Ink looked up at the broken fragments of his mirror, his white eyes unmoving and unchanging.
He didn't know what had made him so mad.
Or perhaps, not anger.
He didn't know. He couldn't remember.
He looked at the white sheets that had been so carelessly thrown onto the floor.
Not carelessly. No, he did out of something else.
He looked at the cream walls that had been splattered with paint.
No wait, that wasn't paint.
Those were his emotions.
Silently dripping down the walls into an indiscernible mess below were his only way of feeling.
He hated it.
Everything was so colorful, reminding him of what he did not have.
Yet the blankness reminded him of what he was.
He looked at his desk and saw a messy sketch of Error he had drawn and posted on his wall.
He drew it so that he would never forget his goal in life.
But it was so ironic.
Error had a soul. A cold one indeed, but a soul nonetheless.
Ink, the protector of all universes, god of creation...
...didn't have one.
He looked back at the mirror.
Several jumbled words had been scribbled on the frame in his rage and panic.
"Work"
"Destruction"
"Strings"
"Soul"
"None"
"Too little"
He did not flinch as another shard of the glass fell down onto the floor.
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Inktobertale (2021)
FanfictionI know I'm late, but I debated a lot about this. Idk, writing a story everyday is kinda scary to me. All of these are separate oneshots that happen in the same multiverse! This will be filled with fluff and angst. I will try my best not to imply any...
