Once again, he was left alone. He had two fathers, their names Ink and Error. Ink, founder and creator of universes and Error, the opposite.Clearly, they were made to be rivals, destined to be fighting until the universe had crumbled and left to its knees. And here he was. The product of pure hatred and war is what he was. When first being brought into this world, the two were having a battle, which was normal for the two, but the combination of strings and ink had created a being.
Both of them stared at him in confusion, as he opened his eyes, covered in Ink and strings. The destroyer gave him a look of disgust, looking over at him as if he was an insect. Ink on the other hand was in awe, immediately rushing over and bombarding him with questions. From that day onwards, it was like he was tugged from 2 strings on what to do.
Ink, on one hand, would show him every colour, every universe, every skill. It was thanks to Ink his magic had evolved. He was able to manipulate paint, as well as being able to create paint from the tips of his fingers to create any sort of objects.
Error was also a part of his childhood, he’d try to teach him about the absolute uselessness of universes and how the only way to live was to destroy. Of course, as a young kid, he never questioned it and believed everything so naively. But, once he had come to his senses and refused to indulge in such things, Error had almost killed him. The sheer anger, disappointment and rage in that one expression Error held would forever haunt him. If it wasn’t for Ink’s timing, he would’ve probably been gone for good.
As he grew older,he saw less and less of Ink. Ink was never really there in the first place, but the time Ink spent with him would get more and more scarce. Most of the time he was left alone in a void, to his own devices. Mostly he would practise his magic but sometimes he would just stare, wondering if there was anything else to life. A few times, Error had dropped in to try and persuade him to change, but he stuck to his word. In reality, he couldn’t care less about the universes as they were what destroyed his life.
The void was the most comfortable thing in his life, it was the only thing he was certain about and the only thing he could trust. With such a bright name as Paperjam and such colourful parents, it would be surprising how dull he really was.
450 words.
PJ's view of the world, it's short but its just how Pj feels so.
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