Enemies to Lovers | Tape Series #1 | Errorink / Errink

Tape #1

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Perched on a makeshift swing crafted from blue strings, a towering black skeleton sat silently, skillfully sewing together a doll. His attire included a stylish black coat with a blue hood, paired with black slippers and sweatpants adorned with vertical blue stripes down each leg. He also wore a blue scarf, completing his outfit.

His skeleton form was strikingly unique: a palette of red, yellow, and black hues. Red accentuated his nose, fingers, and (partially) legs, while yellow tipped his fingers. The rest of his bones were black.

When he grinned, his teeth revealed a yellowish colour, looking as if he never brushed his teeth. His right eye bore a white pupil, in contrast to his left, which featured a blue iris surrounded by a thick yellow ring, with a black pupil at its centre. From his eye sockets, streams of blue flowed like tears, almost making him look as if he was crying.

He sat there silently, sewing up his doll with a quiet focus. He looked as if he enjoyed himself. And when he finished, he put the needle somewhere and lifted the doll to inspect it for any mistakes.

"hM...n0 holLs, fiXed tHosE paTchES uP. HmmM." His voice crackled with a glitched, eerie tone as he inspected the doll. Satisfied, he shrugged his shoulders up and down, then sent the doll away, guiding it along the blue strings with a smooth, practised motion.

He yawned and stretched out, reclining comfortably on the string swing with one leg hanging off, gently swaying back and forth. Closing his eyes, he prepared to drift into sleep when suddenly, a voice or something else shouted his name, jolting him from his drowsiness.

"Error!!!"

Error groaned and sat up, his expression immediately souring as he noticed a tiny skeleton almost under the swing. He frowned deeply, clearly irritated to see the small skeleton.

The white, short skeleton who had called out to him wore a long-sleeved white undershirt that reached his elbows, with a small brown vest layered over it. His pants were brownish overalls, the tops neatly tucked into his waist. He also wore brownish gloves, with one finger-the pinky-tinged green. Two green belt-like straps extended from his waist and looped back, complementing his gloves. With no shoes to protect his bare feet, one might wonder if he was overly confident in his ability to avoid scraping his feet on glass. He had a giant paintbrush on his back, somehow strapped on even though nothing was holding it.

His forearms and the lower halves of his metatarsal bones were dark grey, adding a sense of coolness to his appearance. If you looked closely under the brown scarf he wore, you could see intricate tattoos of twirling petioles, almost resembling cracks in his skeletal form, adding an unexpected touch of beauty.

And if you examine his face, the most striking feature was his eyes, which changed color with each blink, an intriguing and mesmerizing sight. Additionally, the shapes of his eyes would shift with every blink, adding to the mystery. On his right cheek, an ink mark resembling a splash of black paint stood out. If you tried to wipe it off, it wouldn't come off.

"G0 aWay, Ink." Error said, clearly not wanting uninvited guests in his home.

"But... I came here to- uh..." Ink trailed off, falling silent as he tried to recall the reason for his visit to Error's home. He took off his scarf and examined the back of it, his eyes scanning as if searching for a clue. After a moment, he stared blankly into the white void ahead of him and muttered, "I can't remember..." before wrapping the long scarf back around his neck.

The other skeleton rolled his eyes and reclined back on the swing. "tHen gEt the fucK oUt beFOre I deStR0y y0u," he said sharply, gesturing dismissively with his hand to shoo away his uninvited guest.

"But! Uh- HM" Clearly Ink didn't want to leave. He furrowed his bony brows, trying hard to recall his purpose for being there. He thought and thought, but frustratingly, he couldn't remember.

Error peeked out and glared at Ink, who stubbornly remained. "YoU're stIlL heRe? L€AV£!" He shouted angrily, then swiftly pulled some strings, attempting to wrap them around Ink to yeet him out of his Anti-Void through a portal.

Seeing the strings coming at him, the shorty jumped back, successfully avoiding them. "Woah! I'm not even doing anything!!! What gives??" He took his broom and made an ink splash, cutting the strings with ease.

But then, as if a switch had just been flipped, Ink suddenly remembered why he had come. "WAIT WAIT WAIT! I CAME TO MAKE A TRUCE WITH YOU!" he shouted, his eyes widening with the realization.

"A trUcE?" Error halted. He thought about what that truce could be but seeing that it was Ink who was proposing it, he resumed in kicking him out. "NoT inTeR€st£D!"

The strings finally wrapped around Ink's body, locking him in place. While persuading the other not to kick him out, instead to hear him out, he struggled to free himself from the blue strings. He tried...but Error was unmoved by his pleas. Error gripped the strings tightly and, with a powerful heave, yeeted Ink through a random portal, not even bothering to undo the bindings.

After yeeting the nuisance out and closing the portal, Error sighed in irritation, his eye sockets narrowing. Stupid squid. Coming here to make a truce? What a joke. He thought, his jaw clenching in frustration. He huffed angrily, his skeletal frame shaking slightly as he lay back down on the swing. Placing his bony hands behind his skull like a makeshift pillow, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Perhaps sleep would help him relax after seeing that anomaly of a Sans. As he settled in, the blue strings of the swing creaked softly, swaying gently in the void.

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Meanwhile, Ink found himself in another AU, still entangled in Error's strings. It was snowy, making him think he was in Snowdin. He struggled for a minute or two before finally sighing in defeat. "Great, I'm stuck now..."

Suddenly, a person teleported in front of him. "Ink?"

"SWAP!!!" Ink cried out, tears of joy streaming from his eye sockets as he saw his friend. "HELP ME, PLEASE!"

The person, or Swap, sighed and shook his head, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Alright, alright," he said, kneeling to untie his friend. His fingers deftly worked to unravel the strings, occasionally glancing at Ink with a raised brow. "Why are you tied up anyway? And... are those Error's strings?"

"Yeah, I uh..." Ink's voice trailed off as he fidgeted, his eyes darting around as if searching for the answer in the air. Then, he blinked and looked at Swap. "What was I doing?"

The taller skeleton sighed deeply, his shoulders rising and falling with the motion, and patted Ink's shoulder reassuringly. "Going to the Doodle Sphere..."

The shorty stood up quickly. "Ah, yes! Thank youuu!" He then splashed some ink on the snowy ground, watching it spread and ripple before stepping on it. He then began to melt and soon, disappeared, leaving a small ink pond.

Swap stood up, brushing snow off his knees. He turned around and walked away, shaking his head with a small smile. "Better go back to Paps," he muttered to himself. Knowing that the ink would vanish on its own, he didn't bother hiding it.

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The videotape cuts off there. You take it out from the video player, feeling the cold plastic in your hands. You examine it by turning it over with a puzzled expression. You think to yourself that anime/cartoon was weird and unlike anything you'd seen before. Despite its strangeness, it was interesting nonetheless.

You then place the tape on top of the video player. And as you turn around, you notice another tape sitting right on your bed, waiting to be played. Your eyes widen.

"Where did that... come from?"

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