A Problem? {Ink!Sans X Reader X Error!Sans}

Prologue

What if everything can change? If you were stuck in a big white room, what would you change? What if you have powers that can make art out of a single swift move of your hand? Would you like it? Every color you can imagine. Just to create the perfect scene for anything. Kind of like a movie. Right? But what if you can't talk to people? Just all alone to make the perfect art that no one would see. No one to socialize or have fun with. Just to be stuck and all alone. Even if your singing is perfect, no one would hear it. Even when you scream for help or for somebody to comfort you, nobody comes. No one could hear your pleads for help. Nobody comes for you. But what if you gave up trying?

That's what one girl has. She would always scream for someone to help or comfort her when she is having a bad day. Although nobody came, nor answered her pleads. She always loves to sing and make her own art but no one ever compliments it. No friends. She just suddenly appeared one day in the white room with no memory, whatsoever. Soon she started to figure out that no one was ever in the room with her to begin with. After a while of realizing the fact, she started to cry more than she thought. Seconds turning to minutes then turned into hours until finally, she passed out from crying too much. She's only sixteen years old but just appeared a few years ago in the white lonely room.

A few days later, she just gives up trying to reach out for someone that could hear her but she knew that would never happen. Not in a million of timelines. She doesn't have the power to reset but even if she did, why would she reset? It will just let her be back in the same room but just a few days or weeks back. She knows about the other Alternate Universes and tried to make a rip through space and time or a vortex to go to another place but it never worked. She felt disappointed in herself because she has the power to make art but not a rip in space. Nothing works in the white room but just her artistic powers and her own angelic voice.

She knows that someone will come across her timeline but she doesn't know when that will happen. In a few days? A few weeks? Months? Years? She doesn't know but she does know one thing; There's a purpose on why she was created. The overwhelming silence in the room could make her go insane but she keeps herself sane by singing, making art, or doing both at the same time. That's what she does in the room. Even if she walks around the white room it would be endless walking.

She just wants someone to talk to. Someone to have fun with. Anything will help her, just the silence. That is what's getting to her. Making her lose hope. Giving up will make her lose all hope and faith. Her dull eyes has no light or determination in them. Her hair doesn't give off a faint of happiness, not even a speck.

Just one voice is all she needs. Then she can be happy again.

(Y/n).

That's her name.