I should rename this to the book of gore because that's all this thing is by now. Enjoy the gore I s'pose.
(Ink)
„You thought I was finished with you, didn't you? Oh darling, the game hasn't even started yet~"
I purred, looking at Error, who I had pinned down with a few bones. They were freshly made by me, the black ink I had used for them still dripping off the smaller paint brushes I used for them. I grinned at Error, placing my foot on his arm and putting pressure on it until I heard an ugly cracking sound, and Error let out an hiss of pain. He put up a good fight before, but now he's pinned down below me, unable to do anything but watch me getting my fun out of him. I grinned, using another black, paint dripping bone to slice across his already broken arm, making sure he really couldn't use it. Near his wrist, I stabbed the bone through his arm, pinning it to the floor like that. Error tried his best not to yell, only letting another hiss escape him. Soon enough, the lower part of his jacket sleeve was soaked in a mixture of blood and bone marrow, and I grinned. He was so defenseless, so pathetic.
(And you're an asshole Ink T-T)
I'd savor every minute of this, every single bit of Error's suffering, every pained pretty face he made.
(Oh my god I'm gonna switch POV's he's too sadistic for my likings jeez)
I'd remember all of it, and getting a repeat of this would be the best reward I'd get. I yanked the bone stabbed through his arm out, and he finally screamed.
(Error)
I screamed in pain. My entire arm felt broken and messed up, the pain from it coursing through my bones. I couldn't do anything to defend myself. He had me pretty much nailed down on the floor. I tried escaping, but quick enough, Ink pressed me down again as I made just the slightest of progress getting loose. Mentally I was preparing for a long session of suffering, and I knew it was coming.
(Timeskip brought to you by a suffering glitch bitch)
I lost track of time. My entire body felt achy and sore, and the pain... the pain wouldn't stop. Ink seemed to have gotten bored though, getting off me and de-summoning the bones that had held me down. Before he teleported away, he said one last thing to me.
„This game's far from over, darling~"
And then he was gone. I just laid on the floor, unable to move with how broken and battered my body was. My throat felt all raspy from screaming, and I'm sure more than just a few of my bones were broken. I still tried to drag myself into a sitting position though. Still tried to move. No matter how much it hurt.
God, next time I'd get this absolute asshat of a squid, that's for sure.
I was already planning my revenge, and it seemed almost perfect, but the plan was shoved back in my mind and replaced by an annoyingly positive aura.
„Dream?"
I brought out, my voice raspy.
The positive aura got closer, and if I could've, I would've probably fought him off. But instead, I let him kneel down next to me, inspecting every inch of my body before asking:
„Who did this to you?"
And slightly gripping my arm, letting his healing magic course through my bones.
I sighed in relief as I could think about anything else than the pain. As soon as Dream finished healing me, I drug myself into a sitting position, looking up at him.
„To answer your question, it was Ink. He might even come back..."
I strained out. My throat still felt raspy, despite the rest of my body being perfectly fine. Seems like there's some things healing magic can't fix.
„Ink? I didn't think he'd... do such brutal things... this is the first time this happened, isn't it?"
I nodded. It was so strange to me. Ink and me got along just fine before.
Dream seemed just as confused as me, too.
„I thought you got along... but then he does... this..."
Dream said thoughtfully. Seems like he really couldn't make sense of this.
I just sat there in horror, thinking about the last thing Ink said to me.
His sick game had just begun.
//Fetched some inspiration for this. If I'm up to it I might make a continuation for this where Ink and Error have a proper fight. I also 100% messed up Error's personality, bet.
Also, my Angst gets all the flippin reads, it's like you want them to suffer. I mean, fine by me, but jeez. Y'all need some cute fluff in your life.
Anyway, this is all from me for now.
Chao! Out!
