What started out as a game from a psychopathic Creator and a Protector with a child for a mind ended up becoming a catastrophe, and everyone in the Multiverse was caught inside.
"Stupid inkstain," I mutter, finishing off the poor creatures who were suffering because of the XEvent. He helped this disaster happen, not because he was evil, but because he was so absentminded, vile, and childish. He relied on YOU far too much.
"... You're the ones who can't see beyond what the Multiverse is. After all, there are thousands of alternate versions... Why even worry over a small affected fraction? With HIM, I can see new possibilities instead of a simple alteration in a Timeline or Universe... This will be the perfect alternative to keep the balance between Creation and Destruction of the Multiverse."
Tsk. How psychopathic can you be, Skittles?
And yet, tears threatened to erupt from my eyesockets as I ponder. Did he ever really care about anything he helped create? I doubt it. Otherwise he would've never joined HIS game.
Why would he do this? Did he hate everyone that much, or did he not even hate? He most likely doesn't even feel anything about this. ... Does he want to get rid of me, too? ... Probably.
Slowly, I grow aware of the tap-tap-tapping of footsteps behind me. I finally realized where I was. I was in The Doodlesphere. As it was long since abandoned and not held down by a lock anymore, I often visited this place to feel comforted.
Now? It was a huge, almost fully desaturated mess. It barely looked like his former home.
Suddenly, I grow aware of the footsteps again and turn around.
My eyelights widened as I recognized the two figures. The inkstain and HIM. The two who ruined this Multiverse. Funnily enough, HE was more of a threat to the Multiverse than I ever could be. I only destroyed to keep the balance of Creation and Destruction perfect.
But HIM? HE destroyed for a game. HE destroyed out of boredom.
HE was the real threat. I never was.
"Hello, Slate and XGaster," I spit out at the two. I used to call Ink "Slate" for fun whenever he ran out of his emotions. It started out as an inside joke between us, and now I just call him that out of spite.
I hated him, Ink. He was a marionette under his control, and he either didn't care or didn't notice. I truly despised him, but I know it isn't his fault, not completely. But still, that's not the full truth. The truth is that I don't hate him now, even after all of this. And it makes me sick to the core.
Ink smirks. "Hello, Windows Vista. What brings you to these parts?" I feel my body go ice cold the moment he said that nickname. It reminded me of...
"Never call me that again," I mutter just loud enough so they could hear me. "Hmm, I don't think I will, Glasses. It entertains me, seeing you in nostalgic grief."
I suddenly felt nothing. No emotions, no headache, no pain. Only emptiness. And that's when I smiled sadistically.
"Pfft! You think I feel upset over your stupid decisions and actions?! You're more dumb than I thought, emotionless squid," I snap.
I raise my hand, drawing strings from my eyesocket, making them tie around Ink tightly as I summoned a glitchy bone.
"Now, what do we have here? A soulless bastard who's about to-"
"Get him," Ink whispers in WingDings.
I pause, dropping the bone. Fuck.
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Suddenly, I was the one tied up. I grimace. Of course they'd do that.
Ink smirks. "You really forgot about XGaster, huh, Glitch Bitch?"
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Once There Was - From AO3 (Rewritten)
Fanfiction(Cross-posted on AO3 from maurister, who is also me) (Temporary cover) "There was once a Creator named Ink. Ah, no, he was not a true Creator, he did not create AU's. He was a Protector." "As for me? I used to be known as something different. You kn...
