PROLOGUE

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LETS DO THIS. NONE OF THE CHARACTERS ARE MINE AND BELONG TO THE RESPECTFUL OWNERS. A MASSIVE SHOUTOUT TO Relievedpandasrule FOR HER AMAZING STORYS.


Error, as you could imagine, was an error, a fallacy, a misconception, a mistake. At least that is what he thinks of himself when he looks into a mirror, all he could see was a glitch. And that glitch had a certain job to do, and he loves it.

Ink was a different story. He was one of the creators, the inspiration or the desire to create something new, whether it was writing a story or making a game. He also had a job, and he loves it.

They had things in common, the blot and the glitch. No homes, no brothers.

But they were still so, so different. One had friends, the other had the voices. One was to create the other was to destroy.

If they were to meet, who knows what could happen.

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