WAR(?)
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"G-God da-damnit I-Ink. Y-You re-really FUC-FUCKED up th-this ti-time." Error hissed, glancing over every destroyed building by ink's body pressure, and various attacks laid on them. Accidentally."Well," Ink shrugged. "Artist's make mistakes at some point." He chuckled, and proceeded to grab for his broomy. Error, swiping the brush away with strings cackled.
"H-hHAHAahaH- MIS-MISTAKES?! O-OH! TH-THE PROTE-PROTECTOR (or creator however you see him as) OF TH-THE MULT-MULTIVERSE! AN-AND YOU?! M-MAKE A MIS-MISTAKE?!" Error shouted."Hey, buddy there's no need to TANGLE your STRINGS." Ink teased. "Stu-Stupid I-Ink.."Error muttered and blushed a light golden hue.
Error can't help but feel a certain way when the artist talks like that. "No. What's wrong with ME, I cant like HIM.He's the Enemy."Error muttered."What was that, Error? Your yarn is in a KNOT?" Ink teased once again."AL-ALRIGHT, THA-THATS IT!" Error hissed, threw the brush back at Ink and teleported away.
"Hm, That was fun!" Ink chuckled to himself, and repainted the damage that has been done.
(im sorry this is short)
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Fanfiction(This is a multi-ship story(?). PLease dont attack me if there isn't ships that you like, a man needs to dream.) ~this story suports: Afterdeath Inkerror (or Errink) Crossmare (or Nightcross) Kreme (or Driller) and, Kustard
