Do You Get It?

Falling Down

The Creator

We all sit around the papers like we had done earlier this morning. We only have about 3 hours before the human falls, then Sans has to go to his post and guide the human through the puzzles. From what I had heard from Sans during the last visit they had taken a break from the genocide route. And to see the mixed relief of Sans' face was a miracle. But that doesn't mean I don't see the nervousness pass across his face as he stares back at the clock.

And then there is Error who is now finally getting the chance to read the papers. He fiddles with the ace wrap I made him while keeping his head down to the papers on his lap.  I can't help but to think about how long he has been doing this. Destroying for the sake of balance. And he had been doing this all alone. With no one to confide in or to trust. Maybe when this is all over I can make more of an effort to be his friend. More of an effort to be there for him.

I know that this pain is not easy to handle. I place a hand gingerly on my head, the pain growing in intensity. I see Error's fingers start to unravel the ace rap quickly and subconsciously. We are both feeling the effects of our burdens. After only a few seconds of waiting I hope that Error notices that we are going to have to bring this up. He is going to have to create soon...so I can destroy.

After a few moments I realize he is too enthralled in the papers. I don't want to embarrass him in front of Sans, so I discretely nudge his shoulder. His head whips up with a surprised sense of fear, but calms when he sees me. I try to silently communicate that I want to see him out in the hall, but a sharp clip of pain rolls around in my skull. When he sees the strings starting to roll down my face as tears, he receives the message. "Hey Sans, we'll be right back." He says quickly getting up. I weakly hold out my hand and he helps me off the floor.

Thankfully Sans was to enthralled to notice the strings pooling out of my eye sockets. He just nods and continues to jot down notes about the papers. We both make our way quickly into the hallway. The half cracked door leaks enough light for us to be able to see each other. We sit far enough away from the door to be out of ear shot, but we don't go too far into the darkness. We both sit across from each other, leaning against opposite sides of the walls.

I lean my head back against the solid surface and try to count to 10 without screaming. I can feel my eyes flame with magic and strings amassing into my lap. "It's going to be alright." I hear Error say quietly. I can tell he doesn't know what to do or say, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the effort. I want to nod in agreement, but at this point I don't think it will get better. I hear the deathly silence of the hall with hints of clicking of knitting needles. If I had my eyes open, I know I would see Error's shaking hands mend a new square of string.

By the time we had made it into the hall, he was shaking with energy. It was hard to watch all that power build up in him, but it's harder feeling the power roaring out of me. Soon enough I am almost blinding by the outflow of string, my paralyzed fingers grazing the mass of string in my lap. My skull feels as it is being hit repeatedly by a hammer.

I am drowning under the pitch black waves.

I feel Error's hand on my shoulder as he tries to give me something.  But the roar of the waves are too loud. I feel him pull my wrist out of the tangled tears. I hear him tell me something, but I can't listen. "Ink...Ink please...channel the pain..."

I try to do as he says, but I am afraid to let it all out. I am afraid to empty the sea of pain for fear of what I can release. I could cause a lot more destruction than I would want. I could hurt us all. I clench my jaw and slowly release some of the power. And with every second I count down, my vision starts to clear. The strings stop falling and I can finally breath. I blink several times and I finally see the person across from me.