Something More(ErrorInk) (Completed)

Chapter 6 |Broken and Damned

6 months now. That's how long it had been since Ink escaped from Nightmare, with Error clutching on to dear life. It was now Error's 23rd or ao surgery. Ink was starting to doubt that the destroyer would ever open his eyes again.

*Time skip to after the surgery*

Error's POV

I can feel myself waking up. It hurts to move. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to do nothing. It hurts to live. Where...the hell am I? I can hear..a beeping. And some voices...only..they're not coming from my head. I hear a shuffling noise next to me and I decide to open my eyes. It hurts, so much that I want to scream. I see Ink, and I realize that im in a bed, a white room. I start to panic. My body burns with each movement. I scream. Then, next thing I know, blood is spilling from my mouth. I start to choke on my own blood as I panic and scream more. Then, it's dark. I can't see, hear, think. It's just...dark. I see blurry figures rush around me as Ink is pushed out of the room. I want to fight back. But every bone in my body burns and aches, pain flooding my every sense. Then, I stop moving. I can't move. Can't scream, can't do anything. I feel a single salty tear run down my face. I don't want to die now...can't die even if I wanted to. Fate is holding me bqck from crossing that final line. Without even thinking. Without giving it ANY thought, any at all, and before. I can stop myself, I cry out one name. It burns to speak. It feels like my body is on fire. But I can't stop myself. "INK!!!" I don't know why I said it, but I did, and I  could feel hot tears streaming down my face. I see a blurry figure struggle to get past the others. My head hurts. And suddenly im blinded. I cry out Ink's name another time, why can't I control it!? And then, I don't move, and time seemed to stop. I feel arms wrap around me. A warm embrace. It feels...nice. Then, droplets fall onto my face, not being my own of course. And now, I cant move. Can't speak. Can't even think straight. The figured was ripped away from me along with thr warmth and comfort. Why can't I be happy, even just for a few minutes?  That's all I'm asking for... I just...I don't know what I want anymore. I can't  see or hear. My mind goes blank, back into the emptiness.

No POV

Error called out the Creator's name desperately. Soon, the small skeleton was able to push past the doctors and over to Error. He knew that the Destroyer didn't like physical contact, but he thought Error could make an exception. Ink wrapped his arms around the fragile being and sobbed quietly. When the Creator was ripped away, he tried to fight back, screaming at them to let him through once again. It never struck the creator why he cared for the broken glitch so much. He destroyed and killed. But why..? Ink was pullednout into the hallway by a few other monsters as he fought to get back to Error. Soon, Ink gave up. He was told too leave the hospital for the day. Ink went home and paced around his house endlessly. His phone rang multiple times, but he didn't answer. He grew frustrated that he couldn't see Error. He. Could be dead right now f9r all he knew! Axiety guit and anger swelled up inside of him. He went into his kitchen and found a decent kitchen knife. He rolled up his sleeve half way and cut across the bone, leaving a nasty gash, with blood rising from the. Cut. He felt...relieved. He cut again and again until his forearm was covered in cuts qnd gashes. He rolled.down his sleeve and put on the jacket that was around his waist. All he thought about was all the bad things that had happened to Error. How was he able to survive the things Nightmare did to him!? Nightmare. Nightmare was a creature, a thing that was to be damned in the darkest pits of hell. Ink's pupils switched to deep red Xs. Ink's thoughts clouded as he grabbed his brush and teleported. To the place of the Broken...and the Damned.

(Sorry thus this chapter was short. See ya in the next one!)