Requested by Weebyhumanbean. Dear Bean, since you did not say Fluff or Angst or something else as a theme for this, I went Angsty. Because I'm in the mood to kill some characters off. >= 3

~Ink's POV~

I face off with Error. He is trying to destroy an AU. I pull my paintbrush out, but Error makes no moves towards me. I remember when we first began clashing, he'd always make the first move in a fight. But recently, he has been only defending himself and looking empty.

"Error? This is your cue to attack me." Error only shrugs.

"Wh4t'5 th3 p0int?"

"You destroy, I create."

"D0 y0u h4v3 t0 cr34t3? I5 it y0ur j0b?"

"No. I enjoy having all these people adore me." Error looks at me, emptiness and hopelessness deep in his eyelights.

"Y0u...d0n't n33d...t0 cr34t3? I'm h34ring y0u c0rr3ct1y?"

"Yeah. Why? Do you have to destroy?"

"Y35, 4ctu411y. In 0rd3r t0 m4int4in b414nc3, I h4v3 t0 d0 thi5. B3c4u53 y0u r3fu53 t0 5t0p cr34ting 4nd c1utt3ring up th3 mu1tiv3r53." My eyelights shrink.

He can't mean that...his destruction correlates to my creation...

~Weeks Later~

~Still Ink's POV~

I've been looking into what Error said...and he's right. My creation was overpopulating the multiverse, and he was forcibly ripped out of his home...and he was corrupted in the Anti-void, becoming...

It's unfair. I've decided. One final 'world'...And then I'll be done forever.

"One final touch, and voila" I lean against my paintbrush, nodding. Blue and Dream followed me, Blue's eyes with a hint of suspicion, and Dream doesn't even seem to know why I'm doing this.

"What are you doing, Ink?" I look at Dream, smiling.

"Making my last AU. One gift for an underrated person." On cue, a portal opens behind me, Error looking around.

"Ink? Dr34m?" I turn, watching as his gaze rests on Blue momentarily.

"Wh4t i5 thi5?"

"My final AU...and a gift to you."

"Wh4t? M3? Why?"

"I checked what you said...and you were right. Since your forced destruction was my fault, it was my job to fix it. This world is currently only accessible to you. Once Dream, Blue, and I leave, you will maintain full control here. You can watch whatever AUs you want, visit with/steal from whatever Sanses you want. It's an 'I'm sorry' gift..." Error steps into the world, looking around, pulling his puppets in. They form into mimics of Sanses, notably Classic, Blue, and Fell. The Puppet Blue walks up to Blue and it's obvious. TP Blue has button eyes and sewing marks.

"Th3y...4r3n't...r341i5tic..."

"Error..." Blue speaks up.

"I think we get it. You didn't have all the creation powers of Ink...so really...you making puppets is amazing on its own, no matter how unrealistic they may be." Blue walks past the puppets, hugging Error slowly and gently.

"At least...think about this gift from Ink? You can be safe here...from everyone...including." Error looks at Blue, turning his gaze to me.

"H0w d0 I 4dd 50m30n3 t0 th3 4U?"

"Oh, you'd just go into the code of that person and allow them access to this AU. That way you don't open the universe to where just anyone can come in. And only you have the ability to do that here." Error nods, opening the code of Blue, giving him access to come to the AU.

"Th3r3...I c4n h4v3 y0u vi5it m3...th4t'11 b3 3n0ugh f0r n0w." Blue smiles, nodding.

"I won't violate your trust, Error." I smile, walking to the Doodlesphere.

That will be the last time I see Error...I don't intend on overstaying where Error has a safe place.

~Month's Later~

~Still Ink's POV~

Blue runs into my study, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"They got to him!" My chair is knocked back from the force of my standing up. I run out of my study, grabbing my brush, opening a portal to the world, with Blue's consent. I run to the house Blue told me Error had set up, but we find Error laying on the floor of his living room, a big hole in his ribcage.

"Blue...I can't heal this..." Blue glares at me.

"You have to!"

"I physically can't..." Error looks at me, his eyelights filled with hope.

"D-don't...cry...guys...heaven...is...waiting...for me..." He looks at Blue, smiling.

"Take...care...of....*cough* Horror...please?" Blue nods.

"He'll know no hunger or darkness, same for his brother." Error looks back at me...smiling that sad smile.

"D-don't...blame...yourself...you gave me...a few good months...with this place...it...just was bound...to...end." I shake my head, looking away.

"I should have noticed far sooner...how did those fuckers get in?"

"Their....puppets...I was a fool...but it's okay...Ink...thank you...for giving me...a little...slice......of.........heaven............" Blue's wails could be heard throughout the multiverse that day. When we held the funeral, I made sure every Sans, including the fuckers that did this, would be in Outertale. If it's true, that the monster can live on where the dust is sprinkled, then Error deserves this. Horror and his brother moved in with Blue upon the offer of tacos. Even the Evil Sanses were there to watch. I opened the urn that contained all his dust, which was nearly impossible to collect, but we, myself and Blue and Dream, we did it anyways. I use magic to pull the dust out as a ball.

"Error in his life loved Undernovella, and Fell's chocolate, and the stars. He was beloved by Horror, Blue, Killer, Dust, Cross, Nightmare, and manny more Sanses. The Charas/Frisks all loved him dearly." I let the dust blow, covering all of Outertale.

"I don't know who killed him. But I want you fuckers to know, you killed a Sans who was hurt because of me." I turn to face the crowd.

"My creating nearly destroyed the multiverse, with too much clutter, it'd all touch and then worlds would burn and die. He was forcibly pulled from his AU, from his home, his brother, and put in the Anti-void. Where he was then driven mad and given only one command...to destroy. He was only doing it for the balance. I have no reason to create."

"I will do a few things for my final day as Ink, protector of the AUs, after that, I'll throw my brush away and just be Ink."

"His world is immortalized. I've made it as non-corruptible or destroyable as Classic's AUs."

"There will be a headstone made in his world. It will tell of a Sans who braved the worst circumstances to do a thankless job."

"We will no longer think of Sanses as 'Good' or 'Evil' and we will instead judge them based upon the whole story, and all the facts. Sanses like Lust, Fell, Horror, and others will be judged upon the world they live in, and therefore, the standards they know. Not based on what the multiverse deems proper Sanses."

"I am hereby pardoning the 'Evil' Sanses of all their crimes. Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Cross, Horror, ALL of them. They are all just Sanses who had shitty worlds, who need to be respected, or at least tolerated, instead of feared. They need to be understood." I grab my brush, Broomie, softly whispering it goodbye.

"And I'll do this final thing in front of everyone." I lift my right leg up, placing Broomie against my leg, and snapping it in half.

"I am not Ink the creator, nor am I Ink the protector. I am just Ink. I'm not to be revered or listened to after this point." I throw the brush over the edge and walk past all the Sanses, leaving them all stunned and in silence. I walk through the portal behind them, leaving that AU, Blue dragging Horror and his bro along behind me as all hell breaks loose in Outertale, with all the Sanses freaking out. Classic teleports, and walks beside me.

"That was ballsy."

"I know."

"You can't go to the DoodleSphere now."

'I know."

"Where are you gonna go?"

"Isolation. Where Error spent his last months."

"Why?"

"So I can understand how lonely he was, even in his final moments." Classic and Blue look at each other, but I just keep walking, only halting when an innocent voice speaks up.

"Error looked up to you. He understood that you didn't know, and didn't blame you." I close my eyes, tears slowly dripping down my face.

"He...admired that you were so...creative. He made food...and puppets...but he couldn't make AUs...he only destroyed them."