I actually mentioned this in Shell, was so surprised no one caught on to that not even Snow. Thanks again Snow you sassy thing

No matter how many times it happened, Error hated it.

Destroying was his job, his Fate.

Literally.

'Sh*t' was his last thought as he died.

Again.

OoOoO

The gathered judges cheered, the Destroyer was gone.

Ink watched them, then looked at the dusty remains, slowly fading away. He wondered how long they would have this time, how long it would be before the Destroyer once again walked the multiverse, even stronger than before.

He pushed back the memories of past rebirths, the memories of the Sanses lost to Error stealing their bodies. So many AU's lost, as the creator he remembered them even if others did not.

This was his fault.

Not that he'd ever admit it.

He couldn't fix that broken code.

'Please, Error, stay asleep as long as possible,' he prayed silently.

He was so tired, and he rarely created during these times, desperately hoping for Error to not reawaken.

One day he'd find a way to fix the Destroyer.

Even he, a soulless being, could tell that Error never wanted to wake.

"Good night, Error," Ink whispered, and walked away.