Tattoos

Meltdown (2)

At this point, Error considered slapping the lost skeleton before him. Ink was shaking and crying, his mind and body somewhere he could never reach. What could the not destroyer do? What would shake these dark thoughts away and recapture his attention?

Error began to panic, fear wrapping around his soul like his strings used to do to others'. He didn't know what to do, and his skull filled with thoughts of how incapable he was. How uneducated he really was. But now was not the time to allow his thoughts to think about himself. Up to this point Error could never escape those thoughts, but in this moment, seeing how broken the love of his life was, nothing mattered except Ink.

Error stood up, holding Ink tightly, one arm under his knees, the other firmly holding his shoulders. He let out a short breath, concerns trying to suffocate the Destroyer. He ignored the weight of the world, and moved even though he felt weak. His vision was blurring with errors, and his body and breathing were glitching badly.

He was unable to think of anything. He simply held Ink close to his chest, sobbing violently into his shoulder. Air left his body faster than he could catch it, and nearly sent himself into a hyperventilating fit.

"I-I-I-In-nk-k-k-k..." He couldn't speak. He would have to calm down before any clear words would form. At this rate, he'd crash.

Somehow, the harsh sounds of Error's scratchy tears reached his non-existent ears. Ink's chest hurt, and he didn't mind the pain from his tattoos, he minded the utter soul ache from the pain displayed before him. Reguardless of whether or not he actually had a soul, didn't matter.

His limbs were heavy, and he couldn't move. His body was in shock from such a sudden, and extreme breakdown. He'd have to wait before he could help Error. Both needed to breathe.