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Swiftly and silently Gradient and Paperjam brought themselves to their feet and wound around a few bends. Gradient's soul pounded louder than his feet could shuffle forward. He closely trailed behind Paperjam, who seemed strangely accustomed to sneaking around this way, quickly, yet silently, with determination.

Suddenly Paperjam halted his steps, slowly peeking around a white corner that bordered the corridors and the vast empty void that lay beyond. The widening of Paperjam's sockets and the way he clenched his brother's hand tighter energized Gradient, making his soul feel as if it would literally burst out of his rib cage. He gasped, his green smile becoming wider with every moment that he remained still. Hanging onto suspense.

Gradient's smile bloomed into a complete green wall across his face.

Ink.

"I TOLD YOU, GET YOUR RAINBOW ASS OUT OF MY ANTI-VOID!!"

"Hey Glitchy it'll only be for a second, I promise... I'm bored!" Juvenile laughter bounced off the walls, almost seeming to make the whiteness bleed color. But it was soon cut off by a surprised shriek and the unraveling of strings followed by a violent string of slaps. It was a sound sequence that was as recurring as his lofi beats. It was an image that was all too solidified within Gradient's eyes and mind. The image of his "parents" violently throwing punches to each other on the white floor evolved into a mess of black ink and blue strings. The horrible phrases slung about between the creator and destroyer cut into Gradient's soul.

"Fucking dumbass find another toy to play with."

"E-Error if I wanted a toy to play with, I could have easily made one, but I guess if you want to be a qualif-"

"SHUT UP IDIOT!"

"Ow ow OW!"

Honestly, Error was the one leading the conversation, and in the process, fueling Ink's fire. They had chemistry. Horrible chemistry, really. An explosive one that they didn't know they were detonating in two beings' lives. Paperjam shook his head and quietly scoffed. Gradient knew PJ hated Ink and Error for not only their blatant neglect, but for the apparently inappropriate and quite annoying way they interacted with each other. With that, Gradient wasn't really sure why PJ stood around to watch the mess unfold. He formulated a few theories himself while listening to dream pop on full blast over the course of a few nights, in the comfort of his bed. Maybe he wanted to prove a point to him, convincing that the two gods were nothing but malicious. Or maybe PJ found some sort of egotistic pleasure. It couldn't have been entertaining. Someone doesn't wear a deep scowl and exhale deeply while being entertained. Gradient bit his fingertips. But yet PJ was an iceberg of mystery that even Gradient didn't know the depths of.

"OW!"

"Sadistic dumbass! Get the hell off if you don't want to be HURT! God damn idiot doesn't know what's best for himself." Apparently Ink has shimmied himself on the side of Error's lone beanbag, trying to nestle himself into it like it was a completely normal thing to do. Now, Error had wrapped a string around Ink's midsection and pulled at him, which did nothing whatsoever to remove the artist, who clinged desperately to the blue fabric with his legs. All Error could do was frantically stomp his feet and strain and tug at the string, pulling Ink and the plush couch along along the void floor like a fish caught on a wire. Ink definitely flopped around like one.

"Error! Faster!" By the looks of the playful exclamation marks flickering into Ink's sockets, the artist was quite enjoying Error's backfired rage.

"Dumbass is actually enjoying this? Well, have it all you want, squid." Error let the string go slack, much to the dismay of Ink, who flipped to his back and faced the endless white sky, his eyes flickering in a state of boredom.