A dream?!

Ch1 "I AM NOT WEIRD!"

Error yawned as he woke up. Odd. He felt unusually rested....and he heard no voices....were they taking a break or something? Ah well screw it. Time to pounce on this opportunity. He stands up and brushes himself off. He grins and opens a portal to a random undertale copy. They were always the easiest to deal with. He comes out in snowdin.......right in front of this copies sans and papyrus. They look at him in suprise before the sans gives a small wave. "Uh...heya?" Error grins at them both as wires ensnare their souls.

Timeskip

As error finished up destroying the au he sensed it. A presence. He looked back to see ink staring at the ashes of his creation. He completely ignores error, scooping up some ashes and muttering to himself as some tears fell from his eyes. Error coughed and ink looked at him. But rather than eyes of rage eyes of confusion gazed back at errors. Ink stands up and looks at error.

"D-did you do this?" Ink asks error and error raises a brow.

"Yeah. Obviously. Ink i do this every day. It can only be me. Did you hit your head or somethin?" Error asks in confusion and ink stares at him, expression never changing. Then he spoke.

"I don't know who you are or why you know my name but this is the first time a au has been destroyed." Ink looks error in the eyes and now its errors turn to be confused. Error stared at ink in shock.

"Ok clearly you hit your head and have memory loss. How do you not know me? I'm error. You know. Your mortal enemy. Destroyer of the multiverse. Yang to your yin." Ink shook his head.

"I've never met you. And i don't know what you mean about destroyer. There is no creator or destroyer."

"Wha- Thats wrong! Your the creator! You make aus and i destroy them! Its a cycle! God ink its almost like you aren't my ink."
Error shook his head in exasperation.

"I'm serious! I don't know who you are! But i do know one thing! You need to stop destroying aus. Theres no point to it." Ink pointed at error and error gave him a annoyed look.

"....Is this some elaborate plan to get me to stop destroying? Or do you seriously have memory loss? Ah whatever. When you start making sense come find me." Error makes a portal and leaves. Leaving ink to ponder who the odd sans he met was.

As error emerged in his home, the anti void, he still heard no voices. This was starting to get annoying. He isn't used to this much silence. He goes to add the frisk soul to his collection when he sees it. All his strings. His hammock. His puppets. His accumulated souls. All of them were gone. His eyes widened in panic seeing this. All that time he spent. Knitting. Killing. Sleeping. All wasted. He dropped the soul and it flitered off through the portal he had left open and he heard a reset noise. He snapped his fingers closing the portal. He'll kill them again another time. Right now all he could do was lay on the ground and curl unto a ball, hoping whatever cruel nightmare this was would end soon. As he drifted off to sleep he heard a portal open and voices.

"Yo nightbro! Theres a tubular skeledude passed out over here."

"That must be the guy ink told us about. Lets bring him with us."

"Ok. But look at the dude. He looks wicked. Like he's fought in hundreds of wars."

"You can admire him later. Lets go."

And he heard a portal open again before losing conciousness.