when porcelain shatters

Its complex, darling.

*Inks pov*

I listen to the words just rattled out by my closest friend. Home?
How is that possible. Wheres Nightmare, Horror and Error? What happened to the other failed attempts at the doll? Wheres the castle?

I spit out solid black ink in distress, not being able to find my words. This begins to get terrifying. More liquid spills over my teeth and runs onto my chest.

My inability to move nor speak begin to let the fear consume me. What happened when I was out? Did horror complete the process while their doors were being broken down?
It seems likely at this point.

Dream gently takes the cloth and wipes my mouth off. He gives me a gentle smile. He looks lost. No one knows what happened or how to help now. That's very clear to me. Did they even try to help me? Did they even try? Did they even plan to...
My thoughts melt away as I try to pick up familiar faces.

Blue sits on my right aswell. Dream on my left. They begin to speak lowly, in a tone I cant pick up.
Bastards.

Blue begins to rub my head softly, grabbing my attention on  him. I look at him with curiosity and near peace. Soon I begin to get drowsy. Starting from my left side. My head snaps to see the flow of yellow magic being absorbed into my skeleton by way of my hand.
I dont get time to be angry, as I pass out almost instant.

time skip. Please go get water. Have you eaten? go do that. Exercised? a walk around the house is very adequate. remember you matter

I look up at the ceiling. My anger and panic is missing within my body once again. Dream tends to steal that in my favour.
My location has moved to a quiet room. It looks like a normal room, with the bed I'm in, the opposing desk, the ivy climbing the walls, the small trinkets floating near the ceiling.
Papers litter the floor with half drawn attempts at a masterpiece.
This is the only real difference to our rooms here. Mine gets littered with pencils and paper. The same ones that Blue looses his fuse over.

No one lines the room this time. No one looking at me with disgusting looks of empathy or sympathy.  They just shoved me into a room and let me suffer. No better than them...
The moonlight shines though the window, signaling that they're probably sleeping. Maybe not Dream. He likes to worry alot.
My limbs begin to move now, allowing me to make my way to the corridor. Slowly but surely I make my way there.
Candles now light these halls.
A sudden flash in my vision and I begin to panic again. The feeling grows as I stumble into the wall. My body slides down it as I try to catch my breath. The attack sets fire to the rest of my body, causing more pain ad distress. It's like my body is trapping me and slowly getting smaller and smaller, suffocating me.

Loud footsteps descend down the stairs and stop abruptly.
It takes them forever to realise what's going on and to come over. Dream takes my hand and starts his disgusting magic into my body.

Through the attack of the magic and the candles I stutter out a single phrase. A single plea to someone who can help me.

"I,, I need Error"