Error's pov

I was lying in the bed, looking up at the ceiling. That bastard did something to me! That moment he reached zero... something pricked my neck, and everything went black...

I hate this so much. I hate Ink. I hate his stupid friends. I hate the voices.

"We hate you too."

Hasn't Nightmare senses my emotions? I understand the last time we saw each other we weren't on greatest terms... but it wasn't my fault he pissed me off!

I just want to go home. I want to get back to destroying those stupid anomalies. I want to crochet again. I want to watch UnderNovella. I want to make those AU's suffer. I want to make Ink suffer. I WANT TO MAKE HIM PAY.

Nightmare, why haven't you ambushed Ink and the others yet? Are you even coming for me at all? Are you just gonna leave me here?

Tch... or is it because he's noticed that I experience double the amount of negativity when I'm with Ink?

...asshole. I'll get out of here myself, damnit.

When I find you, Nightmare...

You better have a good fucking explanation as to why you haven't come for me. After all, I help with creating negativity for you, don't I?

"He never needed you in the first place."

"Wow, you seriously thought you actually meant something to Nightmare?"

"You've seen the way he treats you... don't be stupid, glitch."

"Nobody cares about you! Just get over yourself already!"

"He's probably found a new source of negativity that DOESN'T TRY TO KILL HIM or HAS TOO MANY ISSUES"

"He was probably done with your shit."

"You're so dramatic, no wonder he's forgotten about you!"

"...Maybe he knows you staying with Ink is for the best."

I don't care.

I. Don't. Care.

I... don't... care...

I
Don't
Care

I   d o n ' t   c a r e . . .
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That table looks interesting.

"Wh-"

"...Wow."

"Idiot."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

I'm so bored.

I roll out of the bed, landing flat on my face on the floor. I roll towards the desk, and accidentally hit my head against the chair. Ow. I sit myself up, and slowly begin to stand. I slither onto the chair, and then sit myself on top of the desk.

...that was pointless. There's still nothing for me to do. If only my arms and legs were free, maybe I could figure out another way to escape?
...Ink isn't here yet.

Maybe if I just-

*Click click*

Or not. Not yet, at least...

The door opens, and in walks Ink who quickly closes the door behind himself. Damn, I could've taken the chance to slither out the door... I'll do it next time. He won't catch me if I'm below him, because by the time he bends down to catch me, I'll already be out of his grasp. Heh, I'm so smart. Very smart, yes. Yes I am. Very much smart yes.

I suppress a giggle.

"Error? Where'd you go- oh, there you are. Hi! How are you?"

"i'M bOrEd. LeT mE oUt. sEt mE fReE."

"Aw I'm sorry, you know I can't do that."

I pout. That's not fair. I want out.

"I'M bOreD."

"Well, you're in luck! I've thought of something to do!"

I look at him, and he looks at me with a bright smile.

"wHaT iS iT?"

"Remember how I said I'd ask you one question per day?"

I groan.

"uGh, aNytHing bUt thAt!"

"Sorry, but this is going to help both you and I! And if you answer, I have a little gift for you!"

"...fIne."

I'm secretly a little excited to see what the gift is.

Ink sits in the chair, and lets me sit on top of the desk. He pulls out a notebook.
(Because Ink has now decided notebooks aren't for noobs.)

"Let's start off easy! How are you feeling today?"

Stabby.

"gReaT."

"Nice try."

"oKay fIne, i'M fEelInG... uHh..."

I'm not used to talking about my feelings.

"aNnOyEd, bOrEd aNd... uM... i'M nOt sUre."

Ink jots a few things down, then continues.

"Okay, and do you know why you feel this way?"

"yOu sAiD oNe quEStIon, sTuPid! aNd wHat aRe yOu, mY tHerapIst?!"

"These are just starter questions, just to test the water with you! And yes, you could say that..."

Ink scratches his chin. Now I'm itchy too. Ugh, and I can't move my arms... and plus, my arms have been really itchy too... I want to scratch them so bad.

"wHat wAtEr?"

That reminded me how thirsty I am... Weird, I've never been thirsty before, but after I started eating Ink's food... hm. I really could use a glass of water...
(YOU DIRTY SINNERS!! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!! DO NOT COMMENT ANYTHING DIRTY I FRICKING SWEAR IT WASN'T MEANT TO SOUND DIRTY-)

"...it's... never mind. Anyway, this is the last test question before I get to the actual one."

"jUsT aSk aLreAdy."

"Are you feeling any better from... yesterday? Do you even remember yesterday or this morning?"

Hmm...

"...I rEmEmbEr... uMm... lAsT nIght, I wAs... nOthInG, nEvEr mInd."

"No, please tell me! I promise I won't judge you."

"...i wAs reAllY uPseT, bUt iT'S aLl A bLur aFtEr tHat..."

"...I see."

Ink scribbled down another thing in his notebook.

An awkward silence took over.

"Anyway, this is the real question now! Have the voices bothered you at all today?"

I think back to what they said earlier. It... hurt a lot, but I'll never admit it. Never.

"...nO."

I wince as my voice cracks.

"...Are you sure?"

"yEs"

"You're not a very good liar, glitchy."

"..."

Shit.

"You do realize you can just talk to me, right? I told you I was going to help you and be there for you from now on..."

Ink put his hand on top of my hand, and looked at me.

"I made a promise to myself. I promised myself that I would take good care of you. That I would fix everything. Both your problems, and the problems of the multiverse."

He continued to hold eye contact with me.

"...I dOn'T nEed yOu tO tAkE cArE oF mE, I cAn Do iT mYsElF! I dOn'T nEed yOur hElP! I dOn'T nEed AnYOne! Ī'M FĪŃË ØŃ MŸ ÕWŃ!¡"

I glare at Ink, and he looks at me with a stupid, sad look on his face.

That asshole's giving me pity...!

THE NERVE OF HIM!!

"But if I don't help you, how are you ever going to be happy? You and I... we're not so different. You went down a dark path, and I wish I was there to prevent it... we both lost our AU's. We both miss our family. That's why you destroy, right? Because you're jealous they get to be happy but you don't... because you think making others unhappy will help you cope... but deep down inside, you know it's useless. You know destroying won't bring back your loved ones. Especially... your brother."

I feel my eyesockets go empty, and my glitches begin to spazz frantically.

"Š-šHùT ūP!"

My vision was beginning to leave me.

"See? Just look at you... you're already breaking down... that's why I'm trying to tell you, there are other ways to cope... it doesn't have to be the deaths of innocent people! Things can get better in other ways! I promise, I'll help you...

You're not alone."

He embraces me in a hug.

I feel a pang in my chest.

The fact that someone as pathetic as him... did this to me. Reduced me to this pitiful, defenceless mess. I hate it. He makes me so... weak! How many times has he seen me break down now?! It needs to stop... but I don't know how. He just... knows how to make me expose my feelings. I hate it. I hate it. I. Hate. It.

"Things are going to get better."

Ink says to me, still hugging me.

His words... still hit deep. How can he know that?! As long as I'm here, nothing will get better! Nothing's ever going to get better!

Ink finally lets go of me, and I feel my glitches begin to clear up slowly. He looks into my eyes, and gives me a sad smile.

I look away. Something about him just...

"D...dØn'T ł-ŁoŌk aT mĒ lĮkĒ tHât..."

He giggles.

"Haha, okay, sorry. But anyway... you did great today! Thank you for answering!"

"hMpH."

"So umm... I uhh, got you a little something."

I look at him in curiosity.

In his hands, are... Chocolate from Underfell.

I can already feel myself drooling. I haven't had chocolate in FOREVER!!!

(It's been 5 days, Error.)

I get more excited as I feel Ink unchaining my arms.

The moment my arms are free, I snatch the chocolate from him and quickly unwrap it. I begin to nibble it slowly. Who knows when I'll get another bar again? I need to savour this.

Ink's pov

I watch as Error hungrily snatches the bar from me, and rips the wrapping off. He then begins to nibble it, as small, circular blushes coat his cheeks.

He looks so happy... holy frick he's so cute...

He soon finishes the bar of chocolate, and sighs happily.

He then stretches his arms out, and scratches various parts of his body, then scratches at his arms violently.

He then finishes, and flexes his fingers.

I don't want to chain his arms up again... it must be so irritating for him.

"Okay, I'm going to give you one more chance not to attack me. Your arms can be free, but not your legs... yet. If you can prove to me you won't misbehave, I will release your legs. Do you understand?"

He nods, still smiling a little.

I will let his arms be free... but that means I'm going to have to keep an even closer eye on him. Not just because he can attack me at any time, but... because I don't want him hurting himself either.

...So that would probably mean I can't leave him alone until he sleeps. Because he has Autophobia, leaving him alone may scare him... so this means I would have to have him under a full watch schedule, but I can't do that, I need to monitor the AU's and make sure no attacks ensue anywhere.

Unless... if Dream, Blue and I take shifts in watching him in his cell.

...This shouldn't even be happening. Him doing this to himself... the proper thing to do would be to talk to Sci about this.

Yeah. I'll discuss the schedule with Dream and Blue, then I'll pay Sci another visit when I can.

"eArTh tO iNk?"

"Wh- oh, sorry! What'd you say?"

"I sAiD cAn I aT lEaSt hAvE sOmetHiNg tO dO In hERe?"

Error said, fiddling with his hoodie strings.

"Yeah, sure!"

I take out broomie, and begin to create things.

I make a rubber ball, a rubix cube, a box containing a puzzle full of small pieces, a popcorn- shaped stress ball and a coloured wooden puzzle that you need to assemble.

"oH. THanks."

"You're welcome!"

Error hops down from the desk, and sits on the floor. He grabs the things I gave him, and examines them. He then pokes at the wooden puzzles, concentration on his face. He's so childish, it's adorable.

I pull out my phone, and look at the time.
1:31 p.m.

"I'm going to go talk to Blue and Dream quickly, do you need anything?"

"...caN I hAvE sOme wAtEr pLeaSe?"

"Of course! I'll be right back!"

I teleport into the kitchen, and open a cupboard. I grab a glass, and close the cupboard. I then walk to the water cooler, and push the button. Water begins to trickle into the glass, eventually filling it up. I press the button again, shutting it off. I grab the glass
(I accidentally typed "I grab fell" I just imagine Ink grabbing Fell by the hood, and dragging him down into the basement to feed his pet cat, known as Error.)
and teleport into the cell.

"Here's your water!"

He takes the glass, and the water is emptied in a span of ten seconds. Damn, he must've been thirsty.
(Listen here you little shits, if I see ONE DIRTY COMMENT-)

(Okay I'm sorry for calling you little shits ;-;)

"Anything else?"

I say as I take the glass from him.

"nO. nOw gO aWaY."

"Oh wow, okay"

I teleport out of the cell, and brace myself to go back into Dreams room.

Here goes nothing...

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