeleton (-3-)

           Ink stormed upstairs to his bedroom, tears still flowing from his eye sockets. The past two weeks have been too much for him to handle- death would help with everything. It would strengthen the AU's, it'd make ERROR and his team happy. But what about blueberry and Dream? They still don't know where he is. Are they okay? Are they dead? If they were dead... Where were they? How are they doing? Ink cried harder, flopping onto his bed with barely any strength left. A faint meow echoed under his bed, making him sniff and calm down. He looked up and saw ERROR's kitten looking at him confused. Of course, he was only a kitten. He wouldn't understand... Ink layed his head back down, breathing shakily and trying to sleep. The kitten walked over to Ink, nudging his head and putting. Ink giggled, wiping away his tears and petting the dark blue kitten and his scarf.

           "I'm sorry you had to see that," Ink apologized, "ERROR's just been an asshole." He hissed, chuckling after. "He's been such a liar.  Saying he saved me from Nightmare at that party, saying we were friends, acting like he liked me.  He was just tolerating me." Ink frowned, sighing as the kitten curled up beside his chest. "Your lucky, not having to go through this pain and torture.  Why can't I be a cat?  I mean, I know I'm a cat in an AU or something, but I mean...  Oh, never mind, it's pointless trying to explain to a cat," He laughed, wrapping an arm around the kitten and heaving out a well deserved calm breath. "As long as I understand what I'm trying to say it doesn't matter." A thud was heard downstairs, making Ink glare at the door and scoff. "Hope he died..." He didn't really mean that, he still liked ERROR but denied it. Maybe he liked him more than a friend? What the hell! Why do this types of thoughts keep on popping up?! Probably because of that damned dream he had. Why would he have a dream like that? He's never had one like that. Unless it wasn't a dream... No, of course it was a dream. ERROR would never kiss Ink's skull. He hates physical contact! But what about the times he hugged him? Those meant nothing- they were just comforting hugs.

           Ink groaned, rolling on his other side and completely forgetting about the kitten by his side. Something hard hit Ink's side, making him hiss. It was rectangular, get your mind out of the gutter. Ink grabbed inside of his pocket, pulling out whatever inflicted the pain on him. It was.. his phone. He could call someone, tell them to come help! He could call Blueberry, or Dream! The options were endless! He looked at his phone, turning it on and going to his messages. He tried to text Blueberry, but he got no response. Dream was his only option now. He sent Dream a text, saying where he thought he was and he needed help. In one big long text he explained his situation and everything. Even everything ERROR lied about.

-Ink?-

           Oh Satan. Dream texted back! He was okay! He wasn't hurt, he wasn't dead, he wasn't dust!

-Og my Stars! Dreamy!  Are
You okay? Are you hurt? Whereare you?-

-Oh-

-sorry Ink-

-You thought this was Dream right?
Sorry to break it to you but it's not.-

-can you guess who it is?-

-Wheres Dreamy?! I'll dust you if you don't
Let me talk to him!!-

-how can you dust me when you don't
Even know who I am? You can't even
Teleport-

           Now they were just mocking him. What had they done to Dream? Was Dream really dead?