A/N: Sorry it took me so long to publish, I uh... get embarrassed when writing stuff like this because I'm scared that people from my school will find this book and read it and uhhhh... that's embarrassing. Sorry 'bout that.

Ink's pov

I think I messed up. Crap. As soon as I tied Error down, he started violently glitching and repeating the word no and saying things like 'I can't take this anymore' and 'please don't hurt me' and 'why can't it just end?' I hope I can snap him out of it... please work... I sit on my knees and pull Error into my lap. He freezes. I pet the top of his skull and whisper sweet nothings to him. The glitching dies down a little. It's progress...! I hug him close. We just stay like that for a little while, until Error cautiously looks up at me. I smile at him and he sighs. I break the ropes. Dream coughs. I look up at him, and realize the two doctors were watching us the entire time. They had these weird expressions and were blushing. WHAT IS WITH EVERYONE?! I narrow my eyes at them, and they turn around to leave but before they do, the Toriel medic speaks up.

"If you need us, just call us okay?"

Then they leave. Dream shouts at the doctors and leaves the room, trying to catch up to them. Wonder what that's all about. I avert my attention to the small, malnourished glitchy skeleton cradled in my lap. He looks... ashamed. Maybe I can try talking to him...?

"Error?"

"..."

All I get is silence. I try again.

"Can you please tell me what's wrong...?"

He curls himself up into a ball and gives a shaky sigh. I wait.

"tHiS... mAkEs nO sEnsE..."

"What makes no sense...?"

"yOu bEinG sO nIcE aLl oF a sUdDeN... I jUsT... iT's sO... wEirD. NoRmaLlY, yOu'D bE fiGhtIng mE oR sOmeThIng... oR I wOulD hAvE tO gO bAcK tO... dEstRoYing..."

I hear a sniffle.

"iNk, wHy dO yOu eVeN cArE...? yOu'rE mAkIng eVErytHinG sO dIfFiCuLt...!"

He grips my shirt tightly and begins to shake again. I see what Dream was chasing after the doctors for. How to deal with panic attacks, mental break downs and such. I think I can handle this on my own, though.

"wHy wOulD yOu evEn cArE aFtEr rEaDiNg mY nOtE?! yOu sAiD I wAs An eMoTiOnlEss dEsTroYeR, DĮDŃ'T ŸØÙ?!"

I can hear his sobs. I know what to do now. I'm just gonna let him let it all out.

"šØ... w-...WhŸ...?"

His sobs become louder as he grips my shirt. I pull him closer, and rub circles on his back and rub his skull.

"Shhh... it's okay Error, just let it all out..."

Suck it Dream, I don't need those tips.