Error gets a small break due to Ink not creating for a day or too. but on the other hand, Ink has noticed something. he noticed that when he stopped creating, Error would stop destroying. but why is this? Ink forces himself to stop creating for as long as possible in attempt to find out why. A/N: I made the cover! I did the art the my phone, I put my art on the laptop, and it took me a whole freaking month to get it on the freaking book but I did it. This Error is kind of like Harrish6's Error, (you know, forced god of destruction?) only he's more chill and not half dead inside all the time. he's also shorter. about. . . the same high as Blueberry. Ink is the same size as Classic. yes, Ink and maybe Fresh will have or gain more emotions cuz I think it would be more interesting. I dont know who ima ship Error with, sooooooooooooooo (help me) this is my VERY first story that I plan on working on for a LONG time, I to much of a fan to ever drop it in the future. comment if you want to see something happen to Error or leave suggestions for me, I CAN type faster when I'm inspired! :D plz, enjoy my works! thx for reading!!!!!!!!!!! (edit: I'm putting my own art in this book. but most of the art is not mine.)

⚠️ MATURE⚠️ This story contains strong use of language and mature scenes. If you are offended easily do not read. •.• I snuggled into the comfortable warmth of the fluffy pillow as I was eager to go back to sleep. The fan lullabied me into a hazy state. Suddenly, a heavy weight landed on my waist, pulling me from the tired daze. I leaned up in shock as my hands flung forward defensively to push whoever was on me off. With a strong force, my shoulders were shoved backwards and into the mattress. Grunts of struggle filled the room as we fought each other. The offender grabbed my wrists and held them firmly above my head with one strong hand. Sobs of terror escaped from my chest as a thumb caressed my cheek to wipe away the spilled tears. "P-please let go of me," I begged, trembling. "You are so beautiful." A man's voice spoke, his large hand leaving my face and traveling down my body to squeeze my pelvic region. "Stop." I screeched, my demand ricocheting between the four bedroom walls. The man growled darkly. "If you scream again, I will kill you." I nodded keenly in response to show that I would not challenge his threat. His hand slowly freed my mouth, testing if I would disobey him. He reached into his pocket. A knife, zip tie, and a rag were all revealed. The view made me realize that this could be my last chance to get help. If I did not call out right now, he would take me. I would not make it out alive either way. I let out a bloodcurdling scream loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.