((I'm sorry this was posted a little later then usual, but I got caught up fangirling about AsylumTale that I forgot about this. That, and playing Neutral Route in UnderTale. I'M SORRY MY SWEETHEARTS!))

Fresh's POV
      What was he watching? Oh Error. He'll get Ink. Before any of this hell continues. Fresh hated seeing Error being harmed like that. He teleported to the piles of dust and Ink was crouched there, running his bony fingers through the substance. Fresh cleared his throat, and Ink turned his head to him.
      "What is it?" He asked, a tired look in his eyes.
      Fresh, for once, didn't talk like he usually did. "Error's in trouble-" were the only words able to escape his mouth before Ink teleported away. Fresh sighed and looked at the dust, a saddening sight to say the least. Every monster recognized it. Which was probably the most depressing thing ever. Young monster kiddos would know this is how you die. But what could you do to reality.... A lot actually.
      He stood up, and teleported to outside Ink's house to view the showdown as it happened.
      Ink slammed open the door to his bedroom, and found the graphic scene inside, just to make it ironic. Fresh first looked to Error. The skeleton was blindfolded by a blue bandana, wrists tied to the bedpost above him. His breath was heavy and his revealed ribs were bloody and chipped at. His own skull was fractured, though you could hardly tell. Simply because of the lack of contrast to the two colors. Laying beside him was one of his ribs. The tip was stained with a very familiar crimson substance spreading across the crumpled bedsheets. The blankets were pulled up just past his pelvis bone and a burning bright yellow was spread across his skull.
      Ink stared, a million different shades all compact into his small face. He quickly rushed over and untied Error.
      Fresh looked around to find the third party, but he wasn't there. That slim sliding dickwad. Thought he could evade Ink's wrath? Well HAH. Fresh would deal will that unrad broski...
      He glanced back to the window where Ink and Error were in the bedroom. Error sat, curled up in the bloody bedsheets with Ink crying in his lap, begging forgiveness. Fresh hated seeing them both hurting, but he had to let them work through this. No fresh friend fellows freaking on them. Heh. He liked that. Fresh was going to use that one when he had the chance. But moving on from his amazing, clever thoughts. He craned to overhear what they were saying.
      "I'm so sorry! W-what happened?! I-I don't understand. Please. W-wha-"
      "pLEasE, INk. K-kILl me. lET mE dIe. P-pLEasE," Error begged.  No. Pleaded with Ink.
      Ink stared at Error for a moment, before shaking his head fervently. The colorful Skelebro stood up and gripped Error's hands, looking deep into Glitchy's eye sockets.

Error's POV
      Ink was practically staring him down. For once he was taller than Error, but that was to an unfair advantage. The experience from what seemed like hours before was stilling replaying fiercely in his mind's eye. Hot tears began to form, but he pushed them away. He hated crying. It made him feel self conscious about his vision.
      "Error.... What happened.." Ink asked, voice trembling.
      He couldn't handle it. Ink wouldn't understand. So Error lowered his gaze away from Ink, who let out a breath and let go of Error's hands. He expected the colorful friend to leave, that way, he could end it without Ink seeing. But instead, Ink hopped onto the bed and snuggled up beside him. Error glitched for a moment, before sinking back to his original faze.
      "I'm not leaving my best friend." God, Ink. Talk about friend zoning to a fault. Savage much? Error fumed silently.
      "Please..... You matter..." His words trailed off. Like he were about to say something, but thought better of it. Error knew what he was about to say. He was thinking about how he doesn't matter. The glitch. That's all he was. A broken version of UnderTale. An error in the system.... But so was everyone else. No. They weren't. Ink had said so. They were made so Ink wouldn't quite be so lonely. He was creative, caring, understanding. He was so many things, he couldn't think of the things Ink wasn't. He was just so.... Perfect.
      Error felt something shake against his chest and he looked down to find Ink crying into him. His tears soaked the pathetic excuse one would call blanket wrapped around Error, and the sight broke him. He let out a glitched sigh and moved his aching arms around the small skeleton.
      "He-FELl-He..." Error fell short on what to say. What-No. How would Ink react? His creation tortured Error and began his path to depression and eventual suicide. How was he supposed to explain that to Ink? But the truth would come out eventually. It'd probably be easier if Ink heard it from Error. Besides.... There's no time like the present!
      "He..." Error mumbled the final bit. At least he said it, didn't he? Ink lifted his skull from the blanket.
      "What was that...?" He asked.  
      Great. Ink couldn't hear him. Already the memories flooding back and it made him sick.
      "I sAId, He..." His stupid glitching voice sank  down to a whisper again! This was such a horrible, horrible thing, this was. Couldn't Ink just drop it?
      "Error. I can't hear yo-" the glitch cut him off with the determination to end it as soon as Ink left.
      "HE FUCKED ME, ALRIGHT?! HE GODDAMN FUCKED ME!"
      He thought back to the moment it all started:

      His eye sockets were covered, so when he struck, it took the heated skeleton completely by surprise. First it was just a few hits, then he felt serrated edges dig deep into his boney arm. Fell peeled off Error's jacket and shirt. The weak skeleton heard the slight voice of a cloth being torn apart. His wrists were pulled above his head violently and he let out a yelp. Fell tied his wrist joints to the bedpost with a familiar texture to that of the glitch's jacket.
      And then a hand began to creep up his femur and into Error's shorts.
      "N-nO! nO PLeaSe! I-I-I hAVen'T-AAGh~"
      It hurt, but it continued. Fell had gripped Error's pelvis bone and pulled. He wished he could see, and have the energy to get away, but here he was barely strong enough to spit out words and getting sexually attacked by an UnderFell. As he felt a warm, bulging object enter him, Error fled to a new land.
      He was sinking into a world full of color. A dark, envious red painted the walls and ceiling and floor. Elegant gold trim in each corner. There were two windows. Both perfect look-alikes. Gentle, lacy curtains with redwood boarders. A silver clasp melded to seem similar to a body kept the sheets of glass from opening. Error peered through the first window. The one with doves sewn into the fabric. The designs were beaning up at the sky like a monster child presenting a card they made to their parents.
      Through the window, he spotted a cluster of skeleton's standing cheerfully in a golden field out of the Underground. There were four children. All running about wildly with a neon highlighter. Fresh was playing with them. Letting the four kids trample all over him, all the while laughing happily. He was there, too. Error had an arm fitted perfectly against Ink's back. They looked different. Error was wearing his glasses and wasn't glitching like a maniac, and Ink was wearing.... The scarf Error was planning on making him. But- he hasn't finished it, yet. How was Ink wearing it? How was any of this possible? Then he noticed the child gripping Ink's hand.
      Their teeth were like Fell's, and a single golden tooth. The child's bones were midnight black with glitch signs dashing along the perimeter of his body. Three dark blue tear streaks ran across his skull horizontally and over his eyes. Those dark, blood red eyes... Had two, swirling masses in the center in the shades of yellow and blue. He wore muddy overalls and a red, patched up T-shirt underneath. A blue pen was tucked in the overalls pocket and a small necklace hung around the child's neck. A paintbrush. With a sweetheart's pink skull embossed with gold.  
      They seemed so menacing, or appeared was a better word for it. But when Error stared into the child's eyes, he saw a lovingly monster who wished nothing more then to be with his family.