Ink's POV:

Paint Palletes....

I lost another child...

Well, I'll just have to trust that Error wont harm Y/N, like F/N. Error has, really, changed, since I last saw him....

Like a lot.

I can't believe that Error took Y/N, she, I....

I don't know... I am so confused right now...

Maybe F/N can give me some reasoning to why I'm feeling this way.

"F/N?" I called to F/N. She seemed to have been in a daze, and was now out of it. She had her left hand on her chin, and she was facing towards the kitchen. We haven't mentioned what happened to Y/N, and we're afraid to mention it.

"Yes, Ink?" She was now gazing at me, not really looking at anything.

"Umm, you see, I, have these feelings..." I begin. I glance over to read F/N's expression, and it clearly shows interest. I look back to where I was staring, which was the floor. "These feelings, are like, care, fear, worry, consideration... all aiming towards Y/N." I look at F/N again. "Do you know what this is?"

F/N is wearing a smirk on her face. She sighs, and rolls her eyes at the same time.

"I know what it is Ink." She whips her hair a bit as she turns her head towards me. "But I feel like it's better if you figure it out yourself." F/N then blinked a few times. "Wow. I sounded so cliché there." She then shrugged.

"That's fine. I guess it will be like you don't know the answer, but I'll always be a curious cat!"

"Hey that's my line!" F/N joked. I smiled. She smiled too.

"So," I start to say, scratching the back of my head. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to get new clothes."

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Y/N's POV:

When you heard that deep voice behind you, you, just cant believe what he did next...

You don't even want to mention it...

But, now, you are in Error's room.

With you half alive.

Seriously! You have a broken foot, your face is swollen shut, and you cant feel your arms. you see your soul in front of you, with the rainbow stripes, now severely cracked and faded, the blueish gray was stronger than ever. You hurtfully close your eyes and try to go to sleep, but to no avail. You then hear Error step in, and he looks at you, and then squeezes your soul.

You scream.

You then scream some more. It hurts so much. It's like you got run over by a truck, 10 times, but you're still alive. Error releases your soul, and comes right where your head was facing.

"̸̭̓Y̶̧̟͎͈͉̲̯̟̯̓̈́̈́͝͠/̶̢̨̛̠͔̹͉̮͎̼͇̹̒̑͗̏̏̾͘̚͜͝N̵̛͔̟̗͚͔͒̄͛̏̐͐̉,̴̢̛̗̫͔͉̻̬̻̦͙̖͍̭̳̤̔͆͆̐̍̈́̚ Ị̴̧̧̨̰̘̘̫̠̫̻̥̱̤̎̆͆̑̓͌͘͜'̸̧̨͉͎̰̖͍͖̞̇͒̾͜͝l̴̡͚̻̰̙͇͚̻̟̘͉̫̂̔̓̽͗͑͑̀̐͗̅̐̕͜ͅl̵̬̐̓͆́͌̇͛ r̸̗̺͙̟̊̀̎̔͗̿̈́̈́̓̀͋ȩ̵̨̹͎̪̰͓̺̖̐p̸̡̛̮̱͗͐̿̍̽̑̽͑͒̔e̸̮̔̂̅̎̆̇͆̇̆͐͝ạ̶̧̦̹̮̘̑̈́͆̐̀̓̉̾̋͗͒̓͠t̵̢̥͚͔͍̭̦͕̋ O̵̦̺̝̮͇͔̭̳̘͙̪͔̹̽̿̐̔̀͑̇̕͝N̷̡̲͕̝͚̘̲͉̳̳͙͓̤͔͙̈́̓̽͋́̅̀̿́̈́̚͝E̷͌̽̓̉͆̄͌̈́̅̋̈͆ͅ m̴̲̫̥̠̒̈́̈́̂̈͗̎̊͘͝͝o̸̢̡̨̧̰̪̭̝͓̭̓͐̿̈́͒̽̚͠ř̴̨̨̺̱͉̟͇͙̞͍̬̟͉̽̀̑́ȩ̸̬̬̟̖̃̃͛̏̊́͆̕̚̕͝ t̶̜̍͛͒́̎̌̄̀̕͠i̵̡̗̯̝̗̰̫̲̫̙̯̻͓͛̓̄͂̈́̊͝m̵̧͔̱̤͇͚̲̞͋͑̉̿͆̐̉͂̄́̋̈́̔̎͝ͅͅẻ̸̛̟̽́̐̎̄̓̓̚͝.̷̦̑̀́̿̂̽̓͂̔̔͆̓.̸̡̨̞̹͙̞͊.̷̻͈̫̻́͂͌̐̐̑̑̍͒̀̑̓̔"̷̯̥͚̍̈̀̃̐̊̀̈̑͑͗̿̈́̚͝ͅ You wince at the volume of his voice.

"̸̡̰̖̟̱̬̰͓̉̀ͅW̵̹̪̰͕̭̺̭͉͍͔̼̩̹̩̽͜͝H̶͚̄͛͂̄͊͗̉̈́̋̿͐͗̕͜͝Ỳ̸̢̨͖͉̜̦̺͉̇̿̎͑̋̌͠ D̵͎̘̹̮̳̦̤̫̘̞͚͇̃̿̎Ȍ̴̦̟̺̙͕̠͚̙̬̙͊̊͊̒̏̐̀̈́́̎̓̕͝͝ İ̷̢̧̼̠̦͐̋̎̊͋͋͑̏̈ Ḣ̴̘̿̀̉̏̔͑̉A̸͍͖̮̖̽̓̀́͛̚͝ͅV̸̧̛͙̞̐͌͛̈́͌̉̌͒̍̐͆̑͜E̴̘̮̝̩̖̓̓͊̃̓̑̈͒̓͜͝ T̷̢̝̮̪͚͓̻͎͔̦̖̫͈̺̀H̵̕͜Į̸̧͚̲͈͍̘̭͎͔̫̲̀͛̈́̔̆̋̅̓̌S̴̢͉̭͉̹̹̜͙̺͔̫̲͊̓͗͒̄̌ F̴͍͓̥̦̥̪̓̎͐͗̌͂̃̓̆̏̊̍̕̚͜Ë̴̢͔̙̺̯̽̓̀̐̓̍͐̇͌̐̈́̂̉͜͜͝Ê̸̘̘̫̖̻̙̠̞̭͙̏̾̈̈́̋͆̍͌̓̕͘͝L̷̛͈̻̯͓͇̼̬̭̠͓͎͂̒̅̋̀̔̂̃̀̀̎̋̆͠Ị̶͈͍͐̓͜͝N̶̡̮̻̯̠͌̏̆̈́̀͂̍̀̾̈́̋̽͠ͅG̷̨̡̧̪̠̰̹̘̯̬͓͕͒͗͂?̵͚̦̥̤̰͔͈̽̈́͒̐͗̈́͝?̴̛͎̓̔̽͐́̉͛̓̓?̵͍̘̐̌͋!̴̛̰̣͔̪́͋͗̾̍͆͗̑̒͒͗̏͒̚!̷̛͉̘͕͉̯̥̙͛̀̌̅̆̔͋̔͘͘͠!̶̹̹͉͇͙̎̽́͋̈́̒̂͋̾̾͑̕͘͝ From the volume and anger, you can barely make out his words. You understood the majority of it luckily,

but you still cant answer his question.

"I-I-I don't-t k-know!" You then look away, your head hurting as you do so, and you feel a slap on your cheek. A hot tear slides down your already soaked face.

"P-p-please! S-s-stop-p!" You cant speak correctly, out of fear, but you don't care. Error's gaze is filled with annoyance and impatientness, and...

immatureness.

Or was it anger? You can't tell. You sigh in defeat, and close your eyes.

~Dream~

You were in the same black room as last time, only this time, it's you, and you alone. Your damaged soul is glowing pitifully, and you shield it, just as an act of care and concern. You walk forwards and notice that you're not going anywhere. You wont be anywhere at this rate with Error, so, what's the feeling that Error is having? With the little information you got from Error, you try to piece the puzzle together.

So far, Error has felt:

Compassion

Care

Fear

Concern

Worry

Mercy

It seems like he cares for... Someone. But who? You really hope it's not Ink, for a reason you already explained.
You got more and more curious as you thought more about it, and you felt excruciating pain. From the pain, you started to gain consciousness, and you were face to face with Error.

"E-error?" You woke.

"Heh. You're finally awake." He mumbled, but you didn't catch that.

"What did you say Error?"

"Ǹ̶̹̂̽̐̈́̎̚͝͠-̷̩͂̓̋͒̅̆͑͛̕͠n̸̖̟͙̠͑̀̌͆̌̆́̃̚͜o̸̠̳͈̹̙̞̼̫̗͖̭̞̦͖͛̄͆̉̂͒̇̅̿̿̀̾̕t̴̹̩̮͙͈̯̲͖͌̏̂̇̎͘h̸͓̹̜́͒̾͛̄ȋ̵̜̦͍͙̃̽͒ͅń̵̨̻͉̠̮̪̭͎͙͙̫͓̽̆͋̽̏̽̾̇́̕͜͝ͅg̷̘̤̗̺̦̼̭̀̓͆̑̍̀̃͊͛͗̍͜͠ͅ!̵̧̡͖̮̫̼̝͍͎̺̻͚̲̱͑̔̌̆̾̑̐̆̀̿͒̽͜" You knew he was lying, but you didn't press on. There was then a moment of awkwardness between the two of you, and you got reminded of what was at hand by the searing pain at your abdomen, with your hands shifting to your side, now that you can move them again.

"Ö̴̧̩͍͍̣͉̍͊̽̈́̅̍̋̄̚ḧ̸̙͕͉̪̩͊̐̂.̴̘̖̬̱̮͂͌̌̍ Ŝ̸̳͇͚̱̠̙̝͙̣̟̥̤̫̓̎͌̑̅̂͜͠ǫ̷̞̩͔͈̯͈͔͎̤̪̆͆́̒̄̀̆͐̈́̊̽́̈́͝ř̴̡̨͖̙̮̱͈̻͚̣͈͇̝̰̇̀̽̇̋̄̔̕͝͝r̵̡̛̫̬̟̺̟̳̲̜̼͛̅̓̈́̆̽͘͝y̶̛̗͚̥̙̠̲.̵̡̧̡̻͈̜̽́̂ͅ I̷̢̡̮̞͕͐̆͊̒̃̈́̀̌́ f̸̯̜̭̙̍̀̊͌͋ͅȯ̷̪̠͖̙͓͋̔r̸̼͈̹͈͎̦͊͂̔̃̒̏̑̈́͆̂́̔̏͝͝g̵̼̮̲̽̽̈́̔̊͐̍͒̃̓̓̓͝͝o̴̗̹̯͔̱͕̜̲̼̥̒̿̒͊̓́̏̽̈͛͘͘ͅť̶̡͇̈́̿͂͗̀̋̔́̇͌͘ͅ y̸̾̏̀͊͒́͂̉̀͋̓̕ͅō̷̼̹͈̳̥͙̝͉̟͓̟̙ǘ̵̢̜̲̯̦̤͜͠ͅͅ c̸̡͌̌͛̒̄̉̋̑͘͝â̴̢̧̪̣̦̤n̷̡̛̞͚̖͓̤̝̖̹͔̖̏͑̆͋̍́̒͜͜͝ s̷̥͙̰̻̞̖͚͖̱̾̈́͛͛͛̈́͊̑̅̄̽̌̈t̸̢̹͙̘̫͎̦̦̳̜̃͛͒͛̀͑̃͋̉̾̋̊̊͂i̵̩͇͓͐̄̏̇̈́͑͛ḽ̷̨̢̨̛̳̱͓̞̺̀̽͂̿͆̎̋̒̕͝͝ͅl̷̛̳̺̹̙̘̹̳͔̫̖̼̰̙͇̯̇͌̐͂̎̈̋̑̿̂̇̈́̌ f̷͉̫͓̤̤̟͓̮̘͉̗̮̝̓ͅe̶̱͊̐͌̈́̾́̽̈́͌̿̍̏ȩ̸̧̙̦̺͂͌́͊̉̾̾͑͗̂͠l̵̲̮͈̘͈̳̮̹̲̠̀̍̈̂̋̍͗̚ t̴̡̫͇̺̳̠̞͕̳̰̫̘̖̀̈́ͅͅh̴͍̣̝̦̮̞͉̄̉͒͑ẽ̶̡̟̱̊̿̑̋̋̂̋̓̈̔̃ p̶̡̛̳̘̺̼̮̰̲̙̀́͂̔̉̓a̵̢̛͙̪̥͕͓̤͕̺̲̭̳̠̐͐̾̾͂̊͗į̴̨̭̭͓̤̣͙̬̗͖̻̯̝̊̇̎̚͝n̴̨̲̟̦̫̮̮̠̤͕̩͙͎̂͋́̎͐.̷̠̞̾̑̾̿" And with that, Error lifted up his hand and sent a wave of blue strings into the ceiling, causing you to feel no more pain.

What a relief.

You sighed in content, and laid back onto Error's bed, and didn't care one bit if he was embarrassed about it. You eventually got into a deep sleep, but what you didn't know,

was that someone else was watching.

F/N's POV:

After I asked Ink for clothes, he nodded and raised his ginormous paintbrush and painted on the wall, causing it to drip, and form into a swirling portal.

My eyes got wide because of this, for to see the action of paint drying is just so amazing. No really! The paint just dried, but was still dripping. Don't ask how I know that it's dry, you'll understand if you see it for yourself.

I then grabbed Ink's hand, and we both stepped through the dripping portal, me being one millisecond out of sync. When we were on the other side, I noticed that it was a mall that I used to go to, back at home. I unconsciously started to tear up, and I rubbed my eyes because of it. Ink noticed, and his face went from a grin, to a frown. He wore the mask of concern.

"What's wrong F/N?" He didn't know anything about my old home. We were a loving family, with everything we needed, including a religion, but, I, decided to become fictional, and out of my own desire. I then started to break down, right then and there, and I shrank to just squatting on my knees, and I was leaning against Ink's leg.

"I-ink... I doubt you know what it's like to just lose your family, all because of your choice, and now they're all sad, BECAUSE OF YOUR CHOICE!!!" I just full on raged, and I didn't care. I got up and ran a direction, to a pretzel shop, and got lost in the crowd.

I heard Ink shout my name a couple of times, but I just looked at him once, and I didn't look back, I didn't want to look back.

I decided to wait at the food court, and just started to sob, as I thought of what I have done.