Error woke after a while, groaning. His body ached, which had become the usual, but it was extra bad right now. He didn't want to move, resulting in him just laying there. Like in the antivoid, Error couldn't tell time, but it had indeed been a whole day of him in bed, on and off sleeping until finally, the next day, he pulled himself out of bed. He was in pain, but he needed to shower. He felt disgusting. He looked down at the... toy inside of him. He wondered if Ink would ever know he removed it if he just put it back in before he returned. But Ink was random, and he knew he could return at any moment. He shook his head. He headed to the bathroom, every step being heavier than the last until he found himself on the floor, throwing up violently. He bursted into tears, which honestly seemed normal for him now. He threw up yet again, wiping his mouth. His vomit had barely anything in it. He threw up again thinking about it.

It took a couple minutes for Error to calm down and gain the strength to stand again, but when he did he struggled to the bathroom. He was dizzy, but determined to get the filthy feeling off his body, well, the physical filthy feeling that was. He knew the mental feeling would never go away, even if he was ever free. He entered the bathroom and made his way to the tub, starting it up and crawling in. He pulled up the little thing that switched the fosset to the shower head and basked in the feeling of the hot water rushing over him. He sighed in delight, hugging himself under the stream. He pulled his knees to his chest, watching the water go down the drain... taking his physical dirt and disgustingness with it... but leaving behind all the mental distress.

The feeling of Ink touching him even when he tells him no...

The begging and screaming for help he knew wasn't coming...

All the memories of how Ink felt all over him, the memories of what he said about it...

All the memories of Ink defiling and violating him...

All the memories of Ink hurting him and treating him like he was nothing but a toy...

A little toy Ink enjoyed breaking and putting back together wrong...

Error realized the water had turned blue and he looked down at what he had done. His arms and thighs were deeply scratched, blood leaking from them. He glitched and jumped backwards, slipping and hitting his head, white hot pain going through him before his vision turned black. His next memory was waking up, the back of his head being healed by someone. He looked to them and for a moment, he thought they were Dream, hugging them around the neck quickly and crying deeply. But why did Dream smell strongly of acrylic paint and pastels? Error realized when he looked down that he was hugging Ink now. He began rapidly glitching, but a sudden soothing wave of healing magic went over him and he melted a bit, relaxing as he felt Ink's arms around him as well. Ink was fully clothed, but was in the shower with Error. He didn't speak, just healed Error's head. He lifted his arms, staring at the self harm Error had done to himself.

Error silently began to weep again. His arms were stinging in the now cold water. He was scared. What would Ink punish him with for this? He didn't want to be raped or tortured again. And he didn't even know why he was tortured the first time. He began to breath heavily, choking on water. Ink quickly pulled them out of the shower, patting Error's back, hard. Error coughed up the water he had somewhat inhaled before beginning to break down and sob. His tears ran heavy as Ink rubbed his back, just listening. Error was surprised he had anymore tears left to cry after all of this, but they just kept coming. Eventually, Ink spoke, "Error. Don't do that shit. You're gonna kill your self, and if you do that, I'll resurrect you, and make sure you have zero free will or ability to move." Error looked up at him in fear for a moment before lowering his head and beginning to sob harder. Ink couldn't even leave him alone when he was in his lowest state. He crumpled in on himself as his crying got more and more "dramatic".

Eventually Ink picked him up and carried him to the bed. He went back in the bathroom and left with medical supplies. Error felt Ink yank one of his arms forward, causing him to cry out in somewhat pain. "Ow! InK sToP!" Error didn't mean to say it, it was more of an automatic reaction at this point. "Error. I'm not hurting you. Shut up." Ink rolled his eyes. Error nodded softly, watching as Ink cleaned his arm with a damp washcloth before applying an antibiotic to the scratches. It didn't hurt, and he didn't struggle. He felt his arm be wrapped up. He snuggled, but ultimately felt a little better. He held out his other arm when Ink was done with that one and it received the same attention. Error closed his eyes this time, imagining it was Dream wrapping him up instead. He took a deep breath, imaging Dream's loving hands slowly rubbing the cream gel stuff on his hurt arms. He imagined his voice scolding him in a good way not to do it again, telling him how much it hurt him when Error hurt. He was pretty much calm when Ink had finished, only slow tears leaking from his eyes.

Ink sighed and broke Error out of his trance by speaking, "Okay. I brought you spaghetti for dinner. Lay down, I'm feeding it to you." Error was confused by Ink's demand. "FeEd Me...? WhY...?" He asked quietly. Ink huffed, "Becuase Error, you need to just lay down. I don't want you killing yourself, so just chill, kay?" Error slowly nodded, weirded out by how Ink acted. Why did he even care? Did he seriously want Error as his toy that badly...? He began to cry again, but laid down as Ink wanted. Ink grabbed the food, sitting down. To Error's surprise it was still warm when the first forkful was put in his mouth. He ate quickly, scared of what would happen if he ate too slow. Ink kept up with his pace, feeding him silently, also silently getting off on it somehow. Something about making Error look and seem helpless was so hot to Ink. And the fact that Error actually was helpless against Ink made it even hotter.

Ink decided he wouldn't rape Error again today. He honestly didn't want him to kill himself, he did enjoy having Error as his pet and he wanted to keep him alive as his toy as long as he could. Preferably until he somehow got bored. Once Error was finished eating, he was calm again. He had again pretended Dream was there, feeding him. He didn't open his eyes even when done, just so he could keep pretending it was Dream. He instead cuddled into the pillows, being warm, pretending and imaging Dream hugging him by wrapping his arms around himself. He fell asleep that way. Ink watched for a few minutes, sighing before going and licking the bathroom door for now. He'd have to check on Error every hour or so now. He didn't want him to become a chore, but even he knew getting rid of Error wasn't actually much of an option. Error was valuable for several reasons, besides being his pet, and annoyingly for him, that meant killing him was out of the question. He sighed before mumbling, "Damnit Error..."

Ink left, and when he returned to the Star Sans base (after realizing he had forgot to check up on them when noticing words written on his scarf he hadn't crossed off or painted over), Blue was waiting in his room, sitting on his bed, arms crossed with a cold, rock hard glare.