Warning: Graphic mentions of rape and suicide. Especially suicide--

Ack, here NightKiller0185
I'm sorry papppiii I wrote tooo muucchhh pls forgive your babbiii sobbb-
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One string.

That was what Error currently held in his shaking and glitched phalanges. The string itself, Error noticed, was rather beautiful. It was thin as paper, with a lovely sapphire hue and a gorgeous shine. All of this beauty, and yet these strings have also cut steel like butter and killed oh, so many humans and monsters alike. Error wasn't sure just how many had perished by his hands, but he was sure it was more than billions by now. Such beautiful strings, yet so deadly. Error's mind had compared them to a rose, and that was a fair comparison to choose. But, Error followed up, roses don't kill people. At least rose thorns can be snipped off, while Error's strings will stay a danger for all of eternity. Well, whatever 'eternity' is left for him.

Error had never taken himself as the suicidal type, if he had to be honest. He thought his life was quite nice. Yanno, destroying happy-go-lucky universes that got a better life than him, pissing off Nightmare, pissing off Ink...

Ah, yes. Ink. The very reason Error even had the string in his hands in the first place. The emotionally constipated, blunt to a fault, self-proclamed artist that was somehow dubbed 'Protector'. That sick fuck. How dare he. Ink is nothing but a filthy, disgusting liar. A rapist with no real regrets, no matter what his vials of lies tell him to feel. Nothing is genuine. But, Error will bitterly admit, he sure looks fucking genuine when he fucking rapes the shit out of Error. The sick, perverted face of pleasure. The wide Cheshire Cat smile the stretches across his skull while Error pleads for mercy with neon blue tears streaming down his cheekbones. And Ink's opaque multi-coloured blush to top it all off...

Error found himself glaring at the string he held. He knew that exact shade of blue was somewhere within that disgusting rainbow blush Ink had. Error knew that every colour on his body had a place in that blush. And it disgusted him. He was disgusting. Disgusting for sharing a colour with Ink. Even the black of his bones wasn't spared, for Ink had those dark, evil eyes and that even darker ink which forever stained the tip of his brush... or rather, Broomy, as Ink had so 'creatively' named it. Ink wasn't creative at all. He simply looked the part. And everyone believed it.

...

Damn it. He allowed himself to get lost in his own thoughts again. He had to stay on task. He had to remember what he was doing, and why. Error looked at the string, and this time, he didn't see the blush of the Protector. This time, when he rested his broken gaze on the string, he saw in it's shiny surface... hope.

Hope for getting away. Forever.

Error found himself smiling.

Something he hadn't done in a while. A long, long while.

Error took one end of the string and placed it between his teeth, and he bit down on it. He then held it taut with his left hand; his right hand approached the string and Error allowed for the string to embed itself deep into his wrist. Error hissed to himself, watching as neon blue magic—the 'blood' of monsters—spilled out generously from the wound. Error smiled once more.

Maybe this would work after all.

He moved the string from his left hand to his right, then he repeated the slicing on the left wrist. More magic spilled out.

Now for the final part.

Error took both ends of the string and held it in both hands. It's sapphire sheen was ruined by the neon blue that now coated the string. His wrists protested dully, but Error didn't pay the pain any mind.

He moved the string to his collum, then he circled it to the back of his collum, then back again. The string now fully circled his neck.

Error knew what he had to do. He couldn't hesitate, even for a moment. It would ruin everything. He had to act, and he had to act now.

With a harsh pull from both sides, Error tightened the string around his collum. It tightened and tightened, until it finally sliced through.

Then, dust was all that remained.

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727  words oh god I'm sorry it was only supposed to be like 200 or something-

Oh well haha--