Please come back... (destructivedeath story/oneshots)

uh UH i promise the next part will be better!

happy lizard uwu

I honestly think sub consciously I was trying to avoid this cause I'm not good at drama but oh well.

casually listening to mr loverman as i write this so yEAh
... I just realized how awkward i am.... OH WELL

also sorry for the length of this chapter.
dont really feel good but i wanted to write SOMETHING chu know?

~~~~~~~~~~error's pov~~~~~~~~~

We had to wait a while for reaper to wake up but finally succeeded when the squirt smacked him. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically at it and give the bean a high five. The older glared at me as I laughed but eventually eased up and laughed too. Ink just stared at us like we were crazy. I patted inks head as he just continued to stare. We sat for a while in awkward silence until the little one spoke up. Geno? Can you make me another doll? One that looks at you?! I sighed at the innocence in his face and quickly teleported one in. I had made lots so I had extras. I saw Ink and reaper trying to catch my eye but i stared ahead; anywhere they weren't.

~~~~~~~~~~reaper pov~~~~~~~~~~

Goth called the destroyer Geno again. That didn't bother me as much but the fact the black clad skeleton is avoiding my glances makes me suspicious. (as i wrote that i had the thought of error being imposter in among us. very sus) Could he really be? I moved slightly forward, closer to him and saw ink glaring at me. I shrugged and ignored him. ...Goth.. That's not Geno. He's gone remember? he shook his head. But daddy this is him! he knows my song and everything! I glanced over at .. Error and saw him tearing up, trying to hide his face behind goths cloak. Ink just sat back with a confused look on his face. I stood up and opened a portal to the save screen and the house me and Geno used to share. The destroyer looks through the portal with glazed eye and hugged goth before crashing again. Ink shook his head and stood to take him away but I glared at him. Just let me see something... Please ink. He seemed to think about what I said and finally agreed. I sighed a breath of relief and scooped the pair up and walked through the portal; ink staring worriedly after us. If this was my genocide he would have ALOT of explaining to do. i laid the glitching skeleton on the old bed he used to sleep in and picked up goth. He whined in protest but let me take him to his own room. I sat in the kitchen and brought a pot of water to a boil. My head hurt and I needed my coffee. I sat there waiting for Error to come downstairs to ask him anything. I needed to know... I thought as i drifted into memories of me and my little genocide