Oneshot book

Stuff i never finished but is cool anyway :)

____________________________ WII sport shenanigans 

It was a normal day in the anti void.
Well as normal as it can be in that place anyway.

Error was on his bean bag, having yet another existential crisis, occupying the little time he had due to Ink not creating a single Au in the past hours. He was probably going to break a world record at this rate. 

The voices were calm, not having any insult left to throw at the glitching skeleton who was deep in toughs. 

After a while, Error finally came back to reality, his little conversation with himself was interrupted when he had the brillant idea to go to Nigthmare castle, having nothing better to do, because no, having an existential crisis isn't really enjoyable when your are Error (even if sometime the subject of the said crisis would make anyone who doesn't know the glitch erupt in laughter or be traumatized/worried for the rest of their life).

Error opened a portal to his friend mansion just to facepalm at the sight in front of him. 
Cross, killer and Dust were playing wii sport on the tv, Cross lying on the floor, remote in the air, moving frantically in hope of doing something useful with CC trying to help him unsuccessfully, Dust and Killer fighting each other with one arm , the other waving in the air the remote. Surprisingly, Cross was winning CC cheering in the background even if no one could see the kid beside Error and Cross.

The black skeleton never had plaid to the game, but he was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be played in a way this chaotic. The said skeleton moved from his portal to go sit on the couch where Nightmare was sitting, watching those idiots with a boring look on his face like it happened every day in the mansion. Nightmare turned his head to the new skeleton in the room, seing him trying to understand what was going on in the game the three other were playing a hint of curiosity in his eyes sockets.  

______________________ Happy Birthday

It was a beautiful night in a faraway multiverse, peoples were partying, other were simply sleeping or being totally ko because of some spiked strawberry milk that a strange human had left there, who would probably never come back to take the milk away. And of course The 'Ink' organising the party was the only one sober there, keeping an eye socket open on all the guest, being sited on a isolated spot in the corner of the room, totally not creepy if you asked the others. But in reality, the protector was deep in his toughs, for starters, only him knew why a party was being organised each eons at this same date, the 4 of April. It was his birthday, well his old one. The birthday he had as 'Error' back when he was the forced destroyer in his old 'home'. Of course no one knew that, but tonight strangely someone finally asked the unanswered question, "Hey Paint ! U never told us why there was a party at this special date before huh ?" It was classic who had the great idea to find some answers behind the mysterious personality of their protector and creator. The now surprised creator just sited there not knowing what to say at all at the question he feared the most. But he quickly came back to his senses and stood up to his full 7 feet tall, and went in the center if the room were everyone was patiently waiting for him to tell his story. Paint, has he was named wore his big blue scarf, so much memories in one single object, a big oversized cream color hoodie with multiples paint vials and brush attached to his belt, his old hoodie loosely attached there too, like the original ink, a pair of black trainers (description blahblah)

Sitting on the conveniently placed box he took the time to put his red glasses on his nose and look at every face in the room. Many were the same as in his old multiverse, but many were new, created by his own never ending imagination, they were probably more original than his old Ink creations.

___________________________ Flowery life

A tall glitchy skeleton was watering a patch of flowers in the late afternoon, a big dusty apron on with many plant growing on it apparently not disturbing the skeleton monster work as he continued his task of watering the flowers. The sun wasn't really high in the sky but enough to light the whole plain for some more hours before leaving the job to his friend the moon. The tall grass was dancing with the common gust of wind and the flowers were standing tall and proud in many patches with all great organisation. The one the skeleton was standing in, is a galaxy themed flower patch, with many dark purples, blue and some pinks flower of all sort organized to look like the night sky of outertale.