Եհҽ աíӀԵҽժ ցӀíԵϲհҽՏ {Old}

Chp. 3 Facts in denial.

"Who are you?"

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"Don't Lie."

Timekid stated firmly, Error was at a lost of what to do. His eyes were searching, pleading for help, he didn't know what to do. The past was a painful subject for him, he... it was just too much for him. How did this kid know, he doesn't really care. Tk looked at those lost eyelights, the eyelights that has seen more than one does in a single lifetime, all very painful sights to behold. One would only think of such pain as over exaggerated or plain fibs, but those multi colored eyelights tell a different story.

Error grip tightened on the bag as he gritted his teeth, closing his eyes for a brief moment until he spoke. "I'm not lying..." he mumbled under his breath. "Yes you are–"  Tk retorted back at the now trembling skeleton. "Look kid, just drop it–" error's trembling got worse as he dropped the bag and held his sleeves harshly. "I can't-! How can I-" Tk tried to reason, but to no avail, error barked back, his voice laced in fear.

"Yes, you can. P- please, leave it be. I don't know how, or why you know that, but don't go poking around in other's business... please-!" Error begged quietly as he turned around, shakily picking up his bag as he walked towards a door at the end of the hall. "Let's, let's just go..." his voiced trailed off as he continued onwards. Tk only looked at him with a saddened expression, It was worth a try he guessed. He looked at the ground with a look of regret as he tucked his skeletal hands in his pockets, and trailed behind his 'mother' figure.

The door had outlined cracks all over it, and each and every single one had colorful bandages on them. It was safe to say it was very cared for in some childish way. The door creaked open as they saw skeleton who was talking quietly to himself feverishly, it was only when he stopped as he seemed to be listening to something, or someone... Once he looked like he finally understood, he snapped his head back with a wide grin as he giggled hysterically.

"Ruru! Mama ruru!" He laughed as he leapt up in joy, the over sized sleeves of his outfit flailed in the air as he waved his arms up and down in pure happiness. "Me and papy missed ya! Right papy?!" The skeleton looked to the side where most would only see a wall, was actually his ghostly brother. "Yes sans, be careful... I don't trust that babybones' aura, he looks... deflated. Maybe you should cheer him up?" The phantom gestured to the moping Tk who looked like he just gave up on life.

"Hello, Assy. How have you been doing?" Error chuckled with a sad smile. Assy seemed to notice this as he clumsily pulled out a bandage from his pocket and looked up with thoughtful eyes.
"Do mama ruru have a boo-boo? Assy wants to help!" He said with hopeful eyes, Assy always wanna help those in need! Assy is sans from Asylumtale, a world that has given him many... trauma, despite being the same age as normal sanses he had a child like glow about him. His Au actually explains his outfit.

Error shook his head sadly. "No, It's not something you can heal physically... but thanks for trying...!" Error tried to give an encouraging smile as Assy looked up in distraught. Papy shook his head in disapproval even though no one else could see him. "He's not fine brother... I can see it in his eyes. Perhaps, try to console him?" Assy looked up and shook his head vigorously until he paused for a moment and looked back at papy in question.

Papy understood his confusion, Assy has suffered from all too many traumas that he can't remember things clearly, he can only remember one's face if he sees them more than once and a certain object if he's been told repeatedly of it. "Console, try to reassu- let him know that there are others who'll want to help. Make sure he's loved!" Assy's eyes sparkled in understanding. Help-! He can help! He loves to help! He even tried to help F.. r.. i.. s.. k... his eyes went empty.