Errors curious life

S1/E6: the true Destroyer

Ink followed the path of death to the final judgement hall. Piles of glitches coated his beautiful artwork.
Ink: "only one person could have done this."
He stopped at one of the cracked windows, just as lightning crashed over head. Looking around but he couldn't find anything... or anyone?
Ink: "come on out you coward! Show yourself!"
Just as he yelled out to the empty corridor, deep glitched laughter came from the darkness that surrounded the halls. Laughter that almost sounded insane. Laughter... that wasn't errors.
(Crash!)
Ink put his arms over his sockets as all the windows of the judgment hall shattered at once. Giving ink a shower of shredded glass.
And from it emerged the shadow of a tall figure that looked over his small frame.
Ink: "who!? Who are you!?"

Error: "so... what did you want to talk to me about?"
Error laid back on his comfy chair-bed hybrid nervously, as papyrus sat down next to him.
Papy: "well... first, I want to ask you a couple questions. And this time I want you to answer them. Truthfully if I may add."
Error: "ok. I'll try."
Papy: "good. First question, what is going on with you and ink? I know he's a jerk, but that last battle was out of character even for him."
Error: "... sigh. Ok. Me and ink used to date. It was a long time ago and we've been broken up for a long time now."
Papy: "heh. So that's it huh? Love scorned by any chance?"
Error: "actually... I broke up with him..."

FLASHBACK:
I had been destroying universes for about a week when I first met him.
We fought for the first time, and he was merciless. Using his most powerful attacks to try to end me. I escaped all of them... except for one...

He slung red paint at me, I tried to dodge but it hit my leg. I'd figure it would just be like all the others. Purple where chains, light blue was ice, they where all a form of entrapping me in some way or another. Except this one... when he snapped his fingers, a sharp burning pain was shot up through my leg. Almost as if it was on fire. I immediately dropped down onto the ground, doubled over in pain. He slowly walked over to me, raised his brush in the air, and prepared for the final blow.

But that never came. I don't know what it was, but he lowered his brush and snapped his fingers again. All of a sudden, the paint around my leg dissipated. And without another word, he just left. I managed to crawl over to a portal and for an entire week I just laid there, unable to move. I watched as my leg began to scar and then scab over as if it had actually been burned by fire. For an entire week I couldn't move. And to be honest, I was terrified.

After that, we became like mortal enemies. We fought all the time, I got a lot better at dodging, he got a lot better at aiming. And this continued for a couple years or so... I'd say, at least three. And, I became tired of it. So one day, I visit his au. Not to destroy it I mean, but to call a truce. No more destroying AUs. No more fighting. To be honest, I could really have used a friend instead. So... I knock on his door, he answers slightly annoyed, I tell him what I need to, and he invites me inside.

From then on, we began to date. He was even really nice to me. It wasn't really an intimate thing tho. Although, honestly, I think he would have really liked it to be at the time. So... he'd try to teach me how to draw, and I'd fail miserably at it. He tried to teach me how to write stories... I'd fail that too. I failed a lot of things, even knowing when to give up. Heh.

After a couple of months in the relationship... he... started to get controlling. He'd tell me which AUs I could and couldn't go to. Which people I was and wasn't aloud to talk to. He even tried to control my glitches. Which... uh... isn't really something I could control myself. And he got mad at me for saying so. But then, it got worse. He'd say stuff like I was a glitch and that I was lucky he loved me. That I lied a lot about myself, and that I was fortunate enough to have such a loyal and understanding boyfriend. To be honest, he kinda made me feel really bad about myself when I was around him. And what's worse than that, was that I began to believe him. But one night... he took it too far.

I was out picking up art materials for ink. I was kinda happy that he had cooled down on the whole "super possessive" thing. And I was even more glad to be asked to do something I could actually manage for once. Although it did take me a little while to get everything he needed, I managed to finish earlier than expected, and I was heading home to surprise ink. On the way, picking up some reservations for a really nice restaurant I had wanted to take him too for a while now, and then I came home...