Killer sprinted as fast as he could back to the battle. He really should have moved faster; by the time he got there, the battle was already over and his friends were dying. Alarmed at Dust's state, he ran to them first. "What the hell- What happened?!"

"Oh hey Killer. Join the party." Dust croaked, smiling through the pain.

"Oh my god, shut it! I'm trying my best, damn it!" Horror growled. His healing was really poor, the only effect it had was delaying the inevitable. Killer sucked in a sharp breathe before crouching down and helping.

"Oh wow, Killer, I'm touched." Dust's grin widened.

"Dust, when we get out of this, I'm kicking your #ss for being so stupid." Killer hissed.

"Something to look forward to, nice." Dust chuckled.

Error soon walked out of the building, emerging with a few scratches and burns. He took a deep inhale, gladly sucking in the fresh air of 'not death'. He walked some more away from the building until he made it to a secluded area, setting down what he was carrying.

"You came back for me." Ink quietly whispered, laying on the floor.

"SaY ANytHIng aBouUT It aND I'Ll perSONalLY DeSTRoy yoU." Error sighed, tossing the pieces of Ink's brush beside him too.

"Why...?" Ink scratched the dirt next to him, trying to find his broom.

Error slid it towards him with a slippered foot. "YoU MAy bE AnNOYIng aND StuPId anD A DOUchE-"

"Thanks." Ink managed to roll his eye-lights, uttering the word with a deadpan tone.

"You'RE WElcoME." Error replied, smiling a little. "BuT YOU're aLSo ReALLy fUn tO AnNOy aND thWArt, sO yEAh. LiVe, I guEsS." He used his strings to help stitch up some of Ink's injuries. The injured skeleton watched Error do his work, a strange feeling bubbling up from his chest. As someone which doesn't possess a soul, new emotions excited him. This particular one was... strange. It was like a fluttering in his chest, where something in him just kind of changed. He couldn't put a name to this new emotion since he's never felt it before, but it lingered as he watched Error tend to his wounds. The job he had done was rather intricate and made beautiful patterns in his bones, like getting blue-colored tattoos.

"ThERe. GotTA RUn." Error finally said, standing up and severing the threads he was using.

When he turned to leave, Ink piped up. "Wait."

"WhAT NoW?"

"Thank you."

"hM?"

Ink repeated himself. "Thank you."

"fOR WHat?"

"Helping me."

Error shook his skull, smiling. "OH. DoN'T MENtiOn It. I'm SEriOus, DON'T."

Ink snickered. "Alright."

"GreAT. ByE." With that, Error left, leaving Ink lying on the soft earth. There was that emotion Ink had experienced again. It consumed his whole chest this time, leaving a funny feeling when it passed. What could that mean?