ReFLeCtiOn (Fgod) (Discontinued)

1. The Void

Error's pov

Error was stargazing for a while with clicks of 2 needles in his hand, knitting a new scarf for himself using his signature dark blue strings to make it more durable so it doesn't get easily destroyed in battles.

Somehow, Ink just took a break and stopped creating for once.

With the last knot of the scarf, he lifted the project up, admiring it.

It was similar to the scarf in Underverse but with a little difference.

The dark blue fading into midnight blue at the ends along with different sized dots representing the stars in Outertale.

Taking off his old scarf that was beaten up to rags with all the rips and burns and put on the soft, newly made scarf.

Error opened a pocket dimension that is basically his inventory and tossed the scarf in, not wanting to just throw it away after long years surviving with the scarf.

Also, throwing his needles into his inventory.

He went back to staring into space.

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A sound of a portal was heard.

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He snapped his head to the portal and Ink was right there in front of him with his giant brush out, ready to attack.

Before Error could have any chance to say anything, Ink shouted, "Error! I won't let you destroy this AU just like the other AUs!"

Error stood up from his favorite cliff and sighed.

"Ink, I'm not in the mood to fight," Error stuffed his hands in his pocket.

Just as he said that, Ink charged toward Error.

He slashed his brush and Error barely dodged the red paint coming towards him.

Error teleported away from Ink.

"Can't you just try to listen?" Error kept his emotionless face.

Portals started to form around them.

Many originals and copies surrounds Error.

"Really, Ink? I thought you were smarter than that," Error clearly amused.

"This is your end of destruction!" Error being ignored again.

Error sighed and got into his fighting stance.

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There was dust and blood everywhere.

The originals being strung up or unconscious.

The two gods panting.

Error's new scarf was slightly ruined.

New wounds appeared on Error's bones.

Ink slashed one last red paint to Error.

Error was too tired and injured to move fast enough.

The paint hit his torso.

He was knocked into the Void.

Error didn't have time to use his strings to get back up.

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Nonononononono

I can't leave them.

Blue, the gang, and my two brothers, Geno and Fresh.

They are all my family.

I can't just let them die in a collapsing multiverse.

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He felt himself get ripped apart and put back together, over and over again.

The pain littered his whole body but, he was used to it from all the beating he got from Ink and the good sanses.

Error fell unconscious.

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