Something More(ErrorInk) (Completed)

*In the Anti-Void*

Ink paced around his house, waiting for his phone to ring, waiting for the okay that Error can come home. Killer was eating a sandwhich, and Dust was exploring the rest of the house. Suddenly, from upstairs, Dust's scream was heard and follwed by a loud crash. Ink and Killer darted up the stairs and into Ink's room. Dust stood horrified over a box spilled on the floor, and a pile of razor blades of different shapes and sizes, all tinted with blood. Ink's blood. The past 2 years were hell, and stress and worry built on top of him, so he relieved his pain and fear. Dust took a shaky step away from the mess, and Ink races over and picked them up and put them back in the box, recieving a few cuts on his hands. Killer raced over and took the box away from Ink, gave to Dust and Dust flew downstairs with it. Killer grabbed Ink's hands and held them up. Not saying a word, Killer turned Ink's hand over, over and again, then lifting up his sleeves slightly. That's all he need to see. Ink's wrists were covered in scars, old and newer. Fresh cuts, big, small, ragged and some straight. Killer cupped Ink's hands and looked at him dead in the eyes. "Ehy didn't you say something..?" Killer and Ink weren't exactly friends, but in the past, the two skeletons vented to eachother when stress got a little too much to handle. It helped them alot, but ever since Nightmare kidnapped Error, things haven't been the same. Ink's eyes filled with tears, and he started to shake. Killer pulled him into a hug, and rubbed soothing circles on his back, slightly rocking. He was good at calming and comforting people, since he lived with people with bad backstories. "Shhhh it's okay...nobody's in trouble." Killer whispered to Ink, as if talking to a troubled child. Ink sobbed into Killer's chest, clutching on to his jacket. Killer began to stroke his skull, whispering to Ink that it was okay, and that he and Dust were there for him if he needed to talk to calm down. After 48 minutes of comforting Ink, Killer put Ink on the bed and pulled the covers over him. Dust had disposed of the blades, and brought bandages to Killer. As Ink slept, Killer and Dust wrapped Ink's arms. Killer glanced at Dust, and he nodded. Killer slowing took off Ink's shirt and pants, folding them and washing the bloodstained clothes. Ink chest and legs were even worse. Covered in cracks, gashes, bruises and scars. Killers face softened more, and his eyes were filled with sadness and guilt. They listened to Error's torture, but Ink watched it. Was right there, when Error's bones were shattered. His shook his head slowly and wrapped each individual rib and wrapped his legs. Killer found a plain white T shirt and some black pants. He carfully depressed Ink, avoiding waking him and left the room. Once downstairs, Dust and Killer started talking. "I still can't believe he would do that to himself." Dust shook his head. "His check was the worst part, it's like he tried to rip his own cage apart." Killer motioned to his own ribcage. Dust nodded slowly, "Paper and Scissors.." Killer sighed. "Paper and Scissors..." He echoed.
(Finished itttt. I sorta like how this chapter came out. It was only 563 words, but its a start i guess. Hope you enjoyed. Caio)