Broken Grace

Broken Grace chapter one

"ERROR!" A furious scream echoed throughout the now dusty AU.

If Error could,  he would lay down and cry, but he learned long ago that it was pointless to weep. Why must this go on?  Did Inky think this was a game of pretend?

"yEs?"  Error tilted his head to look behind him.  Inky stood a few feet away, his face twisted in  anger and disgust.

Watching the dust fly in the wind, Error could only feel numb.  He was disgusted with himself, but also with Inky.  There are way too many AU's, thousands of them, and Inky still made more.  Did he like watching Error kill them off? Did he know that every time it killed a piece of him as well.

"How could you do this!? This AU has done nothing to you!" Inky cried out, deeply offended with righteous anger.

Error had lost his anger long ago.  Now all that was left was numbness mixed with despairing resignation.  He did not just pick AU's at random, in fact he picked the younger ones as they are not that far developed yet.  It makes it easier on him and the AU.  And with how much Inky creates, the young AU's are not in short supply sadly and it is a race against the clock for Error.

"I haD tO GEt riD oF IT."  Error stated the obvious fact. "WhY did YOu cREaTE iT?" Error couldn't help but ask.  This AU was filled with nothing but pigs. Pig monsters with slop and pins everywhere, and the human was a little farmer of all things.  When he first showed up a pig literally flew over his head, it was blue with silver spots with pink and green wings.  Sometimes Error was afraid of what goes on in Inky's head.  'Maybe he wanted an AU for the saying when pigs  fly after I said that to him last time?'

The wordless scream told him he wasn't going to get an answer anytime soon.

So when the paint brush lifted into the air, all Error could do was lower his sockets and give a tired sigh.  He wonders when this game will end, wonders when he will ever be free.

As Error lifted his hand and called upon his Blasters once more, he felt a little piece of his SOUL break.

Just one more scream to add to the list.

Just one more scare to add to his body.

-Anti-Void, a few weeks later-

"wHIch onE IS nEXt…." Error wondered, hands swiping around to form different portals to look in other AU's.  Luck for now seemed to be on his side, Inky had yet to create another AU.  That meant Error could actually take a short break before he had to pick another to destroy.  So he let the portals die out before looking around at the white and blue strings that surround him.

Surrounded by his puppets and knitting supplies, human SOULS hanging up on strings amid his puppets, Error sat down on the white ground.  Slowly his bones relax, creaking and cracking as they finally were able to stop and rest.  Picking up a random puppet, Error lifted it to his face and gave a small, sad smile at the small grinning face of Swapfell Sans.

"i WonDEr wHAT kINd oF sANS i waS? fRoM whAt aU?" Error wondered aloud before letting the puppet be strung back up and fly back to its place.  "dID i hAVe FRiendS?  MayBE i WAS iN lOVe?"

Ignoring the Voices screaming at him in his head, the yelling of how worthless and weak he is with practice, that he really shouldn't have, he picked up his knitting needles and put on his glasses.  He finally had some free time for the first time in a long time, so he took off his jacket and swiftly started making a scarf with some cobalt blue yarn.  It reminded him of Cobalt's escape clothes, and that only left him with a dull ache in his SOUL.  His brave little adopted  brother should not have to sneak around to be himself.

Pain flared up all over his body as he slowly stretched out, but it was normal for Error, so he ignored it.  Flecks of bone, blood, and dust fell off his bones and clothes, but he ignored it.

He ignored the chips and scars all over his arms and legs with practiced ease.  Some looked too perfect and straight to be battle scars, and some looked too deep to be scratches.

He ignored how his SOUL cried out in pain and for help with practiced ease.  That didn't mean it didn't hurt, that it didn't kill him every time, that he didn't care.

It just meant that he was used to it.  That it happened all the time, everyday.

"i'M kIDdIng mYSeLF….NO onE wOUld bE fRiEndS wIth a GlITCh lIKe ME, lEt aLOnE loVE OnE."

-In DreamTale-

"We have to do something!" Dream called out from his side of the table.  "We can't let this go on anymore! "

A bunch of different Sanses and Papyruses has gathered together in Dreamtale, sitting by one another at a long table.  Because Error had already mostly destroyed this AU, they thought he wouldn't happen on them here as they planed.

"And what can we do?!" Edge called out from his seat, fist slamming on the table.  "This is the Destroyer of Worlds we are talkin' about here!"

"Calm down!" Inky stood up to get everyone's attention.  "Yelling and arguing will get us nowhere! What we need is a plan of action."

"We have done everything we could do….Haven't we!"  Lust told everyone, heart eyes bouncing around to look at everyone.  "What else is there?"

"We have tried almost everything." Classic admitted before his eyes sharpened.  "But we haven't tried to attack all together."

That made everyone freeze for a moment, until everyone started trying to talking at the same time.

"How could we even start-!"

"We'll all die!"

"If he kills all of us off-!"

"ARE YOU INSANE!?"

"QUIET" Inky screamed above the other's yelling and mumbling.  "Screaming at each other does nothing! "  After a few moments it was silent, the only sound that was heard was Inky's heavy breathing.  Watching them all for a moment, Inky slowly sat back down. "Now then, let us discuss this new plan."

"Inky makes a new AU, but more or less empty." Classic began to explain his plan. "That should tempt Error enough to come to destroy it.  We of course will be there waiting for him.  Inky will be at the head leading Error right to us.  Then we all attack him."

The Classic's sockets darken, his smile disappearing.  "If he is able to get away, we hunt him down.  After all he should be weak enough to not get far, so we should be able to find him easily."

Inky took in a deep breath as Classic Sans went on in detail about his plan.  Inky never really knew what to think about Error. Sure Inky hated him, but why did he destroy his creations?  But he pushed that doubt to the back of his mind.  'Error must be gone, right? His SOUL and mind corrupted so far that it will be a mercy to finish him off, right?'

Inky could feel determination burning in his SOUL.  'I will protect my creations no matter what, even from destruction itself!'

It never crossed Inky's mind that his creations would need to be protected from himself, that he would need to stop creating eventually.

It is a shame he would realize this far too late after Error was gone.