Faking A Smile [Errorink] (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3 - Hospital

Ink's POV

After Error had left, I took the time to look around a bit. I started to dig the trunk of the tree I was sitting near for a bit.

After a couple of minutes of digging, I decided to go back home, having nothing else to do. Everyone else is probably sleeping and I doubt they would want to hang out with me anyways.

After I made a portal home, I once again changed my clothing. I'm not tired. I'm not ready to sleep yet. I'll try drawing a bit. I went over the desk in my room and opened the drawer that revealed a couple of books and pencils with erasers, some sharpeners and pencil shavings where scattered in there. I took out a random book and started to sketch.

After minutes of sketching, I had realized what I had drawn. It wasn't something normal. I'd drawn a person who hung themselves. Do I really want to hurt myself that much?

This is stupid. Everything is stupid. I drop my head on the desk in defeat. My face was somewhat next to the sketchbook. How far is it? I stick my tongue out for the tip to touch the side of the book. Oh would you look at that, my tongue made it. Yay.

I pick the pencil up and play with it a bit, twirling it around and such. After playing with the pencil for a bit, it dropped on my face. How classic.

I dropped my arms on both sides of my body with my face still on the cool desk.

I had a really sick feeling. I felt it in my chest and throat. I didn't have to throw up. But it made me want to die, so much I can't even explain. It makes me sick of life and everything it stands for.

What if I don't use a cliff this time. What if I try something different?

Error's POV

Ink is most likely at his house right now. I peeked through a portal where we last met. He wasn't there. Okay, so he's home. I think. Mother-

Alright. I'm about to go to every freaking AU right now just to look for a skeleton to make sure he's okay.

Seconds passed as minutes passed into hours. Still no sign of him. Maybe he is home and I'm just overthinking things a bit. But why? Why am I overthinking? He's an adult, he could take care of himself. Who am I kidding, he doesn't care. He tried to kill himself for crying out loud. What if he's home about to die. Or maybe not. It's late anyway. He's probably sleeping. But what if he doesn't wake up? What if he's 'sleeping' but he's actually dead. Nooo because he would dust. So he couldn't be dead in the morning without finding some dust.

Just shush. He's fine. Or is he? GaHhHH- this is annoying. He said he wouldn't try anything, or so he said. I'll just double-check. Yeah. I'll check again.

Ink's POV

I got up from my desk and grab Brommie, teleporting to an AU. This AU isn't really active, or have many bystanders. What happens iiiffff-

I summoned some bones and hit myself with it. Ouch. How do people do this? Mother of AU's it's painful. But what can I say ((eXcepT you'Re wELcomeee)) I like it.

My HP was low. Too low. Is this it? Will I finally die? ((Bish I have a plot, don't even))

Everything goes black.

The Glitchy's POV

Okay. So I've doubled checked every. darn. AU. Why are there so many? It's a waste of time and space.

I haven't checked his house though. But where does he live? Does it matter? Yes. Yes, it does.

One more time. Third time's a charm. Not like I want to see him passed out or anything. ((Buddy-))