Error's PoV:
A... truce? He really wants to do a... truce???
Oh my stars. It's finally happening. I'm crying with tears of joy, as he looks at me confused. "YES!! FINALLY, A TRUCE!" I say, genuinely happy!
Ink starts grinning. He can tell that I'm happy. My voice isn't even glitching! "Oh my stars, yes, I want to do a truce! Please!" I say. He hugs me, genuinely laughing. I hug back, only glitching slightly.
I'm still crying from happiness. He lets me calm down. "I'll tell you who you really are eventually, G- I mean, Error," he says cheerfully. G? I'm not a Gaster!Sans, as far as I know.
However, Geno!Sans DOES look remarkably similar to me... almost TOO similar...
Eh, I'll learn more later. Right now, I'm overwhelmingly excited. I grin softly, trembling with joy. I never thought this would happen.
I feel... so happy....
When was the last time I was happy...?
God, that sounds depressing. At least the voices aren't-
"You piece of garbage. You really think he cares?"
I freeze.
"Oh, wow, such a fucking crybaby. Why would a soulless creature care about YOU?"
I start crying.
"GET IT THROUGH YOUR SKULL. NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU."
I start sobbing.
"sT0P y311InG! I G3T IT! Y0U HATE m3!"
"DAMN RIGHT WE DO! NOW KILL INK! DAMN, YOU'RE HORRIBLE AT YOUR JOB."
I keep sobbing and trying to get the voices to go away. They intensify.
Then they start screaming.
I scream loudly, collapsing. Ink is probably very concerned. I feel tapping on my shoulder. I ignore it.
I keep sobbing. "G0 aW4y, iN5." "Error, what's wrong?" The voices suddenly go quiet.
"The... voices... they hate me... they started screaming..."
"The voices? Wait. Do you mean the Creators?"
"I... I guess they are? Some always go on and on about their precious little AU's and how I should stop, and others yell at me to do my stupid job."
Ink is officially horrified. I can tell, because his hand starts shaking. I can't really see, because of all the error signs covering my eyes.
"I never knew they were that horrible to you... they're so nice to me... wow. What the hell. That's just plain old bullying and preference."
I have to agree with him on that. It's disgusting. The error signs finally disappeared, and I see Ink is tearing up. "Inky, stop crying."
He froze. "Are you calling me Inky again~?" Ink teases. I immediately flush a bright yellow, for gods sake-
I look away, slightly pouting. "No," I argue. He just grins stupidly. Fuck you, Mr God of Creation. Stop making me feel happy. And where the hell did the voices go?
"Haha, you thought we left?"
Shit. I curl up into Ink, hyperventilating. "Not again," I whisper.
"We never leave."
Stupid Fate. I hate her.
"i̶, e̶s̶p̶e̶c̶i̶a̶l̶l̶y̶."
I flinch. That's definitely Fate.
"HEY! CREATORS!" Ink says somewhat loudly. The voices stop talking. "SHUT THE HELL UP! STOP HATING ON HIM! HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT!"
...
Damn. So he DOES care. Hopefully. I've liked him since I met him, he was just really violent and angry towards me. So I thought he hated me.
The voices disappear. Temporarily.
"Thank you," I mumble, flushing yellow.
Ink's PoV:
Stupid Creators. I can't believe they're hurting him.
I was a horrible person. Honestly. Just because he's a destroyer doesn't mean he's a terrible person. I wish I realized that sooner.
I noticed his blush finally. Huh. Maybe he does have a crush. I smile.
"Well, now that we're gonna do a truce... no more creating, and no more destroying. Got it? Unless we wanna be beaten up, or it's absolutely necessary," I state. He nods and smiles gently.
Holy stars, that just froze me. I never knew he could be this captivating. I immediately look away.
'I can't fall for him. He doesn't like me that way,' I think.
"Hey, Skittle Face. Why're you blushing?" Oh, fucking great. I'm blushing.
"Nope. No I'm not," I say nervously. He chuckles. "Sure, Ink Stain." INK STAIN?! OH MY STARS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS.
The rainbow flush on my face only grows darker. For gods sake, Error, please stop. He just grins and laughs. Stars, he's cute. Wait what-
I "relax". Haha, not today, bitch. Not today. I'm not gonna fall for him, stupid Fate. Destiny. Whatever. Not today.
"Anyways... what to do now..." I mumble. He probably doesn't wanna be friends. I wouldn't be friends with me, either. But it gives me a sinking feeling inside...
He grabs my hand and smiles. "Friends?" I look at him, grinning. "Friends," I say. Thank you, Destiny.
So, friends, huh? That's new. Very new. Huh. I have no soul, but when I'm with him, I feel a spark of... something new. I don't know what it is.
Love? Hope? Compassion? Excitement?
I don't know, honestly. It's confusing. So, so fucking confusing. I didn't think I could feel. Let alone feel... that. It's weird. Very concerning.
Why was I even blushing?! He's not even that- that's a lie. I just didn't notice it when I was fighting him. I didn't notice it when I hated him, but he's actually- attractive.
Oh god no, don't think that- friends only, remember? Yeah. Friends only. Just friends. Mhm, just that.
I'm a huge mess, Jesus Christ. I don't even like him that way! It's just an illusion-!
"Hey. Ink Stain. You aren't listening." Oh no. I've messed up already. "Ehhh, define listening," you mutter. Error is laughing a bit.
"Caught in your thoughts? STRUNG UP?" Error chuckles. You laugh a bit; you've always liked puns slightly. You're a Sans, after all. You're not a fanatic, but you still like them.
"Oh, I don't know. I could of just DRAWN THEM up in my head," I say, smiling. Error suddenly gets slightly defensive. Probably the PTSD.
"H-hey, uh, Ink? You won't do... THAT again, will you?" "What do you me- oh," I mutter. "No. I won't attack you again, especially with an army."
Error doesn't seem to completely believe me.
Error's PoV:
Ink is nice enough, but I don't trust him. Not... completely. God, he's nice though, when he's not trying to kill me.
His actions are still suspicious to me, however. He's suddenly too nice. Wayyyy too nice. It's highly annoying, and confusing. Fate could be behind his odd behavior, and be manipulating both him and me.
I do NOT trust him. Especially since he tried to kill me using a whole army of Sanses and Papyruses. It.... scares me. HE scares me. Almost as much as touch.
Anyways, I'm a lot more cautious now that I remembered he could literally kill me at any moment. So, yeah. But now that we have our little "truce", I have freedom!!
I don't know what to feel. It's weird. He's affecting me, isn't he?
Ugh. Whatever, it doesn't matter. I'm just glad that he won't do THAT to me again. Thank the stars.
"Hey, Ink?" I say. "We're... friends now, right? So you wouldn't... you wouldn't..." I don't even realize that tears are threatening to burst from my sockets. "You wouldn't hurt me again, no matter what?" I mumble.
I turn away, looking at the stars. I don't even expect him to say he wouldn't. He's probably lying. He's like them. He wouldn't-
"I wouldn't."
That does it. I start crying again, but silently, still looking upwards. The stars have always fascinated me, but the habitants of Outertale weren't too fond of me.
"Hey PAL. GET OU- huh? Ink? What're ya doing with HIM?"
Great. It's Outer. I honestly didn't expect him to find us.
"Oh, hey Outer!! I'm just trying to hang out with Error, is all!" Ink says cheerfully. I facepalm; that's too suspicious for him to say, ESPECIALLY after he ordered an attack on me.
"He mEAnS thAt hE reGrETs bEATinG mE uP. And nO, I'M noT maNiPULAtiNg hIM!" I say quickly.
Outer Sans doesn't seem to believe you.
Ugh. And then the voices are screaming at me to leave - oh JOY, this'll be FUN. "Hey, Ink. You should leave before the guy STRINGS YOU UP," Outer says to Ink.
Ink Sans refuses to leave.
God he's an idiot. Outer is going to blast me to smithereens, get out of here! Stupid Inky Squid. Ink takes out his stupid Broomy. "No, Outer. We were just talking, that's all-!" "Knowing him, he's plotting something! Just leave, Ink."
I sigh loudly. They're fighting like an old married couple, and it's annoying me. I open a portal to Underswap - at least we can hide in the forest there. But Ink refuses to move. He's going to defend me, oh stars - he wouldn't dare.
"Ink. Let's leave. We're not welcome here. Well, I'M not welcome here-" I start. "No, Error. I'm not going to let you get harassed anymore because of my mistakes." I sigh. He won't listen to reason. I might as well wait it out regularly.
Ink's PoV:
I'm not going to let Error let pushed around like this anymore! I need to own up to my mistakes. And one way is by telling the truth.
"You know how when I CHECKed Error, I started sobbing?" I start. Error facepalms again. I start telling the story from my point of view.
....
"... so yeah, now we're here," I say. Outer looks horrified, Error looks uncomfortable. Error's basically shifting on his feet, obviously wanting to leave. But... I needed to tell the truth, for once.
"Damn," Outer whispers. "That's... messed up, actually." Of course it is!! That's why I want to fix it!
"Hey, Ink, can we go now? I really want to leave," Error says without glitches. I nod softly, waving goodbye to Outer, then step through the portal.
UNDERSWAP
"So, what's the pro-?" I start, getting cut off by Error dragging me into the forest. Damn, he really doesn't want to be seen by anyone. I mean, I DID just order an army of Sanses and Papyruses against the guy.
"So... wassup??" I begin. Error rolls his eyelights. ""Wassup" is all you have to say?! You literally just- ugh-!" Error starts scratching at his wrists.
"Dude, stop-!" I try grabbing his hands, forgetting he has haphephobia. "DoN'T t0UC5 ME!!" he screams, scrambling away from me. At this rate, we're going to get spotted, and it won't end well.
"Error. Please stop harming yourself, seriously," I say, concerned. Wait. How am I concerned? Shouldn't the vials be wearing off by now...? Am I feeling another emotion?
He glares at me in the eyes. I shudder slightly, mildly confused. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry that I tried to touch your hands, can you please stop scratching??"
Error Sans stops scratching at his wrists, but keeps glaring.
I sigh. We're already getting off to a bad start. "Dude. I said I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I genuinely just wanted to help you," I say. His eyes soften slightly, and he stops glaring as intensely.
"You probably hate me for beating you. I understand. Don't force yourself to be friends with a freak, y'know?" I mumble. "Hey. You're not a freak, even if you have leukophobia and you're weird."
"It's just... I'm scared you'll hurt me again. I don't want to be better and then find out it's all fake."
I look at him, stunned. Wow. He thinks I'm lying to him.
Tears pinprick at the edges of my sockets. I understand. I wouldn't want to be around me either. I'm a screw up. A mistake. Someone who should've been erased.
I probably AM faking this. Faking emotions, thinking I'm getting my feelings back. I'm a terrible monster. I should've just died when I ripped my soul in two.
Suddenly, Error hugs me. "Ink, don't cry. I know it's difficult for you, especially since you've harmed me badly, but don't beat yourself up because of it. Seriously, dude."
I smile. Everything is going to be alright.
And then the world went white.
????'s PoV:
Huh? Why is everything... white? Where am I? Who am I?
What's my story?
And then I found them. Sketches. Vessels of beings that will never come to be.
That's why I ripped my soul in two. I was losing my sanity slowly. Nobody talked, nobody smiled,
NOBODY CARED.
When I left the AntiVoid (I named it that), I started creating. I became the Creator.
You already know who I am.
My name is Ink. And I'm not the good guy, here.
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