I'm Sorry, My Creation

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Reboot got hit again by some bones. He coughed up more blood and magic, his HP dangerously low. 

His eyes filled with tears he fianlly was able to press his SAVE button. He fell to his knees, bowing before the skeleton he had met long ago. 

The Sans lost the name of that and was called Eraser, since he erased the AU's that the Creator spent so much time building... AU's that were very important to him...

"P-Please s-stop..." He begged, blood falling from his mouth. 

"You're so pathetic. I wonder why I shouldn't kill you right here and right now." Eraser growled, holding a bone at the weakened skeleton's neck. He chuckled as he seemed to remember something. "Oh, thats right... You're not done learning about creating AU's!" He laughed insanly as if it all was just a joke to him. 

Reboot cried silently, gulit in his soul. He could have SAVED everyone... But he was just so young at the time... Why wouldn't the older skeleton understand this!

"I-I'm s-so-sorry..." He choked out, using a little bit of magic to teleport the Destroyer away from the AU. 

It would keep him buzy for a day or two. Just enough time for the god to RELOAD the bits and pieces that weren't able to come through the SAVE. 

He sighed, using the pale gray strings to heal the wounds he had sustained. He winced at the pain, but made no sound. It wasn't because he was used to it, no... It was because he knew that someone else was having a worse day than his... That his was just the mere tip of the iceberg. 

Once the job was done, the black skeleton opened a portal to the void. He sat down in the middle of it, wishing he made it colorful. 

'No...' He thought. 'I don't deserve to see color... Not here...' He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them. It hurt him so much to know that he was the main reason that everything he creates has to face the pain of being erased and brought back... To forever be brought in a cycle of pain and misery... A cycle he could break if he so chose to... 

It made him wonder... Was he really doing any good by creating? Should he even be a creator? Was he suppose to follow his role after all? Even after what he and the other had done to stop it? 

"I'm sorry..." He whimpered, not caring if his 'enemy' found him. He wanted to feel the well-deserved pain. He wanted to feel everything that his creation felt... Yet, he knew he would never fully feel that type of pain... A curse to be something just like him... A curse to be a Creator...