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Chapter 6-Finally!

It was like an inkblot picture, the ones where you looked at the white part and saw one thing, then looked at the black parts and saw another–very different–image.

Verse could see the two of them, Splotch with his white pinpricks and Ink with his red and orange eyelights. They blurred together.

"Error, tell me you're joking." The glitchy Sans raised a bonebrow. "Nope. Why'd you even ask anyways?"

Verse took a deep, shallow breath, then exhaled. "Because that is not Ink. It can't be. Unless Splotch had a twin, and kept him hidden, that is not Ink. It can't be."

Error seemed immersed in his own thoughts, appearing to think deeply.

"Well, what if Ink is Splotch, like how I am Flaw? I mean, it's possible." Verse thought this through, then decided to agree until concrete evidence that one was not the other surfaced. "True."

A relavation struck her. Completely out of the blue and not at all a certain someone reaching into the AU and Verse's code for drama. Definitely natural remembrance.

Yep.

"Hang on. If that is both Ink and Splotch... Then I have even more of a reason to dust him!" Error facepalmed, once again binding her with his strings. "Verse, no."

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Classic watched.

Why was Error holding back the only person who could kill Ink? Could it be that since she took down The Creator so easily, he felt threatened?

But Error had brought this girl here, so he must know how dangerous she was.

This was odd.

"Owwww..." Ink groaned from the ground, his marrow staunched. His eyelights flickered then settled on orange and... Wait, white?

Since when had Ink ever had white eyelights?

Classic had a lot of questions. And he was sure that he wouldn't get many answers from Ink or Dream. So he was certain that he had to ask Nightmare's Gang.

As a Royal Judge, he had a duty to listen to both sides of the story, even if one side seemed to be in the wrong. Classic felt his sins crawling up his spine, felt the pang of guilt.

It would be a fair trial now, at least. Classic would listen to them, conclude that they were evil, and go back satisfied.

Or at least, that was what he hoped...

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"Verse yes!" She broke out of the strings, literally tearing then to shreds, something no monster nor human had ever done.

Verse charged towards Ink and came flying at him. From his point of view, she was a twisted wraith corrupt by the demon behind her, an insane mercenary afflicted with Stockholm syndrome.

From Error's point of view however, and the people that kept trying to break the fourth person behind the walls, Verse was a karmic force of retribution, an angel from heaven finally come to right the wrongs.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA BACK UP! WHAT-WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME? AREN'T YOU A HUMAN?" Ink was terrified, scrambling backwards.

Verse gave a menacing smirk. "Ink, Ink, Ink. I only have one question for you, and if you answer it truthfully, I'll leave you alone for now." She offered a hand.

Ink didn't take it.

He sneered at her, then remembered that he was surrounded by the monsters that worshipped him, the acting kicking in. "I-I..." The squid lord kept whimpering. "Fine. What's the question?"

Verse almost burst out laughing at just how impressive Ink's acting skills were. But she didn't. "Does the name Splotch ring a bell in that empty skull of yours?"

Ink thought long and hard, finally looking up at Verse and meeting her gaze. "No."

She grabbed him by the throat, pissed. "That's a lie, it has to be. Why else are you so goddamn prejudiced against Fl-Error, then?"

Ink choked. "Ghck-Because he's the D-Destroyer! Why el-ack-"

And it was the truth, because Verse looked to Error and his Sans-sense of Justice and he had nodded.

"Tch. Disappointing." She threw him to the ground, glaring in challenge at all of the Sanses that had been there. They backed away warily, wanting to avenge Ink but not wanting to dust.

Don't get it wrong, she still wanted to beat up Ink–and she damn well would have–but Error lassoed her with his strings like a cowboy.

Her arms were pinned. She could do virtually nothing when Error started reeling her in but shuffle awkwardly away from him. And fail.

She gave in and trudged back over to Error, still hog-tied, scowling heavily, and not in the least happy. The black-boned skeleton patted her shoulder, attempting to calm her down.

It had worked, sort of, because Verse stopped mouthing threats. But then again, when she bonked Error right on the skull, it was hard to see that the assuage had done its job.

Error, wincing, opened a pixelated portal and let Verse go through. There was little comfort in the fact that the only reason she had not dusted him right then and there was because he was her brother.

"Y-you better watch your b-back, Destroyer!" Ink screeched, breaking off into a coughing fit. "Ghck-h-I don't care if you have this powerful ally! Neither do they!"

Practically all the Sanses were wearing the “you sure about that” face then. Sure as hell they cared, that girl could make them shiver in fear just from her glare alone.

"You-you hear me? We'll take you and her down!" An evil grin broke out on The Creator's face as Ink just remembered about who he had. And it was definitely only Ink that had forgotten.

"We even have Nightmare and his Gang! Say bye to your friends, Error!"

Error didn't bat an eyesocket. He grinned, snapping his fingers and leapt over the whole cluster of no social distancing.

The glitchy skeleton landed on Nightmare's cage as all of the cages sunk into one of Error's largest portals like stones into quicksand. "Bye, Inky!"

The squid threw a tantrum worthy of Fate's approval. Classic, noting that all of the others were either backing away into individual portals or trying to calm Ink down, inched over to Cross's cage and jumped onto it.

He was going to get those answers.