(Ink pov)
I lay motionless underneath a mountain of blankets in a room engulfed in pure darkness. A thick silence hangs in the air.
It's been a week since Error dusted infront of my eyes. I have refused to talk to anybody or take my multicoloured paint vials.
What's the point?
There's no reason to feel any emotions right now anyway.
Not after I ripped Error out of my own arms.
I hug my knees tight to my chest, my paper white eyelights fixed on the wooden floorboards. I trace the patterns engraved into the floorboards with my fingertips, my eyes begging to shut and slip into a soft slumber. A small box like radio sits beside me, a thick layer of dust resting on the top. I switch it on and lose myself in the music, frozen in place as if time has stopped completely.
I wonder if Error would have liked this song.
(Nightmare pov)
Who would have thought.
Error, The Destroyer of Aus, killed by Ink, The Protector of Aus.
It seemed hard to believe at first. How could somebody be ripped out of your life so quick?
Without you even knowing.
I had broken up with Error the day before his death. And I can not express how much i regret it now. It all happened so fast.
Too fast.
I would give anything just to get those last few moments back. To hear his voice.
I sit alone in the living room, the radio playing quietly infront of me. I rest my head in my hands, thoughts rushing through my head. The house is so much emptier without Error here, all the colour has been drained from the walls.
If only Error was here to paint the colour back in them.
(3rd Pov)
As Ink and Nightmare listen to their radios, a song comes on that sounds familiar.
A bit too familar.
