《 Error Code 588: Inked Out 》(Error X Ink)

2) Surprise

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Ink laid flat against his drawing desk, he had fell asleep again after another inspiration had overcome him during the night. The morning song from the birds outside played softly in his room. Their chirping began to lightly wake up the snoozing skeleton. "Ergh... huh?" Ink's eyes rose open; faltering slightly. "W-what?" He sat up observing his desk. Ink had fallen asleep during the rough sketches of characters for his current AU. A puddle of drool had settled in the middle of his sketchpad. Ink gave a yawn following a sigh. 'Not again.' He shrugged the matter out of his mind, 'I'll get it later' he said internally. Ink scooted his chair from under the desk; he stood up beginning to stretch. Being stuck in a chair for almost 8 hours can really have an effect on a person, definitely a skeleton. Ink stretched until he heard a 'pop' from his spine. He gave a simple sigh of relief in response. He turned and approached his window; peaking out at the newly fallen snow. It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... "What a pleasant day it is." Ink smiled and started walking to the hallway. He was pretty sure Paint was up by now; probably cooking breakfast for the two of them. His thoughts were confirmed when he walked into the kitchen. Paint stood over the stove, cooking what had seemed to be pancakes. Paint turned and met Ink's gaze. "Good morning, Ink. I hope you slept well!" He gave his brother a toothy smile. Ink gave a laugh and nodded, "Sure did. How early have you been up?" Paint returned back to his cooking, cocking his head. "I believe since sunrise. But knowing me I don't know." Paint gave a chuckle as he started dividing the pancakes between two plates. Ink grabbed his plate and sat down at the dining table to eat, Paint shortly followed. "So brother, I have heard that you have been working on another universe, is that so?" Paint said, taking a bite of his food. Ink swallowed and wiped his mouth before replying, "Yes, I haven't considered a name yet but they will be similar to Underfell. Possibly formed from a darker path though." Paint gave an intrigued look as he finished his plate. Ink watched silently as his brother rose and took his plate to the kitchen. Less than 10 minutes later Ink did the same. After washing his dish Ink raced to the door, pausing to yell out to his brother. "I'll be out checking on the multiverse. Be back soon!" A muffled response was heard as Ink rushed out of the door. "Be careful!" Ink stopped on their lawn to gaze out at the soft snow that surrounded his feet. Snowdin was beautiful. Every aspect of the tiny town made it seem like it was a home to anyone. He stood watching the snow continually fall lightly. Snowflakes began to cake his paintbrush and scarf. "Better get going." He wasted no time as in one simple motion Ink spawned a stroke of paint with his brush and launched into it. Almost instantly, he landed silently in the void; blank white light surrounding him. He began walking his normal path heading towards the multiverse. Straight. Always straight ahead. 'It amazes me how the void is so similar to a canvas. I wish I could create something here.' He sighed observing his surroundings. A endless horizon of white; that's all the void had ever been. Ink drew his attention back to his path. Something was different, the atmosphere was chiller that normal. Ink's soul stirred inside his rib cage. Something was wrong. He wasn't sure but he wasn't taking chances either. Something was calling out to him. 'The multiverse!' Ink's eyes widened as he broke out into a sprint. He didn't stop until he reached the portal leading into the multiverse. He peeked inside the vortex; the gate way to the universes. Ink's soul stopped in shock. A figure had spawned out of UnderSwap. 'No one's suppose to be here...' Ink thought to himself. The person's back was turned. Only static filled the empty space between the two beings. Ink was only a few feet away. Could this person sense his presence? Almost as on cue, the figure turned around facing Ink. The figure began to glitch as he backed a few spaces. "W-wwho the hell are you?" Ink jumped at his voice, grabbing his paintbrush in defense. This being looked like a version of Sans just distorted. 'But I never created an version like this...' He let his voice escape his throat, "Name's Ink." He replied not dropping his brush. The glitched being tilted his head, "E-rr-ror." Ink wanted answers. 'Why are you here?' 'How are you able to teleport?' He stepped forward shoving his brush towards Error's rib cage. "Why are you here?" Ink gave a fierce look. Error didn't hesitate as strings spawned from his hands wrapping them around Ink. Ink caught off guard watched his brush fall onto the ground making a clattering noise. He couldn't move at all. Ink struggled against the strings as his gaze was drawn to Error. Error didn't glitch as his words filled the empty space between the two, "I'm the Destructor."