Exist (Sequel)

Unease (Err)

Ink restlessly paced the Doodle Sphere. Error has been a pain in his tailbone for far too long - the glitch needed to die. Now he had the God of Death on his side, too, and while Ink didn't much care for him either, together the God's were an unstoppable force. Now, Error has been less active, which has to mean they were plotting. The Multiverse was in danger because of them. Ink had to do something to stop it. What could he do..? How could he finally get rid of that pathetic excuse of a worthless God? He would've asked Dream or even Blue, but both had chosen Error over him. They were gone. How did Error do this? How could he have broken their team? He couldn't remember. It was probably written somewhere on his scarf to remind him. All he knew for certain was that it was Error's fault. Error did this! "i'll kill him..." They would see he was right when it was done, then they could focus on Dream's stupid brother, and the Multiverse would finally be safe from those evil pests. Ink could finally create to his soul's content, and everyone would be happy!

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Error looked up at Nightmare. He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. "nigh-tma-re, sh-e-s a ba-by, n-ot a wea-pon!" ("nightmare, she's a baby, not a weapon!") He snapped furiously at the negative guardian. Nightmare couldn't use her to gain the upper hand against his brother! "i dont think you are understanding the situation. that wasn't a request, error." Nightmare replied. "ov-er my de-ad b-od-y!" ("over my dead body!") Error opened a portal to the Anti-Void and let himself calm down before going to check on his lover and child. "h-ow i-s ex-ist?" ("how is exist?") Exist. That was the name they chose for her because she deserved to exist just like any other baby. Nobody could deprive her of that. Error promised her that. "she's doing fine... a little sweetheart." Error softly rubbed her skull. "she-s ro-ck-ing he-r p-rin-ces-s on-es-ie to-o, i s-ee..." ("she's rocking her princess onesie too, i see...") Reaper chuckled, the vibrations in his chest making Exist squirm and whine. "oh shh, shh baby, don't cry..." Reaper bounced his apparently touch-sensitive child lightly. "she gets that from you~" Error blushed. "sh-shu-t u-p..." ("shut up...") Reaper leaned over and kissed his mate before handing over the child.

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Error placed Exist in her cradle, which was naturally made of strings, and let it sway back and forth until the baby fell asleep. "ho-w a-re yo-u ho-ld-ing u-p? fe-el fu-nn-y a-t al-l, he-ar vo-ic-es, an-ythi-ng?" ("how are you holding up? feel funny at all, hear voices, anything?") Reaper shook his head. "no anti-void side effects. i promise." Error knew that look. He'd seen it a lot lately. "i wo-n-t le-t an-yth-ing ha-pp-en t-o he-r re-ap, th-at i-s m-y pro-mis-e t-o y-ou." ("i won't let anything happen to her reap, that is my promise to you.") Nightmare would never get his goopy hands on her, and Ink would never know of her existence. Error would keep them safe, at the cost of his life if that was what it took.