Ink had gotten home and ran to his room... Memories floated in and out of his mind... It was painful... He'd try to hold onto a train of thought and then it'd be gone... Something was missing... It wasn't until he walked into the bathroom in his room and saw the Black liquid sitting around and on the small razor, next to the sink that he could hold his thoughts together... 'What is... Oh yeah... Maybe I can...'... Ink picked up the dirty razor, it was still covered in his blood and had even started to rust... But he didn't care as he pulled down his sleeves to reveal the few cuts he'd made what felt like hours... Or days ago... He placed the blade against his arm, a few inches away from one of his tattoos... He pushed it in through his softer more malleabler bone...

The blood slowly surfaced...

He pushed harder...

Marrow mixed with the Black liquid...

All the while Ink realized what was missing...

He felt...

Nothing...

But...

Pain!

...

There was none of the Pleasure as before...

Only Pain...

Ink felt the need to do this more and more and more... As he slashed into his arms. He felt Nothing but...

Pain...

But it was better than nothing...

Although soon even that became numb...

He threw the blade into the shower/tub wall in frustration! The feeling was gone... He wanted more!

He looked up at the mirror to see his emotion-less eyes stare back... But he could also see him from a few days ago as well... The faces he made flashed on his reflection's face and finally ended on him...

He punched his mirror, shattering it and embedding them into his bones in his hand... But he didn't care... He couldn't feel it anymore...

In all honesty, he already knew this would happen at some point... His Paint was slowly turning into the Black ink all on its own... He used to cry and even blush like a Rainbow... But now...

Everything was all Black...

It was all fake!!!

He shouldn't care!!!

And yet!!!

That's all he ever wanted!!!

He hated the empty feeling!

Ever since he was a kid!!!

That was one of the reasons they had given him the vials...

So he could feel...

Even if it wasn't real...

They were real enough for him...

But That Didn't Matter Now!!!

THEY WERE GONE!!!

BROKEN!!!

EMPTY!!!

....

Just like him...

...

Ink ran into his room and began tearing it apart, 'I always felt something watching my creations being destroyed!!! It's gotta work now!!! It Has To!!!'... He threw his chair at the wall smashing it to pieces, he ripped every drawing, doodle, and or painting he'd ever made, he tipped over every Paint bucket, broke every pen, pencil, and brush...

And yet...

He felt...

NOTHING!!!

Error watched in horror as his "mortal" enemy did the very thing he so desperately tried to stop every day... All while bleeding Black oozing liquid everywhere...

Finally, Ink had run out of things to break... And he didn't feel anything... Not guilt... Remorse... Not even sadness... He could tell that someone had been watched... But he didn't have the capacity to care... He took off his Satchel... And sunk to the floor... He looked at the muted colours and could almost see them get darker...

The colours that had once acted like his Soul... That allowed him to feel... Were BROKEN... They were never really needed to help him create... The only reason he had them was so he could feel the fake emotions they provided...

"I should of listened to them... They said this would happen one day... I guess I should of listened better..."

Slowly Ink got up... He made his way back to the bathroom, standing in front of the broken mirror, he could now see and make out Error standing in his doorway... He looked horrified... Not that he cared... Ink messily threw some bandages on his arms, 'It's almost time to go check in with the other Star Sanses... I don't really want to... But they'll just bug me if I don't inform them I'm alive... I can tell them that I'm going away for a while, while I'm at it... Then I can be left alone... And maybe... Yeah... I think I will...', Ink then proceeded to wrap his eyes in a thin bandage, enough he could see, but also enough so that the others couldn't see his now blank stare.

Error watched as the Broken Skeleton did a terrible job bandaging himself up... He was confused as to what was happening but he couldn't focus on it as his OCD kicked in, "Oh For The L.O.V.E. Of God!", as he made his way to the bathroom, before he entered, Ink hide the razor in his pocket as to keep Error from taking it... He didn't know why he thought he would but that didn't matter now as he entered the small bathroom. "Just Let Me Do It! God You Useless!", Error began to unwrap the messy gauze and then rewrap them more precise. Ink could feel his non-existent heart beating against his chest, he didn't understand why though... His vials were broken and it's not like he could feel anything... And yet this was happening... Ink decided to put it out of his mind for now... Ha, it was almost like he cared!

Error finished with the bandages and helped Ink hide them, Ink gave him a questioning look... But he didn't really care anymore, "Thanks Glitchy... I gotta go now... But I'll catch ya later,", Ink opened a portal to the AU that housed the 'Star Sanses' base, it was where Dream and Blue lived, Ink had a room there as well but he liked his space so he used it as a spare room for art supplies... Not that he'd use them anymore... But before he entered he said one more thing under his breath... Hoping Error wouldn't really hear him...

"Maybe..."

But he had heard him... And now he was even more worried for the Inkblot...