We went to the house to pick up my stuff.

Ink stayed in the kitchen with Pj and Spilled. He just stared as Papa helped pack up my belongings.

"What about your things Error."

Ink asked.

"Don't need anything up there." Papa growled. He zipped up my bag of books and set them in a portal.

"Your violin."

Papa paused. Then sighed.

He stood up, giving me a quick pat on the head. "Grab anything else that's yours and stay here, I'll be right back."

He stood and walked out. Ink watched in go before following him close behind.

I wandered around my now almost empty room. A few things I grew out of or never like left on my bed and toy chest.

"Gray."

I jump. I turn to see Pj.

He was pressed against the door frame. Glazing at me sadly.

"You're really leaving?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry I didn't play with you that much."

"It's ok."

He gazed down at the floor. "Why don't you stay with us?"

"Because Inks a bad person."

"No. You're wrong!" He snapped.

I opened my mouth but he cut me off.

"Error just twisted you with his lies! Dad told me that's what he does! He's mean and a horrible person. And you're gonna end up just like him!"

I flinched.

He walked away before giving me one more glance.

I stood there for a long moment before Papa walked back in the room with his violin case. He looked furious.

Ink called from upstairs. "Error wait! Please!"

"Into the portal Gradient, hurry."

I did as told, Papa fallowed behind.

The last thing I saw from that house was Inks desperate face falling into regret and anguish.