Shades of Time

Chapter Three: Dance

Error easily dodged Ink's paints, his own strings blocking the creator at every turn.

To outsiders, it was almost a dance, a very destructive, deadly dance.

Ink's eyelight's were a fiery red, angry at Error for destroying his creations.

Error mentally sighed.

He was so tired of these battles, especially now that he remembered who he truly was.

Yet, he couldn't let his thoughts drift, for he hadn't been able to patch this AU's data due to its unstable core coding, and as such, it had to go.

Fate gave him no choice.

So the dance of destruction continued.

Error ended the dance, deleting the final code, and left between one step and the next.

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From one step to another, Error went from Error to Goth.

The markings on his body glowing brightly, making it look like his bones were shaded purple in the endless white of the anti-void.

Screens appeared around him, codes only he understood.

A small smile crept up his face, seeing that for the moment there was no patches needed, nor any orders of destruction.

Laughing, he left the anti-void.

He, of all people, had free time.

And he had research to do.

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They were Fate.

The great weaver.

They were also Destiny.

They wove the lives of those in the great tapestry of their multiverse, from the first spark of life to the end, when that flame was snuffed out, and the thread was cut.

They were neutral to all things.

And sometimes, that meant that they had to make choices that most would call evil.

But they were neither good or evil.

They were merely following the great plan.

A dance of stories across their multiverse.

Ink was their first and greatest child.

They wrote their duty into the other's soul, and introduced him to his multiverse.

Ink followed the script, creating when it was needed, patching what was damaged, and destroying when it was too late to patch.

Then... Ink fell in love.

It was not fated.

Nor his destiny.

His one did not exist yet.

Fate tried to tell him.

But Ink ignored them.

And the being he loved did not belong.

And this being he loved ripped out his soul, and hid it.

Ink was left soulless, a broken being who could no longer hear Fate.

His heart remained, giving him life, but that was not enough.

And so a cascade of creation began.

Fate could do nothing, as Ink was the only avatar they were allowed.

They looked for a way to stop the end.

And they saw a being in another multiverse, one who could rival Ink.

The admin told them the being was called Error.

Yet, they had no Error.

All Inks needed an Error.

So they did the unforgivable.

They plucked a being from the future, overwriting their destiny.

Until Ink's soul was found, Error- or rather, Goth- would never be free from the dance of Creation and Destruction.