100th story in this book.

Error POV
  It's been two months since my escape. Ink and I have done great killing anyone who makes us angry.
  We're low on cash however. We'll have to make a trip to the bank.
  I woke Inky up. She hugged me. I hugged back. I felt calm. She must be using a spell or something. But calm feels... good.
  "We need money."
  "We need sleep."
  I told her my plan and she grabbed a gun.
  "Let's go." She said.
  I laughed like a crazy person for a bit. I don't know why. I'm not crazy.
  Inky says I'm just... excited.
  We teleported. There weren't many people there so we'd be able to rob the place no problem.
  I looked at Ink and smiled. I felt my face heat up. She looks so cute there just fiddling around with her gun.
  She looked up and smiled, also blushing.
  "Are ya ready?"
  She nodded.
  We went inside and shot a civilian. Everyone started screaming and we demanded money from the tellers.
  They fearfully gave us what we wanted but we heard police sirens. We shot everyone there. Blood painted the bank like it was a canvas.
  A picture of death and chaos.
  I heard one more gunshot. I looked to Ink. Her hands were covering her stomach, blood oozing out from a bullet hole.
  She'd been shot. She fell to the ground, tears fallowing.
  I had started crying as well, I picked her up and teleported home. Shit. I got money but... at the cost of her life...
  This isn't worth it. I punched the wall. She winced.
  "C-control."
  "D-dont Die Inky. I-I promise to be happy!"
  "Error, I don't... really have a choice." She fell limp shortly after.
  I started sobbing. No! No! What's this feeling!? I don't like it!
  I put her in bed. S-she'll wake up soon right? I sat by her, laid her head on my lap, and ran my fingers through her hair. She'll wake up any minuet now... any minute.