(I DID NOT MAKE THE ART-)
blue hair.
black eyes.
yellow everything.
though his world was colorful, one thing was for sure. he himself would never be colorful. for he was soulless. this wasn't his choice, of course.
he wanted a soul. he wanted to be full of color. was he? no. did he want to be? yes.
he was colorful though.
he had color.
so maybe if he asked to borrow some color, he would let him?
then again maybe not.
but it wouldnt hurt asking right?
and so the creator got his prized broomie and teleported off to the destoryer.
error was in the void. where else would he be? where else COULD he be? thats when a protal opened and none other then the creator stepped through. ¨to what do I owe this plessure?¨ Error asked, looking at ink. ¨can I ask you something error?¨ ¨sure- what?¨ ¨can I bowrow some color?¨ ¨what?¨ Bowrow- color? what does that even mean? ¨yeah. color. can I have some of yours?¨ ¨what do you mean ink?¨ ¨well- I dont have any. not really.¨
oh.
OH.
ohhhh.
error smirked. ¨yeah- come over here ink.¨ Ink walked over to error. ¨yes?¨ error then pulled ink down by his sleeve and set ink in his lap. ¨heh. so you want color?¨ ¨yes..so..is this a yes?¨ ¨maybe..¨ errors hand slid down inks spine and ink let out a shaky moan. ¨heh~¨ he then used his other hand and lightly rubbed his ribs. ¨error~!¨ ¨yes?~¨ "mmm~ can we just cuddle?" "of course" error then pulled ink into his chest and laid down, cuddling his new found love.
