Paint Is Meant To Fade

Chapter 2: ....Why?....

<the story was rated mature for a reason. Just saying for future chapters>

Ink's POV
     He's gone. Error. He.... He did it. All of it.
          Dust.
     Blue.... Stretch.... Undyne and Alphys.... Their all.... Gone.
          Dust.
     But why though? Did Error hate them? Was there something the Skelebros did?
          Dust.
     Was it even Sans and Papyrus? Ink teleported to the Ruins. To where the all caring goat Dad would be. Error loved the bloke. They were like siblings. The glitch would never kill him. ....Would he?
          Dust.
      Ink stood corrected. There. The indigo shaded robes. The trailing lace. Tainted with blood. So. Much. Blood....
          Dust.
      He was drowning. Deep into a dark slurring abyss of nothingness and fear. Gripping tight to the now cold wood of his brush, Ink felt himself create a portal, and appear in the void he and Error shared. He would be able to here Ink if he shouted loud enough.
           Dust.
      "ERROR!"
           Dust.
      A glitching figure stood before him. "HEy InKy, wHAt's U-"
           Dust.
      "ERROR! Did you do this?! Did you?!" Ink opened a view to UnderSwap, dust and blood was all Ink could really see.
           Dust.
      Error stared. His face was expressionless. Into the window, Error reached out, his skeletal fingers brought back dust. Ashes. Cinders, smoldering cinders. The remnants of some once cheery monster. Error let the grains blow through his fingers, and his eyes followed the trail as they went.
           Dust.
      "Did you do it?!" Ink shouted. Error turned his head back to the creator, eyes glossed over with a look Ink couldn't quite read. It didn't matter anyway. He already knew the answer. Ink took a step back and began to run.

Error's POV
      Ink! No, Ink come back! This wasn't him!

••••

      "ERROR!" Echoed a voice in his skull, ricocheting throughout the Anti-void. He had just gotten back from Grillby's in UnderFresh. It was a stupid idea. He left as soon as he saw Fresh walk in like he was the sun and everyone revolved around him. Fresh was technically glowing that bright from all the neon. The idiot even attempted to have a "Fresh Battle" whatever that meant. Thank goodness he got out of there.
      Error teleported to where he knew he'd have to be. Ink stood, back turned towards the glitch, and facing empty space. Not that he wouldn't have been looking into empty space if he were facing any other direction.
      "HEy InKy, wHAt's U-" Ink quickly cut him off and spun towards Error. Tears streaming silently down his cheekbones.
      "ERROR! Did you do this?! Did you?!" Ink opened a window to see into a timeline. The UnderSwap timeline. Error peered in, to have... No one look back. There was something, though. An old friend, you might say. Dust. And blood. Error reached out and took out a handful. He'd forgotten what it's like to have the substance in his skeletal palm. It was soothing. And terrifying. The grains blew away from between his fingers and Error watched as they left him.

Goodbye... Old friend.

      "Did you do it?!" Error sighed and turned back to his friend, anger written across his face. Error felt sick. Bottomless. As if the void he was trapped in, wasn't the worst thing in the world. In fact, it was probably the thing keeping him alive. Which was true.
      The skeleton standing in front of him now, sent a tingle down his spine. Error wanted to trace the spill of ink that stained the creator's cheekbone. Hold him close to Error's chest, listening to the even breaths of his friend. Eye sockets low in a seductive manner, wordlessly silencing him as he peeled off the destroyer's shirt... Error, you sick perverted dingus.
      Ink seemed to stumble slightly, turned and ran off. Leaving Error alone. He could hardly speak. UnderSwap was gone. The daydream was forgotten as quickly as thought up. The words of what Error wanted to say rang out at a scream in his skull.
      Ink! No, Ink come back! This wasn't him!
      The creator vanished through a slashed opening to another AU. He was upset. Error looked down at his hands.
      Was this him? Did he do this?
      The destroyer balled his skeletal fingers into fists, and screamed.