The evening was beautiful. The sun was setting behind the skyline, light rippling across the river in every direction. At the moment, a young skeleton was sitting on a bench outside a hospital named Pladmerry Hospital. He was doodling in a sketchbook, enjoying the night.
Soon, he was not alone. Another skeleton, around his age, a bit taller, walked outside. The one on the bench noticed, but went back to drawing. The other walked over to the railing and rested his arms and head on it. He sighed. Then he started to cry.
The skeleton on the bench heard this. He set down his sketchbook and grabbed the whiteboard that was beside him with a marker. He then stood up and walked over to the other. The other didn't notice he was there. He wrote something on his whiteboard and tapped the other's shoulder.
Are you okay? It said.
The other read it and sighed.
"Not really, but what does it matter to you?" He said.
My name is Ink. What's your's?
"... E-Error."
Do you want to talk about what's wrong?
"... You'd let me?"
Ink nodded his head and smiled. He grabbed Error's hand and lead him over to the bench where he was sitting before. Error sighed and sat down next to him.
So...? Ink wrote.
"M-my brother, Geno, I think is dying."
Oh! I know Geno! The doctors talk about him all the time.
"Yeah... and my other bro, Fresh... god I hate him. I get that he can't feel emotions but he acts as if nothing is going on! He just... he should be able to understand that our brother is dying and know something is going on!"
I'm sorry... may I ask why you have a cast on your arm?
"I, uh, get into a lot of fights with Fresh, and I have 'anger issues'," Error did air quotes, "but after one of our fights, I hurt myself..." Ink put a hand over his mouth. "So my mom decided I need therapy or something."
You don't have to keep talking if you don't want to. Ink wrote. Error had begun crying a bit again.
"Why are you here?" Error asked. Ink began to swiftly write on his whiteboard.
My old parents abused me and threw me out of the house. I was found and brought here. They're giving me medicine that helps me forget but my memory sucks because of it. Ink wrote.
"You're in rehab too?" Ink nodded.
Wanna be friends?
"S-Sure!"
