Fading Ink

Prologue

Time was endless.

Meaningless, in some cases.

Time would never stop.

To some, time was an enemy. To a select few, a game. To others, pointless.

But time would never stop regardless.

A vast white empty void that seemed to go on forever was not any exception. In fact, time worked differently there.

A pocket dimension.

It's sole inhabitant called it the anti-void.

There were ways to travel to the anti-void, and away from the anti-void. Only few could do this, including the one who lived there.

And two of his worst enemies.

Never a good thing.

The same old white empty space seemed to distort with color that wasn't meant to be there, and something that might be described as a rip in space seemed to, well, rip open.

The anti-void's inhabitant returned, dragging someone with him. The rip closed, patching itself like it had never been there at all.

The white space now had two to call it's own.

One went by Error.

The other was recognized by the anti-void as Underswap Sans.

Error liked to call him 'Blueberry'.