(art is not by me btw)

error screamed as geno flat lined...

"GENOO! YOU CANT LEAVE ME BEHIND!!! I WANT MY BROTHER!!" he screamed and cried as uncle asy and fresh held onto him to keep him back as the skeleton flailed around and sobbed uncontrollably 

CQ watched and felt her heart break. she left the room to talk to the doctors. there was nothing that could be done. he was terminal after all.

*BEEEEEEEEEP*

error went limp into fresh and uncle asy's arms

"poor kiddo...he might be out for a while.." asy said and fresh nodded trying to fight back tears. 

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cq pulled into the driveway and everyone got out of the car. asy picked error, who had fallen asleep, into his arms and brought him into his room and laid him onto the bed 

asy looked up at the ceiling that was covered in plastic glow in the dark star that had been taped up there. he then looked back at error and wiped away a tear from his eyes. 

he walked out and closed the door then met CQ at the door "i can watch the two if you need....you...should get some rest" asy said and CQ looked at him and her eyes watered and she nodded "th-thank you.." she said and walked to her room

he saw fresh walk in and decided to check up on him "how you holding up kiddo?"

fresh looked at him and shook his head "i'd rather not talk 'bout it" he walked off to his room.

asy swallowed hard and went to go sit on the couch. 

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error awoke and sat up. he looked at his clock and noticed it was 3 am.

(if you know stuff about spirits then you know why he woke up at exactly 3am) 

he sunk a bit and went back to laying down. 

he thought about geno and hoped that everything was a dream but he knew it wasn't

he began to cry...

he couldn't help it...

geno was gone...

 all his pain was now gone as well but was cast around to his family. 

error was effected the most by this though..geno was everything to him. 

he clenched the chest of his shirt and squeezed it tightly. the stress made his head hurt. 

he got up and swung his legs to the side of the bed, and with his weak strength he got off the bed.

he walked to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. 

he felt his arms wrap around himself as he slumped against the wall. 

"why couldn't have been me..?" he muttered and looked at the floor.

after some time he decided it was best to go back to his room and try to do something even though that was impossible

he walked back into his room and closed the door, then turned on the light. he looked around his room for something to do then saw his desk. 

he sighed and walked over to it. as he looked at what was on the desk, he saw some pencils, paper a pencil sharpener. 

the papers had drawings of him and ink on it. when ink came over, he would usually draw all the time. so it was no surprise to error. 

he really wish that the artist could come over at the moment so they could talk. but aunt com would never agree to it. 

"maybe later on today..." he mumbled then his eyes wondered to the pencil sharpener. 

he immediately thought of the contents inside. 

pencil shavings...

a silver razor...

a way to cope...

he narrowed his eyes at the thought

would that really be okay though? 

"who am i kidding...they wont even care.." he mumbled and picked up the pencil sharpener. 

he opened it and looked at the razor.

"i'll need a screwdriver to get that out...do we even have one of those?....ugh... i'll see if i can find something" he muttered and set the sharpener down back onto the desk then went to look around the house. 

surely enough he found a screwdriver in a tool box in the hallway closet. and surprisingly it different sized bits

he looked around the hallway and made his way back to his room.

he grabbed the sharpener and tried the bit that was already on the screwdriver it was too big so error changed it to a smaller one.

"there we go.." he muttered as it started to work. 

soon enough the razor fell onto the desk.

he set the sharpener down and looked at the razor. it was pretty small. he picked it up and examined it for rust or dullness.

 there was no sign of rust but it was pretty hard to tell if it was dull or not. he sighed and saw a piece of paper next to his arm then looked back at the razor.

he rested the blade part of the razor on the paper and dragged it across the sheet of the paper.

it sliced through it pretty easily 

"guess that answers that then..." he says and sets the razor down and pulls down his sleeve.

 the thought of doing this was already scary but now that he was about to do this made his soul pound in his chest. 

is it going to hurt badly?

 how will i hide it? 

these where some thoughts that ran through his head as he picked the razor back up and brought the blade to his wrist and gently graze it against his wrist.

 pain shot through his arm and caused his arm to jerk and do the rest of the first cut roughly. 

he dropped the razor onto the desk and held his wrist tightly 

"owowowowowowow!" he hissed and started to cry

 "no...th-this is what i deserve...." he stuttered and picked the razor back up and started to slit his wrist. going deeper with each cut. 

blood started to appear in dots and then started to drip down his wrist.

he started to cry more and his breathing picked up.

after a few minutes the pain started to dull and he got used to it. 

he started to do more and more.

 he couldn't stop. 

he tried the other wrist and he found it painfully fun to watch himself suffer as the crimson blood rolled down his wrists 

after he had littered his wrist with deep cuts. he looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:54 am. 

the room still looked dark but that was only because the curtains were blocking the early sun rising up.

he had no idea if anyone was up or not. 

he pulled his sleeves back up and went to the bathroom. the blood was seeping through his sleeves. as he went up to the closed door he saw that the light was peeking from under the door. 

"did i leave the light on?" he asked himself but the door opened and the light was turned off. 

it was fresh 

the two paused and looked at each other. 

"what are you doing up so early?" error asked and fresh gave him a confused look 

"i should be askin ya da same question." his brother replied and error immediately held his arm "i woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep..." error muttered and fresh nodded "well ma said inky brah is gonna be comin over in a few hours" fresh said and smiled to attempt making error feel better but it only pissed error off. 

"did you forget what happened yesterday?!" he asked and his hand squeezed into fists "geno passed away and you're FUCKING SMILING?!?" error growled and raised his fists 

fresh waved his hands in front of him as he knew error was about to punch him again

"no no error! i was just trying to cheer ya up brah!!" fresh said and as error squeezed his fist more, his cuts started to throb in pain.

 he lowered them and winced. 

fresh noticed and error pushed him out of the way and went into the bathroom and slammed the door closed.

fresh sighed and hoped he didn't do anything stupid.

(i hoped you enjoyed this- eh somewhat . it was really hard to write since this is about death.  not to mention that geno was mah favorite :( anyway i will be working on the next chapter immediately! i hope you enjoy this!)

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