[no one's pov]
The sound of blasters firing filled the area, Ink was only just able to call for help, and so help was arriving to try to help Ink, but were quickly outnumbered and captured, if not killed by the army they were faced against. There was no way they could help. Ink and some others were trapped in a ring, focusing on dodging attacks, sending an attack every now and then, most of those surrounding them were focusing on keeping them there.
Fate saw what was happening.
Ink knew he didn't stand a chance, anyone that would come to help would get surrounded almost immediately, but few were actually killed, but he didn't have time to think why, if he saw them arrive.
He was starting to run out of energy, and some hadn't even begun fighting, but he couldn't escape, every attempt to make a portal, it would either be destroyed somehow or he couldn't reach it. Trying to make a hole in the circle of 'attackers' was pointless, as more would come and fill in the gap almost instantly. Trying to get higher and go over was more difficult then trying to go through them, as they had a clear line to fire blasters at him, and going underground was impossible in the first place.
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[Ink's pov]
I don't understand why everyone is so against me.
I was protecting them. Right?
I had done wrong, with the dusttales and horrortales, but why this much backlash?
Error and Nightmare were evil. Right?
They do what they do because they enjoy it, right?
They said that they did.
They would never lie to me. Right?
They gave me these abilities, they said I could create as much as I want.
Why do they all hate me, if I haven't done much wrong?
I, haven't done that much wrong.
Right?
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[no one's pov]
Ink was running out of energy, and hasn't noticed that those surrounding him have slowed their own attacks to allow him to keep going without getting hit that much.
Nor did anyone notice the sky becoming brighter above them, not until someone yelled out about it, soon a bright flash beamed down, and Error and Nightmare got everyone out from directly under it, including Ink, who had no idea what was happening.
A figure of some sort stood where they had once been.
It towered over every one of them.
They all knew what it was.
Who it was.
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[Ink's pov]
What is going on?
They, forgot about me?
We were just fighting.
How could they just, take their attention away from me, just like that?
Just, tossed, aside.
"you were never the actual target, Ink"
I turn around and see Dream walking up to me, tears starting to form in my eyes, he looks sad?
"what, do you mean?" I ask as he sits next to me.
"we needed to make it seem like you were in danger, as much as possible, to draw them out"
"Fate, why?" I ask as I look back at the fight in front of us.
"because they could have ended this so long ago, by either telling you about the balance, or telling Error that there wasn't one to destroy for"
"what do you mean, 'balance'?" I ask, didn't they tell me there wasn't one?
"I, have a lot to explain."
[no one's pov]
There are four balances: the balance between life and death; between good and evil; between positivity and negativity; and between creation and destruction.
All have their own consequences, some far worse then others.
And the consequence of only half of each balance are more obvious and requires less thought.
Too many lives coming into the world, and the civilisations may not be able to help them all, and they will run out of resources and eventually die from overcrowding and overpopulation. And too much death, well, there won't be any life left if everyone dies.
Too much good in the world, and people will become weak, naïve, and easy to manipulate. And too much evil, very little will trust anyone, and no one will feel safe.
Too much positivity, and everyone will only ever be happy, but once something bad happens to someone, they start to have negative emotions, but if there is no negativity, they lose most of their emotions, and it spreads like a plague, turning people emotionless. The same goes for negativity.
And, obviously, too much destruction will destroy most, if not every universe, and the multiverse will no longer exist. And too much creation, and the alternate universes will start to collide with each other, and eventually, will collide with everything, and cause the multiverse to collapse.
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A/N
Last part is my interpretation of the balances, so prob not entirely accurate, but oh well.
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Chaos/Tale
Fanfictionthey had gone to far, pushing error to his limits, so what will they do when he gains more power? when he gets more friends and allies? when the multiverse starts collapsing? will they still believe they were doing the right thing? This is my first...
