An Unwanted Glitch Like Me (ErrInk) ~Completed!~

Chapter 2: Finally out

(A/N Hello, hello my ladies, gents, and non gender bound peeps. It is the 2nd chapter already. I do so hope you will enjoy reading this as I quite enjoy making it. That's all for now, please put your constructive criticism or feedback in the comments. Have a great day and/or night!)

"...You shouldn't be here"

I whipped my head around but of course, saw nothing in the white.

"He-hello? Did someone say something?"

No answer. I look around some more with no luck. Just white everywhere. I sigh and lay down. 'How long have I been in here?' A clattering and scraping noise makes me leap to my feet again.

"Wow... I never thought anyone from InkTale would survive. This is amazing! Huh... you don't have much memory of InkTale do you? And your SOUL is shredded. How you aren't dust is beyond me little Sans. Come with me, let me help."

All of a sudden the whispering was sounding like normal talking and something appeared in front of me! I don't know what it was but it was so... colorful. I ran towards it, wanting to hold on to that color and light and never let it go from this white, bare place. It put up a hand that was quite unlike my own, it was a strange tannish color and definitely less pointy. I stopped and looked at it. It gazed back with something like an amused expression.

"It was so long ago that all of the InkTale AUs were destroyed. Have you been in here all this time? With no emotions? I bet all this white was starting to freak you out, huh? This is an anti-void by the way, and I'm Fair Light. One of the only good creators left... I helped Tussle create InkTale. Unfortunately, the destroyers found a way to dust all of the InkTale AUs before any of you had a chance to grow up and stop them. Am I talking to fast? Let me backtrack."

I nodded meekly, unable to do much else. It sat down with me on the white floor and started to go into detail of the few creators who were now even fewer now that some had lost their creativity. It told me of the different InkTale universes and how someone called Nightmare, a destroyer, and his followers had ripped all of the InkTale universes to shreds. It then asked to see my arms. I showed it. Two swirling tattoos on each arm, then one going across each side of my ribs. Six in total. It made some sad muttering noise and touched a spot on my cheek.

"Yes. Each one represents one of your AUs. The splotch on your cheek came from your own AU being destroyed I assume. The fact that Ink Sans is supposed to be connected to other AUs actually proved to be a weakness instead of a strength that we planned. Ink Sans was supposed to help us creators draw new AUs and help us battle against the Destroyers because Blueberry and Dream were struggling so much. The Dark Creators are far more numerous than us and they are able to make stronger Sanses."

It then went into detail of how AUs were formed and how they had to be fully formed to work at all. And with less Creators it was getting harder to complete new AUs. After the entire take down of seven AUs at once, the Creators had almost lost hope. It then explained what InkTale was like and the life I would have lived, as my particular universe didn't have many genocide runs. I felt that ache in my ribcage again as it explained things like childhood and siblings. When it finished, it looked up at me and saw nothing but my interested face. It then did something very strange. It bopped itself over the head with its own hand.

"How could I forget? Without a SOUL, you don't have any emotions do you?"

It then reached into a fold of its leg coverings and pulled out a small wooden stick. The stick was a vibrant yellow and had pink on one end and a silvery gray at the other.

"This is a pencil. I'm going to draw something for you that will act similarly to Fresh Sans' glasses. It will hold artificial emotions for you. As long as you have it near you at all times and drink a small sip every day from each vial it will give everyone the illusion of a fully functional being."

I tilted my head curiously. I didn't really know who Fresh? was, but I remembered the look on the small, playing skeleton and knew that he was "happy". I wanted to feel happy too! The Creator was drawing something and I glanced around again. Still no change to the white nothingness. I scrunched my eye sockets closed again as I remembered the small, shivering skeleton. It was the same one that was playing in the snow? Were these... memories? Were they supposed to ache this much? I sighed slowly and realized something. I was... enjoying this throbbing in my ribcage. It felt... right I guess. The creator made some sort of "Aha" noise and I looked up again. They were holding up a sort of long strap that had little tubes stuck to it. As I watched, the Creator stood up and walked a bit away. It tapped the pencil on something in the air? 'What is it doing?' Suddenly, a large, silver thing popped up out of nowhere. It gestured for me to come over then started putting the vials I think they're called, under the silver thing and pressed a silvery button. A humming sound and paints of all colors dripped into the vials, each a different color. It stepped back and admired its Hand-iwork. I chuckled to myself, not knowing where that came from.

"This machine was part of where the original Ink Sanses would get their paint refilled, but with a few modifications it now can refill your emotions. Unfortunately that means you will have to come back here every once in a while to refill. Oh! You need the Ink Sans brush!"

With that it pulled out what I recognized as a paintbrush. It handed it to me and waved happily as I put on the strap which had a clip for the large brush in the back. I was suddenly flooded with emotions, from happy to sad, curious to fearful. A large sound suddenly blasted through the nothing and the Creator cringed away from it.

"Oh, that means I have to leave, I've spent too much time here already. Sorry about this... I promise the other Star Sanses will explain everything!"

After that, a hole opened up in the floor beneath me and I was falling, I saw the Creator disappear before the hole closed and my eye sockets opened wide. There was color everywhere! I only managed to roll into a tight ball before I hit some water with a large splash. I heard some panicked yelling and was being dragged from the water before I passed out.

"Hey! Hey, can you hear me?!?"