Forced God of Creation [Completed]

T E N - yin and yang?

It started to get boring.
Everyday I would check on Ink to try to find what was wrong with him.
Apparently, we werent that different after all:
-does not eat
-does not sleep
-has a voice too but a different kind
-trust issues
-knows how to kill all of them
-tried to kill himself
-wronged
-and many more
And it indeed was boring, so one day I decided to take a break and leave Ink alone for a few days, think it was fine.

ᴏʜ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ
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When I came back, I freezed before running away, puking out my insides. I would never come back, after what I saw... Ice cold tears spiked my eye sockets, "aaaAHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed in pain.

Ink was-

Ink was D̸̢̬̭̺̻̜̟͂̏͐͘̕̚Ȇ̶͈̹̳͕̻̓́̇͠A̵̢͙̲̮̦̫͚̓̽̋̈́̇̕̕ͅͅD̸̥̳̖͇̉̀

And it was my fault

If only I was not lazy
If only I looked after him more
If only I cared for him more

T̸̛̗̞̫͚̂͐͗́̆̽̃̌͠h̷̥̼̳̦̟̟͕̙͙̐̍̿̚͘ȅ̴̼ń̵̡͉̞͒͒̔̿̐͌͐̓ ̴̟̼̜̪͉͇͂̂͛̀̉ͅì̸͔̥̔n̵̡̨̙̞̲͉̞̝͎̿́̌̑̿k̵͔̱̯̞̓́̀͌̚ ̷̨̣͉̪̠͈̰̠̪̖͒̈́̏̍͋̕ẅ̶̗̺̖̟́͆͝ǫ̴̺̱͆̓̏͠ͅǔ̸͈̲̦̭̥̩l̸̨̝̣͉̺͇̘̜͆̀̑͒̿͗d̴͖͈͌̎͋̎̏ ̸̨̛̳͖̭̘͍̘͖̼͑͌̅̓̋͝n̴̠͊̂ò̷̪̲̤̫̠̠̞͎͚̠̔͑̄͗̕͝͠ẗ̴̡͈̥̝̙̖̻̞̯̮̆́̈́̐͘͝͝ ̷̝̦͉̦͂̀̈h̴̛͇̳͓̤̗͔͖̫̳̞̉̑̄͂̕ả̷͔̞̠̤̞̲̪͉̬̗v̷͚̦̤̜̰͌ͅͅe̸̡̛͔̼̬͑̎̾̉̆́̿̃ ̷̢̧̢̪̲̼̘͕͚̽̾͊h̷̨̛̠͋͂̓̈́̿͂̎̕a̵̡̡̧͎̗̼͋̇̈́͛̐̓͂̆͑̈́n̶̜͊̊̅̓̔̌̒̆̉̚ͅg̶̨̭͖̞̠̟̦̺͖͈̔̆͒͂͒͝͝è̷̻̿̃͘ď̸̬̬̼͐̒̓̐͝

̵̹̟̻͈̠̒̍̌͠h̵̛̗̭̪̬̮̥͂̇͜i̶̢̧̡̪̙̖͔̫̻͌̇͆̎̈́͆̓̐̚m̷̞̘̭̥̃s̶̮̲̣̗͙̲̯̀ĕ̴̪̖̔̀̿̀̃͂͜͠ḷ̶̛͕̤̟̼͖͓̘̠͂̌̽̄̀͐̽̀̔f̷͉̟̙̤̺̚͝

It was my fault! He-he died... because of me... I couldnt save another. A N D I T W A S A L L M Y F A U L T . . .

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I just created my house today! Dream and blue got me to, I don't know why, they said it is for me to get more normal. 'Sleep on a bed!' They told me, but I liked sleeping on the hard floor which hurt my ribs. They told me to eat like a normal skeleton, but I didnt need to eat, I didnt WANT to eat. I liked the feeling that came with it when I starved myself. They told me to take showers in the bathroom, instead of diving free into waterfalls, it felt much nicer, the freezing water against my bone, it hurt with all the water gushing forcefully at me, but I liked it... one day they asked me why I had so many knifes, I told them that I used it to cut. They were shocked. Well after that they removed everything sharp they could find. I don't get the meaning of normal anymore, if being normal means losing part of me, I don't want to be normal anymore! The only pain I disliked was when I created, it stung through my soul, made me feel sane yet insane at the same time. Hell, I even liked the pain I felt when Error destroyed the aus, I almost begged him to never stop. It was so addicting, it felt so good. And yet now, I am trapped again, all this time I was shouting Free, it was not my own voice, it sounded like free to me, not 𝔽ℝ𝔼𝔼. I was still trapped forever. My pain first started when I was created, I was the only one with feelings then, and now I am the only soulless one. The neglection I felt when the creators turned their attention to Error was enough to send me over the edge, I LOVED it. Then, they made me go through all the RESETS, all the different stories. What fourth wall trash is this? I slowly went to a state of resignation, considering that I am already insane. I listened numbly again and again as they called me the bad guy. And my voice didnt help either. Mistake I would tell myself... One day it hit me. I was giddy with excitement, I formed a noose with my scarf and I choked myself, clearly in euphoria. My only regret was that I couldnt say goodbye to Error, he gave me pain and hate and care all at once. When the others blindly 'pitied' me. I'm so sorry Error, the sound of death was just so inviting. I fell limp and I died, but how was I still thinking?...

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It was quiet, too quiet in fact. Ink would usually be hollering free in his enchanting gentle voice. He would shrieking free anytime now... It was still deathly silent, something is wrong! I quickened my steps, did I leave him hanging for too long? I slowly creaked open the door to the lab. " I - ink . . . ? "I called out. This cant be right, I must be blind?!! But no... what I saw was true. Ink hanging in the air, his legs dangling in the air. His head was tilted in such an angle that he was staring right at me, smiling. I froze, he looked so limp, and then I puked. I ran, ran away from this horrible scene, tears overflowed and I screeched, Ink is dead. Because of me... I need someone, please... not even the voices are here. Creators please, what you are putting me through is no break from all the pain, this is torture...

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Reapers POV

We all heard it. The egonizing scream. I summoned my sycthe, "R-reaper?" Geno stretched his hand out shyly. Huh? I stared at my sycthe then his hand, this usually happened when I̶ ̶a̶M̶ ̶n̶O̶t̶H̶i̶N̶g̶
I have to reap souls. I checked my notebook. "I-ink?!?!?" "What's wrong Reaper?" I stood there numb as Geno called my name again. I quickly grabbed Geno and spread my wings to find Error.

1 minute

5 minutes

10 minutes

Dang it! Where is Error?!

30 minutes

I heard very loud sobbing from the ground below. "Reaper! Look down!" I skydived and landed gracefully beside Error. Geno immediately lept towards Error, fussing over him. Not more than seconds later, the rest arrived, bombarding him with questions. I just stood there numb, Fresh was the one who noticed first, "Ma little broseph, you don't look so rad there broski!" And he still refused to drop that annoying 90's lingo! I lowered my gaze, showing him my notebook. "Error, what the f u c k happened?" Insane giggling. Thats what I heard. Then I realised...Ink sucided... "Error, I want you to tell me the fuck happened, why the fuck would Ink k i l l himself?" More insane giggling. "Ink, h-he hanged himself...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ITS ALL MY FAULT!" I growled, before teleporting all of us the the lab.

No one's POV

Everyone was shocked. They had expected a strange sense peace, but instead, they were greeted with wave after wave of ear-piercing slience. The place was filled with a retching disgusting scent. The pearl white walls werent even white anymore, stained with blood from hands that clawed desprately for escape. The floor was sticky and the hallways were trying to suffocate them all, screaming one thing at them, death. Then all of a sudden, they saw Ink, leaving them to puke themselves dry. Fresh blood still trickled from his eye sockets, leaving a permanent stain on his eyebags. Yet Ink still stared blankly ahead at them, causing a few shivers. And the thing was that he was smiling, a deranged yet happy smile... "He's not dead yet, otherwise he would be dust. Or Error will be screaming in pain for losing his other half." Nightmare stated. Error spoke up quietly, yet everyone heard it loud and clear,"Who the hell said we were connected?"

Cliffhanger >:3

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