Oki so my story will suck just gotta tell 'cha
so the story is about...
Error and ink were childhood friends because you know they only knew eachother in the anti void back then,and logic :")
When they were children Ink gave Error a scarf as a gift...
Day's POV I laughed as me, Blue and Ink were making puns and laughing. I saw something in the shadows and stopped laughing. "Uhm, guys?" They didn't hear me, as if I wasn't there. I looked back at the shadows and got up. I walked there. As I was walking, they're laughs started to echo and stopped and everything got darker as I went.
"H-hello?" I saw Killer, he looked sad and hurt. "When are you going to stop?" He asked. I looked at him confused. "Stop w-what?" He closed his eyes. "Hurting the both of us?" "Both of us?" He sighed and turned around. "You're doing all of this, for revenge? That doesn't make sense. You know, if you apologized and came back to them before eating the apple, everything would have been the same."
After he said that, my chest started to hurt, I fell on my knees. My stomach started to hurt too. Starting from my back, black goop started to cover me. It was about to reach my face... _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Ah!" I woke up, sweating. I realized there was still pain in my chest. I saw my tentacle slowly stabbing it. I hate it when I lose control... I moved it away from my chest. Just what was that nightmare? I got up and took of my shirt to check on my chest. It was bleeding.
I growled and started to heal it. "D-Day?" I looked over to see Killer standing by the door, blushing like hell. "What?" Killer looked nervous. "U-Uhm... what happened to your chest?" I sighed. "I accidentally stabbed it. And now I'm healing it as you can see." Killer looked kinda worried. "Does it hurt?" I looked at him blankly. "Hurts like hell." Killer looked away, with an unreadable expression.
"What?" He slowly pointed at me. "Uhm, you're shirtless so uh... this is kinda awkward..."
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Fuck.
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"Don't ask, I can't draw the ribcage so I just drew it on from a pic-"
I started to blush like hell. Crap- he saw me shirtless. Well, shit. "... S-So...? Why did you come here anyways?" He looked at me. "Well, I just felt like you were in trouble. And... I just wanted to check on you... How did you 'accidentally' stab yourself anyways?"
I looked away. And sighed. "I sometimes lose control of my tentacles while I'm asleep so... yeah. That's it." He looked at me, with a serious expression. "Nightmare used to tell me that his tentacles would hurt him when he had nightmares. So... are you sure you're ok?" I frowned. He doesnt need to know. "Yes. Now can you leave." I said. I said 'can you' but it more sounded like an order or something.
"... Day, I know you. Both you and..." he stopped and sighed. I turned to him. "What?" He looked away. "Nothing. It would just make you mad..." I glared at him. "Spit it out." "..." he looked down. He closed his eyes.
