3rd person pov

He sat in the endless white abyss he called home. It was all he had ever truly known; all he could trust. Though, he wasn't safe from Fate, Ink or the voices. He longed for all the pain, suffering and loneliness to end, but Error knew that Fate wouldn't allow that. He was merely a thing; a plaything in Fate's eyes, meant to be beaten, tortured and much more; the list goes on. He spent the little free time he had crocheting, and listening to the voices hateful words. The Anti-void was where he belonged; he knew that. Anywhere else he went, the other Sanses would beat him down and scream harsh words and profanities at him. Did the voices in the void physically beat him? No. They only beat him mentally, but after awhile Error stopped taking the insults personally and accepted that they were apart of who he was.

After being abused horribly for a little while, he began to lose his sanity. Anger and insanity overtook him, and he fought back against Ink and the others. When Ink would yell at him and attack him with his oversized paintbrush, Error never actually hurt Ink; he just used his strings to stop Ink from moving so he could escape. However, in Errors rage and madness, he put a few small scratches on Ink with his strings. Then as usual, he fled. He knew that whether he hurt Ink or not, Ink would tell all the other Sanses that he hurt Ink and was an emotionless, merciless destroyer.
Soon, all his anger faded. He didn't care anymore. He became used to the daily pain. After all, he couldn't really change. He couldn't stop destroying, thanks to Ink. He was pulled from his AU and formed into who he currently was now by Fate. Ink wouldn't stop creating, resulting in 99.9% of Errors suffering. Little did Error know, that because of all the pain everyone caused him, they would pay.

HE WOULD HAVE THE LAST LAUGH.