Sanscest/Fontcest Fluff and/or Smut One/Multi-Shots [Requests On Hold]

Cat and Mouse Pt. 1 - PaperJam/ErrInk

(Requested by PrincessDreemur102)

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(Ink)

Staring out grimly at yet another broken universe, a small tear fell from my eye socket. Who was doing this? Why did he do this?

Someone kept destroying my universes, always leaving just enough to rebuild them. Would this one be any different? Probably not.

Always, I rushed to one of my universes in distress but I never caught the destroyer. I'd had a glimpse of him once: black bones, black hoodie, and glitches with glints of red and blue.

As I walked through the universe, I sighed at the now familiar sight of blue strings and glitches. Something in the glitches seemed intelligible but I couldn't read it. It almost looked like numbers, sometimes, but no matter how hard I stared at a glitch all I saw was it dancing between the faint numbers and the broken object it was.

Kicking a pile snow over, I began to repaint the universe, erasing the strings and refinishing the buildings and landscape. Just another repair...

(Error)

It was doing it again. Just like it always did. It was quite satisfying to see how broken it looked as it observed my fun.

I always liked seeing it. Something about it intrigued me. Why did it try so hard? Hasn't it learned?

That one coded creature was so different from the rest. His code was extremely complicated, much like my own. All the others were easily hackable and I could break them with ease. Not to mention, this creature, while containing several coded strings that were above the others, lacked a core strand that all the others had. I wondered why he could survive without the core strand while all the others crashed without it. Taking ahold of that core strand of any other of the glitches gave me complete control.

He never saw me as I observed him. He never did. I watched him every time since I have been curious since my first glimpse of him. He almost caught me when I first began. Eventually, I began breaking things just to get his attention.

For some reason, I couldn't call him a glitch. His code was too complete, too purposeful to be a glitch. But he made all the other glitches, never stopping. He was bright and colorful, no matter what I destroyed. This was the saddest I've seen him.

Part of me questioned whether or not I should introduce myself. How would he react if he met me? He'd probably be angry. That would be an interesting emotion. I have yet to see him angry.

As I watched him, I noticed how smoothly his paintbrush flowed over the code. Coding was square and digital, yet his paintbrush painted smoothly in curves and lines over it, repairing the damage seamlessly. I, too, could patch code, but where's the fun in that? It was so much more interesting to break it, watch it crumble and collapse.

A heavy sigh brought my attention back to my favorite anomaly, this creator. He was crouching, repairing one of the glowing blue flowers that repeated sentences. He had repaired it and it had begun to sing a soft tune.

He hummed along to it. I found myself drawn to his voice, leaning forward to hear more of it. My code started reacting when he began to sing, and I clutched my chest, feeling my broken core code pulse and shiver. What is going on?

I grunted, leaning on a glitching tree. Instantly, the singing stopped and he turned around just as my weight snapped a branch. We locked eyes and he gasped, leaping to his feet.

"You!" he said with a mix of shock and anger in his voice.

Standing up, I chuckled, "Me-e."