Sickly - An Errorink Drabble

six

Error quietly groaned, it was particularly bad today. As if he were fighting some invisible war between his decaying essence and the strong shit that was defiantly holding him together, and yet at the same time causing him to not be so... solid.

"Error?!" Ink startled him, he almost forgot he was there. "Your melting!"

"Calm do-wn." He waved a hand at Ink, as if dismissing his visible panic. He used his free hand to force the slightly melty side-affects of this illness to stick back onto his skull where it belonged. "I-t happ-ens sometimes, nothin-g amal-gamat-e level... y-et, anyway."