Hiraeth (Ink x Error)

"I'm sorry..."

He's been in almost every room but one. It was locked and he couldn't teleport in. He guessed Ink made it that way so that only he could go through. After two months of living here, you would imagine he would find some kind of key, but there was nothing.

He looked under the door, there was a rectangle of light that came from a window. He got an idea. Why the hell has my slow ass brain not thought about that? He rushed downstairs and outside, keeping track of where that room was. He looked up to see a closed window. He used his strings to pull himself up and unlock the window. Thankfully, it worked.

Error's feet landed on the dusty floor, dust flew as he closed the window. The room was an art room, drawings and paintings of almost everything hung on the walls, the floor had sketches littered around in messy piled and groups. Error saw one pinned to the wall. He ripped it off the thumbtack it was held from. It was that one drawing of him Ink drew, folded in four no matter how hard Ink tried to flatten it.

Error put it back, pressing the thumbtack back into the paper and into the wall. He looked around some more. A desk with more pages, a mug of pencils and pens, and a computer with a drawing tablet. Error looked through the three drawers.

Paper...paper...and this? Error found a book. He flipped through to find Ink's handwriting. Did he keep a journal? Well, why am I surprised? Ink would do that. He flipped to the first page. There was a folded paper in there. It was a drawing of an Echo Flower, and once Error opened up the paper and it came to life.

Hello? Ink's voice rung through the silence. Error let the voice play one more time before Error folded the paper back to its original form and left it in the front. He flipped to the first page it dated back to April 17, a few years ago.

I really just realized just how forgetful I am. So maybe to jog my memory this will help. I like reading old stuff I made anyway, and plus, since existing with these emotions, I need somewhere to vent.

Life's been great, I've been exploring these different worlds and timelines. They are all so different and unique, and so creative! Props to the creators! I never knew they made more stuff!

I've really been inspired by the artists and creators, so I want to start creating myself. When I tried, it looked like a failed abstract art, if you can even fail abstract art. But I bet with some more practice I can! Hopefully?

P.S, I think I'll call myself Ink. Just a nice name for the Multiverse.

March 26

I've met Dream, another protector of the AUs. I've finished archiving the AUs in what I call...wait for it...

The Doodlesphere!

I know, great name. Anyways, Dream is basically, as he described it for so long, a protector of positivity and positive feelings. He asked me what I protected since I was a good guy, I just said I protected everything. I thought about that and it just seemed right to say I was the protector of AUs. I help artists and writers and make sure the AU doesn't flop. I like that title, it's like a nice little jingle. Like that one commercial with the real estate.

June 18

I found someone entirely different from me in the Multiverse. His name is Error. He's a glitch with one will. He wants to destroy all AUs. It seems like I have a new enemy, the Multiverse has a new enemy. Maybe I can reason with him, but he doesn't seem like the type to talk. Or socialize in any way. I tried approaching him but he only tried to attack me. I need to seal off the Doodlesphere. It's too dangerous now and he seems to know his way around codes.