{Hey Oh! I've got this idea from Rainbow Factory by WoodenToaster who created that song for the MLP Fandom! This made me imagine this sorta scenario of which leads to a mix of all types of angst, fluff, and souls! I hope you enjoy it as I'm going to continue writing now!
Also, imagine that Error has a face that looks like Ink if he was soulless. You'll know what I mean once you read.
Please be mindful that this isn't canon and this is a Forced God Multiverse. Also, I don't claim to understand anything of certain natures but please be mindful that this has some level of angst and tiny portions of fluff.
Enjoy you little gremlins!}
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He wished he was a star.
Drip.
Admired from afar and seen in awe.
Drip.
Drifting among other stars and not bothered by mortal affairs.
Drip.
No need to do anything against his will and never having to solve anything not his problem.
Drip.
He wished he was a star.
Drip.
As he wants to feel anything by this point than the constant ache of emptiness.
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He could never remember his name as nothing existed in the white space that was his prison. So the voices that constantly attack him in the head gave him a name that was cruel by their standards.
Error.
It meant mistake or even a glitch in the system but Error found the name lovely. It may have been done with cruel intentions but Error liked the name nonetheless. So it became his name that he wore with pride.
But then SHE came along.
Error could never remember the feelings associated with their meeting but he remembered the first case of emptiness that sprouted from that meeting. It wasn't until he destroyed that he finally knew what SHE did.
She took away his emotions and soul essence.
All that was left was a glass like soul that you could see through so easily.
He got his feelings and essence back thanks to his strange healing.
But SHE was back on him like a pack of piranha around prey.
It changed from certain months to now every week as his emotions and soul was drained of everything it had. He never found what she used them for until Error met Ink. It was then he noticed the vials that hanged around the others beings and he knew that his own being was being used the give another a chance to feel while he was left with nothing.
It was the first time after a draining session that he felt true rage.
Why was he the one to be tortured and drained of everything while the other got everything on a gold platter?
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