The Mute. And The Glitch. {Ink x Error}
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  • Reads 637
  • Votes 24
  • Parts 18
  • Time 1h 7m
Ongoing, First published Aug 03, 2019
Mature
(The cover was made by me.) (I know my art is horrible.)

Having to stay mute is the hardest. Due to Ink getting bullied a lot. And Ink just wants to say something, but Ink doesn't want to get bullied more. So he decided to just shut up.
He has been mute for his whole life. And his family doesn't bother him from staying silent. And Ink is relieved by that. Until one day he goes to school, he meets up with a guy named Error. He was kind to him and they started getting close together as the years pass.
That was when... Ink... He tried to do something tragic.



Suicide.


He tried committing suicide. But Error stopped him from doing that. And Ink decided to live. For Error's sake. And his. 

The whole thing starts, between Ink and High School.

So let's start with the story, of two lives.

Inks and Errors.
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'It's all my fault...' 'Now he's gone...' 'If I would have listened, and believed him....' "I'm sorry," He let out a choked sob. ERROR cried, falling to his knees in his house. The ones he loved most were just taken from him. How could he live with himself? He left for groceries, and when he came back his greatest enemy he thought he killed a few months ago was in his house, holding the ones he loved. On the ground layed the one he loved, dying and becoming dust. "I-Im S-s-So s-s-O-r-RY..!!" He wailed out, dust laying on his lap. Nothing could bring them back, it'd take a miracle to find out how to revive a skeleton after he became dust. And it'd take forever to hunt through EVERY SINGLE AU to find the only ones he loved that were still alive. He LET him take them. But if he went and looked for them, they'd die. He took one deep, shaky breath as he wispered, "I'm sorry...." Then shock took over. Another voice just forgave him. Shakily, he turned around as tears stopped flowing. His eye sockets widened, and he started to sob the most he ever has. "HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?!" "I LET YOU DIE!" "DON'T FORGIVE ME!!" "I LET HIM TAKE THE TWO AWAY, DAMMIT!!!" -WARNING- Rated R/18+ for Violence, Swearing, and suggestive content. CONTAINS: Deprsssing things, murder and gore, sexual content and more. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Cover art does not belong to me, only the storyline and ERROR's kitten. P. S. THANK YOU FOR AAAAAALL THE READS, LIKES, AND FUNNY COMMENTS. IT MEANS A LOT, YO. ~RK
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