Kind

A note covered in Ink

(Error POV)
Another battle. Another useless fight with this idiotic artist. Ink grabs his paintbrush and slashes pink paint towards me as he for whatever reasons looks at me with those kind eyes of his. Startled by his look, the paint hit me and tied me up. "Tch. Stupid Squid", I say to myself as he slashes his paintbrush on the ground, creating a puddle of ink which he then jumps into and dissappears. Sometimes I really do wonder what these fights are for if he just keeps on running off. I struggle to free myself from the paint but fail repeatedly. "I guess I'll be stuck like this for a while..not being able to leave and to be stuck in the same place reminds me of the save screen, I once, as geno was stuck in. But that's the past. I'm no longer a Geno. I am no longer just anyone. I'm Error. And destroy whatever comes in my way. That's why I'm still here...
Right?
Why am I even questioning this? It's my sole purpose. Just like that guys purpose is to protect and create.", I whisper to myself. Stuck in my thoughts I didn't realise that the paint had dried off already and fell off.  I stood up and opened a portal to my anti-void. Jumping through it and ending up in my so called "home". Torn up pages, cut off strings and many souls hanging from the far off ceiling come into my view first. Suddenly, I fall over. "What the hell?!", I shouted loudly. My voice echoed loudly. Getting back on my feet, I look down on the ground and before my feet I find a note.  Ink is spluttered across it, making it difficult to make out the words. Very few words are still readable, which are following: "Sorry...paint...vial..." and the letter "I".

"What..?", I thought while holding the note in my hands. The only person who would come here only to leave a note AND splutter ink all over it, is that paintbrush-swinging bastard.  Whatever it was, it was probably annoying, just like the one who wrote it. I tore it apart and threw it away. Not caring anymore and being way too tired to deal with this, I used my strings to build myself a hammock and lay down just to drift off to sleep instantly.

(Ink POV)
I had to leave in a hurry again. My emotions are running out...I hope he finds the note. "Heh, I bet he's pissed", I say to myself and laugh it off like always. Then, suddenly, a numbness hits me. The emptyness had consumed me once again, my eyes qent blank and my impression empty. I looked like the creature I truly was: An emotionless monster. No, more than that. I'm someone in capable of truly caring for others. I am incapable of being someones friend. Staring blankly upwards, I wait for the paint to fall. "It's weird, now that I think about it.", I say outloud.
The paint would always fall when I needed it. It would give me a gift. A beautiful, beautiful gift: The gift of feeling. People may consider it weird to constantly drink paint. But I want to feel. Even if it's not real. I just want to be considered normal, I'm already a freak of nature. I don't have any family, I dlne have a universe. I'm just...there. No real purpose. Just there. Forever. I feel something splash all over me, covering me in every color of the Rainbow. These colors are so vibrant and beautiful. They..are so kind. They help me feel. Leaving my thoughts behind, I begin to fill up my vials with those bright and warm colors..Red, Blue, Purple, yellow, green, orange...and the mixtures of those. Just looking at them warmed my hollow being. As I was done, I decided to visit a calm, empty place: Outertale. For whatever reason, Error has never tries destroying this place. Maybe he likes it here aswell?
...
"Yeah...no. As if he'd like a universe.", I laugh out as my voice echoes through space. I wonder what it would be like to have a friend. I close my eye sockets and fantazise about all the possibilities if only I had a soul.

( Error POV )
I woke up to a weird noise. No, not a noise. A voice. Someone was telling me to follow them. Saying the same thing over and over: "Follow me and you'll see your home spluttered with Ink."
I must be going even more insane. Why is everything related to art today? I try tl ignore it, but it just gets louder. I can't take this anymore. That voice needs to shut up, but I got the feeling that it won't unless I follow. Without realising, I pick up the torn note and it's pieces that were scattered across the floor. Everything gets kind of blurry, I open a portal...but to where? I don't remember. It was like my body was moving on its own, as if I was possessed, I just followed the voice.
And then...I see stars and floating rocks. And then, a certain someone. " You! ", I shouted loudly startling him.
"E-Error?!", he stuttered and stared at me in suprise. I slowly approached him and the closer I got, the better I saw that he was covered in paint. "Oh geez..don't tell me this dude is so obsessed with art that he showers in paint. WITH CLOTHES.", I think to myself in utter confusion...and disgust. "What the actual fuck happened to you?", I told him as I stood next to him.
"Eh? Didn't you get my note..?", Ink told me in confusion, his eyes changed shape. From a Star to a question mark. What a weirdo. "I did get a note, but it was impossible to read! Not only is your handwriting terrible, but you smeared ink all over it!", I responded loudly and glare at him. Instead of being intimidated, his face lit up like a child had just received a piece of candy. "Oh! Sorry, then. The note was just an apology for always leaving so suddenly!", he responded kindly with a giang smile on his face. Is this really someone my age? This guy is a literal man-child! Not only that, but he apologizes for running away? Why?
...
I really don't understand. He's weird. Or am I weird?
Maybe I am the weird one..
What if we're both weird..?
...
What is this feeling?
It feels warm and reassuring but also painful as if I was stabbed. It felt like I was turning to dust, but I wasn't.
I clutched the torn note, which was covered in ink, in my hand. It reassured me.