The glitch, and the blot. {Sorta Errink}

...error

pics added later, don't have my mouse

it was so cold. it was so colorless. it hurt so much. 

do you know how hard it is to wake up in a white room without a ceiling or walls, and no way out. it shouldn't have ever happened in the first place, but it did. for whoever's sick amusement.

no, you don't. 

if you have? I don't believe you. 

the skeleton began to run in whatever direction he thought 'forward' was. after just 'waking up' in this 'white abyss' he wanted a way out. and he wanted it fast. 

it was so quiet. no echo when he yelled. no pounding of footsteps when he ran. just cold floor and himself.

he was a stubborn little thing, probably too stubborn for his own good. so when a paintbrush landed next to him and the voice called to "create." he yelled up at the sky and screamed that he "didn't want to". why after so many 'days' of being trapped in this little white box, had a voice finally decided to speak up?

he was angry, to say the least.

he stepped away from the paintbrush and took out his gasterblaster, it was the only thing that came to his anger plagued mind. little crackles of blue flame sparked out of the blasters gigantic maw.

once

twice

thrice

the skeleton raised his hand and clicked his fingers. the beast's mouth opened wide as it let out a beam of blinding blue magic, aimed at the paintbrush. 

it met its target.

the only thing that remained on the floor was a pile of ash and... glitches?

the voice was panicking now. he could hear it, in the back of his head.

it was saying things like.

"nononononnononononono"

and "it wasn't supposed to be like this!"

and "two creators to bring color to this world"

"what have you done you error"

 he was not panicking. he was not sad. he just stared.

stared at the pile of ash on the cold hard floor. there was no breeze to blow it away, so it just sat there. it will never dissipate. it will just sit there. forever and ever and ever.

he looked calm and he looked at the glitches on and around the pile of ash and smoke. little white and black blocks of code and pixels darted around as mosquitoes would on a river. 

white noise and static began building up behind his eyes and spreading to every surface on and around him. he didn't know what he looked like, he never bothered to check, not even from the start. but he would bet a bag of gold he looked different now.

ehe ahahaha AHAHAHAHAH ha ahew :3