Painting My Broken Heart (Ink Sans X reader) //DISCONTINUED//

Chapter 9: Void

Ink's POV
Error gave out a little chuckle, making me take a step back. A sharp pain hit my head. Holding my head, my emotions start to fade away; leaving me with white coloured pupils. Looking at my vials, I get ready to take one to receive my emotions but am stopped from Error's strings wrapping my arms. Error comes close to my face, I don't flinch nor do I move back.
"If you really must know, I've been treating him as my puppet with the use of my strings" he stopped, letting out a glitchy laugh and continued "That's how I've been forcing him to murder his brother OVER AND OVER" he said in a demonic voice while his eyes turn into errors. I had no feelings towards this, all I knew was that I had to free Blueberry and Y/N from Error with no emotional distractions. "Hey!" I hear Y/N yell, we both look at her and I take the chance to hit Error with my paintbrush, throwing him across the void. Escaping from his strings, I teleport, landing in front of him. Error looks shocked from my sudden reaction but continues to fight. Error's strings come to me at an alarming speed, in which I swiftly dodge, not touching a single one.

Error's POV
It seems Ink hasn't taken his paint vials, which is a little nerve wracking. I didn't expect Ink to be this serious about something, that he would not let his emotions overcome him because of that. Ink quickly teleports in front of my face. I could see his white pupils through his eye sockets vibrating, his emotionless face made me more pissed. Before I could defend myself, he quickly splashes purple paint on to me, a second later, it turns into chains. Growling, I try to get out of the chains grasp. Ink looks at me, knowing that his job is done. He grabs out a yellow coloured paint vial and drinks it. Ink's eyes changed back to normal; his eye in his left socket being a sky blue and his other eye in his right socket being a bright yellow star. The emotions started flooding his face and I could see now that he was not happy. "Error, leave Blueberry alone or I will have to resort to extreme measures. I'm warning you. I can't have you corrupt people's minds like this." Ink says. Knowing that I had lost the fight, I give in and allow him to retrieve Blueberry. Ink removes the painted chains and he quickly teleports out of the void with Blueberry and Y/N in his grasp.

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Glitching heavily, I sit down, looking up at the puppets hung around the void.