Where did this come from? (Errink)

Alone

Error played videogames until he got bored of them. Ink still wouldn't be back for a while though, so Error decided to take a nap. Partly because he was bored and partly because the voices were louder than usual and were giving him a headache. He created a portal to get up the stairs and hopped into his room. His foot had started hurting again, a constant throb of pain from the damaged bone.

He got changed and took off his glasses before getting in the bed. It was cold, and seemed very large compared to sharing Ink's bed. He almost wished he had asked Ink to stay with him, but scolded himself for thinking that. Ink had work to do, and he had already got in the way of enough of it. 

Error lay in his bed for some time, but couldn't get to sleep. The voices created a loud mess of noise in the back of his skull, and his foot still hurt. He eventually realised it was pointless, and got out of bed, dragging himself downstairs and onto one of the sofas. As he sat down, the Ink puppet fell out of his pocket, and he realised he should probably put it somewhere else. Leaving it in his pocket to fall out when he wasn't paying attention was not a good idea.

Really? I think loosing that thing would be the best thing ever.

Why do you even want to keep it? It's ugly. Like you.

It's a piece of trash like all the other puppets you've ever made.

You should destroy it now.

No!

Error shot off of the sofa, the voices filling his head. His soul was pounding, as well as his foot. He shoved the puppet back into his pocket and looked around for help. But the house was empty. He was alone. He ran up the stairs, ignoring his foot even though each time it hit the floor it sent a shock of pain through his whole body. He dived into the bathroom, and locked the door.

We're still here.

He slumped on the door and down onto the ground, clutching his skull. Everything hurt. Was this how he was going to die? By the voices only found in his own head?

No, it's not!

He jumped up and unlocked the door, stumbling into the corridor and down the stairs. He raced to the door. He wasn't going to lie down and die, he was going to find help, somewhere...

Once he was outside he ran down the path and into the forest that surrounded Ink's house. 'ERROR' symbols covered his eyes, blinding his vision. He didn't care. Not until he ran into a tree.

Idiot.

Wow, how stupid do you need to be to run into a tree?

Don't listen to them!

You're a failure in everything you do, aren't you?

Error groaned, removing his shattered glasses and rubbing his pounding skull. The voices got louder until they were yelling, and Error started to feel faint.

"ERROR! Are you ok!?" Error barely heard someone behind him talk. The voices screamed louder and louder until everything went black.

Everything's fine until it's not.