Error stood in the flames of what used to be a beautiful timeline, he was grinning despite clutching at his chest. He wasn't even sure what he was doing, how many AUs had he already gone through, how many timelines? Why did it hurt? He wasn't hurt, he was? Each timeline blended into each other, he never noticed when the world flickered around him, sending him into another dirty piece of garbage, ripe for destruction. It was just a simple repeat. His mind was elsewhere. He couldn't even understand his feelings.
Capture the human soul.
Destroy everything.
The usual, over and over again.

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Sickly - An Errorink Drabble
Short StoryError is sickly. Ink takes notice. (Drawing by me) (Error - loverofpiggies) (Ink - Comyet) (Sci - TalkingSoup) (Dream: Joku) (Blueberry: Undertale Community)