𝕐𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 [Error X Death]

{Prologue} ARC ONE

|ACTUAL SUMMARY|
*Error is tired of the fighting, fighting a pointless war that's been going on longer that he'd care to admit, one he no longer found joy or excitement in anymore. So it had come down to the decision to accept Ink's sudden truce, and rope himself into another one with Nightmare, just so he could catch a well earned break. Though he ends getting himself in more than he bargained for, with the addition of a certain god along the way, all while he starts to remember things he shouldn't. But who's to say that it stops there?

EDIT 4: Ahhhh-
Right so....at some point, what was supposed to be a Destructivedeath book, it turned into something more. Which is why this version of the story was scrapped. But I assure you all an actual story will come out soon! Not on this account, but I hope you like it nonetheless!

EDIT: It has come to my attention that this story will be around PG-13-PG rating due to some sensitive topics that later will be introduced. So viewer discretion is advised.
Edit 2: Just to make it known, there will also be uncommon ships like Destructivedeath that will be either included or simply implied throughout the story. But to put it out there, the following ships that will be excluded are;

Error X Ink (obviously for a number of reasons)
Nightmare X Cross
Cross X Dream
Nightmare X Killer
Nightmare X Dream (just in case someone out there actually ships it here -w-)
Dust X Blue
Classic (Sans) X Red
Horror X Lust
Any of the Bad Sanses shipped with each other

Edit 3: As I put in the first edit up top, this story is rated PG/PG-13. And might range towards a rated R depending on how things are handled.....
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Behind me, the portal closed up as I was practically tossed through. Scratch that, I was. In a bundle of whatever god foresaken paint Ink could create into rope, sending me tumbling and rolling on my way out. But I quickly snapped the sticky material off and spun around with a hiss. Too late.
Damn it, Ink!!
Well, at least I'm not dead.

I sighed. Sure I wasn't, but would that be a bad thing? Better than having to deal with those "Star Sanses" idiots, especially Ink and every other glitch in the multiverse. And considering everyone just hates me for doing my job of creating the balance while Ink is slowly causing more damage I ever could, it would do them a big "favor" if I really died. Whatever.
Where even was I? Drawing that into focus, I looked to see a large expanded space of white with tinted blue. Kinda reminded me of the anti-void actually, but this wasn't the place. My frown deepened, did Ink just toss me into an empty AU of sorts? Probably.

I rolled my eyes, typical. It's not like I'm completely battered as it is, who needs resources? My clothing was ripped in random places previous of the battle I just had, had a few scratches that managed to sink in deep enough to hurt, definitely some bruises (even if I'm technically a skeleton), and I had a limp in my right leg. Before the fall, the end of Ink's brush took a swing at my kneecap and upon making contact, it only fractured my fibula. Looking back, I wondered how I was still standing. Guess I developed a pain resistance or something, being an immortal and all.

Ink got me good this time, I'd admit, but I wouldn't say that's the first time. Turns out a being with no soul could go further than the average person, and Ink can definitely be terrifying when he wants to be. (Not that I would ever tell him that.)
Which reminded me....what did we fight about this time....? Oh, right....I don't care. I swear that scatterbrained idiot is beginning to rub off on me to the point I don't bother to recall certain things, maybe that's all for the best....minus the part where Ink is trying to make a truce. Sure, like he has anything to give me. Or even keep a promise for that matter.