ErrorInk [Slow Updates]

Error? Are you alright?

[Insert perferred date here]

Alright, well... Ink and Dream suggested that I start a 'journal' or a 'diary' so I can write down all the days activities and thoughts. This is my first entry so... I have no idea how to even start with my emotions other than they're messed up. Badly messed up. But they claim that writing this is supposed to help me so... I guess I'll have to take they're word for it. After all, they have been really nice to me. And honestly, I don't think I deserve it. But I guess if they say I do, I do then.
So basically, I've been staying in Ink's house for the time being because I don't really have anywhere else to go. I owe them a lot. Uhm... make another entry tomorrow.

"Error...? Are you up there?" Ink called up. "Yeah. Where else would I be?" Error called back. "Just saying food's ready when you want it." Ink responded. "M'kay."
     15 minutes.
     45 minutes.
     1 hour 30 minutes.
     3 hours.
     Ink sighed. "Error! You really should come down! I'm getting worried!" No reply. "Error! I'm gonna come up!" Ink yelled, a little more stern. Still no reply. Ink lifted himself off the couch and climbed up the stairs. "Error?" He said and knocked on the door to Error's room. "Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time." Error's muffled voice came through. "Then why didn't you answer?"
"I dunno. Didn't need to I guess."
"How am I supposed to know you're ok if you don't answer?" Ink said, obviously aggrivated. Silence. "Error, answer! You really need to get in the habit!"
"Fine."
"Just come down and eat. Now."
"Uhgmmufffjsgeozvd. I'll be right down."
"I am not moving until you come out of that door!" Ink yelled, which got a groan from Error. But it worked. Error opened the door and stepped out in front of Ink. "There we go. I'm satisfied." Ink smiled. "Now you're coming down to eat."

[Insert date after other date]

So this is day two of journaling. I still don't really get the point. (Of anything). I'm currently writing this while Ink is away checking on the au's. He told me that Dream was on his way shortly to make sure I don't do anything stupid while he was away. But I was thinking earlier... do skeletons bleed? I know about Geno and how he 'bleeds' but that's a different story. I don't really have DT(determination) inside me so... oh, shoot. Dream's here. Talk later.

Dream walked through the door and immediately slumped down onto the couch. "Error? You still in here?" He yelled. "Yup." Came the reply. "Ok. But make sure to come down for a bit. Ink wants you to spend some time out of that room."
"Ok."

Error decided to come down about 15 minutes later. "Alright. I'm down. How long does Ink want me to stay?" He asked. "At least half an hour." Dream replied. "Yay. I'm just beaming with enthusiasm." he said sarcastically. "I can see that." Dream said, the same amount of sarcasm coming through.

The rest was awkward silence.

"Hey. I'm back!" Ink said as he walked through the door. "Sup?" Dream and Error said in unison. "Nothing much." he replied. "Cool. So what are the plans for the rest of the day?" Dream asked. "Uh... well, I did have an idea. But only if Error agrees." Ink said, glancing at Error, which made him nervous.

[Insert date after THAT]

So Ink took me to an au called "Haventale" today. It's basically an au where genocide doesn't even exist. Must be soooooo great. Honestly, I'm jealous. Bleh. Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh.
...
Anyway, good news. I didn't destroy Haventale. Ink is pretty happy about that. Yay. I guess. Is it bad that none of this is helping my emotions at all? All the activities, conversations, socialization. Only thing that is really helping is this journal. Kinda sucks I can only write in it once a day. I wanna write in it all day. Something about it makes me feel good. But once I have to conclude each entry, the depression returns. And now, since I don't get to destroy au's I don't know what to take my anger on. I absolutely REFUSE to take it on Ink or Dream, as they've been so nice to me. But... I've been feeling the urge to take it on myself lately. Oh, by the way, appearently skeletons CAN bleed. If they want to. If their magic is bent on them wanting to bleed, they can. (*I just gave up on logic, ok?*)
...
Don't ask how I figured that out.

Error paced around his room rigidly, since he had nothing else to do. He had just stolen a knife from the kitchen and hid it in one of his drawers. Not that he worried Ink or Dream would find it, they never came in anyway. Thank god.

[Next date]

Ok, so... I've been cutting for a while now. Maybe two weeks. Haven't been writing in my journal since. A little sleep deprived too. But I still REFUSE to destroy any more. Maybe I should just quit cutting and just kill myself. Sorry, no other words are coming. Update if I die.
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Wait... I can't update if I'm dead. Bye.

Ink stared at the lovely scenery before him. Him and Dream were sitting on the fromt steps in front of their house. Ink sighed sadly and looked at the ground. "You ok?" Dream asked worriedly. "Not really. I'm just extemely concerned about Error. He seems to be really fatigued lately. Like he hasn't been getting enough sleep. And then I've noticed he's scratching his arms a lot for some reason, like they're bothering him. Does he have a rash?" Ink informed Dream, who was listening intently. "Well," Dream began, "I'm not sure what to do about his tiredness. As for his arms, it's highly doubtful he has a rash. Y'know, since he's a magical skeleton and all. But you could always just ask Error what's bothering him. Just check his arms yourself. Or I could do it for you if you don't feel comfortable with that." Dream offered, and Ink nodded slowly.  "Yeah... we could." he said before sighing. "I'm gonna go check on him right now. Besides, I imagine he hasn't eaten the breakfast I gave him. You coming with?" Ink stood up and started walking up to the front door. "I would love too, but I've already stayed a tad to long. Gotta go make sure my brother isn't terrorizing anyone. Good luck." Dream waved before teleporting away. "Yeah. See ya." Ink said, even though Dream was already long gone. He stared at the door hesitantly before going in. "Error?" He called.