Much swearing, much confusion, much paint

Oh. They are fighting again. How unremarkable.

They were fighting in the True Lab of an AU. The glitchy one was, as usual, loosing, but he did not show his pain to his tan-clothed opponent.

The tan-clothed one swiped the air with his large painting tool, the hair of which created a splash of red paint that burned the other when it made contact with his bones.

He finally cried out in pain.

In retaliation, he summoned those blue strings he seems to love and hate at the same time. Tying them around the tan one, the puppet threw him as far away as he could.

It so happened that 'far away' in the enclosed space was into a shelf of a strange, shimmering liquid on the opposite side of the room.

The foreign substance, contained in glass, fell and shattered on the now disoriented skeleton's skull. He was rendered unconscious.

The glitching one used this opportunity to escape; his pain and fear much stronger than his curiosity about the shimmering liquid.

Fate and Destiny watched in shock as the unconscious skeleton began to change. Change into something that absolutely could not do the job he was assigned.

Fate glared at the other. Before they could say anything, however, Destiny swore they had done nothing to encourage these events.

Fate's puppets had somehow cut their own strings.

And now, they had to do something with the now out-of-commision Creator.

But what?