So Many Universes, So Many Possibilities

Chapter 14 (End Of Soulmateverse Story) [Plus important info]

*Important Info*

Universe: Soulmateverse (Forced Destroyer Verse)

Basic Info: Everyone in the multiverse has a soulmate. It is possible for someone to not have a soulmate mark, but it is extremely rare. Erratum, Null and Void have showed up when Color (This world's Ink) has figured out about why Error destroys. They are in the middle of making a peace treaty.

OC's

Courier (Lives on the surface of Overtale. Made for this story)
Verdane [Formally Verdana](Lives on the surface of Overtale. Son to Courier)

Ships

BloodyRed (Horror×Red)
Deathberry (Blue×Reaper)
HeartConstellations (Hearts×Outer)
Cresh or Fross (Fresh×Cross)
AfterHoney (Geno×Stretch)
ErrKills (Error×Killer)
DustyColormare (Dust×Nightmare×Color)
DestructiveDreams or PositiveDestruction(Erratum×Dream)
Courier(OC)×Overtale!Sans or Over
(Slight Null×Verdane(OC))

Other Info

Ink=Color
Lust=Hearts
Overtale Sans= Over
Overtale Papyrus= Opposite
Color is actually tall, 6'1
Error is short, like 4'7
Dream is 5'2
Nightmare is 6'5
Killer is 5'5
Dust is 5'5
Red is 4'9
Horror is 5'4
Blue is 5'0
Reaper is 5'6
Hearts is 5'5
Outer is 5'7
Fresh is 5'2
Cross is 4'11
Geno is 5'3
Stretch is 6'0
Courier is 4'10
Over is 5'0
Opposite is 5'10
Erratum is his canon height, 9'0
Dream is now called Somniar

Warning! this chapter contains a lot of self harm scenes, read at your own risk

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Color only felt empty, his vials discarded in the white void he had once had to called home.

Where Fate had first created him... leaving him in the endless white, no soul to keep him sane nor alive. He never understood why... but after learning of the balance he understood, he was kept there so when she gave him his vials and the ability to create, he'd see her as the savior. 

He'd laugh if the water gathered in his eyesockets wouldn't fall.

.... Why could he still feel...? He left his vials so he wouldn't have to feel the pain, the emotional torment Nightmare's words had left on him. He couldn't hold back the laughter, tears falling freely as he laughed with no real humor.

"All my emotions are fake after all! Why would I think I have the right?! To pretend that I'm broken, when there's absolutely nothing inside!" He laughed and cried into the emptiness, letting out the thoughts that had clouded his mind since the truce.

He was not alive! Simple as that. He was a soulless being who used others! ... He was now useless to the multiverse.

Color laughed even harder, the emotions pouring off him like a trainwreck as he ripped off his jacket, revealing his arm. His new canvas, covered in scars all of his own creation, the only things he purposely made that turned out just how he wanted. A reminder of his failures, a punishment to all he had done to those who deserved all he had, while he deserved nothing. The AU's never turned out how he wished after all, his basic idea would always be run over by something dark, evil, and monstrous. 

Yet he always blamed himself for not finding a way, or trying again on something, his soullessness making it difficult to learn his lesson well. Before he knew it, he had wordlessly summoned his "art tool", a blade made out of the same red paint he had burnt Error with so many times. He placed it into his arm, barely even flinching at the pain that attached to his bones, having trouble finding blank spots to fit his "artwork".