Sanscest/UTMV Oneshots (Vol. 1)

Error & Geno & Fresh || (Part Two/Final) One of These Days, You'll Be Better

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ONESHOT CONTAINS HEAVY TALK ABOUT SUICIDE, REFERENCED SUICIDE ATTEMPT, SUICIDE IDEATION, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEPRESSIVE THOUGHTS, SELF-WORTH ISSUES, SELF-HATRED, CURSING, AND OTHER THINGS SIMILAR.

READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.

~oOo~

"Error wants to die."

"...what?"

Fresh sighed, glancing back to his brother on the couch. "Error wants to die, Geno. Ink called me and told me about what he had noticed. A half-hour ago, I came over to Error's, you know, to check up on him? The door was unlocked and..." He shivered. "I had to stop him from hanging himself, Geno. I had to stop Error from killing himself."

Geno was silent. Fresh waited.

"...I'll be there soon." The line went dead.

Fresh played with his phone in his hands. They were still shaking. What he had just prevented ran over and over in his mind, the unwanted thought of 'what if he had been a second later' a step behind it. All his nerves were on edge.

He had never—never—seen Error like that. So...he didn't even know how to describe it other than just sad. Plain cut sadness. There was more to it than that, he knew it in his heart, but the sadness had been the most prominent tonight. Tonight. If Fresh had arrived even a second later, he would've lost his brother. His older brother by one, almost two years, had almost died tonight. He had almost...killed himself.

It made Fresh's gut twist with worry.

He didn't want his brother to die. He didn't want either one of them to die. Especially not right in front of him. When he had entered the silent apartment, his stomach had dropped. He knew in his gut that something was wrong. That and mixed up with what Ink had told him, what had kept him up, made alarms go off in his mind. He knew something was wrong, but most importantly, that he had to find out what it was and fix it. He wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't.

The scariest moment of his life would forever be walking in on Error, his older brother, whom he looked up to, standing on a chair in front of a noose of strings. His heart had stopped, and his whole world had shattered. It was suddenly so real to him that Ink was right, even though he hadn't doubted him, and he had to keep Error alive. He had to be careful. A wrong move then could result in everything falling apart.

Then Error stopped breathing, a distant look taking over. Fresh's heart skipped a beat again and he quickly realized what was happening. Error was having a panic attack. He got him off the chair and tried to get him to break through, but he couldn't and Error had made a noise—some sort of whimper or whine or something like that and passed out. That had almost made Fresh mirror his actions. God, he was so scared that he would lose and Error would die.

Error had been so...vulnerable. He never wanted to see the other like that again. It was unnerving to see someone so strong look so small.

And now, the aftermath would be the hardest part of everything. It was one thing to talk someone down from killing themselves; it was another thing to convince them to keep living. Hopefully, Geno and Fresh could convince Error to do just that. Hopefully.

He gazed some more at the couch, watching the rising chest just to settle his own nerves.

All he had left was hope.

~oOo~

(Geno was out the door and on the road before he could catch up with himself. He was on autopilot behind the wheel, making the turns and stopping without registering anything. His hands shook on the steering wheel, even as tightly clenched as they were.