(A/N sorry for the short chapter, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless)
Pigment snapped out of his memories, almost as if he didn't want to remember what happened next. Pigment listlessly looked down at his viles, now completely clear. Pigment dropped the viles down, not caring if it broke.
No one would want to remember what happened after that, and Pigment knew that if he had a Soul, he mentally wouldn't of survived the experience.
'And neither did Splatter' He thought bitterly, he throat suddenly getting Dry.
It was strange, how sometimes, if the emotion was powerful enough, he'd feel some part of it, like a shadow of the actual emotion. Pigment could recognise the shadow, it was his least favourite- but unfortunately most common.
Panic-
Pigment- no, Ink, Pigment? No. He was Ink. Ink. Ink. Ink.
Ink felt panic. Was he sure this was merely a shadow or the emotion? If this was a shadow, what did the real thing feel like?
no- stop, he didn't want to-
Ink fell to the floor, He didn't realize this though.
It hurts- What hurts? Erratum, he hurt Erratum- No, Pigment hurt Erratum
Please- no, it hurts
Splatter! He hurt Splatter too! where is Splatter?
Splatter's gone- you're alone now
Ink started to breathe faster, his breath getting more shallow
Please- don't touch me!
It hurts- it hurts too much. Stop-
His eyes started to water. When could he cry?
Flash backs started to zoom through Ink's vision, making everything worse.
Dark. Too dark, he was cold- where are his clothes?
Shallow breathing- It's not his own?
Splatter sat next to him, looking even worse than Ink himself. In the darkness, Ink could see Red, in random places, splattered everywhere.
Well, of course it's there, it's never cleaned.
Splatter started to cry- Ink knew why. He wanted to cry-
why did he want to cry? he couldn't-
Ink tensed up- and the door blasted open.
Dream? he came to save him? NO! NOT OUR DREAM- BAD DREAM
Ink heard Splatter cry.
Pain- It was back- It came back! No- GO AWAY
Please go- I can't
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, No- go away- PLEASE STOP
*Ink? called out for help
* Somebody came? You came? no- not you..
*Pigment came
Pigment stood up, wiping his knees. Pigment glanced at the mirror and looked into his own eyes, finding his own eyes to foreign to him. They were no longer the bright, colourful and happy shapes they used to be, now only being empty white holes.
Pigment suddenly remembered a conversation.
"I know you know that Gods can't die, Ink"
Ink's breath hitched, and he started to panic again.
Pigment looked away from the mirror, and went to go to the door.
"And I know you know Error isn't dead"
Ink cried out, he wanted the pain to stop.
Pigment opened the door.
"You're getting Error back, I don't care if you don't want to"
Ink looked at the face of Dream in pain and fear.
Pigment walked out the door.
"only a God can go through multiverses, idiot. anyone else who tries gets forgotten"
Ink had a goal, to get back to the Original Multiverse. He promised.
Pigment has a goal, to get back to the Original Multiverse. He promised.
"will you get him?"
"What are you doing?"
"Hey! Stop that!"
"Get off me!"
"Dream! No! Get. Off. ME!"
"What are you..?"
"Oh God! Get off me!"
"Help Me! anyone!"
"Someone! Please! I'm begging you! Please..."
"..."
"Please..."
Pigment walked out the room, and greeted his roommates.
And Ink continued to scream.
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Mr. Erratum
FanfictionError can take it no longer. After centuries of Pain and suffering, Error no longer cares what happens to the people who caused him pain, and now wants to leave the place he has called home for all his life. Error, after being attacked by half the m...
