#errorink oneshot

Description: We are quite familiar with the FGOD plot, but what if Ink wasn't the misguided protector painted by so many stories?

What if he knew he was overloading the multiverse...what's more, what if he knew but was sacrificing it for something, someone, more important?

Fic Location: Old Fic / New Fic Short Excerpt of a Chap. from the older fic:

"Even if a tree grows to the height of ten thousand feet

Falling leaves will return to their roots.

Even if the God of Creation earns the complete faith, support and confidence of every being within the multiverse,

He will always be spiteful and two-faced, just like the cruel, malicious creators that birthed his existence.

No matter how much he may deny it,

Ink is more like the creators than he'd want to admit."

.

.

.

Yes.

That is true.

But there was a mistake in the earlier statement.

He will always be spiteful and two-faced, just like the cruel, malicious creators that birthed his existence.

This is not true.

Ink will always be like the creators, but the creators aren't all cruel and malicious, just like how Ink isn't just spiteful and two-faced.

There are kind, caring creators, and Ink has a kind and caring side as well.

Why do you think Ink and Error fell for each other in the first place?

Ink may think he plays no bigger role, other than the villain, but he is wrong.

Error may feel as though the entire multiverse, save for the Moon Sanses, is conspiring against him, but he still continues his work.

Because he knows someone is counting on him.

...

Everything happens for a reason. Don't you see? Ink isn't a hero and Error isn't the villain. Ink isn't the villain and Error isn't the hero. Both are sad, tormented creations. The only difference between them is that Ink no longer hopes. Error does.

Sorry that chapter's quite cheesy :'D @zu-is-here go check it out if you wanna, just make sure to have spare tissues on hand!

Quick note, it is better to read this one shot with the fic context because, without it, this appears abusive and unhealthy. (Their relationship is unhealthy in the fic, but not in the same way.)

Achroite was slammed against the floor, ribs broken.

His blood flowed like a river.

"You pathetic creature...call yourself a protector?"

Crack.

"Tell me the TRUTH!" Splatter of blood.

A gasp. Or was it an agonised moan?

Heavy breathing.

Then Opal looked down.

So small. So pathetic.

Achroite didn't scream. He didn't scream at all throughout the torture.

So weak.

So harmless.

All Achroite did was stare at Opal, a pained smile staining his skull.

"..."

"End it." "...What?"

"End it."

"...What are you doing?"

"Please."

"Fight back, you...you—" Achroite let out a small pitiful noise. A desperate sob.

And suddenly the Protector vanished. Suddenly all Opal could see was Achroite. Small and pitiful. Someone he loved.

...

And in that moment, the Destroyer vanished too.

All there was were two lost creations. Broken.

"....Opal?" "..." A soft embrace.

A bright exclamation mark dancing in his eye socket.

"Opal?! What—What are you—"

"I love you, asshole." "..." "No. You're—You're not supposed to love me. You're supposed to hate me! No. No no no. Hate me. Please. I... I can't do this again! Please—"

A soft kiss.

A long-forgotten warmth.

"..." Achroite buried his head in Opal's shoulder.

"...Do you love me, Ach?" "..." "Yeah. And I hate myself for it." ------------

Achroite = AV!Ink

[Chap. 9 of Clipped Wings, Atypicalverse]

"You're looping it the wrong side. You have to do it like this." "Aw, come on. I'm trying!"

"Pft...I know, I know. Here, I'll tie it for you." .

.

. Tell me honestly. Was any of it real?" "..." "...I don't know."

Ripped.

Torn.

And a god standing above them.

By all rights, he should have long snapped. Tormented, misunderstood, cursed and blamed by the very souls he was protecting.

But not anymore.

Error no longer cared whether they lived or died. He no longer cared about the balance. "Inky...come out, come out wherever you are..." A dark chuckle escaped the god's mouth. AUs fell one by one.

"Where the hell are you? My patience is wearing thin," He snapped.

Then something caught his attention.

A still glowing, torn AU.

What?

...

Confusion overcame the hate inside him at exactly the right moment. He look a closer look at its code...to find nothing. It was just a blank AU template.

"..."

"...So this is where you've been hiding..."

Blinded by loathing, he entered it without a second thought.

Ink sat, clutching his knees to his chest. Fidgeting with a purple blossom from an unfinished flower crown. Barely reacting to the soft bing of someone teleporting in.

"..." "Well, well, well...Hello there, Ink."

"I knew you'd come." "Where's Achroite?" Error hissed. "..." "Where's Achroite?"

"He's gone." "You're lying." "What reason would I have to lie?"

Error laughed.

"Since when do you do things according to logic? For all I know, you're doing this for the damn sh^ts and giggles," He spat.

"Oh, glitchy, by now you know I don't torture for no good reason---" "WHERE IS HE?!" "I ALREADY TOLD YOU! HE'S GONE!"

Error had flung Ink across the empty space, a violet blur falling from the latter.

It was only then did Error notice the fallen flower.

All his pain grew numb.

"So....you kidnapped Ach, tortured him, undid the crowns, and stole his flowers?"

Ink didn't reply.

...

In the still silence, a small ping rang out.

Both gods recognised it. That ping was made when a new AU was created.

"...That shouldn't be here. We're in Blackdrop! This isn't connected to the Doodlesphere!"

"Ink, aren't all AUs connected to the Doodlesphere?" "....I....No, that's not I mean! That noise isn't supposed to be here! It's supposed to be disconnected to the Doodlesphere, not part of both the Doodlesphere and the Anti-void---"

Freeze.

Ink clamped his hands over his mouth. Too little, too late.

"....What? Is that how you got Achroite in the first place?" "I....No, of course not....I mean.....what?" Ink let out a nervous chuckle, swallowing hard.

"It is, isn't it?" "No..."

"..." "Fine! It is, happy?!"

"So...Ach's here?" "....Technically, yes." "Where?"

"Somewhere--" Then something emerged from Ink's memory.

There was a constantly moving, invisible gap in the voids. If they fell in it and ended up in the Doodlesphere...Error would know. They were already too close to the truth!

One second after he recalled this, both monsters happened to fall through that exact gap. Great timing, Ink.

Oh, and of course, murphy's law, the place they landed in was the Doodlesphere. Next to both Ink's... no, Achroite's flower crowns... and of course, Error's old jacket.

But wait a moment.

Something about the flowers didn't sit right with Error.

Then it hit him.

In the midst of yellow roses, snowdrops and other colourful flowers sat an unfinished purple crown. The exact same flower that had been on Ink's palm earlier.

A crown that just so happened to have its ends split, as though the owner couldn't quite manage the connecting knot.

"You're looping it the wrong side. You have to do it like this."

Numb once more.

Cold.

Shock.

Disbelief.

White noise.

The purple flower's name formed in Error's mind. Michaelmas daisies.

The Michaelmas daisy, or Aster amellus, usually symbolizes a departure or farewell of some sort.

Ink looked up weakly. "Guess the cat's out of the bag, huh?" ...

The last puzzle piece(...?) Everything slid into place.

Disbelief melted away.

Into relief? ...

No.

Into anger.

And stronger hate than ever before.

...

"Tell me honestly. Was any of it real?"

"..." "...I don't know."

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Achroite's bruised legs made no attempt to escape.

The blows were slowing down.

Opal suddenly lifted Achroite's skull up, staring at his eyelights intensely.

"So you were just trying to manipulate me?"

Achroite tried his best to keep the mask on.

Unfortunately, the toil came crashing down and soon he was hiccuping, the tears coming fast and even faster.

"...No." "What?" Opal's voice was right next to Ach's ear. Whether he was embracing him or holding him in a chokehold Achroite couldn't tell.

"I'm trying, Opal. I'm trying—hic—trying to protect you." "..." "No you're not." Opal's tone was dead quiet.

"You manipulated me into being tortured for centuries, so forgive me if I don't believe you." "...Then why...why did you even ASK?"

Achroite's magic shot forward, faster than his mind.

"No wait...O...Opal? OPAL!" Opal clutched at his ribs, staring at his soul (now sliced into two). "No...Opal wait, Opal please let me heal you...what? Opal, you're ALREADY DUSTING!" Strings bound the smaller's form, Achroite struggling desperately to reach Opal to use healing magic.

"Looks like I'll never know." Opal was tired. He just wanted to rest now. That was more important to him than the truth.

"No. No no no...Opal? OPAL WAIT NO PLEASE-" And his skull dusted.

The strings faded into thin air.

Achroite launched forward, green magic glowing bright waiting to heal.

But nothing to heal was left.

Achroite curled into a ball, wrecked with desperate sobs.

When he awoke, he was chained away in a dungeon. Nightmare's.

One by one, the Crescents came down to scream at him. Oh, and no shortage of blows, of course, but that was to be expected.

The Stars also came down, but he barely registered their stares.

Achroite could only stare blankly at both.

His last purpose.

The only thing he clung to continue in this cursed world.

Gone.

Because of him.

It seemed like the person he'd been doing this all for had died because of him.

The person he had already decided to sacrifce his life for.

Dead.

Gone.

Because of him.

The multiverse still collapsed. No Destroyer was left to assist in rebalancing.

When the original Undertale was on the brink of collapse, Achroite let out a terrible scream. Fingernails raked his already cracked bones and eyelights flickering between a thousand shapes and colours a second.

The multiverse still collapsed.

But there was no Opal to restart it.

And this was the end of the tragic couple.

Bad Ending #3