-WARNING-

This story contains a bit of physical, and emotional abuse.

This story is about an abusive relationship

Thank you for reading <3

Grey and light, it fell like snow through his fingertips, numb and cold, he didn’t dare cry. 

Here he knelt with the stains of grey across what used to used be his warm brown overalls. He was gone.

Ink had only left for a second, a single second, and yet, his dust stained Ink’s hands in a color that he hated so much.

He was gone.

Error was gone.

What had followed next become a blur to him, the trails of fixing a painful problem that Ink tried to ignore, but no matter how much he begged for this reality to be gone, it wouldn’t. More dust was spilled in Ink’s little experiment, but unlike Error, Ink didn’t care; he didn’t know the creatures being destroyed, so why should he care? All that mattered was retrieving what was rightfully his. He had put so much time and effort into Error, and to have lost him so quickly, how could Ink not beat himself up over this. 

Error had just been there, and now- he was nothing but a pile of Dust. 

All the dust of a dead loved one. You can’t miss a single speck.

Enough paint to make a body just the right size.

A soul, but must be stable.

A wish that you can turn back on.

Magic.

Hope. 

Everything was dark, pitch-black for the longest time, all my senses were dull, and my mind was in a haze. 

What was I? Was I even a thing? A person who could feel? 

The longer I stayed in the dark, the longer I could feel myself getting lost in it. I was becoming one with it. It felt like my body was floating in an inky abyss, with my body being dragged down into her depths. I was being ripped apart repeatedly, like someone tearing at my seams then putting me back together only to shred me to bits again. So much time passed, but was it days? Hours? Minutes? It’s hard to tell when all you see is darkness, and all you feel is the icy pain of a silver dagger piercing your soul.

Had this always been my life? I don’t think so, I guess…. I was once a monster, I had friends, enemies, fears, and hopes, but that’s all gone now, lost in the abyss. One shard of what I was remained. A hatred of clutter, a fear of touch, and one single word that danced through my mind. ‘Useless.’

When I finally began to think that this was it, this was all I was and ever was going to be, and maybe all I ever was, it got bright, colors of yellow, magenta, and cyan, too bright. 

Then darkness again. How I hated the dark, it made my stomach turn and left me feeling alone. 

Time passed…

Or it didn’t pass…

 I couldn’t even tell, just darkness and darkness and endless silence. 

Then it got bright again! I never knew how much comfort I’d feel from color and Ink, more radiant and more brilliant, and it stayed for a bit, but then it was dark again. 

And it hurt...

I never knew how much I would miss the colors when in the dark, but I did, and it hurt.

I missed them.

Finally, it grew bright once more, and I had to snap my eyes shut to keep myself from becoming blind. I stayed that way for a moment as I slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was no longer floating or being dragged down. Maybe I’d finally reached the bottom? There was this pressing feeling, along the back of my skull, my shoulders and upper back, my butt, my arms, my heels, and fingertips, like maybe something was trying to keep me from falling any more? It was strange. I curled my fingers, slowly pressing them along the surface. It was smooth and cool. I don’t remember this feeling at all. 

Finally, I steeled my nerves, and I opened my eyes to find nothing but empty white. It scared me yet comforted me at the same time. It was too much, overwhelming my sense with only the quick look, so I snapped my eyes closed one more. Gingerly I ran out along my side, to feel for an edge or anything I’d have to worry about, but… It was all smooth and cool.

I took another moment of my eyes being closed before I opened them once more. This time the bright white wasn’t so scary. It was like, an old friend greeting me after a long trip. 

Blinking back tears, I shifted and looked around. It was just me and another figure whose back was turned to me. I stared at him for a moment, examining him as he shook violently with weeping tremors, his voice broke as he gasped for breath.

“I’m trying,” He called out into the white, voice broken shoulder’s shaking. He still hadn’t noticed me. “I’m trying, but it’s so hard, I can’t find the missing pieces! I have all the ingredients, but you’re, you’re still gone.” An empty vial sat beside him. It had an indigo cape with a heart on it sitting beside him. I… I wanted to reach out to him, but I found my hand trembling when I did. 

Was I scared? Or was I excited? 

I looked at my trembling limb before shifting to hold it to my chest. What was wrong with me? 

His body radiated this warm, this almost comforting feeling from him. I wanted to go to him. I sat up slowly so I could turn to look at him, staring at him for a long few moments, then shifting to my knees. I began to move closer to the figure but stopped and looked down. My body stained the white with smears of black, cyan, yellow, and magenta. It was as if I was a printer that had just exploded all over the floor.

 What was going on? 

I knew this wasn’t normal. Did my body always behave this way? 

Did it behave this way before I woke up, or was this new? 

What should I do?

I’d been living with Ink for the past few weeks if you could call it living. He ignored me mostly, only paid attention to me when he was upset about Error, but even then it wasn’t pleasant. He was both interested in me and annoyed by my presence. I understand why though, I’m not him, I’m not the one he loves. I had to follow him everywhere and I found so many souls afraid of me, but that was okay… it would be okay. It took a while before I could find any more remnants of Error, and through stitched together words of dozens of his victims, I knew what Ink wanted, what he desired so truly as to create me. Maybe I could give it to him. 

“Ink!~” I called out as I followed after him as if I was a duckling waddling after my mother. I guess you could say I had changed, or maybe I was reverting. Eyes that flickered with a new hope through a bright yellow color of lights. He ignored me, as always, I mean what was I expecting? “I learned to do that yarn thing while you were asleep!” I called after him, yes, the ‘yarn thing’. He turned back to look at me, the remnants of his loved one seeping through my inky coating once more as he looked over me. 

“Yarn thing?” He finally spoke eyeing me over with curiosity, then pain, then numbness, “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“This!” I responded, forcing the chipper sound to my voice, reaching up and grabbing the dripping bright cyan that sat below my eyes, then pulled. The pain lifted a bit and soon formed yarn that was being pulled from my eyes. “The yarn thing! See!” He practically dropped broomy as he fell to his knees and grabbed my forearms. 

“What do you remember!” He always asked, especially when I did something reminded him of his dearly departed. The grip on my arms was tense and tight, if I’d been human, it probably would have bruised. It tightened when I didn’t respond fast enough. “WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER!” he practically screamed.

“I-I… um, okay, just give me a sec.” I said taking in a sharp breath before thinking, it was fuzzy, “Books… I remember books,” but when I started his hands trembled, “And um, you, you were, hovering over me, saying something… ugh.” I grabbed my head, it always hurt to force it. “I’m sorry!” I wasn’t ready… I’m never ready… Why can’t I just make him happy!

-WARNING-

This story contains a bit of physical, and emotional abuse.

This story is about an abusive relationship

Thank you for reading <3

~Time Skip~

The smooth leather that wrapped around Error’s neck gently tugged as the leash was pulled softly. Ink’s face was shrouded, hiding any lingering emotion from Error as they walked through the antivoid. One short stop into a fell universe and a bright yellow leather collar clung to the dark teal inky bones of Error. He didn’t mind it, actually liked the fact that his creator was now taking claim of what was his, but a part of him worried. They walked past some of error’s own things before they stopped where the white ground had been stained grey and black, Inked!Error’s birthplace, Error’s death place. He hadn’t even noticed ink hit the ground until he was tugged roughly to join his kneeling form, staring at the remnants of his old love. 

“You know why I created you?” He asked, hand twisting to wrap the leash tighter around his hand. “Why you exist?”

“To make you happy?” Error attempted to answer but was interrupted by a hard yank to the leash, he swallowed thickly.

“NO!” He snapped, Ink had become fragile since Error’s demise, easily angered, easily hurt, but also guarded with his walls up. He still refused to believe this new Error was here to stay, but he clung to him like being more than 5 feet away would cause him to melt. “You’re here to replace him! To be him! Why aren’t you him! Why aren’t you angry! And distant! And-And-! WHY AREN’T YOU ERROR!” Error flinched from Ink’s anger. How could he do that? How could he be what Ink wanted? 

“Tell me how.” He whispered, “I don’t remember, so please, tell me, I want to make you happy.”

Ink doesn’t care. He wasn’t thinking rationally, he’ll start over if he needs to. That thing wasn’t his Error. He couldn’t take looking at it anymore.

-Inked!Error-

We spent hours sitting there waiting for me to melt, but it never came and Ink refused to leave until I melted. Maybe I wasn’t going to melt… “Hey Error… Can I talk to you for a minute?” Ink’s voice echoed throughout the Anti-void as he came closer to me. My stomach turned from the look on his face, ever ounce of ink and dust told me to run, but run where?! I didn’t know really how to use my magic yet and I didn’t know what I was going to do without Ink. 

“What do you want?” I asked, feeling myself tremble, he smiled, but his eyes, they were red. 

“You to melt already,” he laughed, his pace quickening as he came toward me with his oversized paintbrush in hand. He flicked it up ready to attack me so I ran, glitching bones that dripped of ink and color rose from the ground to put distance between us, but Ink just used his brush to rip through them like tissue paper. Every fracture of my soul screamed for me to run faster, for me not to let him catch me. “WhY ArE yoU RuNNing?!” Ink yelled after me as I threw up more bones in protection, but I tripped and hit the ground. I screamed, my body vibrating as my vision became even more blurry than it already was. Error’s covered my body as I tried to scramble up but my inky bones were forced to the ground when Ink stomped his foot down on my chest. “STOP MAKING THAT FACE!” He yelled. Pain filled my head as Ink got ready to strike and so I cried out.

“I don’t wanna die. Not again.“ Ink paused for a moment but went to hit me anyway, my body throbbed as my HP decreased. The bright red paint burning as it pushed me into the ground. “I thought that night in the library that you actually care!” I screamed, the library… that’s right… the library and I… I… “Look I’m sorry I killed myself, I’m sorry! If you want me dead let me do it! I can't… I can’t take you doing it! I care too much to see you become a killer like that.” That’s right… Error killed himself. Ink stopped, dropping his brush.

“Error…?” He managed, I watched as his tears fell onto me.

“Then, you aren’t him,” Ink sighed and looked away from me, “Just hurry up and melt already. I’ll recollect the Ink and dust and rebuild, gather more souls…” he sighed, he seemed exhausted. His clothes were covered in ink and dust, and his eyes were hollow. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going through his head.

“I-i...m… n-not…. W-w...who?” I asked, he looked at me and let out a laugh, this pain filled his voice. Each word stung my throat as I tried to mumble it out.

“Error! You aren’t Error! You’re just a cheap knockoff!” His words hurt, “What am I kidding?! I can’t remake him! I’ll just be alone forever!” Tears ran down cheekbones, his breath shaking as he tried to hold back a sob. “I’m just a failure! I couldn’t even save him! And now I can’t even remake him!” Every word I felt in my core, vibrating through my soul. I quickly shook my head reaching out for him again. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” He shouted smacking my hand away. “JUST MELT ALREADY SO I CAN START OVER AND FINALLY GET HIM BACK!” My soul hurt for many different reasons as I watched him tremble and yell, what were they?

Fear.

Anger.

Sorrow.

Love…?

Why was I scared of him? He’s Ink! He’d never hurt me! Not on purpose anyway… Why did I know that… The wave washed over my bones, making them vibrate as I held myself. “Ink…” I managed watching him now shake in rage. “I-i’m… here… I-i..am Er...ror” I said grabbing the brightly colored hoodie over my chest. He looked at me shocked by my words before letting out another laugh that mixed with his sobs.

“You don’t even look like him,” He said reaching out for me, “So why does seeing you make that expression hurt so much… it’s like when he first told…” His breath shook as he pulled his hand away. “You aren’t him… Stop talking.” He looked away from me, and I stopped talking.

I reached out, breath trembling as I finally reached the other skeleton. My hand only landed on his shoulder for a moment before he whipped around to look at me. He fell back a bit, sockets wide as he gazed at me. I opened my mouth to speak but found it near impossible to make a noise, all I got out was a hoarse ‘ah’ noise before I stopped and grabbed my throat. The man’s surprise quickly turned to disappointment as he sat up and looked over at me.

“Another Failure,” He sighed while shaking his head. “Guess I’ll wait for you to destabilize then.” He brought his knee up to rest his elbow on, and his chin in his hand. Was that what I was? Was I a failure? I tilted my head while looking at him, the empty sad expression he had made my soul sting. I wanted to help him, but how? He was my purpose, the only reason for me to be alive. I shifted forwards more looking into his empty soulless sockets before reaching out and grabbing his face. “Will you please stop, I don’t want you to fall apart on top of me.” I pulled back away, he looked so defeated, like I couldn’t be what he wanted. Like hell that was going to happen! Though I couldn’t speak yet I smiled, he didn’t return it though. Maybe I could manage something, anything! I tried to speak again.

“I-i….” I sighed as I failed again, when was talking so hard? It used to be so easy!... Used to be? Was there ever a time before this for me? I gripped the base of the brightly colored hoodie I had on and tried again. “I-i-in….” I swallowed while he gave me a rather confused look, so I tried again, and tried harder and harder until I managed it, “I-i..nk.” His eyes lit up like stars as he stared at me.

“Error?” He asked, that was my name, I knew that, how did he?

“How…. d-d...id….you?” I stopped, “I n….n-ne...ver me..t-t…” God talking was hard.

“Me?” He finished my sentence, I nodded, I had no memory of him, I had memory before waking up, it was just dark. “So you don’t remember me, remember us.” Us? I had nothing, moments ago was the first time I had seen him.

“J-j….us...t M-me...t” The barrier seemed to only make the other more frustrated, or maybe it was something else.

“Just met? Just met?” His voice erupted in laughter as he tilted his head back, “My, then tell me, how do you know my name?” He asked, the question stunned me a bit, how did I know.

“I-ink…” He looked back at me, still chuckling a bit.

“What?” He asked while looking me over.

“I-i’m s...orry, I… d-d o...n’t re, mem...ber.”

-WARNING-

This chapter contains a bit of physical abuse, and drugging.

This story is about an abusive relationship

Thank you for reading <3

It took him a moment to stop trembling as Ink gazed down upon his creation, broomy rolling away from the two as tears overwhelmed his eye sockets. What was this, this sensation that echoed through his ribs, why was he crying… maybe it was the last hints of the paint he had drank earlier wearing off, or maybe something in the husk of a Sans was reacting. 

“H-hi,” The small creation said from under Ink, watching the creator with both fear and anticipation. After a moment passed he scooted out and climbed to his feet, “Ink I’m here.” He spoke softly while reaching out for the creator, but Ink flinched back from his touch. 

“Stop it,” He said softly, the shock still settling out. “Are you… do you remember or don’t you.” He was still processing it all, his mind a blur of what was and wasn’t there. Staring at the creation he could have sworn he saw Error for a moment, but he wasn’t there. “Are you or aren’t you Error?!” He snapped, he was falling apart without the destroyer, he needed him, he didn’t just want him, he needed him.

“I-i don’t know,” Error responded, the memories that were once so vivid to him now fading like a dream. “It’s all so blurry, but I know…” The small skeleton paused grabbing a fist full of his own shirt, “I know why he did it, and…” His voice trembled as the tears overwhelmed in, “And, I… A part of me understands.” A wave rushed over Ink as he listened to Error speak. 

“Understand?” He breathed, the last scarps of his Error were in there, he couldn’t lose that. He dropped to his knees, straddling Error’s chest and pinning his arms down. He didn’t even let Error fight as he pulled out his bright yellow vial and opened it. With his other hand he forced Error’s mouth open and nearly choked him on the liquid before forcing his mouth shut again and covering his nose. “Swallow.” He ordered eyes glowing red.

“Yeah! Of course! Ink made it himself! Wanna see?” He asked, pulling out the white heart shaped soul. It looked as if it had been smashed to pieces then delicately placed back together. Black inky goo filling in any missing pieces, as well as holding it all together. It seemed like it was barely even stable as it floated in Error’s pink and yellow hands. “Ink said my body didn’t want to stabilize, so he had to borrow from other versions of past me! It’s so nice that they let him have parts of their souls so I could live.”