helping hand (12)

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Ink watched in horror as Error began to hurl himself at the edge of the barrier.

he started to howl with pain soon after... but he kept trying.

he kept trying

In fifteen minutes Error had started to smoke, but he was wearing himself out.

If he was a human, he would have been covered in blisters, but skeletons don't have skin. {or ecto-bodies you disgusting piece of-}

Error had given Ink one last pitiful glare as his legs gave out under him and he collapsed in the centre, looking like a dead fly in a glass.

Ink was trembling as he deactivated the 'protective' barrier and ran towards the smoking clump of fabric.

Still tense and with steady tears flowing from his sockets he reached Error and looked at his skull.

His face was set in pain and he was visibly shaking. smoke pore off of one side of his skull. Ink concluded he would be out of a while.

He carefully turned Errors skull to the side to reveal some pretty nasty burns. Ink cringed.

''what was going through your head?''

Ink took out his paintbrush, took Errors hand and for the second time, rifted to his home.



PPPPFTHHHBBBBBHELP

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