The story is coming to its end soon... I'm afraid to lose you all... if it interests anyone I'm making another errormare story... I also have the crossmare one. I just love this a lot. I'm hoping my ending will be good for you all.

Ink felt himself floating in void. How long has he been asleep? He could swear he was just with dream.

"Ink can you hear me?"

He opens his eyes and only sees black, "hello?" He mutters out. Now that he thought about it his entire body hurt. We're they attacked at home? That doesn't sound like anything nightmare and his gang or error would do. "Ink... I am

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Your body has passed on and dusted"

"W-what!? How!?" He whimpers out. The person replies, "because the script was destroyed. You became a blank slate again."

"T-that's... that's impossible..." he says softly. "It is... it is my deepest apologies for causing so much pain... for allowing my story to be ruined by my heart."

"What do you mean?"

"I fell in love... and that person hurt me... hurt... all of you... my creations were destroyed. So was my mind. With that was your happy ending."

"Your a creator! You can still fix whatever happened right?"

"I've done all I could. I died for it. You and dream are safe. You will respawn back at your home. But it will be up to you to fix what your blank slate has caused."

"What happened...?"

"That night... your original text was removed. Your color you could say. Complete emptiness. With that new found power you sought out a way to stop the aus from being destroyed. You succeeded. Nightmares gang fell one by one.

Dust

Horror

Killer

Cross

That left nightmare their leader. Instead of ending it there you left him wounded to die."

"But... no... I couldn't... there's no way I would-"

"That wasn't you... that's where the problem comes in... can you be forgiven? I will try to help as I have already informed Dream of the situation... but your blank slate... killed... hurt... a lot of monsters. First off nightmares entire family was killed in front of him... next you left him blind and bleeding out. Then you tried to kill him and his new found safety, error. Then when dream came to defend him you killed him"

"NO!"

"No..." tears fall from his eyes as he drops to his knees, "I couldn't have hurt dreamy..."

"..."

"I loved him..."

"I know...

But we can fix this. I brought you and dream back... together you will be able to fix the gap and all the destruction caused by...

Hmmm...

Desolate..."

"Huh?"

"It wasn't you... so I'll call him desolate... I can't say he was ever you..." the creator sighs, "it's almost time... one more thing... ink... you have a son..."

"..." it's like all of his barriers broke into pieces. He grips onto himself sobbing, "..." the creator inhales, "he's a great son... his name is pallete... he's very talented. I'm sure you'll love him..."

"But will he love... me?"

"If he gets to know the real you... then yes... I'm sure he will..."