It was a glorious site, beautiful and filled with endless despair.

This endless cycle of hopelessness and death and rebirth made them coo, the codes playing before them.

A wicked giggled filled the air.

"I See you dear toy, enjoy your doooowntime," they purred.

Fate laughed.

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"Hey Twilight.. do you remember your first life.. like if you were someone before Error?" Blue asked,

Twilight paused from where he was drying dishes for his friend thoughtful.

"No.. just a memory of what may be part of it," he admitted.

"Oh?" Blue asked curious scrubbing at a stubborn piece of food on a dish.

The smell of salt and seaweed, the sun glistening over what seemed and endless ocean.

A too tiny hand slipping into there own.

"Nothing important," he lied easily and went back to drying, Blue stared at him for a moment but went back to cleaning.

"If your sure," Blue said quietly.

"I'm sure"

"Mama! Look at all the colors! I want to paint it"

"You can paint anything you want sweetsoul I'm sure your father will love it"

Nothing important at all.

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"Hello Reaper," Life greeted her counterpart, a bit surprised as his next visit should have been a week away "It all well my friend?"

His eyes were glowing heavily a deathly Blue, darkness and shadows swirling around his form.

"Tell me of the bearer of the red strings," he said quietly.

Life dropped her watering can, water spilling across healthy emerald moss.

"Oh dear..." she said.

At least he hadn't named the being, no one deserved there attention.

"Come... let us have tea"

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Ink hummed cheerfully, today was a good day.

No creation, Fate wasn't playing puppetmaster at the moment so he could do other things.

He dabbed at a canvas, greens and blues with a hint of white in waves.

There was a lazy sun in the sky, is ways warming the water below with only a wiff of clouds in the air.

It was coming out nicely, just like the scene he was painting from.

He got up for a small walk, allowing it to dry a bit before he added more touches.

Suddenly he spotted a figure on a bluff, curious he rushed towards that area wondering who was also visiting this out of the way AU.

"Hello," he cried happily reaching the top "Huh.. no ones there"

It was empty, frowning he wondered if they shortcut away.

"No footsteps?" he said confused, there was a lot of of mud thickening up there so there should have been a trace.

Red strings tightened.

"Wait.. what was I doing up here?" Ink said confused, then suddenly a drop of rain hit his skull.

"My painting!" he cried rushing back, confused on where the clouds had come from.

Fate laughed.