Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Data Exchange

Staying at home did not help Sci. He had another pair of glasses, though he was hesitant to put them on at all. His hand was bandaged, his pinkie still missing. He trembled.

He stood in front of his computers, watching as each one was consumed by static. He knew who it was. And he knew they were already here. "I'm not getting rid of the files." He said in a quiet, raspy voice.

"I-I-I-I-I'm not here f-f-f-for that..." A rope of tightly wound strings hooked under his neck and he was almost suspended. He tried to keep still and calm. He was able to do one of those things. Error stepped out the shadows, his pixels somehow seemed irritated. "Th-Th-Th-The vials."

Sci gulped, though it was hard to do with that thing around his neck. Error kept that twitching, glitching gaze on him. "Wh-Wh-Why are y-y-y-you going to expose I-I-I-Ink?" Right. They were lovers. Not to mention, his vials were his deep dark secret that Sci had discovered. "Those are n-n-n-n-none of your f-f-f-fucking business."

The rope was lifting him gradually higher. Error tipped his head. "I-I-I-I'm willing t-t-t-t-to make a d-d-d-deal, scientist..." Sci gasped as the rope dropped him, but kept him standing. "I'll sp-sp-spare you... a-a-a-as long as you g-g-g-get rid of the picture o-of the vials, and y-y-y-y-you keep your mo-mo-mouth shut."

Error offered the deal with a deep, warbling tone and Sci stared at him. He hadn't actually meant to include the pictures of Ink's vials. He had just found them fascinating. He realized now how threatening that may have seemed to both Ink and Error. He gulped.

"I'll take the deal." He whispered out. Error hummed quietly, his pixels flickering and glitching. He gave a crooked, yellow grin. It wasn't friendly.

"Th-Th-Then you're s-s-s-safe for t-t-t-today." He stated, the rope disappearing from around Sci's neck. Sci felt a wave of relief so powerful, he almost dropped to his knees and started crying right then and there. Error turned away, but Sci gulped again.

"Wait." He said quietly. Error turned to glance back at him and Sci looked up, one of his arms holding the other. "Why did you kill Fell?" Error blinked in what seemed to be surprise. He glanced to the side at something, but Sci couldn't see what he was looking at.

Then again, Sci could barely see much of anything. Error turned back to face him. "I-I-I-I wanted to l-l-live again. And h-h-h-he has nothing else t-t-t-to live for. He g-g-g-gave up willingly. B-B-But for some r-r-reason... he st-st-stayed... And as d-d-d-d-disgusting as I f-f-f-find it, scientist..." Error scoffed. "I th-th-th-think he may have stayed f-f-f-f-for you."

At that, he glanced to the side curiously and glitched quietly. Whatever he was seeing just seemed to make him more sure of himself. He chuckled and turned away. "Y-Y-You face Nightmare t-t-t-t-tomorrow. Then, y-y-y-your Judgement is over." With that, he fizzled away, disappearing from Sci's apartment.

Nightmare. The self-proclaimed king of negativity. Sci feared facing him the most. He knew what Nightmare could do. He could take his worst fears and bring them to life and Sci wasn't ready. Error's smirk had scared him even more.

His words sat in Sci's mind. He trembled for a moment before dropping to his knees. "For me?" He asked, his voice breaking a little. He looked up and stared around, foolishly hoping he would see something. Anything that would let him know that he wasn't alone. "Fell?"

The air around his neck became cold and he shivered, his breath coming out in a small puff. He reached his hand up. It felt like someone was hugging him from behind.

Their arms over his shoulders. He reached up, but his hand met nothing. He slipped his fingers under his glasses and pulled them off, holding them in one hand. He covered his face, shaking.

He sat on the floor. "Fell... it hurts..." His voice broke again and he looked down. His body ached. He couldn't help but remember the feeling of falling apart. Why hadn't he dusted immediately?? That look each one had given him... Each of their glowing eyes were burned into his mind.

Sci trembled shakily before he grit his teeth and dropped his glasses with a soft clatter, holding his head with his skeletal hands. He screwed his eyes shut. He could hear it. Crunch. Snap.

His pleas echoed in his mind. Cross' impassive eyes. Killer's smile. Dust and his phantom brother. He could hear it almost as if they were all there again.

He shakily lowered his hands to his ribs, flinching. They ached. They never used to ache. Why did it hurt so badly?? Had he gotten hurt there? Probably. He didn't really remember anymore. Nothing hurt quite like this. He could feel every sound. Every crunch. Every snap. Every grinding of bones against one another.

Sci drew in a shaking breath, tears trickling down his face. His SOUL trembled violently. He hunched over from his position on the floor of his small apartment. Could he cry?? No one would see him. He didn't know what he believe anymore. No one could've possibly been watching... He didn't know if that was right.

Slowly, but surely, Sci broke down into silent tears. He twitched, every spot that had been broken, tingling and aching. He held one side of his head, while the other gripped his chest, his bony fingers curling under his ribs.

His spine. Hurt. His ribs. Hurt. His legs. Hurt. His arms. His SOUL. His existence. His EVERYTHING. All of it. Everything HURT. Sci shrieked and shook his head, falling silent as the noise echoed through his small living space.

He hiccuped and remained on the ground, pulling his lab coat to cover himself a little more. He jumped as something squeezed his shoulder. He didn't even bother to look up. Whatever doubts he'd just had about Fell being there or not was immediately put out of his mind.

He knew now. He'd recognize that gesture anywhere. He raised his hand and put it on his own shoulder, about to cry as he didn't feel Fell's hand under his own. "You are here..." He whispered quietly. There was no noise, but he felt that there was a confirmation.

"It hurts, Fell." Something dripped onto the floor behind him and he turned to look. The blanket on the arm of the couch had fallen onto the floor. Which should've been impossible. But he knew what Fell was trying to tell him.

Shakily, he pushed himself up and moved over to it, unfolding it and draping it over his shoulders. That felt a little better. He leaned against the side of the couch. He tried to remind himself how much good he would be doing once those psychopaths were locked up.

They were a danger. A menace. He would do whatever it took to stop them. But... he would honor his deal. He would burn the pictures of Ink's vials. He would not speak a word of it to the principal. He'd already set up the meeting for tomorrow.

Was Nightmare going to attack him at the meeting? Maybe on the way to it?? He trembled, not wanting to think about it. He screwed his eyes shut. His body still ached. He'd been distracted for a bit, but now that it was quiet again, his body was sore.

He trailed his eye slowly over the room. It landed on his glasses and he stopped. He could see his reflection in them. But he could also see someone else. Red and black. The glint of a gold tooth. He gave a shaky breath. It was Fell. Fell was sitting right next to him.

He knew if he looked over in real life, he wouldn't see anyone. So he kept his gaze fixed on the glasses. He just wanted to know that he was here. He sighed. "Fell... I love you." He said quietly. He was shaking. "I fell in love with you and I didn't know what to do about it... because I overthink things, I just stayed quiet..."

A red glow had lit up in his glasses. It was from Fell's face. He could tell the other was staring at him in shock. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I just didn't want to ruin my relationship with you if you rejected me..." Tears were starting down Sci's face again. "But now you're gone..."

He saw Fell reach out in the reflection and shivered as he felt a cold was against his cheek. He tipped his head into it. "I just need to know you're here." His voice choked a little and he ducked his head, trembling.

He felt the hug. The coldness surrounding his entire body. He felt the hug and he cried.