No Empty Promises [Ink X Error] FINISHED

"What. Just. Happened." Chapter Two

Third Person

Ink somehow felt a little... off. Something was not right. He knew while being in the void, for a fact, that that is the only time he can check on the AU's. Deciding to teleport to the void he did, and when he got there it all felt normal suddenly. He went checking through some of the AU's when he came across HorrorTale. It was only a nightmare. He decided not to worry about it because it was Dream's job to care for the dreams, he could handle it. But then Ink checked on SwapFell. This was not okay. Almost ALL of their world was destroyed and pixilated. There were no living entity's at all - not a single soul. Ink didn't fully even have a soul, so if he went there he wouldn't necessarily count as actually being there to some. Anyway, the seventy percent of the world was all glitched and/or glitching. It was all becoming white, like the void, very quickly, more than usual.

As Ink was fixing the world with his magical paintbrush and the codes, he heard muffled laughter and yelling form. It was distant, somewhere where the Ruins are. That was the part of this AU that survived its attacker's attack. He finished fixing the place up sooner than expected and headed to the ruins. He decided not to add any monsters in case something were to happen to them and didn't want them to suffer through death again, so he was the only one there. That's what he thought, at least. Since he's a pacifist, that's another reason he didn't add them yet. When Ink jumped through some bushes to get to the Ruins doors, he saw that they were left slightly ajar. 'What in the world..?' He thought this was supposed to be closed since it looked untouched. To his non-existent eyes, at least.

After Ink entered, the shouting and sounds got louder. He peeked around the corner, curious and cautious about the source of the sounds and the whole situation in general. But most of all.. he was scared. This laughter was not joyous. It was the laughter of humiliation, sadness, and regret. All of those depressing emotions were in the laughter. No one was around the corner. It was all just silent. It was too sudden for his liking. Then, from behind him, Ink saw a Froggit. Now he was really confused. The Froggit looked like it had slight stitching on the side of its head, but that must have been his imagination playing some stupid prank on him. Or it was the fact that he was filled with his fight or flight instinct, and adrenaline was coursing through his skeleton body.

"H-Hi, little guy, what happened here?" Ink stuttered very slightly; it was honestly very hard to note that he had even stuttered at all. Then, suddenly, the Froggit flew to the ceiling by some blue strings. Ink jumped back, making the sound of a frightened kitten.

"A-a-ww,_HoW c-cuTe, Ink." He heard that glitched voice come from behind his body. How could he have forgotten that he was the only reason for this style of glitching!? He's what you'd call oblivious, or, in a more aggressive way, stupid.

"ERROR." Ink hissed, looking behind him, not seeing the AU destroyer. Then, strings wrapped around his body tightly, throwing him to the 'ceiling' of the Ruins. He quickly fell out of the blue strings dizzily and pulled out his weapon. His skull had hit the ceiling pretty hard, he wouldn't be surprised if a crack had formed. Then he fell to the ground - and fast. A bit too fast, so he had turned into ink(or paint) when he landed fell. But he reformed as quick as he fell.

"Well, well, well, you did come here for a reason, didn't you, Ink?" I heard Nightmares voice this time. But when I looked back, I saw Cross standing there. His face was blank. No experience with emotions showing. But I could hear the voice in his head speaking to him. He pulled out his knife and I stepped back, blinking as I did. But, when I opened my eye sockets, I saw he was no longer Cross. He was Error once more. The glitching skeleton teleported in front of me and spoke; ''Welcome_to_the_game.''

"UHh, I-I-InK..?" ERROR questioned the white skeleton. That sounded a little bit racist in a way, wow. He tilted his head at the skeleton just standing there. Ink then fell backward onto the ground as though something had pushed him, and was leaning on his arms, fully depending on them. ERROR sighed and set his blue strings to work. One of them pulled Ink's left arm, and the other pulled his right arm out from under him. When they pulled, Ink yelped and fell. ERROR started laughing crazily and Ink gave him a petrified look. He felt so proud.

"o-o-oh My GOD!__D-d-d-did y-ou see_your fAC-e?!__HaHA-h-hA! That-T-t-t waS-s pRice-e-lESs!" He continued to mock the fallen artist until ERROR thought he heard Nightmare behind him. He abruptly stopped laughing, became emotionless, and turned around, glitching in the process. He managed to apply a poker face on his skull and crossed his 'ERROR'ed arms, leaning on one leg. He had one non-existent bone-brow raised, tapping his foot. Then Ink realized what happened and huffed. Ink grabbed his paintbrush and flung it under ERROR's leg making him laugh because that was right when his leg glitched out, so the brush went right through it. But.. all glory comes to an end at some point. He whipped the brush back under ERROR's legs, towards him this time. This, sent him toppling down

"Ar-r-Gh! wHAT_T-T-T-T-HE_HElL!?" ERROR screeched the words out while in the air, then fell onto his back. While laying there, feeling paralyzed with his back arched in pain and wining like a baby, Ink staggered upwards to a standing position.

"ERROR! Where are they?! Why did you guys ambush me?!?" Ink started to attack ERROR with pointless questions, making his head hurt worse from the fall. Slowly and cautiously ERROR laid down, really slow. He squinted his eye sockets at the artist, narrowing my 'eyes'.

"Wh-aT? GuY-s-s?" He replied shortly. Ink looked super panicked, holding his brush like it could save him. "Wh-aT ARE-yOu dOi-i-i-iNg..?" He sat up (finally), trying to cradle his back. He groaned, awaiting ink's beautiful voice to flow through the air. Wait.. Wut?? the pain that shot through his body masked his flustered thoughts, making him hiss.

"YOU, YOU know what's going on!!" Ink started to tilt over, holding his head. ERROR saw a little crack that started to form from his fall and noted it mentally. "U-uh huHh..?" He bet that he had a really confused face on at the moment, and looked stupid because Ink started to giggle like a drunk chick. Ink sat down, head on his knees, while ERROR sat there. Confused. As. Fuck. What just happened? Is he okay? He's not gonna die, right? He's still gonna pester him and his work, right? God damn it. More of the time-consuming questions aren't going to make this headache go away any sooner.

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~RK