For warning: contains the Error x Ink ship, along with Paperjam. If you have a problem with that don't read. Also slight creepiness. I warned ya. Also Ink has tatts.

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Italics  - thoughts

Bold - actions and names

"  " - speaking

*In the Void*Not the Anti-Void Where Error and Ink live*

 He was running. ERROR was Afraid.

"You cant run forever, my friend. I will catch you when you tier. I will keep you in remembrance of the fact that you fought against me the hardest. Even the Tattooed Artist didn't fight as much as you did."

ERROR stopped " 'Tattooed Artist' . . . That must be Ink!"

"WHERE DID YOU PUT HIM, YOU DEMON!!!!!!!!" ERROR screeched.

"HA! I put him with the rest of my puppets. Along with His Star eyed Son." The demon said bursting into giggles.

"Wait you have my SON TOO?!?!?!?!?!" ERROR yelled, slowly losing his hope to see his family again.

That devil spawn had the nerve to giggle at that.

"Oh *giggle* that was Your son as well?  I guess that makes sense, considering he is black boned, like you."

ERROR started running desperately, tears crowding his eye-sockets , and cascading down his face.

"Oh, *giggle* i can see and feel you losing HOPE from here. *giggle* I suppose that your hope cant exactly go lower than 1. The feelings of despair emanating from you is Delicious, if only my partner could taste it too. Alas , she is in bed so i guess she will have to taste it, some other time."

The voice stops speaking, but ERROR can feel them getting closer.

All of a sudden he is grabbed from behind by some extremely thin strings. He cant tell What color they are. All he can tell is that they were sent with malicious intent.

His SOUL pops out and he starts to deform.

??? POV.

He He, i finally got ERROR. Now to put him with the rest of his family in the Doll-hose. I open the doll-house and on the top floor i put ERROR with the Tattooed Artist, I think ERROR said that his name was Ink, and there Son, apparently.

OH! 

My partner is waking up. I must go. Good bey my puppets.

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Good bey to you too, Reader.