[DISCONTINUED] Tangled Strings

Chapter 3: A New Face (*)

(Warning for those sensitive to gore. Theres not that much but still)

Only a buzzing filled the white space, low and constant he realized, it was barely noticeable. 'Was it wasn't always there?' he doubted it was considering part of his head was missing. And a rib. Or two. But that never mattered, especially right now. The main problem was Ink, or something like Ink. As he thought about it he noticed Ink never "created" glitches like himself, surprising as it is (he calls himself a benevolent creator so one would think right?).

That thing was almost a carbon copy of Ink, from it's oversized mechanical pen, to it's canvas sneakers covered in red. It was clean, organized, and colder than Ink. Bolder than Ink. Much more . . . insane and careless. It was worse than Ink.

Erro looked at his clothes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Who was he kidding, Ink is barbaric and chaotic. Source being his own clothes, if they could be considered clothes with how torn and soaked in paint they were. Even his shoes. Peeling them off he grabbed spare clothes from a pocket dimension. They were a bit different that before and had no shoes but beggars can't be chosers.

His thoughts drifted back to the glitch as he rolled up the cuffs of his jacket, pulling on a black pair of joggers with yellow and blue rings, and stretched. Finally he tied a muffler around his neck and pulled a journal from his new hoodie. Blue had suggested it saying, "You're worse than Ink Error; at least he writes down most of what happens." thus the journal was born. He used some of his strings to tie the spine and pages together.

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A New Encounter
Sprecies: Skeleton
AU: Unknown

Fast, peppy music echoed in the collapsing red hall, moonlight flickering as a black skeleton crashed into a wall. Cyan strings were littered around him. His breaths were deep as he sneered at the shorter skeleton, 'I don't have all day you glorified bag of skittles'. The other stepped back with a smirk on his face "Tired already?" his eyes flickered shifting between red, green, and purple, "I'm just getting started" flinging his brush, a deep red ink soared towards Error. He grunted while summoning a half of a cyan Gaster Blaster to shield himself, "yOu rEAlLy ArE a TerRIbLe lIaR InK," his voice light and glitching, "BuT I'm bEtTEr".

Bones creaked as he snapped them back together, a euphoric smile stretching across his face as he watched Ink's wilt in realization. A crimson finger pointed upwards as strings and bones alike rained down on Ink. Throwing up a purple dome his face paled when he saw a gaster blaster charging in front of him. "shi-"

As cyan strings wrapped white bones, Error stared at Ink, "InK, I kNoW YoU'Re stILl aWAkE." his smile was still in place as he watched the other. It lowered slightly as he watched the white skeleton's hands. They were always busy, so they were one of his most notecable tells, but they didn't twitch for his brush or reach for his strings.

'I didn't kill him right? There's no way, fate wouldn't allow it!' His "throat" tightened as he crept over to Ink, cyan strings responding to him. 'This another one of his brilliant schemes then?'

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'That's when the proverbial shit hit the fan.' he wrote off to the side, sighing for a moment. 'Anyways,'

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At first his hands twitched which wasn't concerning on it's own, but then his whole body convulsed. "Not so tight love" a distorted voice called out. Error froze as small glitches flared up, "ThE FuCk is tHaT.". In Inks place there was something . . . unexpected. Bright colors exchanged for earthy tones, with cluttered accessories neatly organized.

To top it off 'Broomie' was exchanged with a fountain pen and the chicken scratch that once covered Ink's clothes was replaced with illegible cursive. Strings whining as it pulled on them, "I've one simple question lover boy," slowly they started snapping, "Where did you hide it?" its tone was anything but warm. Error sneered, "wHo yOu cAlLinG LovER boY?" he gathered the strings around the others feet, slowly and carefully.

"Fool me once" it looked at Error with disdain, "Shame on me." Within a second it had grabbed onto the strings, white bones chipping at the contact, and yanked so Error went flying. "Try and fool me twice, and you're asking for it." its smile was malicious as it kicked in Error's skull. Dust came from the wound, pure magic leaking out as Error grabbed onto it's red shoes. "tHAnK FuCk foR NiGhtMAre" muttering as he twisted the leg violently before it shook him off.

His vision blurred as his thoughts spiraled 'You have to stop sometimes and think of what you're willing to put up with today,' he yelped as it threw the pen, whizzing past his head 'Not fucking this.' he jumped into a portal as it lunged for him, not missing the smile plastered across its face. It was like a kid just discovered their favourite toy they had lost

Date: ???
Notes: It had no ink vials, nor colorful eyes. Might be a glitch from outside the multiverse
Reccomenations: Do not engage without further observations

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He stuffed his journal back into his jacket, 'Might as well try and mend these bones' gathering his skull he started to pice it back together.

Heyy so I simplifiyed Errors glitched text, and am going to change the chapters titles.
(So I don't wonder why theres five chapters when I only have four not including the Prolouge)
I haven't given up on this story so don't worry, just enjoy. Also if I've made any errors just comment, I want this story to be as good as I can make it!
Later~