In the aftermath of the ferocious onslaught unleashed by Error, a haunting silence descended upon the battlefield. The once pristine canvas, now marred by chaotic ink patches and smoldering strings, stood as a testament to the fierce clash that had transpired. The absence of Error echoed through the desolation, leaving only the ominous reverberations of imminent peril.
As the eerie stillness settled, it became glaringly apparent that Error had embarked on a relentless mission to breach the protective barrier encompassing the Doodle Sphere. The urgency that had gripped Ink mere moments before lingered in the air, casting a foreboding shadow over the impending confrontation.
In a sudden, brutal twist of fate, Error's devastating punch not only struck Ink with physical force but also unleashed a scorching heat that melted away half of the skeletal visage. The once lively eyesockets now stared lifelessly into the abyss, a stark contradiction to the vibrant spirit that had animated them moments ago.
Error's empowered punch shattered the molten remnants of Ink's skull, scattering the remains into the void. The battleground, once a canvas for their intense clash, now bore the scars of a battle that had taken a tragic turn.
The lifeless form of Ink lay sprawled across the desecrated ground, a stark testament to the unrelenting brutality of Error. The Doodle Sphere, now vulnerable without its guardian, stood as a silent witness to the unfolding calamity.
The ominous silence persisted, mourning the loss of the once-vibrant entity that had proudly stood as the guardian of creativity. The battle had not concluded with a flourish of artistic prowess but rather with the cold, harsh finality of defeat.
Within the Doodle Sphere, a profound sense of loss resonated. The very essence that had brought him to life, Ink's emotions, had been extinguished. The vast expanse of the Sphere stirred with a desperate yearning to restore what was irrevocably lost.
Desperation fueled the Sphere's attempts to reignite the spark within Ink's hollow remains. Liquid emotions, meticulously crafted over time, were poured into the vacant vessel, only to seep out in an endless cascade. The futile efforts to fill the void mirrored the emptiness left by Ink's absence.
In the midst of this cosmic sorrow, the Doodle Sphere, acknowledging the limitations of its previous endeavors, delved into the boundless knowledge of the Multiverse. Drawing inspiration from DreamTale, an Alternate Universe renowned for its profound understanding of contrasting concepts, the Sphere conceived an innovative approach to revive Ink's essence.
Envisioning two guardians, each representing distinct concepts, the Sphere sought to redefine Ink as a physical embodiment of creativity. Ink's creativity helped him in drawing life into Alternate Universes. That's a reason for why he should be a perfect embodiment of creativity.
The Doodle Sphere, took the concept of creativity, and unleashed its vibrant essence upon Ink. The embodiment of creativity took the form of an imaginary sphere, a mesmerizing whirlwind of swirling colors. Within its ethereal confines resided the collective thoughts of entities touched by the profound influence of creativity.
As the small but potent sphere descended through the void inside Ink's skull, it ignited a transformative process that mirrored a raging fire. Rapidly expanding inside the hollow body, its colors unfurled like untamed flames, filling every crevice of Ink's being with the unrestrained energy of creativity.
Ink, amidst the kaleidoscopic symphony of hues, began to stir from the depths of unconsciousness. Awakening to a flood of overwhelming emotions, his mindscape became a realm of ideas that stretched beyond the infinite. Each thought, like a star in the infinite universe, illuminated the vast expanse of his consciousness.
Yet, as the torrent of ideas surged within him, so did the intensity of his emotions. Ink's awakening became a tumultuous experience, a cascade of uncontrolled creativity that spilled out of his skull. His emotions, once faked, now were real.
He slowly got up, clutching his missing part of the skull, as his hands passed through the strange liquid, at the same time dense fire.
He felt, like stated, real emotions...
They weren't faked by his emotion vials, they were real.
"What..." He looked confused around, seeing the ink patches and red strings around.
Since now he was the physical embodiment of creativity, his mind got into work.
Recognizing his style of clothing, his big brush, and red strings, he could already know what happened here.
His mind was enough creative to guess where he was, and apparently between the infinite thoughts of creativity, he found one conclusion.
"Error..." He started muttering.
"That little crying stupid mistake..." His only eyesocket had a pupil with a red target. The white flame that was flaming from the part of missing skull, started stretching and wildly move around.
He looked up, now with a serious face, that's different from before the fight with Error.
"Error this time you really got on my nerves..." He smiled, but it was not a genuine one, as his eyesocket showed a crazed look.
He got his giant brush, and smashed the floor with so much intensity, that the non existent ground cracked. It left a hole, and under that, was a void full of colors, always switching, stretching and changing place. It was akin to an imaginary plane.
"Error I will make you regret you lived a life..." He threatened.
The fact that he had emotions, didn't mean that he was able to control them; in fact, every time he feels something, like sadness or anger, that feeling will get always intensified to the maximum after he bacame the concept of creativity. And right now, he was feeling angry.
He jumped down on the imaginary plane, and started slashing at speed that wouldn't be possible, at the air around him, tearing always a hole in the plane.
"ERROR I WILL PULL THOSE RED ASS STRINGS AND CHOKE YOU WITH IT!" He smirked ragingly.
