Battle Of Love (An Ink X Error Fanfiction)

Error's Story

Err0r's POV:

Woke up in an empty place, it seems very.. BLANK. I decide not to move..But to lay down to sleep. I am a bit lazy after all.

But before sleeping, I decided to look at myself. I wondered how I looked since I can not remember ever seeing how I looked at all. A blue and black sweater or is it a jacket? With red slippers, don't want those to get lost..and I seemed to look like a glitch or error? But that didn't bother me. I was kind of okay with how I looked, I mean who else would see me. 

A few days went by, or what seemed like it, I played around with some strings of mine. I made some puppets to play with but if I got bored, I would destroy it. If I had no more puppets, well... I GUESS I'LL FIND NEW ONES.

More days went by, I couldn't count how many but I started to see strange "creations" flying around. As if they were going to bother me since I was alone. I hate to admit I was Afraid but, I decided to destroy some of these objects. I got mad. These.. THINGS. They wouldn't stop coming.

I went to investigate where the strange objects were coming from. I went to teleport where there were a bunch. It was another strange blank room. So many objects were floating in mid air as if it was nothing.

I broke one and the breaking echoed across the place. I broke even more until I heard a voice that came from a distance.

It seemed to be another being. They asked who was there as I looked closer to see who it was.

They had strange clothing, and a lot of paint with them. I'm guessing HE made all of these.. Impressive. BUT NOT TO MY LIKING. 

"I'm here.. YOU don't belong here." I said in a mad tone. How could I miss someone who was also here? Maybe they were hiding so I wouldn't DESTROY them too.

"W-WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING TO-- MY CREATIONS?!?" He sounded very mad. Which only caused me to play with him until he exploded of anger. It was funny actually.

"You can call me Error. I will guess yours.." I looked at him examining his "structure" and tried to guess his actual name. Even though it was not very important but I wouldn't want to stick with nothing. 

"Paint? Rainbow? Ink?-" He told me it was Ink. Third lucky guess, But another thing I noticed was his face...Was he b-blushing?

I teased Ink and said thanks for blushing for me. But that kind of sounded strange to say so we started to fight over some dumb creations he made.

As I destroyed he tried to fix. That only made me more mad. He painted my face, thinking that would stop me.

"You think PAINT can stop me..?" I told Ink. He did something which made the paint turn into ropes. I'm surprised he CAN fight.

Using my hand I broke free and tied Ink with my own Strings. Somehow moments later, he broke out. I teleported in the air and saw he was trying to sneak attack but I wouldn't let that happen.

We mainly fought about me destroying what he made. He created things for me to destroy but Ink was too determined to let me win. So I kept fighting. Even if he was injured or weak. He would never give up so easily. 

Something in me knew I should stop fighting with Ink but I didn't want to show I was giving up either. 

Everything is just ONE BIG GLITCH I NEED TO FIX. But they don't know that. They see a world where everyone can have a "happy ending" or just an ending of their own.

But I find it interesting they don't see that one day it will ALL GO TO WASTE. If I were honest to Ink, He would use my weakness' against me for his own sake. But there was one thing about Ink I still didn't understand.

How can he be so happy if he was alone? Or at least I didn't see him. His presence made me feel strange but I don't know what it was.

Was it hate? Happiness? No. The last option could not be possible. We were enemies. But... Was it love? Even I don't know, but this strange feeling only made me more angry.

Eventually I kept coming to "visit" Ink or not going. We either fought each other or did nothing but awkwardly do nothing to each other, that was rare. When we fought, Ink would almost do the same attacks, It was as if he didn't want to use more than his first attack.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled as I was fighting Ink. He wouldn't stop doing the same attack so I knew how to doge. 

"What."  "Are." "YOU DOING?!" I said raising my voice. He stared at me blankly.

"WHY DO YOU USE THE SAME DAMN THING!? IT'S.." I was very confused. I didn't know how to finish my sentence.

"It's what?" He said concerned. How can he be so calm?

"IT'S.. ANNOYING." I attacked him with all my might and actually hit him.

I don't know how much HP he lost but it was enough to knock him down. I took one of his brushes and kept it to see how he actually created things.

"H-Hey!! My Brush-" "Shut up, Will ya?" I snapped as I left.

I looked at his brush closely and saw that it looked as if he made it himself. I decided to try and "paint" something. But of course, I was bad at making things.

And I despised creations. I'd rather destroy them. He might come back for his brush or make another. So I broke it.  

  But don't worry. He WILL come soon...

( :3 See you all in the next chapter! ~~Star~~)