Let Me Get You Out Of There (PaperJam)

fuck just happened

I wrote this at 3 am.
I should probably be sleeping.
I am not.
WOOOHOO MEEE! #SleepIsForLosers!

WAIT 140+ VIEWS?! WHERE DO YOU ALL COME FROM???
WHY ARE YOU WASTING TIME READING THIS CRAPPY EXCUSE OF A FANFIC????? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY LOST PEOPLE????????
*internal flustered screaming!!!!* (╯//°/□/°/）╯︵ ┻━┻
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It was a weird orchestra.
But the weirdest thing wasn't the static and the sound of squelching paint as they altered.

The weirdest thing weren't the footsteps that echoed throughout the void, quick and unsteady between buzzing strings.

It wasn't even the constant meeting of glitch-caused screeches and utter silence.

The weirdest thing was the small vibrant sound that both opponents shared, laughter.

For each thread or bone that Error summoned, Ink would block steadily.

As one moved, the other would mirror, they soon found themselves trapped in a dance on the rhythm of draw.

Minutes- Hours? - passed, The attacking didn't dare to falter and the dodging remained on point, it wasn't going to end anytime soon. Maybe they didn't want it to.

Truth was, Ink was bored. Sure, he had to protect the various AUs, but that easily become a monotone job, and yeah, you can discuss how boredom is creativity's best friend, but drawing after drawing, you can't not wish for something -anything! To happen.

And now? Sparring against someone as determined as himself, life on the line, job to do, curiosity to feed...
His magic steered with adrenaline.

Maybe there were a few 'we don't have to fight' down the path, but in reality? They did.

One destroys, the other protects.

One attacks, the other defends.

One's finding this fun, the other was too.

The stars were very beautiful today/tonight - it was always hard to tell - Frisk noticed. They were skipping down a hill, jetpack bouncing lightly wich each step.

He didn't want it to end...

The widening grin on the other's face as blue strings had captured the rainbow soul proved the feeling wasn't mutual.

"Heh. Gotcha now, you rainbow asshole"

The brush was still in his hands, Ink reminded himself. This wasn't over yet.

Suddenly a horrible feeling crossed the child's soul.

Ink had to fight the urge to yell as the cords tightened against his being - it felt weird it felt uncomfortable it hurt it was heavy he felt sick- but still managed one last brushstroke. The paint was a strange col-

They saw it. Behind them there was a weird... They couldn't tell. The vast sky had been ripped in a disturbing discoloration.

YoU. It's All YoUr FaULT.
YOu kiLLEd them. YOU KIlleD tHEm ALl.
yoU.YOu,YoUYOUyouyOUyoUYou!

YOU FAILURE.

What they could only describe as glitches were surrounding it. The sight made his stomach turn.

Screaming. They were both screaming.

ALONEALONEALONEALONEALONEALONE.

Something was pursuing them, they didn't like this... They didn't like this at all...

silence

He could feel his soul burning.

Did... Did they just hear yelling?

The silence lasts forever.

What was... Nonononononononononono-!

Why did skeletons need to breathe again? His vision was blurring...

The suffering does too.

[Reset]

~-o_O_o-~

Ink shot up with a jolt, hand clutching his chest.

Outertale,stars,space,blue- He threw up.

"What... What just happened?" One second and he was chasing after the destroyer and the next he could swear the universes collided.

He was shaking, panting heavily, instinctively he checked his soul: it was still the same, aside from the pale marks and the fact that it hurt like a bitch.

He looked around. This was exactly where he was before he tripped in the portal, but not the same timeline.
The gate was unstable... Was it affected by the reset or something?

Okay, he really needed to try and reorganize his thoughts. Magical mystical keyword TRY. His mind was foggy and the only thing he was aware of were those horrific feelings that happened when he retaliated... What were those? Memories?

Sure, Ink definitely couldn't boast about remembering stuff well, but he was sure even he wouldn't have forgotten something so... lonely just like that. Wich could only mean that those memories were someone else's...

Error.

The artist's eyes widened.

Where was Error?!

Had he been brought back to Outertale as well?

Did he see any of... Whatever that was?

Finally rationality caught up with him:

Why the fuck did he care about the gay that was killing him not even 10 minutes ago?

But then he reasoned that he still needed to stop Error from destroying the universe's, and with all that trouble that he caused, killing him- wich he really didn't want to- would cause alterations to reality's balance for sure.
So he just had to convince him that life was worth saving, then again... If those flashes were really Error's memories, that would make it difficult...

Also he was arguing with himself again.

Ink sighed, it seemed like he had only one option:

He had to become Error's friend.

-

*Internal screaming intensifies*

ThankyouthankyouthankyouSOMUCH!
I really can't believe that you people are actually reading this ;w;

Also please forgive weird wording "OTL, I haven't spell checked anything ...

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