Error's POV
Everything hurts..
I was never this badly injured before in any of our fights, but-what happened next shocked me to the core of my Soul. I lifted my head up, gazing weakly at all the skeletons in front of me-as if fighting just Sanses and Swap!Papyrus's wasn't enough, no, no, bloody Papyrus's and Swap!sanses had been dragged into this battle as well.. I couldn't move even if I wanted to-every. Single. Goddamned. Bone. Had been broken as painfully as possible once they had managed to pin me to the ground.. Seven days of endless battling, no rests for me, and plenty for them.. You can see why they were able to pin me down just an hour ago.
My eye lights went out as soon as I saw Ink lift his huge paint brush-Broomie-a haunting scream of anger, grief, and pain came from someone..
Wait... Was-Was that me screaming? I managed to lift a hand, the sound of portal opening up under me as it took me down.. I landed roughly on my beanbag, the portal closing instantly, Fate came down swiftly-of course I only knew it was him because only he can get inside the Anti-void.. What was scaring me the most was the fact I couldn't see, I couldn't see a damned thing.
Not.
One.
Thing.Suddenly everything went silent when I felt Fate pinch the pressure point in my neck, causing me to fall into the sweet bliss that is unconsciousness..
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TS brought to you by a sleepy Author cause she don't know much about medical stuff
~~~Stirring awake I groaned softly in pain, phalanges lightly touching my skull, I paused when I saw what looked like the outline of my phalanges, only the coloring was.... Well, the color traits of my Soul. Gold, Cyan, Red, and Yellow..
My main trait, Gold-it's one unknown to this Multiverse-it is called Protection.
Cyan, my second trait, stands for Patience..
My third trait, Red, stands for Determination.
The fourth and final trait, Yellow, stands for Justice.
"Fate...Why can't I see my normal colors....?" A grimace passed Fate's normally neutral expression.
"Error... That was the best I could do with all the damage that had been done to your eyes.. You would have been truly blind if I hadn't of enhanced your Soul sight to the point of being able to see outlines of others movements off of their Soul traits.." I was shocked, Fate was normally able to heal everything, the fact he couldn't heal that concerned me greatly.
"Fate... What did they mix together to get this result?" He winced, looking away from me as I frantically tried to control my breathing. It couldn't be-right?-"Tell m-me-me-ME I AM WRO-WRONG WIT-WITH TH-THINKING THI-THIS, F-F-FA-FAT-FATE!!" He flinched back, sighing heavily and looked down upon the ground.
"I'm sorry, Error... But..... Ink's paint-It-It was mixed with Nightmares personal poison, Death's tears, and Life's energy.. This was why I couldn't heal your sight. I'm so, so sorry my son...." I collapsed back into the soft cushions of my beanbag, What did I do to deserve blindness...? All I am doing is keeping the balance in check! Apparently tears were falling down my cheeks because suddenly Fate was hugging me close against him as he I clutched tightly onto his jacket like a lifeline-and in a way-he was so far the only thing keeping me from going into the Void for the sweet release of Death's grip....
Though... I have a feeling that with Ink's latest stunt he has a few of his blind followers rethinking their actions.. Maybe-Maybe this could work in our favor, Fate...
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It's quiet sadly, not that long, but, I think I did good for the prologue.
Now for the facts of this book.
I will give everyone a voting chance after the end of each Arch
This is the prologue Arch
It's ended so you guys have two options-no I can't give you any hints to what is behind each one!!
Anyways you have two options to vote on, one vote for each person, and the one with the most votes wins!
You all have two days to decide, debate, and vote on the options!
Option A
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Blind | Error Fan Fiction
FanfictionError, The God of Destruction, was struck blind by none other than by Ink-the God of Creation-in an unfair ambush that had the older God outnumbered 50,000-to-one. Everyone could hear the pained cry of the older being sending chilling rattles down t...