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

4) Part One: Constant Thoughts

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| InkTale | Night|

Ink landed back into his AU, snow crunching under his feet as he met the gravitational pull from the Underground. As he stood up, a small groan escaped his mouth. He felt his bones ache from where the strings had squeezed and thrown him. He repositioned his stance to ease the pain. All of the events from earlier felt like a dream to him, everything unfolded so quickly. It was unbelievable to him. He would have to think hard about what he should do from here on out. Now that Error had stated his reasoning, he knew he would confront him more than once. He shook his head and stared at the puddle that he stood in. So many questions were unsolved for Ink. Error had said he only eradicated the glitches that plagued the void. Was his universes that much of a nuisance? Did they affect the void drastically? Ink felt his cheek bones get hit with a cold breeze. He should probably get inside. He didn't want to be in any worse condition as he already was. Ink turned and walked inside the house, letting out a yawn. He heard quickening footsteps making their way to the living room. The footsteps echoed through the house. Paint eased himself down the staircase, sighing when he his brother. Ink cleared his throat before he spoke, "Hey bro how w-" Paint rushed over and wrapped his arms around Ink in a big hug. Ink let himself melt into his embrace, slowly wrapping his arms around Paint. Paint's breath shuttered, "Where were you? You were gone almost all day..." Ink tears fell from his eyes, falling onto the top of Ink's skull. The tear drops splattered as they landed. "I told you I went to check on the universes, nothing big." He decided not to tell Paint about Error, his battle, or how he could've died. It would be too much for Paint to handle, he was already upset about Ink as it was. "Well," Paint wiped his eyesockets. "Tell me when you decide to stay out for so long. I was worried about you." He let go of Ink and gazed down at him. Ink nodded, "Don't be so worried okay? I am the Creator after all." Paint rolled his own pin pricks. "I'll always worry about you. Your my brother." Ink gave a smile in response. "You look exhausted," Paint looked at Ink's darkened eyesockets. "You better go get some rest." Ink yawned in response; stretching. "Okay, goodnight." He walked and began elevating up the stairs. "Goodnight Ink. Sleep well." Ink walked down the familiar hallway, stopping when he reached his room. He turned the knob and walked inside, shutting the door behind him. Ink stood and removed his stash of paint and brushes, before changing into his sleeping clothes. Once he did he shuffled over to his bed, plopping down on the matress. The springs inside made a loud groan in response. Ink let the warm sheets compress him. He was tired; exhausted really. He shut his eyes trying to clear his thoughts. But all the questions revolving around Error beckoned him. Ink was never an insomniac but tonight he was having problems clearing his thoughts. Error had reappeared into his mind. His face into a smirk, one eyesocket cocked. That familiar face... Ink couldn't help but revision Error from their confrontation. His face was so... mysterious. Error really brought awe to Ink. He had been about the one of many things Ink never had created. Error was indeed one of a kind, a valuable treasure. Ink sighed, opening his eyes and sitting up. He had to get Error out of his head. Ink got up out of bed and walked over to his drawing desk. He pulled out the chair and sat, retrieving his sketchpad and pencils. He began to sketch that same face that kept invading Ink's mind. The lead of his pencil made a soft scratching noise as it met the paper. He let all his emotions and feelings be expressed through his sketch. He didn't stop until he was satisfied. As he finished his final touches on his rough sketch he laid his head on the desk. He gave his art a glance; giving an approval smile. His eyes fluttered shut minutes after. Soon soft snores began to fill up the room. The questions died down. He could finally sleep...

| Anti-Void |(I spelled Ant Void xD)

It had been almost an hour since Ink had left. When he departed Error hadn't done anything but walk back to the multiverse to exam the alternate universes. He stared at everyone of them individually, taking mental comparison notes. Error's mind swirled with so much confusion and questions that he needed to distract himself. They begged to be answered, repeated in his head. But alas he had no answers. Once he had stayed there for a fairly good bit of time he wandered back to the void. He considered what he should do. Error never did much for there was never much to do. Before long Error simply decided to work on his hobby. He sat down on the flooring with his legs crossed. Error spawned open a portal, letting dozens of string knitted puppets fell onto the flooring. He closed the portal and began observing them one by one. He had created them. They were the one creations he hadn't destroyed... He placed them in their multiverse given order. Undertale, Underswap, Underfell... eventually he lost track as his hand fell into the familar rhythm. He didn't need to remember them as he placed them quickly and efficiently. He knew the multiverse like the back of his hand. Once completed, he lifted his hand and hovered it above Dream Sans' and Nightmare Sans' little puppets. He had known these two for awhile. He was pretty sure they had known Ink too. How had Ink never been introduced by Dream? How had Ink been under the radar for so long? Something didn't sit right with him, something was missing. Were they not supposed to know about each other? Had the Elements tried to keep Error from knowing about his opposite? All the questions swirled in his head like a vortex. This was going to stress him out sooner or later. Yet, he couldn't answer them right now. Even if he had the information in front of him. Error sighed and spawned a basket of yarn and needles. Ink kept pestering his mind... He needed to change the subject. 'Heh, if only people knew about my hobby. That would be outrageous.' He let out a soft glitchy laugh as he began to crochete a small doll out of yarn. He gazed up at the others that layed in front of him, comparing at how this doll would differ from the others. Ever since Ink left the void Error had felt... lonely. Ink was the one person he had socialized with in a long time. That being said, Error couldn't help but feel like he wanted to see Ink again. Error stopped crocheting, a bitter silence washing over him. Once more, he let his mind center on Ink again. What was up with him? Ink had been on his mind ever since he left... This was not a good sign tp him. Error looked down at the doll in his hands. He rolled it in his hand placing it in his palm. Why had Ink made such a huge effect on him? He was just making his job harder than it already was. Yet deep inside, something made his soul stir. He couldn't shake the image of his face when it had been covered in a soft brushing of a rainbow of colors. It was indeed cute. Error gave a fluttered breath. Seems like cute was a new word he would be using now. Error brought himself back to reality as he jabbed himself with his crochete needle. He let a few curses slip his mouth as he finished the rest of his doll. He placed his needles down and cut off the remaining string. It was completed. He stared at it with amusement, it sure was different. He gave a soft laugh; echoing throughout the empty void. It's hard to believe such a being existed. Short, colorful, agile... He placed the doll down next to his slipper. It fell over, it's head nudging Error's slipper. Something about Ink created an inspiration inside Error, and for once in Error's existence he felt genuinely... Happy. He wanted to better get to know Ink. But he knew Ink would despise him for what he had to do. Error was bind to the laws of the ant-void. He couldn't just stop destructing, it was his purpose. His DESTINY. He picked up his newly made doll and held it in his palm one more, "Tell me Ink, why are you too good for this world?" He glanced at the Ink doll in his hands and gave an admirable smile. Error's body began to glitch more actively than usaul. He needed to rest, it had been a long day. And he preferred not to overlode himself. His mind wandered back to today's events, 'Today was indeed an interesting turn of events.' he knew that he wouldn't be forgetting this day anytime soon. Before Error shut his eyes a thought formed in his head. And he didn't shove it away this time. Tomorrow he'd drop by InkTale and check out Ink's universe. Who knows, maybe Error could better get acquainted with Ink. And with that a smirk flooded Error's face as he drifted of to sleep...