Credit to harrish6 for FGOD concept and Fate.

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Ink came to the next day, and for a long while he laid contemplating on how and why he was still alive.

The warm soft fabric wrapped around his aching bones told him he was no longer in that damn dungeon.

Was he home? Did Dream finally saved him?

With much effort he weakly forced open his sockets and glanced around hopefully. Said hope soon dying when he noticed it wasn't his room or any room he's been in before. Hell, really focusing he could tell it wasn't even a room.

The blue ceiling above him wasn't a ceiling. It was a a web of blue strings blocking out a blaring white void and hung down around him like a tent.

Ink closed his eyes again, taking in a shaky gasp knowing exactly where he is and who could have brought him here.

Forcing his eyes open again and gathering as much strength as he could he tried to sit up.

After a few minutes he paused to catch his breath. It took a great amount of effort to even lift his own hand. Sitting up let alone standing would be nearly impossible.

But he sure as hell try.

"Save your strength creator."

Ink gasped in fright, head turning to the side to see part of the tent like structure raze up.

Much to Inks fear, Error slipped in. The Destroyer made his way over with something in his hand.

Ink took a shaky breath and closed his eyes again. The destroyer was coming to kill him. He's going to tear him apart. He's going to- he's going to-

Ink eyes snapped open in surprise as a spoon was shoved into his mouth. The savory taste of tomato soup hit his tongue, making him greedily swallow without caution.

All Nightmare or his minions gave him were frozen or moldy scraps. So fresh, warm food had him nearly begging for more as Error pulled the spoon away.

Thankfully he scooped some more out of a container and brought it back to Inks mouth.

For a moment he hesitated. If could be poisoned or a trick. But at the same time he already swallowed some so if it was at least he'll die comfortably and hopefully with a full stomach.

So, hesitantly he opened his mouth and let Error feed him until the container of soup was empty.

Ink let out a content sigh before looking over to the destroyer who was searching through his inventory.

After a minute he brought out a role of bandages. Ink flinched slightly as Error tugged off his blanket, strings gently wrapped around him and forcing him to sit up.

Cracks along his spine shifted and opened slightly to the sudden movement, making him hiss in pain.

Error didn't seem to care as he began to unwrap bandages caked in dry blood from his ribs.

While he did so he talked.

"You lost a lot of magic, and the little you have is going to your recovery and-" Error flinched slightly, as if someone hit him before continuing. "-and something else we'll talk about when you're better. So you won't be able to move around very much. Your wounds need time to properly close to."

Ink watched the destroyer wrap him up, brow raised in confusion.

"W-why?" His voice came out as a croak. "Why save me? Heal me? Feed me? I'm your enemy!"

Error shrugged as he finished up. "You are. But that doesn't mean I want you dead. I mean I wouldn't care or mind if you did, but I wouldn't actively try and kill ya."

Ink frown in thought as he was laid back down. "If you wouldn't care, then why save me?"

Error sighed. "Someone asked me to and offered something I couldn't resist. That's all I'll say."

Ink hummed as Error covered and tucked him in. "Go back to sleep, ya need to replenish ya magic."

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A few week had past sense Ink first woke up.

Through that time he had gotten to know things about his enemy he never knew.

Error liked to sew and knit. For a long time he believed Error stole most of his clothing and blankets until he sat down next to him and knitted him a new blanket.

The destroyer actually liked some Aus. Some nights the destroyer would open a large portal above him to Outertale or other Aus. He would lull Ink to sleep talking about the stars or the plot and story of Novela, Ink thinks it's called.

Even if Errors voice was glitch and radiated a numbing static, it was still some what deep and soothing.

Also through that time, he learned food suddenly hated him.

When ever he tried to eat anything solid his body would almost immediately expel it.

He was very restless and tired at the same time. He was getting better though. His strength was still sapped, but he could sit up. Not on his own though. He still needed Error to support him and help out, but he was getting there.

Today Error slipped into the makeshift den.

The usual calm and stoic expression was replaced with a scowl.

"Ink, sense you are better now, we need to have a serious talk. About why your magic is depleted." He said making Ink raise a brow.

Ink smiled nervously. "What? Am i more injured than i though? Am I going to be wheelchair bound for the rest of my life?"

Error shook his head and looked up at him before saying bluntly-

"Your pregnant."

Ink froze. Words sinking into his mind as pure horror spread across his face.

In a quick moment he reached down to feel, and sure enough his fingers brushed a jelly like blob attached to his hip. For a moment he thought.

Maybe it wasnt his, maybe it was someone else's. But that was not possible. Ink had not been with someone recently besides what he did to him.

Thinking his fingers curled a bit around the blob. In response something moved inside.

The creator retract his hand quickly as if he had touched fire and gazed to Error desperately. "Tell me this is some sick joke." His voice cracking.

Error shook his head sadly and Ink began to sob.