Ink VS Error

Ink felt a strong tug in his bones. He looked back at the many gateways of AUs. Flowerfell was under attack, the floating island webbed with blue strings and dying flowers. The protector's eyes swirled into a dark crimson as he shot up. He threw his notebook and pencil aside and summoned his paintbrush. The giant art supply landed seamlessly into his hand. Ink leaped to the entry and bounded into the AU.

The flower infested area was being shattered. The snow was stained a bloody red whilst homes crumbled to the earth. Ink growled to himself. His scarlet eyes scanned the place in hopes of finding Error; no luck. He ran deeper into the annihilated AU desperately. Still nothing. He wasn't there. His strings cloaked the entire area but Error himself wasn't to be seen. Ink whirled around after hearing footsteps. Nobody was there. The deathly silence brought a violent sense of eeriness to the broken AU. It wouldn't take long until it would be completely gone. Ink had to do something about- "argh!" the Protector was thrust to the ground in a sharp pain. He flipped himself onto his back in agony and saw a dark silhouette looming above him. Error. The bone locked into Ink's flank began dyeing black with his blood. Ink ignored the sting and thrust himself at the destroyer, who dodged almost seamlessly. The artist growled again. He clenched his paintbrush and swept the air with it, which shot a purple streak of paint straight at Error. The colour splattered over the glitchy skeleton's body, which earned a disgruntled hiss in response. Before Error threw another attack at his rival, Ink snapped his fingers. The purple paint formed into a strong line of chains that tightened over the destroyer. The dark skeleton squirmed helplessly, but it didn't take long for him to realize it was useless. He flopped to the ground and huffed in defeat.

Ink lowered his weapon. It was never this easy to beat Error... The protector lifted his non-existent eyebrow. "That's it?" he blinked. Error gave Ink the exact same look, but it somehow held a more passive aggressive aesthetic. "Yeah. What else am I supposed to do?" He growled. Ink made a hmm sound and stared at his enemy for an uncomfortable amount of time. "So are you going to let me out or what?" the destroyer hissed. The protector snapped back into reality, "of course! I... What was I talking about again?" He trailed off and glanced around the slowly crumbling AU. Error hissed a sour, deep sigh and watched with disgruntled eyes as the creator tried to remember something that happened less than a minute ago. "Just let me go."

Still questioning, Ink nodded and let the chains melt into paint once again. Error grinned "you damn idiot." he pounced to his feet and summoned a ring of gaster blasters around the oblivious protector. They all burst with the deadly light in sync, the roar of their attacks ringing throughout the entire wasteland. Once the cluster of dust had spread, the ball of black ink burst and the skeleton was unharmed - except for the wound in his flank, of course. Error snarled. He summoned his sharpened bones which were tossed swiftly at Ink. Ink drew a wall of ebony paint that blocked the majority of the red weapons, but the last of them burst through and knocked the skeleton down. The glitchy destroyer pelted towards him. Ink threw a couple of his own bones at his enemy. Error was thrust back, biding Ink time to his feet and defeat Error again. He positioned his brush above the skeleton; blood ruby eyes glaring down. The destroyer sneered up at him. "Go on. Do it." his face twisted into a smirk as he watched the protector's expressions go from anger, to hesitance, then pulled back to anger. Ink brought his arms back to his side and clicked one of his fingers, summoning a portal to the anti-void beneath Error. "Wait I didn't mean-" as he spoke Error began to fall and Ink shut the portal again. He hoped the destroyer wouldn't come back for vengeance or anything like that. Finally, the artist poised himself and looked across the vast wasteland of destruction. "Oh boy..." he rumbled silently, "I have some fixing to do..."