I'm Sorry, My Creation

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Eraser had listened to what his old enemy had asked him. He hadn't destroyed any more worlds. He though was bored out of his mind!

He went out once in a while of the bland house to steal a few movies and other stuff that he wanted. It was funny how people tried to fight him. Of course, he only left them with 1HP. But it was their fault for fighting him!

Groaning, he sat up, wanting to go to a Grillby's Bar. It was something to spend his G's on as well as give him something to do. 

Just then there was a knock at the door. It was franitc, although it was weak. 

Eraser hurried to the door, opening it quickly. He never gotten any visitors other than X and his gang. A body of a monster fell on him, making him jump a bit. 

His arms pulled the body of bones close to him. He could tell it was Reboot from the blue coding on his skull, yet he was starled to see him! 

It had been weeks since he last saw the other skeleton! Reboot wasn't joking about not creating either, for Flowerfell was never SAVED, not that Eraser knew of. 

"H-Help." The black boned skeleton choked out, practically drowning in his own blood! 

He looked worse than any fight that the two godly skeletons had ever gone into! The white skeleton was shocked that the other went to him! Nonetheless, he went to the couch to lay to dying god down. 

"What the fuck happen to you?" He growled, using his magic to heal the skeleton. 

"I-I'm sorry..." Reboot hiccuped. 

That's when Eraser smelled the overwhelming alcohol. He didn't even know that the innocent little Creator was an alcoholic!

"You drink?" He asked, bewildered at his own question. Since when did he care! He was an alcoholic himself!

All he got was a nod, tears running down his face. 

"I-I couldn't hurt t-them... I-I can't b-be like wh-what I was made... I c-can't be I-Ink's Death." He cried, gulit pouring in just as much as he was crying. 

"What a baby." The Destoryer muttered, finishing his healing. "Who's Ink?" Might as well get as much information out of the drunk Reboot. 

"I-Ink is my b-brother... H-he is sup-suppose to be th-the Creator a-and I-I the D-Destoryer... We couldn't do it! We just couldn't! I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to... I-I'm," Reboot bursted into more tears, curling into a tight ball. 

His words had caused the other to raise an eyebrow. Reboot had a brother? And he was suppose to be the evil one?

Yeah... Sorry, but he couldn't see the evil, destructive, power hungry monster in the smol. Reboot was a kind, genlte, harmless, docile. He cries too much... In front of everyone... Eraser actually had never seen him happy or even smile, not once... Not after he proclaimed them as enemy's...

Grumbling lowly, he pulled the crying docile into his arms. It would be better if the small one stopped crying for a moment. That way he could think for a moment!

Reboot sniffled as he slowly fell asleep. He liked the way he was being held, cradle as if a child. As if a lover would to sooth them... Yet, he could have no love. 

"I-I'm sorry..." He mumbled again, too tired about everything. He hadn't slept the entire time he was away, of course he didn't feel it at the time, nor the hunger. That was why he went out to drink, it was a way to help him ignore his hunger. But he got jumped by some goons...

"Hey, it's not your fault... You tried your hardest... Shh, it's okay..." Eraser never thought he see the day that he would comfort the one who ruined his life. Still, his words calmed the little one down, almost putting them to sleep. 

"Nuu!" He whined, not wanting to sleep. "I don't wanna sleep... I don't wanna see it again." He murmured, snuggled into the warm being that held him. 

"See what, Boots?" The white skeleton asked, not meaning to make a nickname for the smol. 

"I don't wanna see their deaths... I don't wanna feel their pain again..." He grumbled, forcing his eyes to stay open, it being clear that he was going to pass out no matter what. 

"Shh... Their just dreams, bad dreams. You will be fine... You will be fine." The star eyed skeleton nuzzled the top of the other's skull. 

Reboot gave a cat like purr to the action. He liked the affection since he rarely received anything like it, only when he visited his brother, which was rare as he was dealing with his own destroyer.

The older one sighed quietly, looking at the exhausted Creator. It took him a moment to decide what to do. Once that was done, he walked upstairs and placed Reboot in the spare bedroom. 

"Get some sleep, you need it."