The stranger backed up but stopped. Ok, Error was angry. Don't know why, but we could work on that. The closer Error got to Outer, the more he panicked. When you panic, all rational thinking goes out the window. Outer began to sing. Might as well go out with a bang, right?
When Error had grabbed his neck, not with much force, he opened his mouth and began to sing quietly.
Called to the devil and the devil did come
I said to the devil, "devil do you like drums?
Do you like cigarettes, dominoes, rum?"
said only "sundown, Sundays, Christmas"
Error froze, but took Outer's arm in his mouth and began to tear it off.
Outer let out a strangled yell but kept singing.
Some day's end when I need a few friends
Now and again I could never hope to keep them
Thought to give friends what I thought that they wanted
Never had they needed a good friend as I've been
Soon Outer couldn't sing anymore, because he was dusting.
Error stopped when only a pile of dust remained. He giggled softly and raked his hand through the sand-paper like substance. He liked the song and asked Outer to sing it again a couple of times. When he received no answer, he kicked the pile of dust and flinched when he heard a portal open behind him.
"ERROR, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Ink screeched. Error snarled and looked behind him. He couldn't see anything except red. Error lunged and Ink dodged. It was just like the times before, except Ink thought that Error had changed.
This continued for a few hours. Back and forth, like a grandfather clock. The clock broke when Error stumbled and fell, Ink was on him in a flash.... untill Error started screaming and clutching his head. He was screaming "Hit me, Hit my head" Over and over again.
It was like a dog, that was in pain. You love that dog and don't want it to suffer, so you go to the vet and have that dog put down. Ink obliged.
Error got up, tears in his sockets, bent down and was sick so violently Ink swore he saw a rib or two come up as well. Ink looked closer and froze.
... that wasn't sick.
woke up with blood under my fingernails uuuuuuuu
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The glitch, and the blot. {Sorta Errink}
FanficInk wants to create Error wants to destroy But they need to get to know eachother to figure out... That Ink needs a friend And Error needs help
