Almost (an fgod book)DISCONTINUED

chapter one: The edge.

A middle hight skeleton with bones as dark as charcoal stood at the edge.
His scarf was a blue-ish grey and his hoodie black which faded to blue at the ends of his sleaves.
His clothes were torn and they looked like they had been down together million of times and he himself was littered with cracks, cuts and bruises.
'What if I....'
He mentaly slaped himself.
'No! You cant do that! You ar the one holding this multiveres together!'
"But would anyone care?"He asked himself out loud.

He was blissfully unaware of the three skeletons spying on him.
They all had ivory white bones, they called themselves the star sanses.
And they were the only thing holding the multiverse or so they thought.

The leader of the star sanses was an artist, he was the protected and creater of all the aus.
He wore a sashe of vials that housed his emotions, a jumper around his waist and a beige shirt.
He called himself Ink

The second member was the guardian of positivity he wore a yellow Cape that flew silently in the wind, golden crown almost on his head and he bore a folder staff.
His name was Dream.

The third member wore a blue bandanna, a grey shirt and blue boots.
He was fun loving made hor- delicious tacos and was sometimes referred to as the god of friendship as he always looked for the good in everyone.
He liked to be called by the name Blue.

Now back to the dark boned skeleton.
As I said before his bones were as dark as charcoal.
His scarf was a dark desaturated blue.
His jacket a black and his shorts were dark grey.
He was the destroyer of worlds and the god of destruction.
He had many names, and called himself by one he merely tolerated.
He liked none of the names that were given to him and tolerated only one.
He called himself Error

Now back to the story

"Stop right there Error!"Ink shouted.
"How nice to see you here Ink." He put on an insane grin.
"Your rain of terror is over." Shouted Dream
"I see you brought your petty sidekick with you." He joked.

Ink picked up his broomie and flung red paint at Error.
Error dodged with ease by stepping back.
Dreams staff turned into a bow and he fired relentlessly.
Error dodged every single one by walking backwards.

He looked over his shoulder to see the edge surprisingly close.
One more splotch of paint flew at him.
He stepped backwards avoiding it but forgetting about the edge.

He fell down.

He clung on to the edge for dear life....

449 words
Cliff hanger pun intended.
Anyway I hope you liked it.
If you didn't I wouldn't mind some helpful criticism to help me improve.