"My name is Fantasy." ~ A Errorink story [OLD//CANCELLED]

The Introduction

First of all, hello!
Welcome to a book I actually have a will to make. In fact, I'm writing this cause many have told me I should sit down and write my AUs down and such. This one is dedicated to My maw maw Tosha. She encouraged it the most so the least I can do is actually give it a shot, right?

So, this is an AU I made, called UnderTime. It's a strange name I know. But it's the best I could come up with. If you feel like you come up with a better name please feel free to contact me. Just like if you spot spelling errors please tell me so I can change it-!

Finally,
Fantasy is Ink
Reality is Error

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*You come across a journal. . . Read it?
[*Yes.] *No.

*you open the journal and begin to read the writing.

Since the beginning of time, A Creator sounded so absurd. The Idea of someone or something making every place become true was simply bizarre. No one had a reason to conclude that there was one. Mostly, cause there wasn't.

There wasn't a Creator, no one had made them, they had come to existence on their own.

What about Ink? Didn't he play a part?
No, No he didn't, Ink wasn't a thing, at least not the one we were given by the wonderful Comyet we all know.

'Ink' was never scraped, never a cruddy sketch that had no value at first. In fact, he was finished, with a wonderful home, amazing friends and basically lived a happy life. Creating beautiful art, having a career for being a graffiti artist.

Though not many minded him being the creative sans he had become. Being the same loveable squid we come to love except he didn't have to carry the weight of the Universes on his own shoulders. Nor did he know the other two Star Sanses.

His life is and was such a

Fantasy.

Sometimes he'd wish for an adventure, just something to happen that's unusual. Something to make his story less boring.

Just as creation, destruction seemed to be altogether ridiculous. If there were no one spawning more worlds then why would there be another being destroying them?

Point made, it simply made no kind of sense.

So, you may now be wondering-
Then what about Error?

He exists yes, but just as Ink, he isn't exactly who we think he is. Of course, we all love the original we was give by the just as wonderful Crayon Queen.

Though, 'Error', is in the same state as 'Ink'. He has his own home, family, even friends and less destructive hobbies. The only thing is, they existed on the surface.

A dream come true, right?

Wrong.

They had managed to escape much quicker then the main frame, or better known as UnderTale. Which landed out on a whole new round of conflicts between Humans and Monsters.

Racism, was a huge one. Monsters immediately being seen as a lower race that could be rid of.

For 'Error' it was even worse, seeing he was different then everyone else around him. Spazing and incapable of withstanding most contact. Every second, of every hour, of every day, was a living hell for him. A constant fight, only gaining any down time at the night.

Often sitting up late, just to see a single episode of something, or to go and get food for him and his two brothers 'Geno' and 'Fresh'. Then on the rarest of occasion, he make push dolls based on anyone he could remember.

His life was a rough, cold,

Reality.

But he was thankful for it, even if he sit and wishes that things would be simpler, that he could just have a bit of sunshine.

*There was a soft pitter patter coming your way.

"I see, you found my journal."

*you turn, there stood a child only a few steps away.

*Ask them about the journal?
[*Yes] No.

"Oh, you have interest in Fantasy and Reality? Well, have a seat, please, allow me to share their story with you."

*Accept their offer?
[*Yes] No.

*you took a seat, they sat in front of you. Taking their journal, they shut it and smiled.

"It all started many years ago. . ." They started

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To be continued. . .