[DISCONTINUED] Tangled Strings

Chapter 1: Dreams?

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["Hello" speech]
['hello' thoughts]

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Rebooting always hurt like hell, it was like strings were wrapping around his throat and pulling tighter and tighter. Sometimes he would sit there for hours as his throat seemed to be splitting apart, unable to move, scream, beg for MERCY. He wasn't used to it to say the least, even after however long it's been.

Something he wasn't used to was sleeping, dreams included. Sometimes he would see an old temple, others he'd see a dust covered shrine. A familiar shrine. Each dream included soft whispers, souls, red candles, endless white, and strings of varying colors. And each time he would get up and destroy an AU to forget, put it on the back burner at least. That was what led to the endless weeks of destruction.

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With the soul of determination wrapped up he took one last glance around the AU, HospiceTale and swiped on the window of codes. The snow had been replaced by dust,

Destruction of HospiceTale, the original, was the last to fall. This one had far too many copies for his liking, it was void of hope. HE had been on a depressing streak as of late. 'this is too much', his stomach churned at the dust. Unjust deaths, suffering and all thanks to the m3rc!fu1 creator.

'He asks why every. TIME. What he doens't question it why he has room in his dam sketchbook!' he screamed as the codes around him crumbled. Unbeknownst to him another skeleton had entered the AU. This one had a paintbrush strapped on his back, and a smear of black paint on his cheek. His eyes wereflashing as he glared at the destroyer

"ERROR YOU ASS" and before Error knew it, red paint was flung in his direction. Swiftly ducking he grimaced as his glitched voice came to life, "h£|\0 ¡|\|K," stretching he looked back, "he|\o br0.mi3."
Ink blinked for a second before he plucked a vial from his sash and slammed it. "It doesn't matter if he greets us Broomie, he KILLED one of our AUs AGAIN!" he scoffed at the brush and swung it. 'shit'

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"Error had escaped for the 12th time this week!" Ink shouted as he entered DS "A whole line of AUs just destroyed!" yellow light shimmered around his body as he closed the portal. The AU was silent as he fumed, Dream neither Blue were here then. Snapping his fingers he dropped his sash on the floow while walking over to a sketchbook. Sighing he deflated as he pulled apart the sketchbook, watching the pages fly into their places. It was always calming in the golden room there's always endless amounts of possibilities. Looking over the room he grabbed a fresh page, "What shall we do today Broomie?" and thus he jumped into the paper, vials full and broom at the ready.