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

His Demise. . ?

Oh wow, I'm actually making a second chapter!?

Lol sorry, anyone that's been here for a long time would know I don't tend to stick to any projects I start.

Though my stuff will be updated slowly, please have patience with me, everyone. If it gets too bad I may open up for someone to help me make chapters- quq

Fantasy is Ink.
Violet is Fantasy's Human.

Multiverse- a line of Aus all connected to a single mainframe or idea. In this case- Undertime is the mainframe/idea.

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Previously. . .

“Oh, you have an 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

Ink, or better known as Fantasy was having one of the worst runs in his Universe. Scratch that, in his own 'Multiverse'. everyone seemed to be going missing and he couldn't concentrate on his art. No matter how much he tried.

From not so good friends to people who were extremely close to him, just poof, gone.

It was worrisome,
He slowly started to panic.

Ever since Violet showed up monsters had just been in hiding? No, no, he'd know about that. Regardless of what was going on Fantasy was totally unaware of Violet's Violence.

By the time he came to terms with it, by the time he put his supplies down and was ready to fight, the world around them had seemed to freeze.

The young girl giggling in delight as the walls around them started to pixelate more. Hoping in and out of existence

Everything before Him begun to dissolve, Leaving the Skeleton in a stunned state allowing the child.

The hacker,
Her, to dart forward-

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Then everything went black.

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Then he woke up with a loud gasp.
Starring around in the plane ash gray room he was now in. One blink, two, three, his cheeks are still wet...

In fact, he feels extremely soaked—
His hand went up, rubbing his face. The moment his hand pulled back he flung it away with a gasp, a thick white goop (no. It's not what you're thinking, YA NASTY.) stuck to his gloved hand.

With several sharp inhales he called out, once, twice, a third time.

*But, Nobody Came.

More silent tears rolled down his sockets mixing with his now melting form, “Help-” he had cracked out pleading to his own echo at this point. “I wanted excitement-! Not- Not THIS”

*“He had come to believe it that this was it, he had gotten the best of life and now was meeting his end.” the child sighed out to you

*“But, fortunately for Fantasy; this wasn't his Demise. For it was simply the beginning of his true story.”

To be continued. . .