Error stared at the Antivoid floor. He was wearing his clothing now, but he could still feel what Ink had done to him. He did nothing but stare, clutching his stomach and curled in on himself. Ink... that fake bastard. He felt tears threatening to spill so he let them, closing his eyes and feeling the hot stream move steadily down his face. Fear and hatred filled his soul as his thoughts kept going back.
Ink, Ink, Ink was all that his mind wanted him to think. He couldn't just be free of that monster. He wanted so badly to forget, but even with his horrible memory he knew he could never escape. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the blank sky. He had to get out of there. He needed to see something other than white. He shakily brought himself to his feet and slowly opened a portal, then shut it. What if Ink could feel the portal opening?
He collapsed to the ground again. He stared at the blank white floor and suddenly felt angrier than ever. He let out a low growl and punched the ground. Not that it did him any good. He felt no different other than his now bruised knuckles. The memory wouldn't leave him, it wouldn't leave him alone. He couldn't forget what it felt like when Ink moved inside of him, or when he had violated his insides with his paintbrush.
Even his soul. He didn't even leave his soul untouched. The one thing Error had ever felt was actually protected wasn't as safe as he thought. He could still hear him laugh and see his disgusting smile, the one he had worn awhile torturing and raping him. Error wrapped his arms around his body. He didn't know what to do. He was all alone, but yet he was still frightened. A small puddle began to form where his heavy tears rolled off his skull and onto the floor.
He wanted to get rid of the feelings he was feeling. He wished he had never met Ink, wished he had never touched a single one of his stupid creations. He pulled down his doll of Ink, angry. With all his malice, he attacked it. He wasn't sure how long it was, but he absolutely destroyed it until their was nothing but the insides and broken buttons left. He was breathing heavily. It either didn't work or worked very little, because the heavy feeling in his chest didn't leave him.
He lay back down on the ground next to the puppet's remains, curling in on himself. He wasn't sure if he was crying more from sadness, anger, fear, or betrayal. Oh he felt so betrayed. Him and Ink had never permanently scarred each other. He had never hurt Ink anywhere close to how Ink hurt him. Never as severely. Him and Ink had, had good days. They had meant nothing to Ink. Error knew that now.
He was aching, tired, and kind of hungry. His bones hurt, especially his pelvis. His soul even hurt, it pulsed painfully. He sighed. Then the voices began to speak. They began to blame him, it was his fault Ink had done those horrible things to him. The ones that tried to sympathize with Error were quickly drowned out by the angry, hateful ones. He needed to get out of there as fast as he could.
He couldn't be staring at the white, blank vast space around him any longer, especially with them yelling at him. All it did was further upset him. He needed to see actual ground and sky and he needed a calm, voiceless atmosphere. Then a thought struck him, 'What if Ink is in the universe I escape to?'. Fear filled his body at the idea, but his logic and rationality told him that there were thousands upon thousands of AUs, what would be the chance Ink was in the same one as him?
He folded and teleported to a completely random universe, hoping to get his mind away from things. But what he didn't knew, was that luck wasn't on his side.
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Hello all my wonderful readers!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I promise after chapter 4 I'll begin to strive for longer, more fulfilling chapters! Next chapter will be from my Sanscest Oneshots book again, but mostly the chapters will be new, I promise. After chapter 4 there's only one more chapter I'll yoink from there, but I'm not sure when.
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