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The god awakens

   Nothingness filled the never ending space, the galaxy surrounding all who entered in darkness, the little specks of stars producing the most beautiful light. One figure stood at the bottom of the galaxy, he stood on a liquid that reflected the galaxy perfectly, being only disturbed by the tapping of the figure's foot.
He wore a poncho that reached his wrists, cut in the middle of black and white. A grey hood cloaked the back of his head, the rim around his face was fluffy, cut down the middle with black and white like the poncho. A crimson scarf dangled limply behind him as he stood, doing nothing but watching the stars above him. He sighed and sat down, his mask was half black and half white, a smile and Xed out eyes were all to be seen.
"COME ONNNNNN!! I wanna explore! We never go out anymore and it's getting boring down here!" A child like voice called out at him, in this place, the voice rang around him instead of just being in his head.
"I have told you a hundred times before, no, you don't know how to fight so it's impossible for you to go out without getting hurt." The individual replied simply, boredom lacing his voice,
"But Masskkyyyyyyyyy-" The voice replied again, sounding annoying as ever.
"No buts, let's just watch what's happening, alright?" Masky replied as he sat there in silence, It would be an odd thing to watch as an outsider.
"There is nothing happening! Let's go explore and find something to do! Then maybe we wouldn't be just sitting in outertale's long lost cousin!" The voice rang out. Masky sighed simply in response,
"... Fine, but if something bad happens, let me take control, alright?" The masked skeleton spoke cautiously as he stood up, stretching his skeleton arms.
"YAY!! I promise, Mr. spooky!" The voice replied as Masky put his hands down to his sides, looking up slightly.

The white and black on his mask that made up his face moved like liquid, all going to the white side and making a open mouth with a closed eye. "Thank you, mask man~" The mischievous mask spoke as he put his hands together, making them like claws and started to tear a rift into space, he had made a portal.
He had made one to outer tale from the looks of the starry skies, "And I wanted to see some green." Mischief pouted as he stepped through, seeing a fight in the distance. "Oo! A show for little ol me? You shouldn't have~" As the portal closed behind him, he sat down on the side of the floating rock he had landed on, watching from afar.

A skeleton with a large paintbrush stood on a floating rock, looking down at a black skeleton with blue strings. "Ha! So, you still wanna fight? I have you beat 10 to- uh- a fine 2 fights here now?" Ink, the fellow with the paintbrush, laughed a bit as he leaned on his brush, his eyes changing to a question mark and a yellow star.
Error seethed and refused to look up at the other skeleton but only studied his sandals, he flexed his fingers and spoke calmly as blue strings started reaching from his fingers, grazing the ground like a snake tongue touching water, "Well uh yeah, but we wouldn't fight so much if you just left. Me. Alone-!" His eyes glitched for a moment, speaking slowly and strictly to get his point across.
Ink looked up at the stars and laughed, admiring the view in this universe. "Heh, well that would ruin the fun now wouldn't it?" Ink spoke as he crouched down slightly, looking to the glitch before stepping a foot behind him as he twirled the broom in one hand, holding it behind him as he leapt forward.
The god of creativity shot some paint at Error from the broom, making an ink portal in front of him and exiting the one he made in front of Error. As quickly as he could, he hit Error with his broom and landed on his feet, preparing for Error's oncoming attack.
Error flew back, skidding to a halt on the ground. He stood up straight before flexing his fingers in front of him as the strings started flying throughout the floating rock they stood on, Hunting for Ink, eventually finding him and grabbing his wrist, Pulling him harshly down onto the ground.

"E-eh??" Ink felt the strings wrap around his wrist and pull down. Ink's chin smacked the ground of the rock, giving a small grunt from the small skeleton. Using his free hand, Ink took broomy and with a flick of his whole arm, he sent some purple ink towards Error before trying to get up, "Ouch... That hurt my arm- wait how does that hurt I don't have muscles-"
Error closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, before wiping off a bit of the ink on his arms, "I-.. You do realize that you can like bruise your bones or sprain them? or... like anything?" He scoffed with annoyance lining his tone.
Ink chuckled simply as he closed his eye sockets, sticking out his tongue, "Oh right! You're smarter than you look!" Ink spoke mischievously as he snapped his fingers, the left over ink on Error turned into purple strings. Ink summoned a pointed black bone and cut the strings holding his arm down as Error scoffed,
"You try this every single time and always put them on too loose." He rolled his eye lights, shaking the strings off his arms quickly and watching them disappear. Error's strings were slowly circling the terrain, looking for a weak spot in Inks attacks.