You tell Ink you don't want to FIGHT.

"That's all it is," he smirks, "right? An act? A facade? You you with AUs as if you own them. You play God just as Edgar does. You made Error, basically the devil, to enact your malice without consequence, and you made me. You made me as your harbinger, your perfect puppet. I am done making new worlds for you to move on to! Chara was right! When you get bored with one, you move on to the next! Just die already you megalomaniac!"

Ink FIGHTs with everything he has.

"How many?" He asks, "how many timelines have you destroyed?"

Ink's attack continues, he's not stopping anytime soon. You begin to see the color disappear from Ink's design. He's... changing.

"And your art!" He excliams, "You ship Sans with Sans! Did you ever think about who I care about? No! Cause we're just pawns! It's a beautiful day outside, and writers like you should be canceled!"

Ink's attacks begin to grow darker...

Darker...

Yet darker...

"I am not Ink!" He exclaims, "not anymore. I am Cancellation!"

Ink's eyes glow black, the beauty, the art, is gone. This is no longer Ink, this is no longer your freind. This is...

Cancellation Sans.

(Does anyone wanna draw that? I think it'd cool.)

Choose.