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Please know that Error might be slightly different, although he will mainly be the same, and Ink might be very different from their older versions. It's hard not to make them different, as this is a rewrite. I just want to put that out in the open now.

Right now I am building up the world a bit, giving prospective into different characters' minds. So, not a lot of dialogue just yet. I want you all to see how others feel, think and want at the start, and then you all can compare it when it gets later on into the story. Seeing how the characters develop and evolve over time, how their emotions, wants, and thoughts may stay the same or change.

-Start Chapter-

Creation is life.

That much, Ink knew for certain. Yet, for some reason, Error could not see this or understand it.

Error, the tall, glitching Skeleton Monster that would destroy the whole Multiverse if given the chance. Closing his eyes, Ink could picture him in his mind clearly.

Standing tall, with scars all over him, glitching and multi-colored. Wearing a tattered black jacket, red sweater and black pants with his glowing blue strings holding them together, Error obviously did not care about his looks or fashion. With lines going down from his eyes sockets, blue lines that looked more like tears than anything. His mismatched eyes glowed with power and something else Ink could never place. Error looked so different from any other Skeleton Monster, let alone a Sans'. A given, as it showed just what Error was.

Error, the Destroyer of Universes, was a monster.

When Ink first woke up in the Doodle Sphere, it had been amazing at the start. His first memories are a bit blurry, but what Ink remembers most about that time was after a while, he became so lonely. He didn't know how he got into the Doodle Sphere, but eventually he knew he had to get out of it and find home.

After a bit of time and practice, he found out that he could leave the Doodle Sphere and create. It had taken a lot of time, magic, and wondering, but eventually Ink had found a way out. But, after coming out of the Doodle Sphere, Ink found that the Multiverse was not what he had expected. There had been only on Universe, only one place to go to. Yet, he was not in the CODES for that Universe.

It was if Ink didn't even exist.

There was nothing to let him know who he was. Where he came from. If someone was looking for him.

Ink had no Universe to call home. No friends waiting for him, no family, no lover, no nothing.

So, if nothing was waiting for him, he'd make something.

He'd make a home.

The first few AU's had been experiments. He made them unlike Undertale, similar characters but not the same plot, and for a good reason. He knew that they would be unstable. It was his first time using magic and manipulating the CODES to create something as huge as a whole AU, of course the first few would come out wonky. Just like with drawing for the first time, practice is needed to make everything stable. Eventually, he knew that the first few AU's would fade or not breed life, there was a huge chance of the AU's just staying barren, so he paid them no mind.

Soon, he got into the groove of things. AU after AU he created, them stable and filled with life. And before Ink knew it, he had so many friends! Others that wanted to hang out with him, looked up to him, and loved him. Ink was no longer lonely. But he kept going, because the more creation, the better. Eventually, he started to make copies of AU's, with small differences in-between them. To make sure that the Originals were not lonely like he had been.

Then, Error came out of nowhere. 

Literally.

At first, Error had been loud, insane, and very much in his face. It was shocking to say the least, as Ink is sure that he had never created such a Monster. He could count on one hand how many Monsters there were that he did not create himself; Fresh and Error, that's about it unless Ink has yet to meet others.

Ink tried everything to make Error stop his destruction. Error had called his creations "Wrong", "Abominations", and even "Death". Error truly hated creation, and it showed with every action the glitching Monster made. Ink tried everything to get the other to stop, tried to make Error see that what he was doing was wrong. Destruction would only lead to pain and death, Ink couldn't allow Error to just kill his creations, his friends.

Over time, Error mellowed out in some ways, grew sharp in others, yet was still so insane. With time grew more scars, more pain, more fights, more death, more hatred. It was as if Error thought it was all a game. There was no end in sight. Did Error think he was the big bad villain, and he, Ink, was the hero that he must beat once and for all? Or did Error, in his delusional mind, think he was some kind of hero and that he was the villain? What kind of game did Error think this was? With all these lives on the line, what did Error truly want?

No, Ink knew the answer to the last question. All Error truly wanted was destruction of all AUs. that much was clear. 

Years have passed, so many that Ink has lost count. Yet, this war between the two of them seems like it will never end. Ink doesn't know what drives Error besides destruction for destruction's sake, but he knows he has to put a stop to it. It only got worse when those darker Monsters banned together, teaming up. How they had fallen so far, Ink will never know. He might create the AU's, but their actions are not his own. 

More and more problems showed up after Error came into the picture, and Ink has a feeling that more will just continue to come alive while Error was breathing.

There is still a tiny part of Ink that wishes that they could be friends. That he and Error didn't need to fight, that they could hang out without pain and fighting. Maybe, they could have became more than friends if given the chance. There was so much that Error could be. So much good Error could do, if only he wasn't such a monster. Yet, there was something that caught, and still has, Ink's attention in ways he didn't want to admit to. How Ink wished that Error would stop destroying, killing, and just-! 

Ink wasn't blind though.

With how Error is, there was no chance of that happening.

Opening his eyes, Ink looked around the barren, dust filled AU. While he might have saved the AU from being destroyed, he was too late to save the human and Monsters in it.

Leaning down, Ink lifted up some of the dust in his hands, tears coming out of his glaring eyes.

"Is this all just a game to you?"

--------------------ANTI-VOID------------------------------

Creation is destruction.

Destruction is creation.

One can not exist without the other. To create, you must destroy what is already there. To destroy, there must be creation to destroy.

It is impossible to make something out of nothing, you must take other items, destroy what they are, and create something new out of them. You can no destroy nothing, you must take a creation, destroy it, and thus leave room in the space where the creation was.

Creation and Destruction are two halves of a whole; Yin for Destruction, Yang for Creation. Together, they make balance. Separate, they make instability.

That much, Error knew for certain. Yet, for some reason, Ink could not see or understand it.

At the start, Error would admit to not caring about the Balance of the Multiverse he was forced to live in. But, at the time, he had been too angry to really care about anything but his VENGEANCE.

He had been trapped in that endless white for so long. The Voices screaming at him, overtaking him mind. How that place, his jail, messed with his mind and emotions at the start. Calling for help did nothing but make the Voices grow louder and laugh at him. There was one point to where he had purposefully made himself bleed just to give the white some color.

His first attempt at suicide, hanging by his own strings, happened soon after that. Dark blue strings hanged off his SOUL, pulling it back together after it should have broken off. 

Dark Blue, the terms of the SOUL, means in VIRTUE, STABILITY. It can also mean, in terms of VICE, EMOTIONLESS. 

It was how Error found out that not even death wanted him. That he was stuck in an endless loop. That may have been when insanity truly took him over now that he thinks about it. 

What is now called the 'Anti-VOID' is not something he'd wish on anyone; besides Fate that is.

Fate, the one who calls themselves a 'God'. The one who says that this is his fate, that there is no way out of it no matter what he does. Fate has deemed this his life, his fate, and he cruses even the word 'fate' because of it.

At the start, after getting out of the Anti-VOID, Error, in his tortured mind, let his need for VENGEANCE and JUSTICE take over everything in him. It drove him to destroy. To destroy all besides the original Undertale.

In the back of his mind, he had thought that if he did destroy everything but the original, then he wouldn't have to destroy anything. Or, at least, not have to be forced to destroy. Error would rather destroy what he wanted to, not to have someone point and force him to do it. And killing children, newborns, is not something he loves to do.

But, back then, none of that mattered. What mattered was fighting, destroying, all that stood in his way.

Then, in came Ink - Fate's one and only true child.

If Ink was Fate's true child, then Error was the unwanted adopted child that Fate stole away out of malicious intent mixing with having no choice. Because while Error doesn't recall his past at all, he knows for sure that if Fate didn't need him, he wouldn't be in the position he is in now.

Ink, who stood just at Error's hips, was someone who Error wanted to strangle, scream at, and just ask 'why' at. The small Creator created AU's obviously, as it was his job and he seemed to love it, but he went too far with it. And then has the gal to try and stop Error from doing what he needed to do. Sure, at the start, Error wanted it all gone, but as time went on, Error lost his anger.

Never his insanity. But his anger had faded as ETHEREAL grew in his SOUL. The light sky blue color slowly trickled into his SOUL, contrasting from the yellow and darken yellow already in it.

By that time, almost all of the Multiverse hated him. Ink, the one who they might as well see as their savior and God, hated him. So, the rest of the Multiverse followed the leader. No matter how many times Error said it was his job, that he had to, that too many AU's was a bad thing, no one believed him.

Only the darker Monsters would stay by his side.

Sure, Nightmare poisoned him daily, Horror chewed on him every time they see one another, and Dust loved to try and kill him. But they were his. The same went with Cross, who always was a funny Monster and Killer, who would listen to his stories. Then, there were the Charas' and few Frisks' that were blamed and used as scapegoats like he was. Where the human blames all their sins on them, like they were the ones to decided to go on a killing spree just because. No, they were the consequences to the human's actions. But of course, who would believe that? The world around them shapes them, gives reasons to actions. yet, no one can understand.

The Judge is blind.

Everyone is blind.

There was also Swap, but after kidnapping him and letting him go, Stretch made sure that he wasn't welcomed in UnderSwap anymore. Besides, it was better to stay away for Swap's own good.

Error was much too dark for someone so light. He'd just taint the other. No, better to stick to others similar to him. Even if he rarely sees them because of his 'job'.

Who else would love a monster but other monsters? Better to stick together in this Multiverse that denies the obvious and is so judgmental to things they do not understand. Such hypocritical Monsters, but then again, they must take after Ink.

The Monster who were abandoned by Ink for what they are. It was hilarious and so hypocritical. Ink created their AUs, created them to be what they are. Sure, he might have created it vaguely, but what he made lead up to what they are today.

Without his anger, only his sense of JUSTICE kept him going. For the Balance, for the Multiverse. But there is only so much he can take. Only so much anyone can take. It has been years. So many years that he has lost count. Years of fighting, of pain, of so many silent cries for help that go unanswered after his vocal cries for help were laughed at. He is beyond the point of giving up.

He's only holding up by a fried thread, and no one can see it.

Ink, the creator, was going to kill them all. Even when he was lost to anger, Error never made a dent in all of Ink's creation. If the AU's touch, then everything is going to crumble. There is only so much space in the Multiverse, and Ink was eating it up with his AUs. With no space to grow, they would touch and die.

Yet, for some reason, Fate will not pull back Ink. Ink, for some reason, would not stop. It was as if Ink wanted everyone to die.

Maybe they just wanted to watch Error suffer?

Or maybe Ink thought this was all some type of game? Where he was the hero, and Error was forever the villain that he had to beat? Was Ink truly that conceited? Or did he think the whole Multiverse was his sandbox and all the lives in it his toys, like how Fate does?

Sitting in the endless white, Error looked down at the doll that looked like Ink in his hands. Closing his eyes, he could picture Ink in his mind clearly.

Standing at the height of Error's hips, Ink's ever changing eyes were glaring at him. Wearing a paint stained white sweater, brown pants and fingerless gloves, boots, a long blue scarf, and a strap of paints across his chest while a huge paint brush was strapped to his back, Ink looked every bit non-threatening as possible with his bright colorful stains on his clothing and small height.

But, Error wasn't blind.

Ink was the most threatening Monster there was. For Fate favored him. For he, the creator, had no limits and would accept no consequences for his actions. No SINS to crawl up his back, for he does not feel SINS. Ink was the most dangerous, for he was slowly killing the Multiverse one AU at a time and almost the whole Multiverse backing him despite that.

Opening his eyes, Error looked down at the doll in his hand once more.

"iS THiS aLL jUST A gaME To YoU?"

-End Chapter-

Error knows the truth about the Balance and Fate. Ink, on the other hand, does not. This shows in their thoughts.

Ink, in this story, does have a SOUL. I just want to say that now. More on his SOUL will come up later in the story.