Ink's POV
Crashing into a pile of golden flowers, Ink's mind raced. Spinning into an eternal struggle between feeling furious, and heartbroken. Every part of him hurt. From his throbbing skull to his aching soul. Pain spiraled beautifully as if it were a flame, beginning its destiny and destroying any living thing in its path. Leaving a trail of dust in its wake. No. A better way to describe it, would be long, life-taking strings wrapping itself around Ink's soul and shattering it. That glowing yellow smile the final thing he would ever see.
Ink gripped the sides of his skull, balling his eye sockets out.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower. You're new to th- Sans?" The small skeleton peaked at Flowey, who was frowning at him. The golden flower swayed a bit, before vanishing. Ink curled back into a small ball on the blossoms growing elegantly beneath him. Forgotten to time. Forgotten to loved ones. Goodbye to all those souls he thought could have protected. Ink was a failure. He didn't deserve existence. The creator painted himself a blade, similar to that of the Genocide Frisk's. A noticeable difference to it was how the hilt wrapped around itself in a coal black braid.
He held it up above his head, hands shaking. Ink wasn't ready. But he did it anyways. The creator hurtled the weapon towards his soul.
A scream vibrated through the Ruins....
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Paint Is Meant To Fade
FanfictionIt's been years since there's been an imbalance. Ink and Error were friends now. What they thought was a dangerous and unreliable dream became reality. Error's emotions draw him closer to the creator, as if something were pulling on his heartstrings...
