This is starting from the chapter "Come Back..." As a joke, I will share the other ending of the A and B poll as an April Fool's Joke. This will fuck with your Errink minds. Enjoy. ;)
Blueberror walked up to the door, his hand hesitating and hovering next to the door before knocking quickly. "Error? Are you home?" He knocked louder. He peered through the window. He knew that something was up, it was still in the house but lights were on. He knew Error was there, he was always inside. He teleported into the living room. "Error?" He never comes out, something isn't right.
"Error?" The bathroom door was wide open, "Err—!"
Error's arms bled out as his eyes laid open. He stopped. Error just stopped. He wasn't glitching like he normally did, all the staticky error signs around him were gone. His pinpricks were gone, and he was still and silent.
The star weapon in Blueberror's hand slipped, and with his hand free brought up to his mouth to hold back a quivering sob. He knew he couldn't do anything—he was already gone. He fell to the ground and doubled over, his sobs escaping him and burying him deep in the sound. "I'm-I'm sorry—I-I'm so s-sorry." He repeated over and over. Pulling Error's hand into his, trying to feel his soul.
Even though apologizing at this point was pointless Blueberror did it anyways. The shock pulled him into it. As he looked up at him, wishing it wasn't real he looked into his eyes. But he wasn't there.
He wasn't there. Only his body. He felt the physical form slowly collapse into dust as he cried pathetically on the floor.
The following week, Blueberror and Sci were the only ones at the grave. It was next to Ink's only a stone with no body to bury.
Blueberror was reminded all over again about it, "I wish I got there sooner. If I did then maybe—!" Sci pulled Blueberror into his chest.
"Shh, it's not your fault." He whispered, trying to calm the smaller down. "Do you want to come to my place? I'll make tea."
Blueberror was silent for a second, "Is Paps home?"
"No."
"Okay, I don't want him to see me like this." His gloves soaked up the tears in his eyes sockets as he made a portal to Sci's place.
Sci got two mugs of water and put them on the microwave. "Are you okay?"
"Am I?"
"I'm asking you," Sci said, getting some tea that his dad got from the king some time ago. He only got a shrug in reply. He sighed and took the mugs out and dipped the teabags in the water. He sat down to Blueberror on the couch and handed him his mug. Blueberror dipped the tea depressingly, staring at it numbly. Sighing, Sci wrapped an arm around Blueberror, pulling him next to him, "I know no amount of tea or hugs can fix it but—" Blueberror suddenly latched onto Sci.
"It'll help," He mumbled into Sci's turtleneck sweater. Sci placed his tea down on the table and hugged back. They sat there quietly sympathizing each other's pain.
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Ink was back. The creators gave him enough creative power to will himself back to life. He remembers it all—well, most of it at least.
Dream and Ink went back to his house. A quiet place with faded colors. The blinds were closed, making it dark. A single scarf half blue and half brown laid across the table. "Who's Error?" He asked Dream. They were sitting on the couch. Dream tried to explain the place and everything that Ink didn't get. Dream looked at him, then the floor. He was hiding something, Ink didn't know what. "Dream, please."
"He was..." Dream was hesitant, "...Your friend."
"My...friend? Wait, was?" He looked at Dream suspiciously.
"He's gone." Dream looked up at Ink. "He committed suicide when you left, he was so broken up about it." He pressed his palms on his knees, shaking off this heavy feeling in his ribcage. "I'm sorry."
Ink nodded. He tugged at the scarf and pulled the blue string out. So familiar...yet such a distant memory. Dream open a swirling yellow portal to Haventale, "Wait!" Ink stood up hastily. Dream looked back, "Can I come with you? I-I mean, I just don't remember it all yet and—" Ink's face had a dull rainbow hue.
Dream smiled, "Sure." His face probably also tinted his magic's color. They walked through the portal together and it closed behind them.
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"Dream.~" Ink taunted. Dream looked behind him to see Ink with a scary face. He yelped in surprise.
Dream realized his overused prank and smacked his arm, "Ink! Stop scaring me!" He said angrily. Ink's smile turned into a laugh.
"But it works every time." Ink smirked. Dream turned away from him but Ink reformed from ink in front of him. "Where are you going?"
"Away from you so you can't stop scaring me!" Dream huffed.
Ink laughed again and kissed Dream's nose. "Alright, I won't." He then kissed Dream on the mouth. Dream smiled and kissed back. Ink's arms went down to the other's lower back and pushed him closer. Dream hummed and parted with Ink, "Let's save it for after we check the AUs." He smiled.
Ink huffed, a little annoyed. "Fine! But you better call me if you encounter Nightmare! I don't want a dead Dream." He added one final kiss to Dream's face and splat some ink on the ground, jumping through it.
Dream teleported to Underfell, watching out for anything. He felt like a horrible person. He was lying to Ink since Error was dead. He looked up at the red fog in Waterfall, he sighed and leaned back into a wall.
Would he have to tell him eventually?
Just then, a knife hits him in the stomach. Gasping, he falls down. "Hey, I found something interesting," Killer walked out of the shadows with Nightmare. "Heheh, look at you, so weak now that you don't have your boyfriend with you.~"
"Shut up Killer." Nightmare growled. "Oh Dream, always trying to be the victim and the hero at the same time." Dream tried to take the knife out of him but another hit his arm and one hit his leg. "Oh no, is your Inky not here to save you?" Nightmare taunted in a sickly dark voice. "Good. Now you'll feel the pain that I felt of drowning alone."
Dream felt tears fall down his face as Killer slowly walked up to him. He burned where the knives hit, but he was scared, "P-Please no." He begged. Nightmare's grin only widened in response. "Please, Killer, are you really happy with—"
"Stop trying to bribe everyone to your side! Killer just finish him so I don't have to hear his god awful voice. And as a bonus," He smirked. "Make it slow and painful." He teleported away and left Dream with Killer.
Killer sat next to Dream, "Killer, please—" Killer cut a line across his mouth, shushing him as he did so.
"It'll be over soon." Killer hummed. He cut lines down Dream's bones. Dream screamed each time, crying for him to stop. "Don't worry." Killer took the knife in Dream's leg and twisted it. Dream screamed as he continued. The tears clouded his vision as Killer pulled the knife out. He kissed Dream where he cut his mouth. Dream looked scared, confused about what that meant. "I'm sorry it has to end like this for you—"
"Killer," Dream mumbled, catching his attention, "Can you tell my brother I'm sorry?" He could barely pick up his head to look Killer in the eyes. "Please, he needs to know. I was never able to tell him because we're fighting, but I'm sorry for not being there for him as kids—Killer please tell him."
Killer looked at him, weighing options in his head. "Y-Yeah, sure." He looked away, with a serious face. He huffed and picked up Dream. "I can't do this." He said through gritted teeth. Dream was surprised. "I can't kill you. Now, where's Ink?" He asked.
"The Doodlesphere or Swapfell." Dream mumbled. Killer cursed under his breath. He couldn't teleport to different AUs and he couldn't do healing magic.
He saw Fell walking by, "Fell!" Hopefully, he could do something. The other looked at him then Dream, "Woah, wait what am I seeing?" He backed up since he knew where Killer was from. "Is he dead?"
"I can't do anything to help him. Please."
Fell huffed. "I can use some healing magic, but only a little bit." He held a hand over Dream and the green glow of the magic healed the stab wound in his chest. "Hold on I can call Ink just come with me," Killer followed as Fell called Ink on his cellphone. "We're going to my house...okay...he's okay but not well...alright." He ended the call to open the door. Ink was already there.
"Is he okay? What's his HP?" Ink asked worried. He saw Killer and glared.
"I'm sorry,"
"Sorry isn't going to fix it." Ink growled.
"I can't do anything under Nightmare's influence. His aura is strong, so I'm never able to get out of my head—it's so murky." Ink's red target eyes turned to something else as he took Dream from Killer.
Ink took Dream from him and set him on the couch. He took his paintbrush and took the green paint to heal Dream. It worked, but Dream was still unconscious. Killer stood there awkwardly. "I'll go." He teleported away, leaving Ink with Dream.
"So he was more than a friend?" Ink shouted.
"Yes! I admit I lied! I'm sorry! It was selfish of me but I loved you! I still love you." Dream tried to explain.
"I can't believe you," Ink huffed out, his eyes flashed red then blue then red. "Why couldn't you just tell me the truth?" He yelled.
"Because I thought it would come in between us!"
"So you had this sick plan from the beginning," Ink growled. "You know what, I'm done." Ink painted a portal on the ground, "I'm not staying in a relationship that was based on a lie."
"Wh—No, please, Ink stay." Dream sobbed, but Ink didn't hear him over the loud ringing his mind was doing.
He appeared in front of the two graves. The double scarf wrapped around both in a figure eight. Ink sat down and buried his face in his hands, his tears falling down as he held back his sobs. His breaths were shuddering and shaky, "I'm sorry I couldn't remember you—I'm sorry Glitchy."
Be glad I didn't choose this ending. This is just the simplified gist of it. But yeah, the last update seriously this time. Goodbye, I love you all and your lovely words.
There are no words to describe how thankful I am for you all <3
(Go check out my Geno x Reaper story if you ship that)