Short Stories

💊Toxic Love II💉 (ErrInk)

Heya guys! Yep back with the Toxic Love! As requested here is part two of Toxic Love! I hope you enjoy!

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

IF YOU CAN'T TAKE ABUSE, RAPE, OR ANYTHING OF IT'S KIND IT SUGGESTED THAT YOU SKIP THIS SHORT STORY!

I DO NOT TAKE RAPE OR ABUSE OF ANY KIND AS A JOKE! IF YOU ARE EXPERIENCING ANYTHING LIKE THIS PLEASE DO NOT BE AFRAID TO REACH OUT FOR HELP AND CONTACT YOUR LOCAL AUTHORITIES! I CAN NOT STRESS TO YOU ENOUGH HOW IMPORTANT IT IS THAT YOU GET HELP!

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

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The house creaked and groaned the quiet squeaking of floorboards was faintly heard. It had been years. Unknown to the skeleton trapped in the house ten years have gone past. The house was now decorated with overgrowth and vines. The paint chipped and wood rotted, it was a pitiful sight, to say the least. Although a small rumor spread by some children who had dared to venture close enough to the house had made its way around the multiverse. 'If you are to get close enough to the house. You'll hear the cries of the dead's SOULs.' something spooky. Maybe it was made up to scare away any trespassers. Or, maybe it was true. No one would know, no one dared to get close to the house out of fear. It seems yet again today's the day were the rumor seems all too real. Crying could faintly be heard from behind the rotting wood of the old, untaken care of house. A black boned skeleton laid in the floor and cried for MERCY as the one he had thought to love him more than anything. Beat him brutally. He cried out apologizes and sputtered out protests. This only seemed to worsen the abuser's anger. "SHUT IT YOU FILTHY MONGREL!" The taller artistically dressed skeleton roared. The smaller quickly quieted himself and looked up at the taller in fear. "Get  R I D of it." Ink demanded in a strict tone. He looked down at Error's stomach in furry his hands tightly clenched into fists. "Wh-what!?" Error sputtered out. He was happy to hear his glitching voice hadn't been there when he spoke or he'd be punished...Ink hated his glitching...His voice seen as ugly and disgraceful. Ink growled and kneeled down grabbing Error's chin roughly and forcing him to look him in the eye. "Get rid of it. Unless. You want to disobey me. Then I'll just have to think of another punishment." Ink grinned as Error seemed to wither in fear. As if on instinct he slowly wrapped his arms around his stomach tears starting pour faster from his eye sockets. "P-please. Don't make m-mE."Error's eyes widened at the sound of his glitching voice and shrunk back in fear. A slap met his face making him quiver and shrink farther back into the ground below him. Ink growled "Such a disgusting voice. You're lucky I even keep you around. No one would love you with that voice as I do." Error whimpered and nodded not daring to protest or tell him otherwise. Ink grinned at this and leaned down to Error "Oh, and since you wish to disobey my orders. To the room, you go~!" He sang as he picked up the frightened glitch. Error whimpered but dared not utter a word. They passed a broken mirror in the hall blood decorating the edges of the broken glass. To Ink, it was art, a beautiful reminder of what he's capable of. To Error it was a reminder of a nightmare, something that he will never be able to escape. Ink set Error down on the bed of the room. It was stained with blood, dust, tears and...-- moving on. Error shivered and hugged himself tightly. Ink left the room the loud, thundering sound of his footsteps was enough to make Error crumble in fear. He looked around the dark room the mirror sat in front of the door. Oh, how Ink loved to admire his handy work after he was finished. Error glanced over himself in the broken mirror. He was filthy not that you could tell from his black bones. He was covered in blood stains as well as tear stains. Remains of what Ink would do from time to time, stained his legs and hips. His eyes were dull, he never seemed to smile anymore. The only thing new about his appearance was his baggy dress like shirt that hung off his frail, starved bones, and the small glow that came from under his shirt. A small SOUL sat in his stomach were it floated around weakly. The poor magic supply Error could barely even give to the SOUL was most likely going to be its death. Error let out a shaky breath. The sound of Ink's footsteps startled him making him jump slightly. He looked away from the mirror no soon then Ink loomed over the smaller grinning. Error didn't say a word as Ink held a blood-stained knife in his hand tightly. He slowly lifted the knife "Oh, what's with that face~?" Ink asked in a sadistic tone his grin growing at the sight of Error's fear. "You're keeping the baby, don't worry. You just won't have something for a long while in return." Ink then quickly slashed the knife over Error's eyes. The glitch let out a scream and backed away shutting his eyes quickly. The searing pain of this action shot through his body like alarm bells... Ink had taken away something precious to the glitch. Eyesight. Ink laughed and pinned Error down making the smaller squirm trying to get away. The artistic skeleton laughed and continued with his actions slashing the knife quickly across his eyes over and over again. He listened to the glitch's screams and cries as he did so. A smile on the painter's face said it all. This may as well have only been the beginning.