God on a String - [FGoD!Error Sans - Rain World Crossover]

The Destroyer(s)

Reaper used to love his life.

He and his beloved had been created to get rid of the 'garbage' that their Creator left behind, usually in the form of desolate Universes, where no life would grow no matter how much time passed, places that didn't even deserve to have a name.

Or Universes so horrible to live in that everyone will be better off forgetting about it, left happy to believe that Horrortale was the worst thing the Multiverse has ever had, what Ink didn't know, what Ink forgot, wouldn't hurt him.

And he knew that his beloved was happy with that life too, each Universe destroyed was a dance that they both shared and enjoyed, from a simple partnership born from a mutual directive to the union of their Souls from their mutual love.

The beautiful blue threads of his partner destroyed everything in their path, there was no material in the Multiverse that he could not cut but still managed to be so soft when he used them to make clothes...

They had turned red a long time ago.

Even now, hundreds of years after it happened, he didn't know exactly what happened, Ink had created more Universes than normal so they decided to split up to finish the job quickly, nothing out of the ordinary, if just a bit bothersome and boring.

Reaper didn't see his husband again for 5 years after that, he was nowhere to be found, their Soul connection was everywhere and by year 4, it had started to hurt physically.

There was a point where he couldn't even move, he fell into a random Universe and just waited, maybe for the pain to pass, maybe he waited for death, everything in that last year was just blurry, his entire being hurt and he was alone, his Creator was not being helpful, his memory worse than ever, and his partner had disappeared.

It was hell.

And suddenly, everything stopped.

Only two things remained, the presence of his love, on the other side of the Multiverse, finally within Reaper's reach.

And the need to destroy everything that stood in his way to reunite with him.

Red threads received him with the same love and care as when they were blue, eyes full of madness and murmuring things he did not understand about white spaces and voices that never stopped, about their true purpose and Creators beyond Ink's power, so many confusing answers to unknown questions.

He only understood that his beloved was back at his side, hurt and broken beyond what he ever thought possible, the connection between their Souls finally at peace, the torture his husband suffered taking its toll on him too. Still, he was alive and that was the only thing that mattered at that moment.

More than a thousand universes were emptied of life completely or partially in his path, and thousands more were destroyed in the centuries that followed, all to ease the pain their Souls suffered each time the Multiverse became... overfilled.

What a strange concept, they had never before questioned whether it was even possible that the Multiverse could be filled, they had been created to destroy the incomplete Universes, and even when they began to destroy inhabited Universes, they never saw it as anything more than a form to make the Multiverse look 'pretty'.

He quickly realized that stopping the seemly irrational need for destruction of his partner was impossible and only hurt them both in the long run, so he only concentrated on gathering the fragments of his broken mind little by little, the pleas of innocent worlds did not stop him, the tears of His own Creator did not move him.

It didn't matter if the pain really came from the Multiverse filling up too much, or if it was a trick from whoever took his husband, over the years it became easy not to question what he couldn't prove. Years and years of scars and fights, of trying to piece together what had happened, of adapting to this new dynamic without losing himself in the madness that seemed to infect their Souls.