Guess who made another drawing during class?

Who gave Blue candy...?

Ink's pov

So many rainbow squids everywhere.

"ERROR IS YOUR WAIFU"

"GO BE GAY"

"GAY SQUIIIIID

"HA GAYYYYYY!!"

"I think Error has depression. Maybe you should help him with his self-confidence."

"n-nO... s-StoP..."

This voice sounds like... Error? I feel... something heavily vibrating against my body. My eyes shoot open. My room is pitch-black, but I am still able to make out a tiny skeleton curled into my chest, lying on his side curled up into a ball. He seems to be mumbling something.

"plEaSe nO... nO... nO..."

His voice was full of pain. I pull Error closer to my body, and flick my lamp on the nightstand beside me on. Tears are streaming down his face.

"I- I dIdN'T wAnT tO dO It..."

"E-Error?"

He begins to glitch out badly, and his shaking becomes worse.

"Error? Wake up!"

He begins mumbling again, but this time I hear my name and others. He clamps his hands over his head, as though he were trying to block sound out.

"Error!"

"įT hÚrTš... ī TøŁD ÿØú Į dĪdŃ'T mËÁń įT tHōÜgHt Wė WĒrĒ fRįÉńDš Į dĮdŃ'T wÂŃt tØ kĪłŁ ãńŸŌńĖ pŁêÚĒ dØń'T šTōP bĒłĪËvĪńg īŃ mĒ-"

I sit up and gently shake his shoulders, but he starts clawing at his skull really hard. He draws blood and I grab his wrists.

"Į ĆÃŃ PRØVĖ Į'M ŃØT HŌRRÍBŁĖ Į DÒŃ'T WÃŃT TÔ BÊ Â MÙRDĒRĖR-"

He starts trying to claw himself again and it's getting harder to keep his arms still. His body wracks with sobs.

"Error please wake up you're having a nightmare-!"

"Ī DĪDŃ'T ŁĮKĒ ŠČÄTTĒRĮŃG THĒÌR DÚŠT ÅĆRØŠŚ THĒ MŪŁTĮVËRŠË Ì KŃÕW Ī'M PÄTHÊTĪĆ BÙT PŁÊÃŚË ŃÓ MŌRË PÄĪŃ Ī ĆÄŃ'T TÂKÉ ĪT PŁÊÊË!!"

"ERROR WAKE UP!!"

He quickly sat up screaming, and when he shot up I let go of his arms out of surprise. Error's body was wracking with sobs, and he was breathing so hard he could barely catch his breath. He doesn't seem to notice he is here.

"Error, you're okay just breathe."

I don't think he processed anything I just said. He continued to sob and choke on the air. He curled his body up into a ball and grabbed his head. He looks terrified. I pull him into a hug and pet the top of his skull.

"You're safe, it isn't real."

Slowly, he came to his senses. His breathing slowed a bit, but he was still panting. Tears were still dripping down his face. He sniffled and looked up at me.

"i-INk...?"

I gave him a gentle smile.

"Yep, it's me."

He looked down and had a slightly embarrassed look on his face. Soon, his face twisted back into sadness and he tensed up. Some more tears fell down his face.

"wHÿ aRė ÿØu evËń hĒłPińG mË... Ī dŌń'T dÊśËrvĒ äńŸ øF tHįš!"

His glitching horribly increased.

"Don't say that, you deserve anything that fits under the definition of good."

"ń-Ńø Į dŌñ'T... ī kĮlŁËd tHōÙšÂńDŠ...!"

"Error, you didn't want to do it. It's all Fate's fault. And uh... mine too."

"bÚt tHēŸ śÃŸ īT'Š mŸ fÄÚłT... ãŁł tHōšË ŠØŪŁŠ..."

I pull him closer to me. I gently push his head into my chest.

"Is that what your nightmare was about?"

"...hŌw dĮd yØù kŃoW Î hÄD ä ńĮgHtMãRË...?"

I pet his skull again.

"You were crying and saying that you didn't want to do it, you were saying please no, and you started yelling. Would you like to talk about it? It might make you feel better."

He still kept his gaze downwards, but he snuggled into me. WHY IS HE SO CUTE.

"...Į gÚÊšŠ..."

He took in a deep breath. His glitching calms down a little. He sounds like a kitten when he inhales. I try not to fanboy.

"tHē bEgInNInG oF mŸ dRëAM wAs fÌñE. Í wÄs acTuaLLy haPpŸ. Į dReAmT tHaT ÿØu, mĒ, DreAm, øÚtEr, ńĮgHtmArE aNd hĪš gAnG aŁōńG wĮtH aŁl tHē ćHarÃ'Š wErE sITTínG ōŃ a gRaSsy fIełD òŃ a sUnNy dAy. Įt wÃś aMaZIng. b-But tHēń..."

He paused, and he looked scared. His body began to tremble slightly. I place him on my lap, continuing to hold the smol glitchy bean close and pet him.

"T-tHēŃ... ÿ-ŸØu ãŁł dĪšÃpPėÃrĒd å-ÃńD Į šÃw â-ÃłŁ tHē hÚmÄŃŠ ÃŃd mØńŠTēRŠ tHãT Ï h-HĀd tÕ kÏłŁ... t-tHēÿ šÃīd tHâT Ī kĪłŁēd tHēM, âŃd m-MÂdË tHēM fĒêŁ ëńDłÊšŚ pÂįŃ. THēŸ śÅīD Ī dĒśĘrVË tØ śŪfFēR łĪkĒ Ī mÄdĒ t-tHëM š-ŠùFfĒr..."

His eyes become teary. I rub his back comfortingly. He sniffles and keeps going.

"ã-AnD tHëń ÿØu ÃńD ëVēRÿøŃĒ tHãT šÄt wĪtH mĒ øŃ tHē gRåŠśŸ hĪłł Ē-ęxČēPt tHē ČhÄrĀ'Š šÙrRøùŃdĒd mĒ ä-âńD tØłD mĒ tHäT Ī dĪdŃ'T dËśÊrVē tØ bË hÃpPÿ, tHäT tHëŸ ńØ łŌńGĒr bËłÏêVëD īŃ m-mE, Ī dØń'T dËśĒrVë â ś-ŠėĆõńD ćHÂŃčË, tHëŸ śÄīd ī'M ä mêrĆīŁëŠś dĒśTrØÿĒr, tHëŸ š-ŠHøÜłDv'Ë łĒfT mĖ íŃ tHē vØīD, tHēŸ šÂīD į'M hØrRíbŁē,"

He stopped to take a breath.

"Í'm ńØ łŌńGëR ńËéDėD äŃD âM wËÃk, pÂtHëTīČ âŃd Ä WóRšÊ mÙrDÊRéR tHâŃ fRīŠK, Į'm ThË mØšT mĒRćĪłËšŚ bĒīŃg tÕ ëVËr êXīŠT, tHëŸ tHØùgHt Í êńJøÿËd śČätTëRÍńG d-DuST åćRŌšŚ tHē mÙłTÎvÈrŠè, mÄkÍńG â hËÄdDøG øÚt óF mÉ śōÜńDÊd âPpÊÂłĮńG, âŃd tHäT ńØ mÙrdÉrÉrŠ wÉńT ㊠fÅr ⊠mË. THêŃ, ÿØu ⣳ ãtTÄČkéD mÊ ãT øńĆë. ĪT h-HùRT rÊÃłŁÿ bÄd."

Oh gosh... that sounds awful... poor Error...

"It's okay, I won't ever let anything like that happen to you ever again. I will never betray you. I've done SO much wrong in the past, but now I'm gonna fix it."

I let him cry into my chest, his small, scarred hands gripping onto my pajama top. I continue to rub his back and hold him close. He's been through a lot of pain. Especially with the self-hatred he's dealing with. I hope I can fix that. Dream's positive aura seems to be helping though. Speaking of Dream... I can hear him snoring from his room. Ugh. Eventually, I hear Error's breathing become slow. He fell asleep. SO. FRACKING. CUTE. I turn off the lamp and tuck us both in, with Error curled into my chest and my arms wrapped around his back. I begin to drift back to sleep.

You are so gay.

Frick, the shippers.