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Untitled Part 8

WARNING: DEPRESSION TALK AND HEADACHES

Error stared out his window, head resting on his forearms, hands flat on the window sill. He felt, for lack of a better word, off. He didn't know why he just did, Geno was fine, fresh was fine, so why wasn't he? He knew that the lack of motivation, the lack of hunger, and the extra anxiety wasn't a good sign, but he didn't know what to do about it. Mom and Geno would freak out, Fresh wouldn't care, nor would Ink, so what to do? Error let out a sigh and sat up, he didn't understand the draw to the window when he couldn't see the tree outside it, let alone the rest of the neighborhood with crappy vision like his. Walking over to his bed, he felt a slight headache come on, another weird side effect of feeling "off" but he didn't mind since they were usually just small annoying ones. He flopped down on the soft mattress and galaxy sheets, back down. Why, a question that often made an appearance in his mind, why was Geno always sick? Why is Fresh emotionless. Why was he caught in the middle of all of this? Well, Geno had a soul deficiency, which for some reason Geno didn't want him to know. Fresh, hm, he went with "only God knows." Himself, it was hard to think with the growing headache. What head ache, it was only small, oh lord when did it get so terrible? That was a question he didn't want to answer. He sat up, a little too quickly, and made his way to the door, kicking away an occasional pillow. Slowly, as to not make a sound, he turned his gold colored door knob. He tiptoed his way down the hall, slowly making his way to the bathroom door. He pressed the silver handle (they needed to fix the gallery of door knobs) down to open the bathroom door, of course nothing ever goes smoothly, because standing in front of him was Geno. They stared at each other for a moment, Geno sat the water cup down.

"Do you need something?" He asks