Slay The Prince (Slay The Princess x Undertale)

Timeline 2

"You were on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path, a lone wooden cabin stood. Your job is to slay the prince inside. If this job was not completed, this world will be destroyed." Error had four choices. Proceed to the cabin, question who the voice was, question the voice about the prince and his job, or he could turn and leave. Knowing what happened last time, he began walking to the cabin without talking. "You're a quiet one, aren't you? *Giggle*" 

Error didn't hear him. He was too busy thinking about what he should do now. What was going to happen now? Maybe he should find a different way to get him out. He didn't want to kill him just yet. Something was tugging at his heart when he thought about killing Ink. He shouldn't do that yet. 

"You walk down the gravel road to the cabin and open the door. You stepped in and closed the door silently. In the simple room, stood a simple wooden table with a pristine blade on it in the corner. The blade is your implimit. You will need it if you wish to slay the prince and save the world." The narrator said this with small traces of venom laced with the words blade and implimit. He hesitated before stepping passed the blade and opening the door to the basement. "You walk past the blade and open the door to the basement- I can't believe you just did that! That blade was to slay the prince. Now you have nothing. Happy? You hear a voice come from the bottom."

"H-Hello? Is someone there?" The voice was quiet and hesitant. It sounded like a young male. "You proceed down the steps. Unarmed. To the dangerous prince at the bottom. You're not smart, but I can't interfere, can I? Against the wall sat the prince. A skeleton with a permanent black paint stain on his cheek. Chains chained him to the wall. Good. But that won't last long. Go, now! And get the blade."

 It took a minute for the skeleton to talk. "W-Who are you? *Ahem* And why are you here?" The first half was uncertain and timid, while the second half was clear with small traces of hostility. My name is Error. Instead of listening to the voice, he sat down next to the skeleton. It felt weird knowing him, but he didn't know Error. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, but can I ask some questions? 

Ink's face contorted into caution. "Okay. What is it you want to know?" Why are you here? Did you do something? The skeleton sighed and didn't answer. I'm asking because someone told me to come and kill you. Ink tensed and didn't look at him. His sockets widened with white pinpricks instead of colorful shapes. But I don't want to do that. It's not necessary. I just want to know why you're here. "I don't remember anything. All I remember is I have to stay here until someone comes. I remember a voice talking but..." He blinked and the colorful shapes came back. He looked confused. "Heh heh... Sorry, what were we talking about again." He then looked guilty. Error smirked at the forgetfulness. He's still forgetful. So... You hardly remember anything? Ink nodded solemnly. Well, We need to get you out of here. What do you say? Ink nodded. "How though? These chains are pretty thick." Error glanced at the chains. Sure enough, the chains were thicker and heavier than seeing them the first time. The blade won't help him break them. He began to pull the chains harshly. The rust cut into his bone and stained his yellow phalanges and orange-red color. Blood dripped to the cold concrete floor below. Error thought, then let the chains fall limp. I don't know if I CAN get you out. They're pretty thick. Ink looked away with a hopeless gleam in his sockets. *Sigh* I'll be back. Just stay put for a moment. 

He went upstairs and grabbed the blade. He went back down the stairs to find a horrifying scene. Ink was trying to gnaw his own hand off. He didn't wince at the pain, he didn't look in pain at all. Error stood at the bottom of the stairs staring like a deer in headlights. He blinked rapidly as black blood dripped from Ink's wrist. His hand fell limp on the cold floor. Finally, Ink looked up at him.

Error didn't move he calmed down and waited for Ink to walk over. He waited up to Error with a fearful and guilty look. "I'm sorry. You don't think I'm weird... Do you?" Error grimaced. What should he say? Being honest was better than staying silent. It was... disturbing... to say the least. But I don't think that's a reason to leave you here alone. Ink smiled and tilted his head, like a curious puppy. "I... appreciate the honesty. H-How do we get out of here?" We go up the stairs and out the door. We're in a forest, but I think we can find our way out from here. Ink smiled more as he followed Error up the stairs. Walking up, he looked back to see Ink still following. When he got up the stairs, he put the blade back and then kept walking out the door. When Ink came out, he closed the door and ripped a piece of his sleeve. He wrapped it around his wound in hopes it would stop bleeding. Ink couldn't believe it. Someone actually cares. He smiled again and tackled Error in a death hug. "Thank you so much." He nuzzled into Error's neck again. He seemed to like doing that.