Error's POV
The view was beautiful and carried a slight verisimilitude, but out of curiosity, and to the readers, pure idiocy, he turned to the second window. ((Goddamnit Error! Was that really necessary?!)) The curtains hung limp off the gold bar with the same lively design. Yet something was off. The doves were facing down, to look into the bloodied floor. Error leaned to press into the glass, and jumped back in surprise.
The view from before was completely forgotten in his mind, to be filled with the dark scene now.
The Error from the cheery scene former to this was hanging, lifeless to a noose. Ink's original, ombré scarf sat alone in a pile of dust, and no longer that beautiful shaded tone. But with a hideous, almost black shade of red. Instead, it spoke with a voice of spite, hate towards the hanging glitch.
Error stumbled back and lost his footing for a brief moment, until he let himself fall to the floor. What on earth was that? Even as he thought this however, he knew far too well. The clasp of the silver body began to... Unlatch.... By itself. Blood slowly seeped from the openings of the window. And it opened to reveal a face beaming down at him. The face trembled for a moment, before snarling and shouting at him.
"YOU'RE A USELESS FREAK OF NATURE! YOU KILLED THE TWO THINGS I LOVED, SO NOW HE'LL DEAL WITH YOU!" The skull of Fell shifted to a different one. It was Fresh's.
"I thought better of my rockin broski. Nothin you can say will change this," and then Fresh was gone. To be replaced with- No!
"sTOp! I waNt TO gO BaCK!"
"Enough. I've given you too many chances. I'm done suffering because of you, and long ago.... I thought we could be friends."
No! Why was this happening?!
Ink shifted into the most recognizable face of them all. His own. The Error before him was glitching wildly, and when he spoke, Error realized it was worse than his own.
"Y-You i-i-idi-di-ot. Y-You tho-o-OUgh-t-t yoU-u-U de-de-de-EsEr-r-veD-d-d t-t-to be-E-e outs-Ts-tside? N-now-w-w tha-a-at yo-o-Ou're h-ere, m-M-a-ake a cho-OI-ice. Choo-oo-oose. ThE-e dr-drea-a-a-m tha-a-a-t li-eS wi-i-I-Th it-s happ-happ-y e-e-e-ending, o-o-r h-her-e-e w-w-w-with rea-a-a-l-li-lity."
"You don't have to be alone, Error. I love you. We all do. You just have to look." Error jerked his skull to the voice he wished to capture in a bottle and listen to forever. Ink stood, holding the small child's hand, with a smile on his face. His colorful crush held out a hand to Error.
"Take my hand. I promise. I'll keep you safe," and the small, pale skeleton looked to the darker and much more morbid version of Error's glitching self.
"I'll keep both of you safe.... From him." The stare Ink sent to the Error towering over him was meant for that Error. And only him. If Error made a mistake in the future, would his Ink look at him like that? Would that be what happened? Would Ink have to... Protect someone?
"I won't. I'll forgive you. And if the Ink with you won't..... Then I'll have a talk with him." The Ink smirked to himself, before crouching down and getting just that much closer to him.
"Error... Please. Don't be afraid. I-WE love you." Ink cupped Error's cheekbone, and smiled. The creator stood up and clutched the small child's hand once more.
"It's your choice. Whatever happens, happens. And I will always love you no matter what."
Error turned to look back at himself, who was glaring at Ink. Error, realizing then that he had been sitting with his legs tucked under him, stood up with a spout of energy.
The answer he felt was burning into his bones, like a scar that will fade, but never truly vanish. He turned, to-
Error felt the world collect and faze in around him. The pain was exhilarating, and he jumped back a bit.
"Ooh~. So you're awake eh? I thought I got you cold after those first few thrusts. Shows how weak you are," Fell chuckled, and Error tingled. The torturer exited his body and let out a sigh.
"Welp! You screamed good there. Thanks for that. Heh, see ya 'round, Glitchy!" And the familiar sound of someone teleporting bounced throughout the room.
He was back in the blanket with Ink. This was all too much. Did the Ink he met tell him the truth? What was going to happen with this decision? Would Error really know? Probably not.
Ink reached up, and gently brought Error's face to him. The creator smiled.
"I'm sorry, Error. I'll protect you. If anything happens, I'll always be by your side," and Ink-
Error404
Error.exe has crashed
Rebooting Systems...
((That was probably one of the hardest chapters to write. Not from loss of ideas, BUT FROM ERROR'S CURSED GLITCHY VOICE! -I love his voice actually- BUT IT'S SO DARN FRUSTRATING! Sorry. K, I'll go. GOOBYE MY SWEETHEARTS!))
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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...
