Make It Possible [Underverse]

X-7-X

Ink stood in place, dumbfounded, his eyesockets empty. His soul was still hovering in mid-air, lighting up his frame slightly.
Error blinked, waving a hand in front of the Artist's face to try and get him to snap out of it.
"HElLoO? MUltiVeRse tO InK?" he said loudly, trying to get the skeleton's attention.

It didn't work. The Destroyer tried a few more times by calling the other's name, to no use- so he gave up, eventually just walking away, sitting down and starting playing with his strings.

Not for long though. Soon enough, he was joined on the white ground by Ink, who had a blank expression on his face. He simply sat down near him, not even looking at him.

Error looked at him for a while and shook his head, sighing.
"WeLl, tHat'S nOt wHat I eXpeCtEd..."
The Artist merely glanced at the other skeleton, a questioning look on his face.

The Destroyer rolled his eyes.
"I'vE AlwAyS tHouGht yOu'D bE mOrE excItEd AbOuT gEtTIng a SouL, afTer AlL thAT yOU'vE donE to GeT iT..." he explained, making Ink simply shrug and sigh.

"I've thought so too... But now that I have it... Not only have I felt weird ever since I got it, even though I didn't know about it... But I also, just... Feel worse than I ever did while using the vials..."

"WeLl, dUh! YoU'vE gOt a sOuL now, YoU wIlL obViOusLy fEeL tHingS diffeRentLy tHan bEfore!" Error snorted, slightly mocking the other. Ink didn't say anything- he just stared at the ground, fiddling with the edges of his fingerless gloves.

Neither of them knew how long they sat there like this. One thing was for sure- it was a long time. The Artist, still being his hyperactive self, started pacing around out of boredom. His footsteps somehow managed to echo really loudly throughout the entire Void, slowly driving Error crazy. The Destroyer didn't even move from his spot. He even tried falling asleep, but Ink kind of made that impossible for him. The echoing sound of the other skeleton's footsteps were annoyingly too loud for him.

So of course, he finally snapped, his entire form glitching like crazy:

"WOuLD YoU FuCkInG STOP tHaT?!?!" he yelled at the Artist, making him stop and smile at him apologetically. Ink just sheepishly plopped down right where he stood before and sat there awkwardly.

Error just rolled his eyes, going back to trying to sleep. He would've succeded if it wasn't for the sudden weird sound-

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Error found himself laying on a familiar cliff of Outertale, staring at the stars. He had no memory of getting there, though... He was 100% sure that he was in a Void of some sorts mere seconds ago. He sat up in confusion, noticing his clothes were entirely different than usual. He was wearing a weird long and sleeveless jacket with a red shirt underneath, along with that, he was wearing some sort of black shorts, sneakers and fingerless gloves. He felt something on his back, which turned out to be a weird thing made of his strings... A cape of some sorts.