Can't You Listen?

Chapter 11

            He stood there in the dust-layered snow. His breaths were heavy and choked. His eyes are wide with horror. He couldn't move, couldn't feel, just numb. The dust is heavy in the air and everywhere you look. Scatter of blood along the ground and on his bones and jacket. He felt dirty.

        "I'm sorry" He managed to choke out. Was that all he could say after what just happened? After all their cries for mercy? For the pain to end? No, he doesn't know what to say or do, it wasn't even his fault. 

      What happened?

   His mind put the past hour or so on a loop, repeating the torture forever with no end.

        "I am so so so sorry..." He repeated once more. He felt guilty. It was a painstakingly slow death for them, and he had to watch. He didn't just hear, hear their pain, the screams of desperation, of fear, of loss...

         He doesn't belong here. 

        A black little skeleton, the new Error, currently is walking around as if nothing matters to him. His jacket dragged in the dust-layered snow. It gave a soothing feeling in its odd way. He stood in front of the shop window that reflected the only monster left in this Au. His eyes flickered, revealing a red iris ring with the yellow. He turned his head and continued with the path, always looking down at his feet, counting his steps to busy his mind. Distract himself. 

   He had a nice big smile on his face.

       He was hoping for a way out. A way out of this place that had so many monster' dusts.  He did this to them, so shouldn't he feel proud? Happy? Not so empty and contemplating his existence? Oh, yes he is, so very proud of himself for doing something so trivial. He hopes to get some karma out of this, good or bad, something to prove what he did matters.

        To let everyone know that soon, they could all-

        A portal opened up not too far away from his face. He flinched back and ran, quickly away from whoever summoned that thing.

           Who stepped out? No other than the creator himself. To be honest, he was just here to evaluate the problem as he thought there was a flaw in the code that did this. "Great, another mistake. I wonder what's causing this? Oh! Maybe this is a sign!" He happily jumped around, taking in everything.

          He found nothing new, so he started to patch things up.

         Error watched from a tree branch. He was kinda impressed the creator came here, alone, defenseless, and an easy target. He sighed in disapproval. Error wondered briefly what it was like to have someone talk to you, someone who isn't cursing your existence. Ink seems to be saner than him, so he has to have plenty of friends. 

          "I wish..." Error thought out loud. He believed that wishes should be said out loud so it can be heard by others. Higher chance of you accomplishing it. 

         "I wish..." What does he wish for? Salvation? Help? Friends or family? So many options and so little care. 

         Ink has it all, doesn't he?

           Well, Error is surviving which is more than enough. He didn't have a home, friends, bonds, reason, purpose, hope, discipline, specialty, and most of all, no one to wish upon.

        He stretched in the tree and lazily laid against it. Maybe the creator will leave in a few minutes. Enough time to catch some sleep.