3rd person pov

Ink is snoring away in his bed. Dream is sucking on an onion I MEAN sleeping,
(geez wrong book. This isn't "THE LAST LAUGH"!) and Blue is reading a guide on how to build booby traps.
(Hehehehe booby- wow I'm immature, or just really gay for tits.)

Meanwhile with Error...

"ńø...ńöñōńöñõńø... Ī-Į w-w-was fĪńÂłŁÿ f-fRēè..."

His hardest effort for nothing.

Error had finally woken up a few hours later, and was lying there. He had tried to get up, only to flop back down. The chains restraining his arms and legs were at fault for this. Eventually, Error was able to sit up. He curled up to the best of his ability, letting his mind drift off into a sea of several thoughts.

So far, he had:

Lost to Ink in battle- who now towered over him in height
Got captured
Crashed because of Ink
Cried because Ink was holding him and his haphephobia couldn't take it
Screamed at the voices in front of Ink
Showed Ink he was scared of him
Was forced by Ink to tell him about what the voices said
Attacked Ink but got pinned down by him
Let Ink calm him down
Told Ink why he was irritated
Escaped the cell
Got captured again.

Error was humiliated by how much weakness he had shown to Ink. How pathetic he looked in front of the artist.

He was supposed to be making Ink show weakness, not him! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN CONTROL!

Now, Error knows he can't show any more weakness to Ink. Error is the destroyer of worlds, he can't let down his walls around anyone!
...
Right?

Maybe... if Error stayed here, and tried to stop attacking Ink as much as he could... maybe things would get better. He'd have an easier time building his composure and getting used to the forgetful skeleton.

And when Ink lowered his guard... Error could escape, successfully this time. He'd hide more skillfully, and when the time arrived he'd get back to killing off those filthy abominations.

As if that would happen. Soon... Ink will show Error that destroying doesn't have to happen...

Deep down inside, Error knows that no matter how many AU's he destroys... he's still never happy. Never satisfied. Killing all these people isn't bringing his loved ones back.

"š-ŠtÙpiD įŃk..."

Error muttered, still quite pissed off.

Error couldn't even move his arms or legs- he was stuck! Stupid Ink had chained him up yet again!

But...

Whenever Error captured Ink in the anti-void, he always kept Ink tied up. Until, Dream and Blue would come to the rescue along with Fresh, who would keep Error distracted, or simply just crash him using physical contact.

Maybe this was his punishment for nearly killing the dumbass goldfish I mEaN artist so many times, for keeping him tied up in the air for so long, for always destroying what meant most to Ink. For keeping Ink in a space he was so afraid of.

Why is everything always going so wrong for Error?

Because he always made things go wrong for Ink.

Because he was always hurting Ink. He was too insane for remorse.

As Error was thinking this... one scary thought crossed his mind.

'wHat iF InK iS kEePinG mE hErE, bEcAuSe hE'S gOinG tO eXEcUtE mE?'

Error could feel his soul beat speed up.

Then, it slowed.

(Mild trigger warning! Proceed with mild caution, because me trying to sound professional isn't working.)

'wAit, wHy dO I cArE? PaRt oF mE hAs aLwAyS wAnTed To dIe anYwAy. I meAn, WhO wOulD EvEn mIsS mE?'

Error chuckled sadly as he thought this. He curled into himself even more, a heavy feeling weighing down on his soul.

'aLl i'Ve eVEr dOne iS hUrt pEOplE aNyWaY. THeY'd aLl pRoBabLy cElEbrAtE mY dEaTh.'

A sad smile spread across his face, as he began to descend into a spiral of dark thoughts.

'I dEsErvE tHis. nO, I dEsErvE wOrsE. I hOpE iNk jUsT eNdS mE. bEsIdEs, it'S NOt lIkE nIghTmARe's gOnNa cOme aNd GEt mE. hE wOulD'vE dOne sO bY nOw. THat jUst pRoVEs hE dOesn'T cArE aLl tHe mOre. aLl tHe tImEs I tRiEd tO mAkE mYsElF mOrE uSefUl foR hIm, hE nEvEr eVen aPprIciAtEd It. hE jUsT cOntInuEd tO sUck uP mY nEgAtIvIty, gIvE mE eXtRemE nIghtmArE's, pOur eVEn mOre nEgAtIvIty iNto mE aNd jUsT bE aN oVErAlL dICk.'

Error glared at the wall, but then his expression returned to its original sad look.

'I hOpE i'M aT lEaSt bEiNg oF uSe tO hIm nOw, fOr OnCe.'

Error hadn't noticed when he began to cry.

He didn't notice as time passed, and he began to sob.

His sobbing grew louder, and he couldn't think straight he was crying so hard.

(Trigger shit is over, I'm just gonna go and eat a bird I MEAN exist-)

Ink's pov

I wake up to someone shaking me rather violently.

"Ink, wake up!!"

"Mmmrgg-...?"

"There's- hrk- really strong negativity...*burp*-"

Dream paused to cover his mouth and swallow something.

"C-coming from the bASeMENT-"

Dream took a moment to re-compose himself.
Now that I look at him, he looks really really sick...
Wait... is that pineapple juice in his socket-?
(AGHHH STOP MAKING "THE LAST LAUGH" REFERENCES WEEBY-)

"You... you should go check up on Error, his negativity is concerningly stRONG-"

Dream then stumbled out of the room and made a beeline to the bathroom.

Error's negativity must be REALLY bad... I should go check it out, and see if I can help.

I hop out of bed, run out of the room and down the stairwell, run down the next stairwell to the basement and stop at the door. I unlock all of the locks, and burst into the room, and quickly shut the door incase Error makes a run for it again.

Loud sobs come from Error, who is curled up in a ball on his bed, his entire body shaking violently. His head is buried in his knees, making him look absolutely tiny.

He didn't even notice me barge in... not good.

I waste no time in hopping onto the bed, picking him up and placing him down on my lap and wrapping my arms around his back.

He buries his face into my chest and clutches onto my shirt to the best of his ability, still sobbing hard.

I rub circles on his back, and whisper soothing words to him.

He continues to sob, and buried his head further into my chest.

"Shhhhh... it's okay glitchy, you're okay just let it all out..."

I whisper to him softly, and his sobbing slowly dies down a little.

I continue to rub his back and hold him close, and the sobs turn into whimpers. By now, I can feel large wet patches on my shirt from Error's tears, but I don't care.

We remain in the same position, with me holding him close and Error snuggled into my chest, his hands still clutching my shirt.

By now, his whimpers had died down to sniffles, and I began to gently stroke his skull.

By now he was silent, and so was I.

Still, I held him close, and he stayed burrowed in my shirt.

More time passed, and I heard quiet snores coming from the small glitch. He was still clinging onto my shirt, and his head was still up against my chest but his head was now tilted to the side a little, and I could see his face if I looked down and to the right.

He still had tear residue on his cheeks, and large bags were evident under his eyesockets.

I stood up from the bed, carrying Error with me. I pulled back the covers, and got into the bed still holding the sleeping bean.

I layed down on my back, with Error resting on top of my chest, his tiny body curled up and his small hands still gripping the fabric of my shirt.
His head leaned against my chest, and he looked a little more at peace when I pulled the covers over us both and wrapped my arms around him again.

I soon drifted off into sleep too.

With Dream

I sat leaned up against the bathtub, not bothering to clean up the shimmering golden vomit puddles I made on the floor and toilet.

So much pain, sadness, anger, fear... it was such a strong mixture of everything...

My head hurts so bad. I still feel so nauseous.

I try calling out to Blue or Ink, but all that comes out are weak, raspy voice cracks.

So I pull out my phone and text Blue.

Moments later he bursts into the bathroom, his eyelights landing on me.

"Oh Dream, you poor thing... it's the negativity again, isn't it?"

Blue whispers. I'm thankful he's keeping his voice down for me.

I nod, and Blue walks over to me and helps me up.

He carries me bridal style to my room, and sets me down on the bed. He props a pillow up behind my back, and helps me to sit up.

"Stay right here, I'll be right back."

I nod as best as I can, and Blue leaves the room. I wait.

My head is pounding. I can feel the magic stirring and churning in my bones.

After what felt like an eternity Blue returned, with a tray in his hands.

He placed down tea on the nightstand next to me, took off my circlet and placed a cool cloth over my forehead, then pulled the covers over me. He put a bucket down on the nightstand, and set the tray down on my lap which had a cinnamon bun on it.

"Thanks Blue..."

"You're welcome, I hope you feel better soon."

As Blue went to leave the room, I called out his name.

"Blue wait please!"

He stopped and turned around, looking at me questioningly.

"Yes?"

"Can you... stay for a little longer, please...?"

Blue smiled warmly at me and pulled up a chair next to my bed.

I told Blue about Error's negativity, and we both frowned.

Soon, I could feel Error's sadness and loneliness begin to dissipate, and later it was all gone and I felt much better, thanks to Blue's company and whatever Ink must've done down there if he even went into the basement to fix things, which I'll assume he did.

Blue soon left, and I fell back asleep.

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1751 words! As promised, here is your long chapter!

Enjoy!