I'm gonna be honest here. I haven't been updating because I'm afraid to continue. There's a few things I have here that make me nervous...
1: my own characters... I know some people are interested but... does it make sense to have them interact?  Yes because I've based inks arc on him and desolate. But do you really want to hear about all of that?

2: errormare child. I have a child I've made for their relationship. I'm hoping this story can get them public and I hope y'all are excited

3: I'm an anxious wreck. Any issue I have brought up gives me anxiety. I am fully diagnosed and take medication but I still feel it heavily. I get worried about people's thoughts. I just can't help it.

I'm just gonna write this chapter and see how things go...

 
Ink stared into the never ending stream of data. What punishment could he face for touching it? They were right there... the entire group of people that his copy slaughtered with no mercy.

He didn't know anyone but cross too well. He still wouldn't kill them... their trio was supposed to help them. What happened? Who caused this? Creators?  Do they even care? They control this... why would they cause this?

He grips onto cross' code. Just put it back. He's a creator... he should be able to fix this. He pulls it out and stares down at it. His soul appears into his hands. He's alive... ok how do we get him to reappear? He doesn't understand...

"What are you doing?" He quickly turns towards the voice. A skeleton he's never seen before.

Bad example photo but it's the only one I have.

The skeleton frowns seemingly disappointed about something, "you don't remember me? I know our meeting was cut short because I had to erase you but, ouch..."

"...your the one who did this aren't you..?" Ink reaches for his brush with an angry look on his face. He laughs slightly, "yeah if you wanna say that..." he shrugs, "names desolate... better remember it buddy..." he opens his bag quickly pulling out a spray can and shaking it.

"Y'know... it was a lot of fun actually. Being stuck in the black box my entire life? Not fun. Broke out and punished my creator... escaped that pitiful AU... and found this... can you believe all of the wonderful things people have created? So many stories. I need to find me and shell somewhere to live... nothing here works though... all the people I've come across die... then I found you. You're a creator! So easy to manipulate and copy. I know I couldn't give us a home after I became you... but... it was so much fun torturing you friends..." desolate smiles sinisterly almost mocking ink, "you shoulda seen your little lovers face. First I slaughtered all of his brothers friends and blinded him beyond repair... then... I tortured... your child...  and fought him to his death. It was quite pathetic. But it's amazing you have so much power and use most of it for DEFENSE!?" He laughs pointing at ink. Before quickly running at him with a quick spray of yellow-green paint. It burns!

Ink quickly dodges managing to not get complete hit by this acid like substance, "I'm gonna fix what you've done! You'll play for this!"

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It's quiet. Nightmare breathes in the cold night air. He's tired. This whole making a family thing is exhausting. It's almost time and they haven't decided on names. They should do that... it's gonna hurt like hell. He and error decided they could do this... so they will... they will give this child a better life than theirs.