A Symphony of Discord. [Discontinued.]

(1/2) Chapter 9; Horizon.

WARNING;
This chapter contains particularly graphic and violent scenes which involve blood.

Read at your own risk.

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3rd Person POV.
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Within an unspecified part of the Doodlesphere.
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As soon as the three had entered the portal, Error collapsed onto the ground with a heaving breath, seeming to be trying to use his scarf to obscure his soul's location as much as possible. Meanwhile, Ink was confused and Swap was slowly growing more irritated. As Ink approaches the glitchy skeleton, he immediately backs away, seeming terrified as error symbols coat his sockets. Error was in a temporary state of blindness, and whatever his soul had just gone through must've hurt like all hell.

"Hey, you alright?" Ink tried to be gentle with his voice as he reached to comfortingly rub Error's shoulder, easing the skeleton as he finally began to mutter something.

"GoD iT huRT.." he winced, grasping for his chest again where his soul resided, seeming to just want to check it was still intact; of which it was. Ink, meanwhile sat next to the skeleton while Swap had began charting down ideas on a small notepad found lying on the floor. Error simply sat there, silent as his bones gently rattled as he shook in place. His whole body ached, and worst of all the skeleton's soul felt as though it was still being slowly torn to shreds. He was hyperventilating slightly, despite Ink's best attempts to ease him with gentle comfort, so Ink decided to pull Error into a comforting hug, rubbing circles into his back as the skeleton rested his head over the other's shoulder. Despite Error being a dangerous, tough individual, he couldn't help the tears welling in his eye sockets as the pain in his ribs continued to be unbearable. He releases a choked sob, then wasn't able to stop. This caught Swaps attention, and concern. Ink was now even more worried, seeing as even he had never caused Error to shed a tear beyond that with the occasional good laugh- so he did all that he could think of; and simply made his comforting embrace firmer.

As Ink and Swap grow more unsettled at Error's state, the dark skeleton had finally started feeling a release from the agony- his soul no longer screaming with pain. With a deep breath, he manages to steady himself and carefully scoot away from Ink- gripping the edge of his sleeve and messing with it.

That's when Error's nonexistent throat seized up, and a warm liquid began to flow into his mouth- he began to uncontrollably cough and wheeze while liquid magic spewed from his mouth- Ink, terrified runs to his side to support the skeleton as he continued to violently shake, a mixture of blood mixing now into the concentration as it pools on the ground- dripping from his teeth as he continued to convulse, coughing and sputtering as a horrific static fills the air.
Error then collapses, no longer moving, not so much as an inch as blood pools beneath his skull, which flows with liquid magic alongside it. Ink desperately pulls his head up, Swap meanwhile had frozen in shock, completely still. As Error continued to be unresponsive, Ink remembered that he'd mentioned a pain in his soul earlier, and desperately he decided to check it.

He would've wished he had never seen it.

The soul was bubbling at the surface, dripping with saturated blood and magic as fractures ran down its surface, snapping it into pieces before it reformed. Constant cycles of shaking and tearing forced it apart, while the edges would continuously dust and reform only to disappear again. Ink, so startled by this occurrence stumbled back, landing on the ground while he scoots away, Error continues to bleed onto the floor, a bubbling mass of magic mixes with it in a marble-like pattern, seeping into any crevice that would exist on the floor as it continues to spread. Ink had no idea what to do, beginning to hyperventilate as he watched Error convulse again, violently shaking before going still. 'What was going on? Is he dying? What can I do-' we're a few of the many thoughts running through his head as Error continued to be likely having seizures every few random intervals- Swap was still paralyzed with fear and panic, and everything seemed to freeze, if just for a moment.

Ink wasn't going to watch him suffer.
The creator marched through a portal.

Straight towards the massive group desiring to seal him, taking his brush from his back, and equipping it with red paint was the final step.

He sprung, bashing in the head of an unsuspecting FellSwap Sans with his paintbrush, splattering blood across a nearby undyne as she swung for his arm, a deadly miss as Ink slices her head clean off with a single line of red paint, being met with multiple attacks, he dodges, weaves under blasters and bone as as he uses his hands to rip apart the ribs of a Lust sans, ripping the arms off've a classic copy, splattering a variety of saturations of blood as it soaks the environment, every challenger falls, whether it be having their entire body smashed into shards, or simply having their soul severed. Each fall left a new splatter, a new red engraved in the soil as Ink finally came upon the 'leader' of this group;

A simple Science sans, trembling as he held the seal which had caused such a horrible sight.
Ink would show him no mercy.

He began to physically beat the Sans with his bare fists, making sure each punch never killed, coated in green paint, just a constant suffering as he continued to bash the Sans till his ribs were dust, his arms were splinters and his skull was shattered. As more marrow and blood leaked upon the floor, Ink wipes it from his face while retrieving the seal, giving only a glance to the beaten and puny figure that lay shattered before him. He turns away to retreat back into the Doodlesphere.

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SO, I WARNED YOU.
Anyways, the second half should be around soon, aka within the next day or so.

Unfortunately the previous prediction has been delayed, my apologies.

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