I Chose to Run Instead of Breaking

Chapter Seventeen: Its the choices that are not choices that make us

I think I rewrote the chapter title to many times, gave up and used this one. lol

People did not seek death.

Or at least sane people didn't.

So when Reaper realized people were trying to find him, he was a bit confused.

He was pretty sure people were suppose to flee from him, not seek him.

"HELLLO!" A voice shouted, Reaper took to the sky in shock at the creator being two inches from his face suddenly.

"Stars darn it Ink, stop doing that!" Reaper protested "What if it wasn't you, and someone not immune to my touch and they touched me?"

"Hmm.... I guess they'd die then, which.. would be no fun or anyone," Ink said thoughtfully.

"What did you want Ink?" Reaper asked with a sigh, coming down and floating a bit do he wouldn't kill plant life.

"I need...." Ink began then paused, his memory clearly not helping "Give me a moment."

"Take your time," Reaper sighed, knowing if he rushed Ink he would misremember. He wasn't quite sure if it was an issue of being soulless, or something else about there body that caused Ink his issues.

"Oh! Are you coming to the barbecue next week," Ink said clapping his hands together.

"Ink!" a voice shouted.

"Wait.. that's not it. What was it then," Ink asked turning to the second voice, which belonged to Dream.

"Reaper, I apologize. We need to know Error's location," Dream said apologetically.

"Oh.. what for," Reaper said unhappily, knowing Error preferred not to be bothered by the artist.

"For the barbecue?" Ink offered, clearly not remembering.

"No Ink, why did you go into forgetful mode now.. I.. don't need this," Dream said closing there eyes, clearly beyond exhausted.

"OH! We need him so we can Assassinate the Templers," Ink finally said, Reaper and Dream turned and stared at him.

"I'm destroying that game," Dream said dryly.

"Dreamy no!" Ink gasped.

"Ink, go back with Stretch and Sci, I'll take care of this," Dream said rubbing there face.

"Aw... alright," Ink said, vanishing into an ink portal.

"Please, I need to talk to Error," Dream said desperately.

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The skies of Outertale were as beautiful as ever, a shimmering blanket of star and a moon.

The air was cold and crisp meaning his breath clouded in front of him when he breathed, but Error didn't mind all this as he quietly knitted his legs danging over an edge above the void.

It was lonely, as usually Blue would join him on nights like this.

He could feel balance tipping elsewhere, thankfully not Creation and Destruction, but Positivity and Negativity.

He wanted to check on clue, but his duty bound him as he could not interfere unless asked due to Fate decree. He knew why the deity had done this, it was annoying but he understood.

His needles slacked for a moment as he felt Reaper appear, he could still feel the jagged remains of there bond... no Geno's marriage bond.

The Destroyer could not have a mate, friends yes.. but not a mate.

He'd made his choice even if it was no choice at all, sacrifice his happy ending or everything tumbling down. Fate had very few choices, and those other choices would have been a bad choice as Destroyers.

It hadn't been just Ink over Creating, true that hadn't helped... but a virus invading there multiverse damaging all the balances.

Till then, the balances had been built in without a hand at the wheel. Then it wasn't, and the multiverse began to spiral.

The end of everything, or giving up everything.

He gave up everything, knowing that if he said no they'd all be worse then dead.

He... gave up Reaper.

So Geno died so Error could be born.

Reaper and error suffered in silence, knowing a gulf now separated them.

Fate.. was still cleaning out the damage eons and eons later.

Still apologizing for what the virus had done.

"Reaper... why are you here?" Error finally asked with a sigh, his tiny fragment of a soul aching for what was once his.

"For me..." a voice said softly, Dream.

"What do you want Dream?" Error asked, realizing they were not here to attack him for his job.

"Please, I'm asking you to save Blue." Dream begged.

About time Fate mused.

Error agreed.