Error was bored.
He could confidently say that he was bored.
There wasn't much to do here, and Error had never stayed long enough to figure that out.
Error stood, standing on the edge of the star path.
Maybe, just maybe, he could-
No.
No, he couldn't go back, he'd told Blueberry that he wouldn't.
Besides, he might try to manipulate him again.
Error wouldn't let that happen.
Ever again.
So then, if he couldn't go back, what could he do?
Well, he certainly wasn't bored of the stars. He'd probably never get bored of those.
It was a shame that he eventually had to destroy this universe. Maybe he'd save Outertale for last.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's what he'd do.
Sighing, Error looked up at the sky.
Dare he say that Outertale was-?
Before he could finish his thought, an enraged shout echoed across the empty space, and Error only had time to look around before a splatter of paint washed over him.
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It was dark, dark, darkness pressed in all around him.
Did he remember?
What had happened?
The last thing he'd done was a faded memory, and now that he was thinking about it, he couldn't even remember his own name.
The only thing that was clear to him was the want for freedom.
The want to help.
His fuzzy memory pieced them together.
The want to help to free.
To free who?
His blurry eyes looked around, focusing on a glowing pinprick of red. Moving closer, he realized it was a human soul. It seemed to shy away from him, and he panicked.
"no, wait! don't go... i'm hERE to hELp."
The soul shivered.
He didn't remember his voice being that... glitchy.
What did his voice used to sound like?
The soul seemed to pause, and then, it bounced up and down in midair in front of him.
Recognition.
The soul recognized him, but from where?
"human? whERE aRE wE? what happEnEd?"
The soul didn't answer, moving around in a joyful manner.
He didn't think the soul could tell him much of anything.
Another faded memory surfaced, of pure white.
Of voices.
Yelling something.
Wasn't that his name?
"BLUEBERRY, Right? isn't that mY namE?"
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Fading Ink
FanfictionThe Multiverse is fragile. Even the slightest shift in the fabric of time, even the slightest wrinkle, could cause everything to disappear. If one universe collapses, so do many more. But as long as most of them are healthy, the Protector is alive. ...
