Web of Stringed Negativity (Rewrite)

A Prologue

Running.

Yelling.

Fighting.

These are three simple words that describe the shit show Error was in right now. He had been minding his own business, doing his usual routine of world destruction when Ink had to come and fuck it up. However it wasn't like this had happened before, infact this happened a lot more often then Error was comfortable with. Not to mention the stupid artist had brought his friends and pill popped his red vial like an energy drink.

He shook his head in disapproval and charged, oversized brush in hand. " I'm done giving you warnings!". He swung his brush fast and hard, however the destroyer skidded to the side. This really pissed off Ink, infact, it was beyond pissing him off, he was so angry and furious. Error held out his hands as blue strings whipped through the air snatching at Ink. Dream nocked an arrow as he aimed at Error and let it fly.

Dream watched the destroyer dodge out of his arrow's way. He didn't like fighting Error, not really, he didn't like fighting anyone, especially his brother or his gang. He wasn't sure if Error was part of it or not, he seemed like a perfect fit to be in his brother's gang, but he's never seen them interact, if anything it was probably for the best. He loaded another arrow, shaking his head out of his thoughts. Error was unleashing his signature blue strings mainly towards Ink's direction, however a few strayed to his direction. He fumbled with his bow trying to straighten the arrow and letting it fire towards the strings. He breathed a sigh of relief as the strings quickly became tangled from catching the arrow. A glitched scream rang out causing chills to go down his spine.

He quickly swivelled to see Error pinned on the ground by Ink, all of a sudden Dream noticed something. " Ink where's blue?!" Dream shouted in a panic. Ink didn't even look up, his eyes switching from targets to squares, triangles, all varying shades of red, he had Error pinned via bones lodged in the arms and legs. The pain was sickening to Dream, he had to mentally stop himself from throwing up. He didn't want to leave Ink alone but if he stayed any longer he might be physically sick for a while, and how could he be a good guardian if he had to stay at home? He figured he'd use this time to look for Blue. " I'm going to look for Blue!" he knew Ink wouldn't hear him, there was no talking to him like this, he quickly put his bow and arrow on his shoulder just in case he would need it and ran off.

Ink put his foot on Error's chest, causing a wheezed and strained "Fuck you!" from Error. He scowled. "All you do is hurt the multiverse, you're a stuck up hypocrite!" Ink shouted. Error turned his head and spat out blood. " Oh I'm the hypocrite?!" He yanked up his arms, threw the bones that had been pinning him and threw Ink to the ground. The artist quickly got up on his feet and ran forward with his brush, striking Error, as the other had barely managed to get up successfully. Error stumbled back, raising his hands as five glitched, and battle scarred blasters appeared and on command, fired. Ink forward slided underneath the beams as there was a black char on the ground where he once stood.

Error was definitely running out of things to do to keep Ink at bay, especially since his vial energy seemed everlasting at times like this. He wasn't undead like Ink was, he was living, breathing, and if pushed to his limits, could die. His high HP and Defense, not to mention his healing capacity was most unusually unmatched, but if anybody could push him to his brink it was, even though he'd never admit it, Ink. He was snapped back to reality out of his thoughts when ink smacked him across the face with 'broomy'. Error released more of his blue strings to snare the brush. Usually the artist would whine and cry like a child if his brush was taken away, but he didn't even hesitate to let it go and charge full speed at Error, an Ink bone in hand. This caught the destroyer off guard as he summoned a bone wall to stop Ink in his tracks. He heard a splat sound as he quickly turned to see Ink appearing from an Ink puddle behind him. 'Just fucking great.' He wasn't good at close combat, so he quickly grabbed onto one of his blue strings as it lifted him in the air. And little did he know, that that was an unfortunate move.