(Requested by PrincessDreemur102)

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(Ink)

Staring out grimly at yet another broken universe, a small tear fell from my eye socket. Who was doing this? Why did he do this?

Someone kept destroying my universes, always leaving just enough to rebuild them. Would this one be any different? Probably not.

Always, I rushed to one of my universes in distress but I never caught the destroyer. I'd had a glimpse of him once: black bones, black hoodie, and glitches with glints of red and blue.

As I walked through the universe, I sighed at the now familiar sight of blue strings and glitches. Something in the glitches seemed intelligible but I couldn't read it. It almost looked like numbers, sometimes, but no matter how hard I stared at a glitch all I saw was it dancing between the faint numbers and the broken object it was.

Kicking a pile snow over, I began to repaint the universe, erasing the strings and refinishing the buildings and landscape. Just another repair...

(Error)

It was doing it again. Just like it always did. It was quite satisfying to see how broken it looked as it observed my fun.

I always liked seeing it. Something about it intrigued me. Why did it try so hard? Hasn't it learned?

That one coded creature was so different from the rest. His code was extremely complicated, much like my own. All the others were easily hackable and I could break them with ease. Not to mention, this creature, while containing several coded strings that were above the others, lacked a core strand that all the others had. I wondered why he could survive without the core strand while all the others crashed without it. Taking ahold of that core strand of any other of the glitches gave me complete control.

He never saw me as I observed him. He never did. I watched him every time since I have been curious since my first glimpse of him. He almost caught me when I first began. Eventually, I began breaking things just to get his attention.

For some reason, I couldn't call him a glitch. His code was too complete, too purposeful to be a glitch. But he made all the other glitches, never stopping. He was bright and colorful, no matter what I destroyed. This was the saddest I've seen him.

Part of me questioned whether or not I should introduce myself. How would he react if he met me? He'd probably be angry. That would be an interesting emotion. I have yet to see him angry.

As I watched him, I noticed how smoothly his paintbrush flowed over the code. Coding was square and digital, yet his paintbrush painted smoothly in curves and lines over it, repairing the damage seamlessly. I, too, could patch code, but where's the fun in that? It was so much more interesting to break it, watch it crumble and collapse.

A heavy sigh brought my attention back to my favorite anomaly, this creator. He was crouching, repairing one of the glowing blue flowers that repeated sentences. He had repaired it and it had begun to sing a soft tune.

He hummed along to it. I found myself drawn to his voice, leaning forward to hear more of it. My code started reacting when he began to sing, and I clutched my chest, feeling my broken core code pulse and shiver. What is going on?

I grunted, leaning on a glitching tree. Instantly, the singing stopped and he turned around just as my weight snapped a branch. We locked eyes and he gasped, leaping to his feet.

"You!" he said with a mix of shock and anger in his voice.

Standing up, I chuckled, "Me-e."

Then I stepped back into the woods and jumped through a portal.

(Ink)

He was here?! I stared at the spot he vanished from in pure disbelief. He was watching me?!

Now I had an image and a voice to the streak I knew. I had a face.

A face...it lingered in my head, every detail trying to be recalled. Quickly I whipped out my sketchbook and hurriedly drew the face before it vanished from memory.

Once I was finished I stared at the drawing. Eyes gleamed from dark sockets, crazed with bright red and yellow colors. A yellow grin spread across the black skull. All of it was shaded by a dark blue-black hoodie. Error signs and glitches surrounded his head.

This was the face of the destroyer. Now I could look for him. The only problem was, he obviously already knew what I looked like. He had been watching me and for how long? How many universes has he been spying on me from?

Looking for him would mean hiding myself. But if he could spy on me without me noticing...

How the hell was I supposed to look for an essential ghost?

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Finished with repairs on the universe, I left with a sigh. Reaching my home, I pulled out the picture of the Destroyer and pinned it on my wall. Now I would see him, every day, just to remind myself who I was looking for.

Only, I found myself staring at the face, studying him, asking myself why. Why does he do this? Why does he destroy my art?

Why is he cute? Why does he follow me? Why does he watch me?

Why am I still staring at the picture?

Why don't I feel angry?

(Error)

The Creator. That is what I call the special anomaly that heals the glitches.

I had watched from a secret portal as he drew me. Now he knew what I looked like.

Grinning at myself, I peeked out from another portal, watching him leave the glitch he fixed. As if he'll ever find me.

Because I'm gonna find him first...

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It was almost too easy.

The Creator came into the AU I had been beating on. Not much, just enough to get his attention.

He looked around, curious and slightly sad at the destruction. But also determined as he gripped his massive paintbrush.

Is he trying to be threatening? I thought amusedly to myself. Observing his mild shaking as he strode forward, the confidence looked forced.

"I-I know you're watching me!" he challenged, looking around in a circle. A snicker escaped me at the forced bravery of his voice. How cute.

Sneaking strings around his ankles and legs, I snuck up. "GoOd-d," I said behind him. Before he even had time to turn around the strings had pulled him down with such force he knocked his skull into the ground and was instantly unconscious. Tying him up, I smirked, lifting his limp form in front of my face.

Opening a portal to my 'home', the Anti-Void, I brought him with me and put him in a little dark room I'd conjured up. I tied him to chair and left him to wake up. Boy, would he be stunned...

(Ink)

Groggily blinking my eyes open, I found everything to be dark. Gasping I tried to move only to find my hand bound to the arms of a chair. What?

Shifting and struggling, my entire body was attached to the chair in some way. Except for my neck up. Blinking in the darkness, I could barely make out the dim blue color of the strings.

If I could, I would have paled...He caught me?!!

I shivered in fear. Though a dim excitement bubbled in me, along with anger. Finally, I'd be able to meet the Destroyer and see his face properly.

After some time, I wondered where he was.

"H-hello?" I said, my voice small.

No one answered, but someone stepped forward. I could barely see his face, but I could make out the black-blue hoodie and the flashing glitches.

"You..."

He said nothing.

"What are you after? Why did you capture me?"

Nothing.

"Are you going to speak?"

Silence.

"Why are you staring at me? Why have you been watching me?"

He tipped his head to the side, a grin showing under his hooded features. But said nothing.

"I know you can talk."

More silence, but the grin turned smirk-like.

"Please say something..."

A bigger smirk. I sighed, giving up, feeling like he just enjoyed this. I felt disappointed and angry. He went through all the effort of dragging me wherever we were and he won't even speak. He hurt one of my creations and he's just going to sit there?

(Error)

He was fascinating to look at. His eyes made funny shapes, all brightly colored. He definitely looked cute with the pale blue hoodie on his waist and the ink splattered scarf on his neck. Viles of different colors were on a belt across his chest and I got curious. Stepping forward suddenly, he perked up, leaning back from my hand. Moving some of my strings I took the vials to a lot of unexpected protest from him.

"No, no, please!"

I cocked a glitchy browbone at him and continued to examine the vials. Taking one out of its little sleeve I examined, flipping it over as the bright purple color slooshed around. His eyes shimmered with a small fear as I moved it around. When I tossed it in the air he gasped and flinched, relaxing when I caught it and letting out a breath.

"Please...give those back..."

Ignoring him, I picked it up and checked to see if it had a code. Nearly everything had a code except his damn paintbrush. I didn't expect the faint, small coding to appear. Core coding?

Looking at him, I laid back and hung in my strings in front of him, the sash of colors on my waist as I observed the fast, complicated coding. It's as complicated as his and mine...

But he has no core coding... I looked at him, interest piqued. Now that he was close I could examine his code completely. I wanted to know more about him, and there were some things code couldn't answer...

"Wh-wHat's yOu-yoUr nA-namE?" I asked him. He squeaked in surprise at my sudden speech. It sounded cute.

"What?"

"YoUr-r n-naMe," I repeated. Unconsciously I gripped the vial tighter.

"I-Ink..." he muttered softly. Ink? Really?

"Hmm..."

He swallowed, "Wh-what's yours?"

"H-hUh?"

"Y-your name. What is your name?"

"CaLl-ll mE ErRor..."

"Well, Error, could you please give those back?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Wh-hy?"

"They're, um, kind of important to me..." he looked away. I looked at him, then to the vials.

"Are-rE thEsE a-a sOrT of-of su-suBsTituUte coRe?"

"What?"

I rolled my eyes, sitting up in my string hammock. Standing, I approached him and poked him in the chest, where the core code was designated.

"YoUr c-cOre cOdiNg is-is MisSinG. ArE-aRe tHeSe a sUbStitUte?"

He looked down, still confused. After some silence he looked up, smiling slightly while still being afraid, "Oh, you mean the soul!"

I stayed silent, assuming he somehow understood on some level and simply called it something else. He took my silence as acceptance.

"Um, I guess so," he said, shrugging, "I don't have a soul. Those little vials hold various soul colors. I keep them close, to have better feelings. Having them away from me I feel...empty, almost. Can I please have them back?"

I considered him. Soul... The soul must be the core. I thought about my own flawed core coding and pulled it out. It manifested into something black and blue that was cracking. When it came out a wave of pain hit me and I fell to my knees, gasping. Where did this come from?

"Oh no! Are you okay?!"

He's tied up, helpless, at my mercy, and he's concerned about me?

Gasping in pain, I shoved my coding away, feeling the pain dissipate as it returned to normal.

"Your soul..." I looked up at him. He had pity in his eyes. "Why is it so damaged?"

I shrugged. Most of me was damaged. I was flawed. Standing up, I wrapped the sash of apparently soul colors back around him and he visibly relaxed. He looked up at me, conflicted.

"Thank you..."

I shrugged again, laying on my string hammock to stare at him some more. He was adorable as he just looked at me, confused.

We stared at each other for a while. A small rainbow decorated his cheeks as I openly looked him up and down. I had to grin. Where his mind must be going...

"YoU'rE cuTe..." I decided. He looked at me, stunned beyond words.

"Wh-what?"

More silence. I got bored and flipped over, hovering in front of him and hanging by my legs. He just watched me, the rainbow growing stronger.

"I have a question."

I rolled my hand in a 'go on' motion.

"Why do you break my AUs?" he sounded angry and sad. This answer must be important to him.

I had to think. Originally, it was just a bit of fun. Until I found him...Then, I only just wanted to see him, observe him.

"I DId it-it fOr fUn-n," I told him, watching his head droop down in disappointment, "UnTIl I fOunD yoU..."

His head snapped up at that.

(Ink)

Wait, what? Why would he break my AUs to find me?

I had to admit, looking at him in person, I found myself staring at him as he looked at me. His colors were quite defined: black, blue, yellow, red. Anti-colors from normal Sans' I created. I knew I never created him, as I wouldn't make someone like him. I mean, yeah, I made Dust and Horror and Lust and a bunch of other twisted minds but something that destroyed my creations? Never.

My face warmed while he looked me over. No, not looked over: he was checking me out. I was certain of it. He said nothing after his answer. No explanation, no elaboration, no other points at all.

He called me cute...'But he's a stalker!' said part of my brain. I mentally shrugged, Eh, he's not so bad up close...

He hummed softly and I looked up at him. He looked confused, considering something. I was still mad at him for breaking my AUs but the sight of his soul was so sad.

"You-u kn-KNow, wE nEEd to-to Get to-to knOw e-eAch oTHer beTTer," he stated.

Cocking my head at him, I observed his face. It twisted into a mischievous smile.

Suddenly nervous, I asked, "H-how?"

Without another word, he leaned forward, still hanging upside down in front of my face.

"HoW-w aBoUt a-a DaTe?"

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(SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG)

(BE PREPARED FOR SOME ADORABLENESS IN PT 2!!)