They were already halfway through the film when Ink was trembling with fear, several times he had let out screams of terror when sudden screams jumped on the screen, Geno was also terrified, but to calm his friend he was taking his arm, rubbing, they had turned off the lights to give a more gloomy atmosphere to the environment and Reaper was on the ground like an Indian enjoying so much screaming and suspense, although according to Geno, he was only playing strong.

Fresh was also on the friends and brothers meeting for the second time, and Error was as always on his own couch, immune, although sometimes he was startled when the creatures in the film made their surprise attacks, Ink was very terrified, and several times he reached to cover his sockets with his hands so as not to suffer a heart attack, pale and on the verge of collapse, he dropped his head on the back of the sofa, and as soon as he could control his body he curled up in his position.

"Woooh! Some old movies are good!" Reaper commented stretching, eating the crumbs from the bowl where his popcorn used to be, he looked at his partner and Ink specifically, because his condition drew attention to the naked eye and Geno was giving him a little massage.

"Ink! Calm down and breathe buddy. Those things are not fresh and they will not come to our radical house. Right?" Fresh was trying to calm Ink, although it has been said several times, his dialect made Ink more uncomfortable than reassuring him.

"Do you want me to accompany you to the bathroom, Ink?" This time it was Geno who spoke, Ink paralyzed did not answer, he had his head between his knees or shivering, the cold that the first time he had felt suddenly returned. "Error, take Ink to the bathroom."

"Wait, what?  Why me? You volunteered first." Error had gotten up maintaining his indifference to the spectacle that the minor was putting on again, although the fact that he had been called to help him had bothered him, and where was the helpful Geno left? That sudden change of mind screwed him up, especially when his ice law was broken in such a way.

"Because Fresh is answering a call and I am not going to let him go today!"

Reaper was saving things trying not to get into the fight, not because he was a coward or because he did not have the courage to take care of his dear boy, if not, for something much deeper, and if he said something he could ruin much more the things that were keeping so well.

Error growled to try to calm himself doen, knowing what happened when they overwhelmed Ink much more, he nodded, and helped with a certain repudiation to the lower one to take him with him to the bathroom not too far away.

The jet tried not to touch the one with gray clothes much, not out of disgust, he had a certain dislike to touch, although if he wanted Ink to come to himself, he had to guide him with his hands, and resignedly he took his shoulders to carry him, the other was stunned, and his sockets were wide open with fear, traumatized by enduring the round of terror, and he kept imagining worse things, hallucinations for every place he looked distorting his reality, little tears came out, barely remembering that he had to breathe.

"Damn... Do I also have to wash your face?" He mumbled, he had to accept that he was worried about the inert expression of his companion, lifeless, as if someone had extracted his soul, once in the bathroom, he opened the tap and splashed drops of water with his fingers, getting Ink to come to himself by taking deep, abrupt gulps of air, instantly getting dizzy, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the side. Error reacted and took him into his arms, grabbing his shoulders, carefully, he pursed his lips as he frowned and sighed "Tell me. Are you better?

He received a denial for an answer.

"Why didn't you say before that horror movies did this to you? You could have had a seizure or passed out, and from your condition, I'm seeing that that would be the same as the word die."

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