A Symphony of Discord. [Discontinued.]

Chapter 3; Sleepless Stargazing.

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Within the Outskirts of of OuterTale 678.
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3rd Person POV.
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A swirling portal, composed of vibrant colors appears nearby as a pale skeleton with dark markings appears. Ink has decided to relax in OuterTale in an attempt to ease his nerves. With a sigh, he sits down, deciding to remove his beige coat to be cooler in this comfortable environment. He sat there, his eyes wandering the endless sky as he was lost in thought.. he was mostly thinking of what he'd do when he had to continue work, he shoved such matters aside from his mind, focusing on the beautiful stars. He knew the kinds by memory- from Neutron stars to Red Giants, every single one was a mesmerizing sight. The gentle ache in his soul stirred, the quiet rumble of destruction. He assumed it must be nightmare, as usual needing to keep his side of the balance, so he paid it no mind. He was grateful for such mild pain, for it lessened the closer they all were to balance, a punishment for excessive destruction or creation. Though, there were already many punishments, which was one of the reasons he heavily avoided the Doodlesphere. The many voices, creators from a different plane of reality demanded his efforts constantly, he hated most of them, but some comforted him. It brought him hope. He remembers some, constantly encouraging his hobbies and efforts; pushing him to keep moving forward how he wants to. He returns to stargazing, as he'd began staring off into blank space as he thought. Ink gently wraps his coat around his own back and legs, and began to hum a single melody- a few calming notes. He grasps a small brush from a holster on his side, and retrieves a sketchbook from his pocket. The skeleton begins to carefully paint- avoiding staining any pages beneath. He was simply painting the sky, and the soft blues of the ground, and the distant lights of OuterTale's center. He usually wasn't left with his thoughts, but Swap and Dream had insisted he limit how much work he did each day, for his own sanity. He considers trying to converse with Error again- the glitchy skeleton was one of the few that seemed to understand him- excluding his brothers, of course. He cared for Swap and Dream, but they always were rather inconsiderate of the depth of problems... He usually favored talking to Error for this reason, as the god of destruction was surprisingly understanding. He then finished his artwork, placing his paintbrush back in its spot, leaving the paint itself to dry. He taps his fingertips to the soil, the sounds of space surrounding him as he sits there, silent. He cannot help but notice the distant chatter in OuterTale, the voices of many overwhelming certain parts of the ambient sounds of emptiness. Ink felt a shiver go down his spine as he thought of the emptiness of space itself- a purely black void without meaning, these were the thoughts that brought him commonly, nightmares. He decided he needed someone to talk to, and he knew exactly how; he'd saved one of Error's strings, having knowledge it could be used to contact him. He gently stretched it firm between his hands, and plucked it with a fingertip- creating a gentle hum as it vibrates as though part of an instrument. He then returns it to his pocket, as static sounds behind him.

"NeeD sOMethINg sPlAT?" Error's glitchy voice is littered with sarcasm.

"I was hoping to have someone to talk to, I cannot sleep." He responds, his voice is relatively blank, he should've refreshed his vials.

"WeLL, wHaTCHA wanT tO talk aBoUT?" Error questions, deciding to take a seat beside ink, dangling his legs over the edge of the rocks. His sarcasm has been replaced with a calm and patient undertone.

"Hmmm.. how about the different kinds of stars?" He asks, after a moment of pondering.

"ThErE's dIFFeRent kInDS?!" Error asks with shock- having no idea of such a matter.

"You didn't know?! Oh they're so cool- there's different classifications of stars. Some stars are smaller, they're called dwarf stars- and some are massive! They're called Supergiants. The bigger the star, the longer it's been burning. Bigger stars are closest to exploding into Supernovas! They're different colors too- like Blue Dwarf stars, and neutron stars are even cooler-!" He began to ramble about the many types of stars, Error, despite this continued to listen intently.

"Neutron stars are completely composed of neutrons-! The most pure material composition of all, and they are also the smallest! Stars also send different colors of light- which would also change the plant life that would develop- wait- have you heard of speculative biology-!?" He continues before asking Error quite the odd question.

"No, I dO NOT beLeiVE I hAVE. CaRE To tELL me?" He responds, curiosity in his tone. He knew Ink likely had felt tired and down today, so he'd be patient to the best of his ability.

"Absolutely! Speculative biology is a really cool concept where research of actual biology is used, to consider fake biology! It's all about evolution, and all kinds of amazing stuff, though, I don't want to bore you-" Ink responds, to be cut off by Error.

"IT soUNdS inTerESTiNg, yOU woNt BOre mE." He laughs lightly, giving Ink a gentle smile. Sometimes he could sit here and listen all day, it was fun, and he knew Ink enjoyed his company.

"So-! Most of the time it's considering how aliens would even exist, like how a certain bacteria could grow to the dominant species, and then evolve in a completely unique way to what we've seen before- different species entirely from what we've seen, unique muscle patterns, neuron pathways- even different atmosphere and breathing requirements!" Ink was ecstatic to share his information about such a subject- he found it very interesting, and surprising Error himself, he did to. As Ink finished speaking, they both fell into silence, gazing to the stars while Error's faint sounds of static filled the emptiness. As the simple quiet continued, both skeletons eased till they decided to lay on their backs.

"Would you look at that- a constellation!" Ink notes.

"WhIcH oNE?" Error asks, retrieving his glasses from his pocket.

"Ursa Major." He replied, pointing to the pattern above. Sure enough, it was correct.
Both skeletons return to silence, quietly laying there as Error began to slowly fall asleep, unlike Ink, who had too much caffeine still in his system. The slowing of the skeleton's breath was a sign he'd fallen asleep, alongside the static becoming less sharp. Ink turns his head to note the now sleeping Error, before gingerly using his brush to open a simple portal, and carrying him though. It leads to the Antivoid.

Ink steps into the Antivoid, even with the pure white making him uncomfortable, he strides to the nearby beanbag- a work of Error's crochet. He sets the Destroyer upon it, and leaves back to his previous spot, releasing a calm sigh as he lags against a ledge, creating a sort've seat for himself. He listens to the gentle sounds of space, silent himself. As he sits there, he also notices that exhaustion has finally caught up to him, and with a yawn, he creates another portal, to the Star Sans' headquarters, and simply makes his way to bed. For once, he had a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

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I had sudden writing motivation and whipped up a whole new chapter in a short-ish span of time-

I love stars. .,.

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1200 words.