𝒜 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 [Error X Dream]

🦋𝒢𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓉𝓈🐝

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𝒜s Ink gripped the handle on his giant paintbrush he gave a never faltering gaze in the direction of the attackers;
Killer and Error. Why the two were paired up for something like this? Ink didn't know. Most likely the work of Nightmare...but what he did know was that whatever it was, wasn't good and it was his job to stop it.

"C'mon Error, you already have done enough damage to Underswap. Blue may not be here to help, but Dream and I are." He lightly warned, the context hinting to a fight, with Ink standing as the threat. Dream stared at the two, mostly watching Killer as Ink conversed with Error.

He didn't trust Killer, this distrust only building further as an unfriendly smile spread across the knife-wielding maniac's face. He didn't have visible eye lights but based on his face and the direction of himself he was staring Dream dead in the eye sockets, causing Dream to give a slightly uneasy frown. Error let out a mildly glitched chuckle, a phony amusement gathered tone.

"Is that supposed to be a threat? You two being here doesn't stop anything. If you wanna get this with then hurry..or stay out of the way." His erroneous amusement faded near the end as his voice echoed somewhat and had slight Shrills due to the unique glitched quality, adding more intimidation in his voice. Depending on the context and situation it could be terrifying...
Dream spared a slightly nervous glance to Ink. It seemed his comrade has forgotten the situation. Blue was currently being held as a hostage by Error, so being in the position to act so vigorous wasn't smart...and considering the partnership between Error and Killer, he was presuming Dust and Horror must have been watching Blue. Or worse...his brother and more likely than not, frenemy, Cross.

"Ink, don-"

before Dream could tell Ink to not engage in combat he was discontinued by the creator, who didn't even hear him begin. "Let's get to it then, Error ole' pal!" he grinned, swiping the paintbrush as a wave of paint flew off of it. Error and Killer promptly teleported, engrossing into the soon to be fight immediately.
Error of course took on Ink, as Killer went after Dream.
Error wasn't too familiar with Dream sans. Just another anomaly doomed to be destroyed in his opinion. "Ink!" Dream said, clearly upset with Inks's decision to start combat so carelessly.
Dream dodged a quick knife swinging at him, the sharp blade having many close calls before Dream grabbed Killer's wrist quickly throwing him past. Ink was busy fighting Error as strings scurried his way, each thread coming at him with an intent of violence, which he carefully avoided, knowing this attack all too well at this point. Killer quickly retaliates, going after Dream again who however teleported quickly to get a further distance. He was much better with long-range fighting than close as he was very knowledgeable of his main weapon. A bow.
He knew a lot about handling items such as a staff but the bow and arrows were much more convenient for him. He summoned up the item, a shimmering blue arrow being loaded into the bow as he aimed, Killers aggressive expression becoming that of a more reluctant one as black liquid dribbled down his face from the dark eye sockets.
Dream let the arrow fly, it shooting dangerously close to Killer who was rapidly running in the direction where he spotted the positive prince...
Firing a bow up close would be problematic..so maybe if Killer could-
"OOF-" he collided with the ground as he felt a body force slam into his, his face hitting into the dirt. It was Ink.

The artist quickly lifted himself, getting up to gain revenge on Error for the jagged toss...or at least he was going to before a quick knife was pinched to him from behind. Seemed Killer had quickly reacted as well.
"Heh, watch your step. Don't want you to stumble onto somethings h a r p." he said. With the little traces of dirt on him, it was clear to see he was not satisfied.
Ink chuckled nervously, not being able to see too far behind himself. He knew who it was though.