Ink: "hello readers, I have taken over this fanfic.
Authorchan was taking too long to update, so i made things more interesting.
I couldn't remove them entirely, they still control the titles..but it doesnt matter.
I still control the majority of this fanfic now, and now I will be the center of attention.
Authorchan wont write a fanfiction about me, for they see me as a soulless asexual.
This was the only way."

~

Landing back on the beach, and canceling your original plans, you rush home.
Once your inside, you sprint to your computer.
After opening up google you search the web for different versions of sans.
And you find an article about error sans and one about blueberry.
Reading through them you spot something particularly interesting about error, He can destroy universes.
You wonder if he'd be willing to destroy yours, but you have to find him first.
Apparently he has something going on with another sans, named ink sans, and they hate each other or something like that.
So if you find this ink character you might be able to find error sans.
You google search ink sans, only to discover he is one of the sanses you saw earlier. You find and article about him and read through it.
You find out that you can summon him with special paint but where you'll find this paint might be difficult.
Then you remember he used a kind of paint to teleport away, you wonder if its still there.
You leave your house and sprint back over to the beach, you see the puddle of paint but it's slowly disappearing.
You immediately try to go into it, but it doesn't work.
You frantically try to keep it from disappearing by throwing stuff at it, And some of the stuff seems to go through.
Shortly after this, ink sans head sticks out of the paint.

"Hey, can you stop that!" He yells, obviously annoyed.

"I need help" you say, glaring at him.

"Ya got that right.." He mumbles(mental help), "so what exactly do you need help with?" he asks, with a bored expression.

"I need to find error" you state, determination filling you.

Inks expression changes to one of disgust and anger.

"Why would you want to find him? Do you want him to kill you or something?"He asks.

"My business is my business" you state flatly.

He smirks, and gives you a devious look.

"Sure sure, but what do i get out of this?" He asks, obviously plotting something.

"What do you want?" You ask, slightly annoyed.

He thinks for a bit before finally deciding on something.

"How about you help me with something.." He suggests, with a smug look on his face.

"What?" You ask, slightly disturbed at what he could possibly be thinking.

"Well you want to go see error right?" He asks, smirking even more deviously.

"Yes?" You say, wondering what he is thinking.

"Well you see, i've recently heard that a 'friend' of mine is currently in the possession of error.." he starts saying.

"You mean blueberry?" You ask, interrupting him.

"Yes" he says, "and I don't really feel like fighting him over this so i've decided to go for a more nonviolent approach, but it might involve you."

"So what exactly is this 'approach' you speak of?" You ask, skeptical about whether or not you should help this guy, but you don't really have any other options at the moment.

"Ya see, error wont let me have my friend unless he gets something of equal value in exchange, and that's where you come in." He says, eyeing you strangely.

"But what makes you think he'll want me?" you ask, very much confused.

"Oh he probably could care less about you right now, but I can easily change that" he says, with an evil look in his eye.

"How?" You ask, doubtfully.

"Your going to pretend to be my girlfriend" he says, with his jerk, face.

"What! Why?!" You ask, questioning his intentions.

"Error doesn't like me, so he will take any opportunity to make my life hell. So we're gonna make him want you, by making you seem important to me." He says, "but in reality I could care less about you"

"Well that's comforting" you say, your words dripping with sarcasm.

"So yes or no, i'm not going to wait all day" he says, impatiently.

"Fine." you say, shoving aside however uncomfortable you are at the thought of having to pretend to date this guy.

He reaches his hand out of the paint puddle, grabs your arm, and pulls you through.