Hey Brother

Trapped

Ink released Error from his bonds, the Destroyer rubbing his wrists before putting his code back. He looked to his brother. Knowing what he had to say, but not finding the words to say it. Maybe if they weren't in danger of literally being torn apart by code bugs. ("let's get this handled.") "l-le-t-s ge-t th-is ha-nd-led." Error would definitely apologize to Ink later, when they were safe. ("his name is swapfell.") "h-is na-me i-is sw-ap-fell." Error started before Ink could ask about who the Gaster was. ("He is using code to try and free himself and he was going to use mine for it.") "he is us-ing co-de t-o tr-y a-nd fr-ee him-sel-f an-d he w-as go-ing t-to us-e mi-ne f-or it." Error drew on his magic, pulling out strings. ("he has some sort of chemical that causes paralysis. i will not be caught off guard again.") "h-e ha-s so-me sor-t of chem-ical th-at cau-ses para-lysi-s. i wi-ll n-ot be cau-ght o-ff gua-rd aga-in." He promised lowly. Ink nodded and pulled out more paints. "alright, thanks for the heads up, error. we'll be ready." Ink stated as the brother's prepared for that final confrontation.

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It took no time for Error to find Swapfell now that he knew what he was looking for. They both agreed that Swapfell had to be taken care of first before the machine and Code Eaters. He was the mastermind, without him to control them, theoretically they would stop. Theoretically. Truth be told they had no idea. But they had to do something. ("i will tear him apart, you understandthat, yes?") "i-i wi-ll t-ear hi-m apa-rt, y-ou und-ers-tand th-at, ye-s?" Ink paused, looking at Error. "is there no other way..?"
("we can't free him, we can't even free ourselves. not to mention, the multiverse is at the brink of collapse because of him.") "we can-t fr-ee hi-m, we can-t ev-en fr-ee out-sel-ves. n-ot to men-tion, th-e mul-tiv-ers-e is at th-e bri-nk of co-lla-pse beca-use of h-im." Ink sighed. "... ok.. but only because it's for the multiverse." Error sighed as he stopped them in front of the room that Swapfell was in. (its always been for the multiverse, kiki.) "it-s al-wa-ys b-ee-n f-or th-e mult-iver-se, kik-i." He launched into action before Ink could process that he'd been called by his childhood nickname. The Creator rushing after his little brother.

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Error missed Swapfell intentionally, spiderwebbing the entire room so that there was no room for escape, while Ink threw purple paint at Swapfell. Ink was going to check his pockets, but- ("don't get too close... he might have another syringe..") "don-t ge-t t-oo clo-se... he mi-ght ha-ve an-oth-er syr-i-nge.." Ink immediately stepped back, remembering what Error said earlier. ("this is good bye, 'friend'.. we despised our stay.") "th-is is goo-d bye, 'fr-ie-nd'. we des-pis-ed ou-r st-ay." Error allowed Ink to leave as he did his thing. When he exited the dusty room, he only had one thing to say. ("burn it.") "b-ur-n it." Ink looked in. "why?"
("nobody should ever get their hands on this research. i am destroying the machine, then it all needs to go.") "no-bo-dy sho-uld ev-er ge-t the-ir ha-nds on th-is res-ear-ch. i am des-tro-ying th-e mac-hin-e, the-n it al-l ne-eds to go." Ink sighed. "i guess that makes sense. fine." Ink splattered red paint onto the floor while Error finished what they started, destroying the teleportation machine and any Code Eaters that were in the vicinity. It wasn't long before the brother's were walking away from an inferno. "this is what it's like to be a destroyer, huh? it's a pretty lonely feeling."
"it is." Error agreed. ("it is.") "i-it is-s."

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