Create And Destroy (Error X Ink)

Errors games

And, he admitted, with a glitchy chuckle, he simply loved to annoy him.

His signature blue strings, crackling with raw data, snaked out, wrapping around the very fabric of Underfell. He began to hack his way in, a digital invasion of Ink's carefully constructed code. Ink, in an ongoing, futile battle, constantly shifted and reinforced the AU's defenses, as if a constantly changing lock could truly deter a master key.

Error's permanent smirk widened into a self-satisfied grin as his spatial coordinates solidified. He was in. He landed with a soft crunch in the eternally falling snow, the biting cold a stark contrast to the sterile warmth of his void. Ignoring the frigid air, he surveyed his surroundings.

He didn't frequent this particular AU. Its harshness, while amusing, could be a bit much even for him. His gaze fell upon the familiar scene of a towering skeleton, Papyrus, aggressively berating a smaller, slouched figure.

"SANS! YOU LAZY TRASH! I TOLD YOU TO STAY AT YOUR POST, YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SLACKER!!" Papyrus's voice was a booming snarl, laced with barely contained fury.

The smaller skeleton, Sans, flinched, his single visible eye socket dim. "S-sorry Boss... I - I just... I missed breakfast... So I thought..."

"THOUGHT!? WHEN DO YOU EVER HAVE THOSE, YOU WORTHLESS PILE OF BONES?!" Papyrus's rage crescendoed, flecks of magic sparking around him.

Error couldn't help but emit a low, rattling laugh, his own static-laden amusement echoing incongruously against the harsh landscape. The sheer, unadulterated aggression of Underfell Papyrus was, in its own way, rather charming.

Apparently, his laugh resonated too widely, too loudly. The tirade ceased abruptly, and both skeletons pivoted in unison, their hostile gazes locking onto the glitching intruder. Oh.

The taller one, Papyrus, was the first to break the stunned silence. "Who the fuck are you, and what in the name of the underground are you doing in my territory?"

"W-what are you?" the smaller skeleton, Sans, piped up, his voice a nervous rasp, his eye sockets widening as he noticed the constant, unsettling glitches rippling across Error's form.

"I'm C-c-cAlleD Error," he introduced himself, his voice a distorted, echoing mess of fragmented syllables.

Both skeletons seemed to recoil slightly, taken aback by the sheer brokenness of his vocalizations.

"I-i JusT w-waNted S-someThinG From Y-you," Error continued, his finger, a flickering, unstable digit, slowly extending to point directly at the imposing Papyrus.

"Me? If it's a fight you're after, don't even bother," Papyrus scoffed, crossing his arms. "I don't have time for small fries or glitched anomalies."

Error merely laughed again, a dry, joyless sound. He knew, with absolute certainty, that he could dismantle this arrogant skeleton with effortless ease. But a physical confrontation wasn't what he craved. He wanted something far more... personal.

"N-no. I waNt Y-y-yoUr Sans." The words hung in the cold air, chillingly direct.

The smaller skeleton, Sans, blinked, his confusion palpable. He glanced nervously up at his enraged brother, then back at the glitching entity before him. "W-what?" he managed, his voice barely a whisper.

"YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM! HE'S MINE!" Papyrus roared, his possessiveness flaring. Jagged, crimson-tipped bones erupted from the snow around him, trembling with destructive intent.

"O-oh. B-buT I WasNt a-aSkiNg." Error's tone was dismissive, an echo of finality.

Before Papyrus could utter another threat, luminous blue strings, crackling with raw magical energy, shot forth. They bypassed the bones, bypassed the monster, and unerringly wrapped themselves around the very soul of the smaller skeleton. With a brutal yank, Sans was torn from the ground, his body swinging helplessly towards Error. Error's laugh was a manic, triumphant cackle as Sans thrashed and trembled, his small, blue soul trapped and exposed, desperately trying to escape the inescapable grip.

"B-byBy." The glitched farewell was barely out of his mouth.

Error's form fractured into a storm of static and pixelated light, vanishing milliseconds before Papyrus's furious bone attack could connect, leaving only a crater in the snow where the abductor had stood.

Sans's eyes, wide with terror and confusion, struggled to comprehend the dizzying, kaleidoscopic expanse of the multiverse that now assaulted his senses. A million worlds, a million stars, a million possibilities, all swirling in a chaotic, vibrant nebula of existence. "W-where are we?" he gasped, his voice small and lost against the infinite.

Error's laugh, a harsh, glitching sound, rang out again. "D-diD yOu ThiNk y-y-yoU wEre t-thE onLy onEs o-oUt tHeiR?" His voice dripped with scorn, mocking Sans's sheltered existence.

"ERROR!!!!" A thunderous roar, reverberating with fury, shattered the ethereal silence of the multiverse, paint splattering across the very fabric of reality.

Error spun around, a flicker of surprise in his eye sockets, to see Ink standing directly behind him, his colossal paintbrush, Broomie, poised menacingly, its bristled tip mere inches from Error's skull.

"oH. Ink. H-hellO," Error greeted, his voice an exaggerated drawl, a calculated taunt. "LikE m-my New F-f-friend?"

With a sickening flourish, Error swung Sans around like a discarded ragdoll, displaying his captive like a prized trophy. Sans's tiny body flopped limply, a muffled whimper escaping him.

Ink's complexion, usually a vibrant spectrum, shifted into a dangerous, deep shade of crimson, a raw manifestation of his seething anger. "Give me that soul back now!" he demanded, his voice low and vibrating with barely suppressed fury.

Error simply laughed, a harsh, unwavering sound. "N-no. I'm g-gOing tO k-keeP hIm." He knew Ink was caught. Ink could not risk a direct attack without potentially shattering the captive soul. Error had won this round, a smug certainty settling over him.

"Error..." Ink's voice was a strained whisper, a desperate plea.

"Y-yeS?" Error responded, enjoying the agony in Ink's tone.

"Did you come from the Anti-Void as well?" Ink's voice, however, suddenly dropped its anger, replaced by a strange, unsettling gravity. The question, delivered with an almost clinical precision, struck Error like a physical blow.

Error froze solid. His entire body locked up, a violent, involuntary burst of glitches rippling across his form, suspending him mid-motion. As well? Him too? The words echoed, a sudden, sharp clarity piercing through the static in his mind.

"You're not answering me," Ink pressed, his voice now dangerously quiet, insistent. "Is that a yes?"

A primal fear, cold and stark, seized Error. He realized, with a jolt of panic, that he needed to escape. Now. The game, the victory, the annoyance—all of it dissolved into inconsequence. He released Sans's soul abruptly, letting the terrified skeleton fall to the shimmering ground of the multiverse. He cast one quick, wide-eyed glance back at Ink, whose expression was a mixture of shock and dawning realization, before his form dissolved into a chaotic, desperate storm of static and corrupted data.

He glitched out, a frantic, uncontrolled jump, fleeing back to the only sanctuary he knew: the desolate, empty expanse of the Anti-Void. The question, however, followed him.

*remastered*