Make It Possible [Underverse]

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READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- THIS IS THE CHAPTER I WARNED YOU ABOUT.
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Error was growing tired of it all. Of everything that has been happening. He and Ink kept on getting sent to to various alternate timelines and universes... In which their counterparts mostly were romantically involved.

What made the Destroyer grow ultimately tired of it, was when they were sent into a seemingly normal universe. But of course, it all went to shit soon. It turned out it was some sort of Flowerfell based world, where the Multiverse was collapsing, which affected both of the skeletons- mostly Ink though. The Artist grew flowers and became weaker with each collapsed universe... To sum it up, it wasn't pleasant for either of them.

And that wasn't even the worst part. What was worse, was the fact that they were sent there a few times in a row. Some endings were happy, some were tragic... Sometimes it would be Error who was dying...

Basically, someone really liked that story... But it seemed that they had decided to give the two trapped skeletons a rest for now, because they haven't been sent to another story for a while...

The two weren't really celebrating that though. Error was sitting on the ground, aggressively fiddling with his strings, while Ink just laid on his back, staring into the white abyss above. Since the first time Ink died in a story, the two haven't been talking much to each other... Either because it was simply awkward or... They didn't want to get attached any further.

The Destroyer growled as the strings snapped in his hands when he tried to do a cat cradle. He threw the remains beside him, summoning some new ones in order to try again.

The same thing happened.
Over.
And over.
And over and over.
Again.

"DAmN It!"

Error exclaimed angrily, throwing the strings aside, his form glitching like crazy.
He breathed heavily, furiously staring at the pile of the snapped strings beside him.

He nearly jumped back when Ink suddenly came up from behind him, scooping up the remains into his hands. He had a tired look on his face, his eyelights having dimmed slightly.

"Can I take this?" he asked simply.

Error stared at him for a moment in confusion, blinking a couple of times.

"UhHh... SurE? WhY thOugH?..."

"I'm bored." the Artist shrugged, an unreadable expression on his face.

The Destroyer stared at him suspiciously for a few more moments, but finally shrugged after a while, making Ink grin slightly and nod at him in thanks. The skeleton walked back to his usual procrastination spot, sitting down there.

Error watched him do that, still not quite sure if that was a good idea...
He then scoffed, shaking his head and looking away- he told himself not to get attached... He's not the idiot's babysitter either, he doesn't need to watch him all the time.

He laid down on his back, sighing. He stared at the nothingness above for a while, soon growong tired of it and deciding to just close his eyes.

The sound of Ink's quiet giggles made him snap them open though. He sat up abruptly, looking at the said skeleton.

The Artist's back was facing him, so he couldn't tell what he was doing... But he definitely WAS doing SOMETHING...
Error stood up, walking up to the other quietly from behind.

Once he was close enough to peek over his shoulder, he did so- and nearly crashed at the sight.

Ink was giggling as he was making something out of his strings...
That something was a-