A Symphony of Discord. [Discontinued.]

Chapter 1; Hopeful Horizon.

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Within the Antivoid.
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3rd Person POV.
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Error sat quietly upon his beanbag, silent besides the gentle rumbles of static and his hoarse breathing. The skeleton began to shift, the calm rest he'd embraced coming to an end, to his own displeasure. With a grumble of irritation and exhaustion, the destroyer stretches, a click sounding as his spine was gently stretched. As the skeleton opens his eye sockets, and his eye lights flare to life, he lifts himself from his beanbag, stumbling for a moment. He mumbles to himself about having stood up too quick before deciding to go attend to his duties, within his soul, the gentle ache of the existence of too many AUs resided. He knew the feeling by heart, but he also knew that he could probably ignore it.. the destroyer leans against a web of strings, seeming bored as a window of code opens infront of him- he begins to scan the interface. Within a moment, he has decided to take the day off, some
peace, as there was once in a while. He decided to go to one of his favorite places; Echotale. Despite loving OuterTale, and a few other AUs for their unique environments, EchoTale was by far the most peaceful. As he opens a portal and enters, the faint chirping of crickets mixed with the sounds of gently running water are music to the destroyers non-existent ears. He strides towards a patch of untouched grass, gently sitting upon the area as the flowers whisper along the sound of the wind. He flips onto his back, heaving out a sigh as he looks to the crystals above, those which usually represent stars. Who knew the destroyer of worlds could be at such peace?

The Creator did.

As Ink had decided to visit the glitchy skeleton, seeing as he'd finished his work for about.. 20 minutes ,he'd prepared even for Nightmare growing his sorrow, and finally, he had some time to relax.
The skeleton gently walks over to a nearby tree, simply climbing it as he sits upon its branches. He and Error would surely agree with how excellent it was to sit in this area. Error was still unaware of Ink's presence, though, he probably wouldn't of minded. Ink was pondering whether to go talk to the glitching destroyer, which he decided could be fun, they never really had much of a conversation anyways out've battle. The creator promptly leaves the tree, quietly walking over towards Error.

"So, whatcha doin Glitch B*tch?"
Ink had walked up behind him? Craning his neck with a joking smirk.

"AAaAH-"
The skeleton begins a glitchy scream- shooting into an upright sit, and then noticed the joking expression of the Creator. He seems to ease, cutting himself off.

"PFFF-"
Ink cannot help but wheeze with laughter, covering his mouth as he snickers.

"So, whatcha doin'?"
He asks again, curiosity was something he was known for.

"WelL, tRyiNg to rrElax."
Error responds, even when calmer, his voice is still littered with glitches and static.

"I never thought you'd find EchoTale relaxing, though, it is very pleasant."
Ink continues.

"I cAnn stIlL appRicIatEe tHIngS tOO."
Error gives a joking snicker,

"Mind if I sit down? I have been having a pretty exhausting week."
Ink asks, receiving a nod. He then sits down next to Error.

"SoMEtimes I woNDER whY we ALL fIghT." Error's voice has gone quieter, he absentmindedly stares to the sky. He and Ink had a mutual understanding, neither hated the other, but they did clash when their friends and roles decided upon it. Both of them had to tend to the multiverse, and they'd come to understand that a very long time ago. Though, Ink was almost always busy. Many AUs had demands, requests for things from Ink, and his friends: unfortunately, they can't help millions of people at once. It'd surprised Error that Ink even had the time to sit down- he seemed to be constantly drinking coffee, the bags underneath his eye sockets were evidence.

"I wonder if there will be a day the fighting in ends, I'm tired of dealing with those who demand Dream's service.."
Ink gives a halfhearted sigh.

"You bet, I can't even count how many times I've helped Nightmare's sorry a** with paperwork."
Error laughs hoarsely as he flops backward into the grass once more.

"Wish I had more time to talk, but I have a meeting in 5 minutes.." Ink gives a full sigh this time.

"More demands I'm guessing, Splat?"
Error asks, sitting up again.

The smaller skeleton gives a slight nod, and a wave as he disappears into a puddle of Ink, Leaving Error to the peace of EchoTale. He
promptly stares to the ceiling, mesmerized by the gentle shimmers of crystals above.

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Within a Council room located in Star-Sans Headquarters.
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3rd Person POV.
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As Ink appears from the puddle on the floor, he makes his way to the massive, rectangular table. Every single being who knew about the Multiverse, that lived in AU were welcome to come discuss matters here, they needed a massive table, for obvious reasons. As Ink sits at a seat beside the one in the front and center, he pulls out a notepad. He'd forget the demands later if he didn't, so in the meantime, he'd began to sketch the environment he and Error had relaxed in. Sometimes he wondered what the glitchy skeleton was up to, but they both had matters to attend to. He continues with his drawing, and as a moment passes, the room begins to fill- Dream, of course, was first. Usually, the guardian of positivity received the most direct requests, and unlike Ink, seemed to have unbreakable patience. Ink cannot help but frown as the noise of hundreds teleporting deafens his thoughts, he flips to another page, prepared to take notes with a pencil in hand. Swap, being the last of the three Stars sits down in his own seat beside dream, they were similar to a council. Dream received requests, Swap checked whether they were necessary, and Ink performed the tasks, being the Creator. Though, he occasionally had help from a sugar high Swap, or a restless Dream. He rests his head upon his palm, his break was nice while it'd lasted.

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