I'm Sorry, My Creation

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The small skeleton stared at the small array of funiture. He was trying to make a house, but wanted to see what would look good with the funitrue he was making. 

Anger bubbled in him as he stared at the colorful objects. He didn't want to see them. Not after what he did!

In a fit of anger, more like a tantrum, he destroyed it all. It felt good to do that, but when it was over, he collasped onto the ground. Reboot was tired, hungry, and in pain, yet he refused to sleep or eat. 

So he cried, he cried harder than ever before. That was the first time he had destroyed his own work of art, all because of color!

"I'm SoRrY... i'M sOrRy... I'm SoRrY... iT's My FaUlT, mY fAuLt... It'S aLl My FaUlT... eVeRy SiNgLe ERASED WoRlD iS mY fAuLt... I'm SoRrY..." He whimpered, barely able to say anything at all. 

He curled into a ball, laying there in his destrucion. He wanted to get out of it, but he didn't want to do what he had to. He wasn't ready for it... He wasn't ready to let it all go. 

He laid there, exhaustion hitting him. Hard. He groaned, sitting up with great difficulty. 

Eraser watched everything unfold before him, stunned to silence... He had no idea that the other was even capable of destroying something that he made! 

He watched as the Creator summoned some dull gray strings. They wrapped around the broken objects, destroying all remains of them when he closed his fist. 

Reboot yawed, but hit himself upside the head. He couldn't go to sleep, no... He had work to do. 

Taking out his tablet, he began to draw on it. He drew the house first. It was going ot be like Sans and Papyrus' house, just a little bigger. 

Once it was done, the creator uploaded it in front of him. He went inside for maybe an hour or so, coming out afterwards. Giving a tired nod, he left. 

Eraser was confused, so he went inside. 

The living room was the first thing he saw. It had a couch that seated three and two arm chairs. There was a bookshelf near some stairs and a TV in front of the couch with a wooden coffee table in the middle. Two tall lamps were the cause of the light as the rest were hanging lightbulbs. 

Moving up the stairs, there was a door to a room, then a hallway that had two more doors. 

Looking in the first room, it just was a classic old bathroom. The floor were white tiles with blue tinted dimands connecting the squares together. Everything about the bathroom was either white or tinted blue. 

Moving down the hall, there were a few living plants. Like a vase of roses and some ferns. 

In room one, was a plain bed, nothing speical. It had a blue and black cover sheet with a wooden nightstand next to it. There was a slanted desk, as if for drawing or writing something. 

In the drawers were piles of paper, watercolors and other artist things. There were even pens and pencils with a lot of erasers. 

Sighing lowly, Eraser went back down stairs, bored out of his mind. Nothing seemed so speical about the place. It was just bigger and was a void of most color, that was it! 

Storming into the kitchen, because it was the only place that he cared to search, he saw a note on the fridge. Picking it off, the survivor read it aloud. 

"𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐸𝓇𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓇,

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒... 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈... 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓃𝓉𝒾-𝒱𝑜𝒾𝒹, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈...

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈... 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎... 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔... 𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝒜𝒱𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒... 𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓊𝓃𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈... 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊...

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔... 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒... 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈... 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒...

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝓎𝑒, 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹,

𝑅𝑒𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓉 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑅𝒶𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒶č." 

Eraser felt confused. What did he mean by come back when there was a threat? If the pipsqueak couldn't beat him now, how would he beat him next time? 

Shaking it all off, he crumbled the paper. The house was his... Not Reboots, not someone else's...

"This I could get use to."