Error Survivor

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Three days later

Y/n felt the strings nearly graze her shirt sleeve as she dodged. Gasping, she held her brush in front of her defensively. She glared at the strings' origins, only getting a cheeky smile in return. Over her shoulder, the blue strings turned sharply, coming back towards her at lightning speed.

She threw a paint attack at her skeletal attacker. Black paint sprawled everywhere. They dodged the attack with ease. Y/n glanced behind her, the strings were upon her. She tried to dodge the attack coming from behind. The strings were too fast...

They wrapped around her chest, binding her arms. Making contact with her soul, it instantly turned blue. Her mahogany brush clattered onto the floor. The sound was hallow with her defeat. She struggled against the strings, clearly distressed.

"Ink!" She yelled, glaring in his direction. "I get it, I lost! Let me go now." The skeleton chuckled flicking his brush. The paint strings lost their form, becoming only blue paint. The substance puddled on the ground as it rolled off Y/n. The blue color on Y/n's soul melted away, letting her move again.

"Dodge first, attacks later Y/n. The strings move too fast for you to do an attack." Ink instructed her as he stepped towards Y/n. She picked up her brush from the floor. He wiped some blue paint off her sleeve, frowning to himself.

"You should make yourself some new clothes." Y/n looked down at her sweater. It was getting worn in places and had some holes. The paint splatters didn't make it look any better.

"Yeah I guess I should. I didn't realize how beat up it looks."

"You can make some with your brush if you want. I don't mind if you draw on the floor!" Ink chuckled as Y/n stared at him with amazement.

"Wait, I can make objects with this!?"

"Yeah, have at it!" Ink sat down on the paint splattered floor, pulling a sketch book from nowhere. Y/n placed her brush on the floor, thinking of what to draw. After a few seconds, she started to sketch.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yeah?" She didn't look up from her sketching.

"You know... A new Protector is a big deal. So I was thinking... Why don't we have a party?" Y/n glanced at Ink, the skeleton was still drawing.

"Oh, a party?!" He chuckled at her excitement.

"Yeah, Core Frisk and I can invite everyone from all AUs. So you can get to know everyone."

"Can I tell Blueberry and Sansy?" Y/n felt a special connection to the two Sanses. Classic reminded her so much of her Sans from Surfacetale. Blueberry was the first person she met outside her universe. She smiled fondly at the memory.

"Sure, I don't mind. Just be careful around Underswap Papyrus." She looked up from her floor sketch, locking eyes with Ink. He had an expression of dead seriousness. She questioned him, scared of why a Papyrus was so dangerous.

"He's overprotective of Blueberry. He attacked me once, because he thought I was going to hurt Blue." Y/n quietly murmured an agreement that she would be careful. Minutes passed as both stayed silent, working at their own task. With one last stroke, Y/n finished her project.

"I'm done!" She sang as she slung her brush over her shoulder. Ink looked up from his work.

"Great! Now just pick it up as if it was real." She bent down, picking up the clothes. She picked up a pair of pants, a long sleeve shirt, a small vest, and a bandana to tie around her head. She also made a belt to hold paint in the future. All the clothes were shades of gray, most likely due to the black paint.

"That is so amazing!" Y/n rubbed the bandana between her fingers feeling the smoothness of the fabric. Ink coughed, trying to get her attention and succeeding. Smiling, he held up his sketch book. "Oh, wow Ink." He had drew Y/n. The drawing depicted her bent over, concentrating hard on her task while some of her hair covered her face. Ink smiled at his friend as she admired his drawing.

"Come on, let's head to the Omega Timeline."

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