It was over. The war between creation and destruction was finally, finally over.

And now, it was just Ink and Error. Error destroyed all the AU's, but Ink saved the creators, allowing them to pursue other fandoms.

They sat a few feet apart in front of a little fire they put up. They were the only ones there; this was an Outertale genocide timeline, after all.

They spoke very little as the clock ticked by, their deaths looming near.

"It was an honor fighting you. Knowing that I was the only person in this dying multiverse that could stand a chance against you," Ink murmured.

"ThE fEeLiNgS hErE aRe...ReCiPrOcAtEd," Error replied.

Ink sighed.

Error blinked.

One moment, Ink was there, the next moment...

...he wasn't.

Error sighed this time in resolve. He went to his crumbling anti-void. 

He tugged on the strings of all the souls he had collected. Each one shattered with a loud crack.

He took down all the puppets he had ever made, dismantled his hammock, and picked up his beanbag as well.

He threw each of those personal belongings into the fire.

Error sighed for the last time, breathed for the last time.

He looked at the last shooting star he would ever see, and all went black.

Alternate ending:

Error awoke in his anti-void.

Oh dear, another AU had been created.

Time to go fight Ink again.

Yet, there was something so strange about their fights.

It's almost as if every move he had ever made in those fights had been made before.

He brushed it off and teleported to the timeline his enemy was in.

Second alternate ending:

Error woke up in Undertale!Heaventale. This AU would never shatter. It would just float around without multiverse, it's only purpose being to grant peace to the souls of what was once its home.

Error had dark grey wings shaped much like a demon's, complete with horns and a tail.

Not very far from him was...Ink.

He walked up to the artist who seemed to be in reverie. 

The creator's wings were fluffy and pale grey with a melting halo to accompany it. Error poked him briefly to wake him up.

"Oh, Error. Nice to see you again."

And though he never said it, they both knew that Error felt the same.

"A little pocket just for the people who participated actively in the war. We even have our own little house, unlike the rest."

Error nodded.

"So, Error CQ, my dearest enemy, will you spend the rest of your afterlife getting annoyed by me forgetting what I ate for breakfast?"

"WiLl YoU sPeNd ThE rEsT oF yOuR aFtErlIfE wAtcHiNg Me CoMpLaIn AbOuT tHe LaSt SeAsOn oF UnDeRnOvElA?"

There was silence. An agreement had been reached though none said it out loud.

"Come on, we gotta get new craft supplies. There's a little shop down the road, and the afterlife can't be this boring."

They both stood up and walked, Error following in Ink's lead.

Newer fandoms would hear the legend of the battle between creation and destruction.

Older fandoms would revere the duo for reaching peace.

Enemy and enemy now friends, friends who only became so because of their deep respect for each other - a respect no one understood or could achieve.

In a very strange and twisted way, their fates were aligned to be so from the beginning.

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this was wayy deeper than i meant it to be but oh well

but like - i live for the idea of ink and error tolerating each other out of the respect they have for the other even being able to fight them one on one