Ink raced through ink portals he created, a sense of urgency gripping him. He sensed danger looming outside the protective confines of the Doodle Sphere, dangerously close. With each portal he conjured, he manipulated the fabric of space-time in the universes he traversed.
Arriving at the scene, he clicked his tongue in frustration, surveying the now empty canvas of the place. "Tsk, did Error get here before me? Finally, that's his first movement after some months of waiting for me." The weight of the situation hung in the air as Ink braced himself for the aftermath of Error's interference.
Ink's pupils shifted with each blink as he surveyed the eerily quiet surroundings. A sense of alertness gripped him, and he sensed a lingering soul within the AU. It felt like Error's soul, but there was a discernible difference - a heightened power.
"Did that Windows Vista get a glow-up or something? That's not good," he remarked with a serious tone. Determined to investigate, he once again utilized ink wormholes, navigating the space-time fabric to draw closer to the mysterious and powerful soul.
Ink finally arrived at his destination, finding the target he had been searching for. A black skeleton adorned in a black and blue jacket and shorts, with ERROR texts scattered all around him. Yet, something was different-not in personality, but in the heightened power emanating from him.
"IIIIIINK!" Error screamed in his glitchy voice upon spotting Ink. He swiftly pulled strings from the blue tear marks on his cheekbones and slashed at Ink, who skillfully dodged the attack.
"Heya, Error, how you doing?" Ink greeted with a playful tone.
"THIS TIME I'LL GET YOU FOR GOOD!"
Ink twirled his oversized brush like a bat, each swing leaving a trail of vibrant ink in its wake. With a swift flourish, he hurled ink projectiles at Error, manipulating the vibrant substance to create intricate patterns that surged toward his adversary. As Error countered with his bone manipulation, as he summoned red bones, but Ink deftly maneuvered around the skeletal onslaught, dancing between the crimson projectiles.
Error retaliated with strings from his cheekbone marks, sending them slashing through the air like lethal threads. Ink responded with agile acrobatics, narrowly avoiding the razor-sharp strings while gracefully closing the distance between them. With a powerful swing of his brush, he aimed to strike Error, using the ink to enhance the impact.
Error, undeterred, summoned Gaster Blasters wreathed in glitchy red energy. The ominous skeletal cannons fired beams of destructive energy at Ink. Swift as ever, Ink utilized his ink manipulation to create a protective barrier, deflecting the intense onslaught. With a swift counterattack, he unleashed a torrent of ink at Error, aiming to disorient his opponent.
"What a skill issue you have, Windows Vista!" Ink exclaimed, confidently stationed behind the ink wall.
"I'LL SHOW YOU STUPID SQUID!" Error, fueled by sudden surge of power, caught Ink off guard. His blue tear marks transformed into red, radiating an intense heat. He clutched at them, generating a sizzling sound that hinted at their fiery nature.
"Catch this!" The strings, imbued with newfound strength, sliced through the ink wall as if it were mere paper. They seized Ink's hands, scorching his bones and eliciting a pained scream. Utilizing his strings, Error then began a relentless barrage, slamming Ink around with a ferocity that spoke of his determination to dominate the battle.
In the midst of the relentless assault, Ink grunted in pain but quickly focused his battle intellect. Determined to turn the tide, he endured the searing burns on his hands, assessing the situation for a strategic advantage.
With a swift movement, he reached for an ink vial tucked within his strap. Grasping it between his teeth, he managed to drink the ink, a burst of creative energy surging through him. The pain became secondary as Ink moved at eye-blinking speed, leaving afterimages in his wake.
Error, undeterred, continued his relentless assault. Strings lashed through the air with scorching intensity. In a calculated maneuver, Ink, now moving with incredible speed, slipped out of the entangling strings, leaving them slicing through empty air.
Darting around the battlefield at eye-blinking speed, Ink strategically evaded Error's onslaught while leaving patches of ink that distorted the space around them.
As Error launched another wave of heat-powered attacks, Ink's nimbleness allowed him to effortlessly maneuver through the onslaught. With precise timing, he seized the opportunity to strike back, landing calculated blows with his ink-soaked brush. The battlefield became a canvas of chaos, with Ink's creative speed weaving a mesmerizing tapestry.
"BEFORE YOU WERE A SQUID, NOW YOU'RE A FCKING FLY!! WHY CAN'T YOU DIE!" Error's voice echoed with frustration as he furiously launched attacks at Ink. Oddly silent, Ink's pupils transformed into red targets, his focus unwavering.
In the face of Error's intensified assault, Ink reached for a vial aglow with vibrant colors. He chuckled softly, "You know, Error, I've got more tricks up my nonexistent sleeves." With a gulp, the liquid infused him with electrifying energy, and he effortlessly dodged Error's attacks, leaving trails of shimmering light in his wake.
Error, momentarily confounded, roared, "You're like a buzzing annoyance!"
Ink grinned, "Well, aren't I just a fly in the ointment?" His words carried a playful tone, a stark contrast to the intensity of the battle.
As Error adjusted his strategy, Ink seized the opportunity to reach for another vial. "Let's turn up the drama a notch, shall we?" The golden glow of the liquid enveloped him, and he conjured illusions that danced around Error. "Feeling a bit disoriented, Error?"
Error grumbled, "Cut it out, Ink!"
But Ink, undeterred, grabbed a vial emitting a tranquil blue light when Error unleashed a relentless barrage of scorching strings. He chuckled, "Need a break from the heat, Error?" The calming energy granted him resilience, and he countered with precision strikes.
"You're more irritating than ever!" Error shouted, frustration evident.
Ink's laughter echoed, "That's the idea!"
"OKAY, THAT'S IT!" Error's rage surged, glitches scattering in every direction. Ink, momentarily halting his assault, felt the toll of the vials on him. He knew that taking them all would grant him immense power with a myriad of effects, but it came at the price of a considerable toll on his own being. The battlefield brimmed with tension as both entities prepared for the next phase of their intense confrontation.
"SEE IF YOU CAN DODGE THIS!" Error bellowed, and Ink prepared for another lightning-speed dodge. However, an unexpected sensation enveloped him-an intense heat that transcended the boundaries of the nonexistent space.
Ink's gaze shifted to Error, who now radiated with radiant heat, ERROR messages multiplying around him. "EHEHEH! SEE THIS?!" Error gleefully explained, advancing toward Ink. The environment around them began to sizzle with an escalating temperature, akin to the scorching intensity of a star.
As Error took each step, the very ground beneath them melted, defying the rules of nonexistence. The once-white ground succumbed to the heat, turning into a molten substance under Error's feet. It was a surreal display, as if Error had the power to manipulate the fabric of nothingness itself. The universe, stripped of conventional matter, seemed to succumb to Error's chaotic influence.
"Tsk." Ink attempted to get into a fighting position, but his body didn't respond. Though he didn't feel tired, his physical form bore the strain of utilizing all the vials simultaneously.
"OH? YOU SEEM STUCK, STUPID SQUID," commented Error. In an abrupt teleportation, Error delivered a powerful punch to Ink, plunging him into darkness, his vision obscured.
"Now that the stupid squid is gone, that sphere is the only obstacle to me reaching the Multiverse," Error declared, his sinister intent echoing through the void left in Ink's absence. The battle had taken an unexpected turn, leaving the protective Doodle Sphere vulnerable to Error's ambitions.
