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Everything was quiet. Many would think silence was expected from such vacant place.
Afterall, nothing was here. The Anti Void was known for it’s lack of any shade of a colour or volume of a sound to some. But not to everyone, as the remaining lot either refused to believe it to be real, or denied such rumour in fear of being stuck there.
But, in the end, it was just a rumour.
But who confirmed it was ever true?
While some could believe such place devoid of colour could seem peaceful and quiet despite it’s ominous emptied look, sounds weren’t actually absent in the Anti Void, unlike in the Void with the complete lack of them.
A natural eery, while not audible once a sound would play in the background, could be heard perfectly when said noises went out.
It could spook out anybody. When everything went silent, the quiet eery could be very loud.
And, of course, it could drive anyone insane.
And that someone was Error. This was his home, right?
He should be used to the manacing emptiness of the Anti Void, along with the dire eery.
Except, not exactly.
While, yes, Error lived in the White Void his whole existance as Error, that didn’t mean he preferred the Anti Void over any other place.
But he was stuck there, by none other than Fate.
He could just leave, but he always had to come back for some strange reason Error never understood.
Why did Fate want him to stay in there? He was formed here, but it didn’t feel all cozy and safe as many descibed ‘Home’. So he never considered it one.
Why would he? This place did nothing but worsened his vision and drove him insane. He always heard ‘encouraging’ voices, that always reminded him of his duty.
Not like he would forget that he was the Destroyer. Ever. That fact was just stuck in his head for as long as he could remember.
Another thing he remembered for his whole existance was his counterpart, opposite, enemy, you name it.
Ink.
For some reason, Ink didn’t loathe Error. Just the destruction that came with him.
He didn’t want to fight the other, believing he could still change, seeing as Error didn’t necessarly enjoyed his job.
He only fought Error because of said destruction. And because everyone else thought it was for the best, to atleast attempt to get rid of the Destroyer.
Dream was on the same page as Ink, not wanting to hurt Error, but said monster left them no choice.
If they didn’t defend then they would be seen as irresponsible, and negligent towards their duty.
Error spread destruction, meaning negativity was involved. So Ink, as the Creator, had to defy said destruction. And Dream, had to defy the negativity.
Not like Error could really hurt Ink. Fate wouldn’t let him. Or would severely punish him if that were to happen. Dream, on the other hand? Let’s say Error could harm him, but it wouldn’t do much.
So in most fights Error just strung them up, or parried their attacks. As much as he could at the very least. Fighting them would only drain him and delay the process of his destruction, that’s why fleeing to another Universe seemed like the best option.
He always was the one to get hurt anyway. The pain in his body always bothered him, but he just learned to ignore it to some extent to continue.
Error wanted to tell Ink about the balance. Ink, surprisingly, while chaotic, and often questionable, was doing his best. He wasn’t stupid, or too stupid anyway.
Nobody had ever explained it to him.
Fate wasn’t talking loud enough at the start of his existance to understand. So he just kept on creating, creating and creating.
But now, for whatever reason, said Deity wouldn’t let Error explain it to his opposite.
He never understood why. He assumed it was to just watch him suffer in some sick glee.
All he had to do was just destroy, destroy and destroy as Ink kept creating, creating and creating.
It’s been going on, for how long? A bit more than a millennium. Maybe two if Error wasn’t counting all that well, which could be true. He never had a good attention span on anything other than his job. It always was and always will be his top priority.
But his second on top priority would probably be the Gang of idiots Nightmare had collected.
While Nightmare could be annoying with his continuous pestering, he wasn’t such bad company. Error would never actually admit he cares about any of them. Not verbally anyway.
You just had to look on the right side of things.
A random out of place gift could be a sign you needed. You just needed to be sure that the culprit would be Error, and not some other member playing a prank.
Error always had a problem with showing affection, especially after not receiving any himself for many centuries. And it wasn’t like he could just, be affectionate with a random person, he’d be attacked on sight.
So he did what he could, and it was working. That meant he wasn’t doing it wrong.
But that didn’t had to be true considering that the members of the Gang weren’t normal in the slightest..
But that wasn’t Errors problem. He wasn’t normal either, was he? How can a Destroyer of Universes be normal anyway.
Speaking of his title.. He really shouldn’t slack off right now. The ache in his soul was starting to become worrisome, meaning it was time to start his shift for.. However long this takes.
Error never had many breaks, just those rare moments. Unless somehow he or someone else managed to distract Ink from creating then, well, he got some free time on his dusty hands.
This time he just got lost in thoughts during one of said ‘breaks’. But it didn’t lost that long.. Probably. It’s hard to tell how much time it’s been in space without time.
So Error put down whatever needles he was holding and stood up, going through a portal quickly without even stumbling!
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The Doodle Sphere, while made of pure creativity and being such beautiful place as a result, wasn’t always this crowded.
When Ink was first created, he knew for a fact he had the power of creation. He didn’t remember how he knew that, or where he found that out.
Just that he, simply could make something out of nothing, with a mere move of his Painbrush.
Most of Universes were created by the fear of being left alone again. Ink hated that. Feeling abandoned. That’s why he never abandoned another being. No matter how friendly or hostile they were to be.
That, was also the reason why he never gave up on Error.
Error was his supposed enemy, yes, but he was still a creation. Maybe not his creation, but still one nevertheless. He was made to create them, but also protect them.
Ink really didn’t want to fight Error. But it was his duty to defend all of the Worlds. So he did.
He tried to talk Error out of it, or listen as to why he would destroy so mindlessly. But the other either didn’t listen, or didn’t take him seriously.
Unless there was something keeping Error from telling him. He had suspected that for.. A very long time.
But what could possibly keep him from doing just that?
Ink knew there had to be a reason. He for a fact knew Error didn’t destroy for the mere fun of it.
Dream once shot Error with one of his positivity arrows, draining his positive energy completely as a consequence.
Thankfully, it was only temporarily. But it didn’t change the fact that his opposite.. Didn’t really have many emotions from the positive side of the spectrum.
But still kept on destroying. Even when he couldn’t feel anything positive related during that time.
That’s why, whatever reason Error was destroying, wasn’t related to emotions or sadistic satisfaction.
It wasn’t Nightmare either. For as far as Ink knew atleast, Error didn’t have many people he could be attached to.
Ink wasn’t completely sure if Error had some kind of friendly relationship with the negative spirit ot not, but all cleus lead to that.
And Nightmare wouldn’t just force Error to destroy Worlds. That would be absolutely ridiculous.
But what could be the reason. Ink didn’t know. He really wanted to and tried to understand as to why, but he just simply couldn’t.
Ink sometimes wondered what Error felt about the questions he was faced with on each and every encounter with himself. Dream insisted on not telling him that much, so he knew they weren’t exactly optimistic.
Was he annoyed with him? Disappointed? Sad? Or maybe even angry..
Ink wouldn’t know. Error stopped expressing emotions on his face years ago. The turmoil underneath the stoic facade could be anything ranging from peace to panic.
He didn’t know when Error had smiled last. Maybe he does so when alone, but Ink doubted that. He also wondered when was the last time Error had felt truly happy.
While Ink, who had vials of paint for his emotions, they were as real as a normal person with a soul.
But he still often didn’t understand the why’s or the how’s of some emotions. He could just take more of a certain vial to feel an emotion it represents. But that would feel like a person on.. Some weird meds would act like. So Ink refrained from doing that.
Ink still knew something was wrong with Error.. And he might not have enough time to get to know the reason. He, along with the Sans Council, had been working on a plan to.. Stop Error.
To say the least, Ink didn’t want to procceed with the newest plan.
But mostly because he knew it had a chance of succeeding.
Error, while never.. Exceptionally friendly with him, was there the longest. Even as enemies.. Ink felt as if Error was his closest friend. As Error was always there throughout the years.
Once upon a time they even had normal conversations during their fights. Atleast they used to be fights. Now it’s just.. Error parrying their attacks and running away once an opening was in sight.
Hell. Ink preferred when Error used to taunt him rather than now. So.. Empty.
And Ink was scared that the empty part would become all there’s left.
The mentioned plan consisted of Ink restraining Error for long enough to.. Seal his soul away in a rune. A recent discovery. Ink truly hated it. But it was for the best.. Even if he knew it wasn’t true.
If they won’t procceed with the plan, everyone would become suspicious. It was a known fact Ink didn’t want to kill Error. But if he was seen as a traitor who helped the enemy without a proper reason... The Multiverse would turn against him, making his duty harder to fulfill if everyone hated him.
He would accept it, of course, but it would still hurt in his non existent soul.
Right now, Ink was in the Doodle Sphere, just thinking about.. Everything, since the feared meeting ended not even an hour prior. If he got the time right, that is. That didn’t happen often.
As Ink didn’t enjoy thinking about the past. But mostly because it wasn’t only his past.
But soon enough, if the plan would succeed.. The past would be lost to history, only for him to remember. Despite his memory being.. Bad. Very bad. He could never forget the more important memories.
Hence is why he would never forget Error.
That was the moment he felt the usual tug signalling him of an Universe being under attack.
He didn’t want to go. Yet he didn’t exactly have a choice in this. Not anymore.
Ink just hoped Error would understand their reasoning, even if he wouldn’t be here for long enough to contemplate about it.
Without wanting to self-pity anymore, Ink got up, and looked for the endangered Universe before transporting himself into the paper he was holding.
Today would really bring many changes into the Multiverse.. Wouldn’t it?