Make It Possible [Underverse]

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"Hey, hey, Error-"

The Artist's voice made the said skeleton groan. He's been going on and on about the Eraser Version of Himself's powers for more than an hour and he was already growing sick of it.

"... What?"

"Look at what he can do!" as soon as he had said that, Ink threw something, that Error couldn't identify, into a bush. It vanished into thin air in a matter of seconds.

"I thought you didn't like unnecessary destruction..." Error smirked. He would've raised one of his eyebrows to tease the Artist, if he had any, of course- but he didn't, so he just expressed more with his eye sockets.

"I'm not unnecessarily destroying anything! I have to know what this Eraser can do!" Ink puffed his cheeks up.

YEAH, LOGIC.

"For what? It's not like you're going to have to fight somebody..."

"Didn't you see the Cross and Nightmare from before? I'm pretty sure they would've tried to kick our asses if we just didn't make everything so awkward!"

Error just laughed out loud, crossing his arms over his chest- he has figured out a way to... Get rid of the unnecessary parts of the gauntlets, which were apparently only supposed to be used in a fight or something, it seemed like it at least.
The Artist wasn't as annoyed as before anymore, which actually made him join in on the laughter, as he realized how dumb that probably sounded...
And looked.

The two ceased their laughter at the sudden rustle of leaves not too far from them.
Ink instinctively reached behind his back to get his weapon out, which wasn't a paintbrush but an eraser, but he didn't really mind anymore. Error made the strange enhancements spring out of his gauntlets.

They both stood there, ready to face anything... Or anyone.

Because soon, another skeleton appeared right before their very eyes, accompanied by various other monsters...
He looked like Dream, but... Plain... Evil. He had a crack in his skull, a blue star painted near it. He wore a sinister smirk on his face, unlike the Dream the two knew.

Error noticed Ink's shocked,maybe even slightly terrified expression and growled quietly.

"Ink, Eraser probably knows this guy. Act like it." he grumbled out through gritted teeth.

"How am I supposed to do tha-" Ink was interrupted by something hurling towards him. It hit him square in the chest, knocking him back. As soon as the Artist landed in a leap on the ground, the mysterious object disappeared.

He didn't move, even after that.

Error looked at him, in shock- Ink was never the one to be knocked out so quickly.
Before he could do or say anything, a similar object being shot at him. He managed to dodge at the last second though, unlike his companion.

He stumbled, landing on his rear end with a hiss of slight pain- that wasn't a soft landing.
The Destroyer didn't have a chance to recover as he had to roll away from another attack, which blew up the moment it hit something this time.

Error instinctively reached for his cheeks to pull at his strings, remembering that he unfortunately couldn't  summon them in this Story. He growled, angry at whoever sent them here, cursing them mentally.

He didn't notice the orb of energy flying towards him.

...

BUT I REFUSED.

Ink sprouted out from a puddle of paint that suddenly appeared in front of Error. The Artist was, somehow, back in his usual clothing. He was even wielding his trusty paintbrush.