I bleed for you ~A sequel to I bleed Red | An Ink x Reader~

(Once again, I'm really sorry for the delay in chapters. Things have been busy with school and I'm planning a big project coming sometime in the future. I really hope you all can be patient with me. Without further ado, I present this chapter)

~Nightmare's POV~

"INK YOU MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!!" I shouted at the top of my non-existing lungs as I crashed through the portal I had just created. I was beyond livid at him and I was going to let him know about it.

I saw the figure that I knew had to be Ink flinch down the dark alleyway that we were in. One of the first things I noticed about it was all of the freshly crumpled up pieces of paper littered across the ground. It looked like Ink had been slouching against the ground before I had arrived. I was taken aback at just how much negative energy filled this small alley, it seemed to be coming straight from Ink.

"N-Nightmare? W-What are you d-" Ink stammered, getting to his feet but I quickly cut him off before he could continue his question. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! YOU JUST TELEPORTED AWAY FROM Y/N AND MADE HER SOB ALL FOR WHAT?! ALL BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TELL HER THAT BLADE IS STILL AROUND?! YEAH, WE FIGURED THAT OUT REAL QUICK!" I reprimanded him so loudly that my throat was beginning to ache from the strain. 

I didn't even feel that badly when inky black tears started to flow from his eye sockets. He had pressed himself against the wall and wrapped his arms around himself, like he was trying to barricade himself against my words of attack. He was sobbing even more loudly now, and I simply crossed my arms waiting for his response.

After a minute or so, I realized he was just going to continue crying instead of answer for what he had done. I took a deep steady breath and attempted to calm myself down before saying, "Well? What do you have to say for yourself? What do you have to say about making Y/n have to resort to go to Error since YOU weren't there to comfort her, making her sob into me and Dream's arms, make her feel like SHE had done something wrong, and make her physically be sick?" My attempts at calming myself down had been futile, as I only got myself riled up again as I listed off the things he had done to her.

Ink looked like he could hardly breathe over his sobbing and tears had completely covered Ink's face. He took a few loud gulps and deep breaths before he finally started to talk. "I-I'm so sorry... I- I didn't mean f-for any of t-this to happen! I j-j-just wanted to p-protect her... I w-was so scared that Blade c-could effect her like s-she's effected me. I n-never want her to g-go through that or k-know that I was going through that. S-So I panicked when she confronted me. It's been so i-instilled in me to not share my feelings anymore now that I actually can feel out of my own free will... I shouldn't of acted that way. She deserves so much better than that... b-better than me. I love her too much to have her just s-settle for s-someone like m-me."

Ink slumped against the wall after he had spoken his explanation, making dust on the alley's floor fly up around him. He raised his knees to his skull and pressed his face into them, more shaky quiet sobs coming from him.

I let out a very loud and obvious sigh, and extended my hand to help him off the ground. He looked toward it and then back at me, I noticed that both his eyelights had turned into dark blue teardrop shapes. "Quit that bullshit self-hatred talk. You know for an absolute fact that she would do anything to have you back right now, right? She loves you, Ink. You should've heard her in the VOID when she talked about you, those were some of the only times I saw her smile. You mean everything in the world to her Ink and I'm sure it is breaking her heart listening to this."

One of Ink's eyes had shaped into a deep blue heart at my words, and now only the teardrop eye was leaking tears onto the ground. Ink grabbed my hand without looking at me and I helped him stand on his shaking legs. He held onto my shoulder for support as his knees wobbled when he tried to gain his balance. I wonder how long he had been sitting like that...