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Error always felt like someone was watching him, not like how the voices watched him or how fate did but he always had the strange sense that someone's eyes were planted on the back of his skull.
Today, he was going to find out who.
He had woken up from one of his rare naps, he rubbed his eyes and stayed sitting on his beanbag, the eyes were watching him.
He swung his skill around but no one was there. It wasn't like they could hide in this white abyss. The only thing he could see for miles was his string tying souls up and a small puddle of ink that the protector had left there the last time he came to annoy Error. With a sigh, Error turned back around.
He held down a shiver as the eyes followed him everywhere, not leaving him for a second.
He leaves the anti-void, the eyes follow.
He destroys a world, the eyes follow.
He runs through portal after portal to try and lose them, the eyes follow.
There was nothing he could do, he was stuck with whoever was following him.
…
Ink knew it was wrong, he didn't really care.
So what if he was following Error around, he was keeping the multiverse safe (even if he watched Error destroy worlds with a faint blush on his face) and safe was always the best over being immoral.
He’d been following Error for at least two weeks by now, he knew Error knew. He was jumpier than normal, quick glances over his shoulder at random times.
Ink loved it, he loved the look of fear in Error's eyes, the look when he would retreat back to the anti-void and still not be totally safe.
He supposed he should annoy Error outside of watching him so he wouldn't get suspicious.
…
It had been four weeks and the eyes were still there, he was running out of options.
He was sitting on his beanbag, eyes closed and just trying his best to relax and ignore the eyes.
That had been his first mistake.
One quick moment he wasn't on his beanbag anymore, instead, he was in someone's arms, and he was glitching like crazy.
“Oh Ruru, you look so pretty while in pain” A soft whisper strolled into Error's ear.
So Ink was behind his, “I-ιɳƙ ɯԋαƚ ƚԋҽ ԋҽʅʅ” he managed between glitches.
“Oh Ruru, sweet pretty Ruru, you’re mine now” Ink continued. Turning Error forcefully to face him, Ink put his hand around Error's back, his other hand gripping painfully onto Error's other hand.
“Come now Ruru, dance with me” he said, humming a tune while forcing Errors glitching form around the anti-void.
“Ʂƚσρ” Error tried to say, it coming out in mer static.
“You know, you’d look better with a bit of dust on you Ruru” Ink told him, rainbow blush lighting up brighter.
Even more pain hit Error, the glitches, being held and now the sharp bone piercing his stomach. He tried to lean forward while spitting out blood but ink just kept him there, spinning him while specks of dust flew off him.
Tears fell down the glitched face as the top of his head faded into nothing but grey.
“You’re so pretty” was the last thing Error heard while swinging in Inks arms.