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Chapter I

Destruction 

Ink swirled around, quickly getting back onto his feet before turning back to catch Error, but it was too late. The glitchy skeleton had his strings tied around each AUs' page. Error cast two more of his crimson bones at Ink, the artist seamlessly bounded passed the weapons, still racing towards his enemy. The destroyer narrowed his eyes and with a macabre smirk, clenched his hand into a fist which ripped each AU in halves and quarters. Ink felt his heart tighten. He fell onto his knees, stiff; his eyes still set on the skies of fluttering pieces of paper. The golden and turquoise of his orbs flickered into a deep blue, sadness began bubbling up, threatening to spill from his eyes. All of his work, his effort, for nothing. Ink sunk his fingers into the floor of the doodle sphere.

"You killed them all," The protector whimpered, "Why, Error?"

The glitch grinned, "I've told you why millions of times before, if you don't understand by now, you'll never understand..."

Ink stayed silent. How was he going to respond to that? There was no way he could bring back the AUs now... At least the pain won't last much longer, Error was sure to kill him now.

"But, of course I'm not going to hurt you anymore," the glitchy skeleton snarled smugly, "I don't need to- I don't want to."

Ink's large orbs glittered with a slight tint of yellow in them, he turned his head to face Error with hope fluttering slightly in his bones. Error still kept the fierce look of spine on his face though,

"I want you to suffer for as long as possible, or perhaps, even, kill yourself." the destroyer chirped; then turned his macabre eyes to stare into Ink's,

"Bye-bye."

With that, Error turned, summoned the portal to his anti-void, and disappeared into it. Ink was left in his doodle sphere. Alone. The paper was either still fluttering deeper and deeper into his void, or had landed on the island Ink was sitting on. The protector wiped his ebony blood from any wounds he had received, using his giant paintbrush to re-draw any tears in his clothing. His eyes were more emotionless than ever, but the throbbing of pure melancholy still whirled around in his mind. What now? He could talk to nobody; well, besides Dream- but everyone else was gone. Dead. Dead. He let out a long sigh and looked up at the glimmering copper skies, it was blank. Without the dapples of star-like pages it was a blank area.