...White...

That was the only thing that greeted Ink when he opened his eyes. Blinking a few times, he tried to remember what happened and where he was. It seemed like he was standing in the void, but something didn't feel right. As he looked around him, he realized that he didn't have his weapons, and he was all alone. He tried to move, but he couldn't go anywhere and he didn't know why until he looked down and saw that his wrists and ankles were in blue chains. Confusion and fear filled him as he tried to yank the chains off of him.

Soon, he heard the sound of footsteps coming towards him. When he looked up, he was relieved to see some familiar faces. It was Classic Sans, with Frisk, Papyrus, and Toriel all with him. Ink breathed a sight of relief.

"Thank goodness you're all okay!"

When none of them answered him, he began to worry. He tried to take a step towards them, but the chains suddenly tugged him back with a strong force. Ink struggled to keep himself standing while looking at them all with panic filling him.

"Please! Help me!"

None of them moved, their eyes were dark and hollow. Then Frisk walked up to him, their brown hair covering their eyes. When they stood only a few inches away from Inks face, they moved their hair to reveal a horrifying sight. Their eyes were empty, and pitch black. Tears of blood began to fall from Frisks face, but they did nothing to stop the tears. Inks breath hitched in his throat seeing something so awful. He tried to reach his hand out to them, but the chains held him back. He kept trying to break free from the chains, but then he heard Frisk mumble something. He could barely make it out.

". . .Why Ink. . . Why did you do this to us?. . . Do you hate us that much?. . ."

His eyes widened at what Frisk said. Where was this coming from? Suddenly, everyone behind Frisk began to glitch, and soon they were all covered in wounds. Papyrus had his head sliced clean off of him, his skull resting at his own feet with the eyes still wide open and pitch black. Toriel was holding her hands in front of  her chest that had  a knife wound going straight across it and multiple cuts on her face, small tears of blood went down her face. Sans had the slash mark across his chests as well, blood streaming from both his wound and mouth with a sad, empty look on his face.

And Frisk.......well, it wasn't Frisk anymore...A new child stood in front of him. With a green and yellow sweater, covered in blood and dust, a stained knife in their hand and a smile on their face. Their eyes were pitch black with some weird substance falling from their eyes. They chuckled as they looked down at the horrified Ink.

"How does it feel Ink? How does it feel to no longer be in control?"

Ink said nothing as the child in front of him began to laugh maniacally, then vanished before his eyes. Everyone else was gone as well. Ink then heard another laugh, a laugh he was too familiar with. The chains on his wrists forced him to stand up, then the chains turned into strings. Strings wrapped all around his body, controlling every movement he made. Tears began to fall from his face, knowing who was behind this. When he looked up, there stood Error, but he was the size of a giant, and he had the most sinister of smiles on his face. Moving the strings, he forced Ink to pick up a large knife that appeared before him. Taking hold of it, more tears fell from his eyes. He knew where this was going.

"Please. . . Don't make me do this. . ."

Error suddenly stood behind him, still moving the strings and controlling him. Ink closed his eyes as all of the AUs appeared. The balls of life floated all around him, every AU that was ever created now stood before him. And now, they were all going to die by his hand.

Ink only cried out in pain and sorrow as Error laughed at his newly made puppet. Error smiled as he moved the strings that controlled Ink and made him destroy every AU, one at a time. Ink could only hear the cruel voice of Error.

"NOW I AM IN CONTROL!"
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Inks eyes shot wide open as a scream came out of his mouth. His breath hitched in his throat when he realized that he was no longer in the void, he didn't know where he was. He was laying down on a very comfy couch in some house he didn't recognize. It looked like it was the old house from UNDERTALE, but it didn't feel the same. He looked around for a window and saw that he was indeed in Snowdin, so he knew that he wasn't on the surface. Could he be in some other house that belonged to another Sans and Papyrus? He quickly looked at his wrists and ankles expecting to see chains or strings, but nothing was there. He was completely alone in the room. Ink placed a boney hand on his forehead as he tried to calm his breathing down.

"It...it was......just a dream?......"