defect // error!sans [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5

"You dipshit! I bet you're the person that keeps removing Ink's universes! Let me go! What did you do to this universe?" The creature rambled on angrily, but I ignored its yells and studied it closely.

It looked like a human, had a scarf that resembled Ink's slightly, and their outfit simply consisted of jeans, knee-high boots and a cyan shirt with a darker sash that had many small pockets. I jerked the human to the right and almost 15 small tubes of paint poured out from the pockets.

Are they a property of Ink's? They have Ink's stuff. They keep talking about him-

"LET- GO!"

I flew backwards, but caught myself just before I slammed into Grillby's.

The human now had an open book in their left hand, while the other was out with an odd symbol on their palm. Their eyes were wide and they were panting heavily from shock. After regaining their composure, they turned around and broke into a full sprint. I startled, lifting my hand to capture and drag them back towards me.

"Go away, Error! They didn't do anything to you!"

Ink slammed down onto my wires and cut them with ease with his paintbrush. The being darted behind Ink, shaking in terror as their scarf wavered uneasily, as if depicting their mood.

"Who is that defect?" I questioned, my hands tucked into my hoodie.

"None of your business. Do you mind restoring this universe back? I enjoyed their sense of fashion here."

"I don't know how to restore."

Ink sighed in disappointment, before turning his paintbrush one round and slamming it into the floor, splitting the ground into half. I 'tsk'ed loudly as I swiftly avoided it, sending a string to grab onto Ink's ankle and tugging it, causing him to trip and fall.

"(NAME)!" Ink barked loudly as he stabbed the wire holding him down with the edge of his paintbrush, but to no avail as I pinned him down under more strings.

The human took a few steps back and rooted themself onto the ground, and I felt myself get thrown backwards as their scarf flew up. Ink took his opportunity to dig his paintbrush into the snowy ground and tear a rift hurringly, the whirr informing me that they were escaping through it. The human followed after him and pulled the rift shut, preventing me from giving chase. I growled in annoyance as I ripped myself another rift and collapsed into the empty space.

It was definitely tiring, the war between me and Ink always drained me of energy. But there was still one thing that lingered on my mind that kept me awake.

I lifted my hand to my forehead to find it violently shaking, and I put it down.

Weak, weak, weak, weak, weak weak weak weak weakweakweakweakweak weak.

It was a lowly being, and I could've easily killed it when I had it in my grasp- the only fucking annoying thing stopping me was my curiosity. I flexed my fingers and looked into the blank space.

Somewhere in this area which was labelled the 'anti-void', Ink and the mysterious being had probably retired for the day.

I shouldn't linger here, my purpose wasn't just to be another filled space in the anti-void. I recounted the number of universes that remained.

87... 88... there should be 102 that I haven't destroyed yet. Out of those 102, 67 has been completed and 34 that Ink is working on. There were 180, but then 78 universes had destroyed by me, and the remaining 1 is something I've been working on taking apart. My fingers froze as I detected something wrong.