time to calm down (2)

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i need to start capitalizing names like holy-

also, im gonna start doing these interactive things at the end of a chapter, you can take part if you want.  (each one is a hint to what I do in my spear time)


Error was... 'upset'. 

after his encounter with Ink things had taken a turn for the worst.

error and the voice yelled and ranted about how he had let the creator go. they screamed together in sync about how ink could have well dusted him, and how he couldn't have done anything.

about how they let such a formidable foe run free.

he was the one messing everything up and screwing over his work.

so he yelled and ranted, having nothing else to do but scream at himself all day.

he stayed there for quite some time 'punishing himself' 

how could he have let such an idiot escape?!

soon he began thinking ahead. not planing, but panicking somewhat.

what will the blot do if he laid eyes on him again, he would be surely dusted.

he didn't want to die, he had more hearts to collect and AUs to destroy.

he wanted rid of all those filthy words, they were hoarding all the pretty hearts. they were not made to be running around freely, they were made to be strung up and for him to look at.

he gave a meek little smile thinking about the future... and how he would dust ink.


ink sat in a tree, his mind still running in circled after his last encounter with Error.

"there is something wrong with that sans" thinking aloud had become a habit of his, nobody would hear him anyway. "but what?"

what was it about that laugh that makes me freeze over?

what was it about his glare that seemed to make my marrow turn to rust?

"he's a massive threat to my work and others... but I can't help thinking that he needs some kind of help" Ink frowned to himself. "I mean... I heard him talking to himself for Pete's sake."

"il have to catch him off guard the next time I see him" he paused "to avoid getting hurt"


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the author is stuck in a ditch labeled 'Markaplier Lore'

she looks like she wants out... you could see her arms waving a mile away.


help | refuse   


  

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