I can't tell if I came around because I was laying on the cold floor or because I could hear someone talking. Wait, talking? No one knows where the anti-void is. Let alone know what it is, I quickly open my eyes to the dark ceiling above me decorated in loose hanging electrical wires. I'm not in the Anti-void. I'm still in the True Lab.
But didn't I get out? No...Ink attacked. I quickly sit up in a panic. Where is he? The blast, how did I survive that? I rub my hand over my face. Wait, where are my glasses? I look down to see something that is sure to haunt me forever...
These aren't my hands. I'm beyond panic mode now. Borderline panic attack, I stare at the white bone. And then at what I'm wearing, a tan scarf is wrapped loosely around my neck. And an arsenal of paint is armed to my chest. Yep, I'm definitely not okay. Filled with fear, questions run through my head. They go through my mind almost as painfully as the blast did. What even was the blast? Where is Ink? Was he in my body? Can we fix this? Can I fix this? Did the blast cause this?
At this point I'm rocking on the floor, in Ink's body. If I was in my body right now there would be error signs flying everywhere. The panic attack may have crashed my system...
Ink is going to crash! Forgetting my own panic I search for Ink's panic ridden self instead. All I really had to do is follow the random muttering and voila there he is. The blast didn't take me...well I guess Ink, that far. Ink is laying down on the floor. I bend down, cautious to the error signs popping up. We may relate in the fact that we are both confused, but only I know how to (somewhat) manage the error signs.
"Ink, you need to breathe for me, okay?" My words come out in his voice and freaks me out. But trying to show him how to breathe calmly made me realize I am almost breathing as shallow as he is. My glasses on my face are crooked and I see his glazed over eyes. I can't decipher what he's mumbling. I place a hand on his shoulder and my brow deepens in worry.
"Can you hear me?" I ask anxiously. The error signs keep popping up. At this rate, he's going to crash. And recovering from a crash takes hours...maybe even days.
I don't know how use Ink's magic to make a portal to the Anti-Void. And if anyone from this universe sees an Error in a panic attack, vulnerable. They would end him...there and then. At that point I would be stuck as Ink forever.
But I need to keep calm. I need to breathe. But my chest only tightens and my throat closes up. With a firm hand on Ink's arm, I start rambling too.
"It's going to be okay. We are going to figure this out. One. Step. At. A. Time." I punctuate with every breathe. "This is another puzzle we need to piece together. Just like the ones in the Ruins." I rationalize. I need to put this in perspective. Everything that happens can be undone, right?
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Fanfiction"This is how it came to be. And now I can finally show you." I say to...myself? "Error, there is no time for this!" Ink screams at me. It's weird being able to see yourself from a different point of view. It's weird to have your bodies swapped with...
