Error POV
Ink took me to a therapist office. I asked if she'd go with me since, I knew it wouldn't go well otherwise.
It was about four months ago I agreed to go and it took forever to find one that was in an underground au.
"Do we have to be here?"
She looked at me and smiled sadly. I know the answer but, I changed my mind. I don't wanna talk to a therapist. So I'm not going to.
"Error, I know this is scary but you might like it."
"Very unlikely. Very very unlikely."
She kissed my cheek.
"Well, at least you're trying it. That's all I can ask."
...fuck. That look she gave me was so happy and optimistic. She expects me to talk to this guy doesn't she? Fuck!
We were called back so I begrudgingly fallowed Ink.
"Ok, welcome. Now, I understand that you have some mixed feelings about being here Error. Why is that?" He asked.
I looked at Ink, she nodded and held my hand.
"Um...I don't know who you are?"
"That's perfectly alright. We'll go at a slow pace so you feel comfortable with talking to me. Does having Ink here make you more comfortable here?"
"...I'm not sharing my weaknesses."
"Error." Ink said.
"Fine. Yes, it does."
"Ok. That's good, we're getting somewhere." He said, writing something on his clipboard.
Ink seemed proud of me just for saying a sentence. I smiled. I like making proud.
"Now I would like to ask how you feel when you're away from Ink."
"Nope."
"That's ok. Let's move on." He said.
I am so confused.
"Ink said that you've tried to commit suicide before, is that right?"
Ink squeezed my hand. I looked over to my wife. She looked afraid.
"Yes..."
He thought for a moment. After an hour of interrogation it was finally over and we could go home
"It wasn't to bad...r-right?" Inky's asked.
"You are not taking me back there."
She sighed and thanked me for at least trying it out. Now what though? I mean, I'm only getting worse. And Ink agrees.
Yet, she's still finding ways to calm me down, help me, even distract me.
And I love her for it. She never gave up. She never has either. Always trying to help. And I try my best to help her as well.
It's probably hard for her to live with the fact that I'm not stable. In any way really. She won't let me kill myself, and she doesn't want me to hurt myself. And yet I try to anyway. And she somehow puts up with it.
I wonder how hard it is to put up with someone like me all the time. It can't be easy. When we got home I just teleported to my anti void.
I need some time to think. And, to figure out how I feel. Right now it's all really really numb and I don't know how to fix it.
Ink POV
Blue and Dream asked how therapy went. I think it went better than we thought it would but, who am I to say?
"It went fine, he didn't really say all to much. And he told me he didn't wanna go back...I don't know what to do now."
"Play a game!" Blue said.
I smiled.
"Sure, that could be fun." I replied.
I wonder where Error went. I went to check on him. He's in the anti void. Good. He's safe. I went back to Dream and Blue.
Now they're asleep to. Ok. Guess I'm on my own. I grabbed my sketchbook and began drawing. Around a half hour later I felt like something was being destroyed.
Error wasn't doing it, I know that much. I decided to discretely check it out. A new sans? And he's hurting the au.
I don't know his name. He looks like me but, not as... well, he has no emotions.
He looked at me.
"Oh, you're the girl one." He said.
"What?"
"I'm Eraser. I'm looking for somebody important. Can you please help me?" He asked.
"I'm sorry... Eraser? But, I can't. In my condition my husband and my friends would not be pleased."
He sighed and jumped through an inky black portal. A lot like mine actually.
My question is... who is he looking for? Oh well, questions for another time I suppose.
