Battle Of Love (An Ink X Error Fanfiction)

Ink's Purpose.

Ink's POV:
"AHHH" I wake up screaming from a dream.

"Ink? You okay?"

"Y-yeah... I just..thought of something."

"Well that something has me awake now. Tell me."
He sat down as he was ready to hear my words spill out onto him like paint from a bucket.

I explain...

Awoken in a new place, one not familiar to the empty void we live in. It had so much life, happiness, color, hope...
  Spinning around, new colors were being created of yellow white with colors inside each one.
  What did it mean? I knew but, at the same time...I didn't?
Protected by me, as a big responsibility, I had to make sure none was corrupted or broken...if it was...HE would destroy it..

Error's POV:
"Ink." I say coldly as his eyes show sadness yet fear.

"Do you know what that means..?"
"N-no..?"
I struggle to hold back a tear but I quickly turn my head so he wouldn't see.

It drops on the floor as I stood up and walked away without a word. Silence stood again as the darkness took over and I felt no reason to be near Ink anymore. He may have known who "HE" was or maybe not but.

I hate playing games with Ink now. I feel heart-broken for what he has said. If that's his true destiny to stop me. Then I'll make sure that doesn't happen..

Ink's POV:

I start tearing up.

I don't know if Error heard himself speaking out-loud but, he said,

"If it's your true destiny to stop me, Then I'll make sure that doesn't happen.."

And with that, he went. Even I, didn't know where he went.. I cried.

-Serveral
  Days
    Later-

Third-person POV:
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"Error...." He said softly as his voice echoed through the anti-void.
Ink, sat there. Alone. Sad. Confused.
He cried.
He did not like the clear emptiness of the anti-void, but, he live with it. He decided to not paint. Waiting, hopeful, that Error would come back... he didn't.

As the days went by, he lost some of his sanity. Trying to stay okay, he painted little pieces to keep himself company. But his drawing only made him feel more lonely.
Now realizing how Error felt before,

He called out. Into the white space. For Error.

Error's POV:

*No.
*UnAnswered Call.

I ignore Ink's scream into the anti-void.
I've heard him more and more now...
Does he care..? --NO. HE DOESN'T. AHHhHhh--

I cover my face only to take my hands out with blue strings stuck onto them as if it were glue.
I shake my hands making the strings break and go back onto my face normally..

I sit thinking...
And thinking.....
And.....
.
..
*You hear another call
*You hear multiple calls
*The calls get louder.
*The calls become sadder.
--........
*Do you respond?
"...."
*Do you respond?
"..stop..."
*Do you respond?
"Stop.."
*Do you res--
"STOP IT!!!!" I yell from far.

He doesn't hear me but., I hear my voice repeat to myself.
"stop, Stop, STOP IT"
It echoes back..again...and again....and again.

I fall to the floor and cover my face with my hoodie as I broke down in ErR0rS,

TeArs fAlliNG d0Wn mY fAc3...

I aM UnC0ntR0llaBl3-abL3- GlItcH--

-Several Hours Later-

Third-Person POV:

As Error reboots,
Ink too, is crying...
Both were sadden by each other, heart-broken...and crying for what seemed and eternity...but, not because they hated each other... Not because one wanted to never see the other.
Not because they wanted to stay enemies, Or plan on killing each other...

But,

Because they loved each other.