!!STORY COVER ISN'T MINE AS I NEVER OWNED IT!!
What if.. Error isn't a forced god but Ink is? What if Ink had enough and committed death and chose someone to be the next Ink, the forced god of Creation? What will happen next..?
Will they end up like...
☞￣ᴥ￣☞ a/n note! same concept, slightly longer chapter, a bit detailed, it's chap2 because I didn't include the hospital scene & the introduction to thefgod ink memories<3. --- there is going to be a lot of changes in this particular chapter but this is going to still go along with the same plot so please do not worry! Y/n M/n L/n = Your/name Middle/Name Last/Name --- warning: vulgar words Words: 1516 words.
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AUTHOR'S POV:
"H-how is our big (brother/sister)?" One of the twins asked, Jay was fumbling with his fingers nervously because they knew that they would be getting a long ass lecture again. But this lecture might be the most intense, if not the most intense then the most... well, the worst part.
"It seems (he's/she's/they're) going to be alright soon kiddos, but... where are your parents?" The doctor asks, his slicked back brown hair shines under the dim light of the hospital room. He wears a doctor's coat with a navy blue undershirt beneath the said coat, and he's wearing slacks for pants.
"They... said they're on their way, we contacted t-them," Jack- the other twin of Jay - said as he glances down at his phone. His hands were trembling as he anxiously paced around the room, because he knows they screwed up the moment they saw blood all over their big sibling.
This was certainly a mark of a long night of lectures, cries and sobs to come.
But they had to wait for their parents, they're going to make it under this rain... Jay hopes.
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Y/N's POV:
Everything around me feels fuzzy, even though I just happen to wake up. I reached out, trying to touch something. Anything.
But when I soon woke up, I was in a white area.
Where the fuck am I?
That was my exact thought, because what the hell happened to them now?
Ugh, I really do hope my parents and friends throw away my phone instead of rummaging through them.
Out of any concerns or worries I should have right now, I am genuinely worrying whether my loved ones will see my search history and my shit posts here in TikTok and Wattpad.
I looked around and analyzed my surroundings to see small ink puddles around me as if to resemble... footsteps? Or just some stupid stuff again?
Someone suddenly threw me to the wall, causing more drops of those familiar blackish substance to fall from my mouth. I gritted and cursed under my breath, attempting to locate the source who kicked me.
