Hiya, Hiya~~ Private Determined Glitch Ride Up Ahead!

Hiya, Hiya~~ 🌟 Private determined glitch ride up ahead!

(Would be really awesome if you made it into a keychain #.# - Instant buying for sure!!!)

“Onward, my trusty Glitch!”

I’m dedicating this strange doodle to @veenysblog because it’s been her birthday a few days ago. Enjoy!

Man, that’s cute! >u<

You need to continue that!

idk what to put here besides this--

Ink x Child!Error, HEADIN’ YOUR WAYYY

CHOO-CHOO

WATCH OUT

DONT RUIN THE TRAIN TRACKS AND MAKE THE TRAIN FALL OVER-

Uhm.

Okay.

OKAY-

so first. Before I start writing. HOLY SHIZZAZLEE(wtf), YOUR SO AWESOME AND COOL. I WAS JUST RECENTLY SOBBING BECAUSE IM GOING TO GET A SHOT AT THE DOCTORS SOON (and I /hate/ needles.) AND AFTER GOING ON YOUR PAGE I WAS PUT INTO A WHOLE NEW MOOD

SO,

HERE <3

(Remember, this is a CHILD Error X Ink short.)

(~•/~>^*^<~\•~)

(3rd person)

Error whimpered gently as he sat up the upper half of his body, rubbing his head gently while trying to calm down the insane glitches flying around his smol body.

‘Where am I?’

“H-Hello-o¿” Error called out with his weak voice. He glanced around the endless Anti-Void. How did he get here? Is there anyone else? Why is he here? Can he go home?

Error shakily lifted himself up, his knees shaking while he held his hands to his chest in worry. Is he going to be stuck here forever?!

Error felt tears prick at the edges of his eye sockets, ”H-H-hello?!¿“ He spun around, ”P-Please! I-I don’t-t want-t to-o be here¡“

Error was hyperventilating, large tears filling his eyes and shaking badly.

”HELLO¿!“ Error called out again, fear evident in his high-pitched tone.

Meanwhile, Ink was chilling in his home, sketching random things while he thought about problems that needed to be solved. He train of thought was interrupted when he felt … Something. He wasn’t used to it. It wasn’t a comforting feeling, more urgent then painful. It was uncomfortable. It shivered through him, his senses being blinded for just a second.

”Weird . .“ Murmured the artist, “What was that?“. Ink sat there, thinking about what he just felt. Was something created without him doing it? Maybe! Ink decided that was probably what happened. What other things could’ve happened? Not very much.

“Its best if I check the AU’s,“ Ink sighed. He didn’t want to leave his spinny chair, but he had work to do. Ink opened a portal-window like thing against his wall scattered with unfinished sketches. He hopped through the portal that had the colors white and turquoise (I may or may not have put that there because their some of my favorite colors). Ink stepped through the portal quickly, and froze at the sight he saw.

He spotted a small child in a dark blue jacket, black sweatpants, and dark grey shoes with Velcro curled up into a little ball, trembling and whimpering, pleading to get away from the Anti-Void.

”I w-w-wanna go h-home . . I-i w-wanna go h-home . .“ Whispered the sobbing child. Ink took another step forward without much thought, all he was focused now was what the small child was doing here and who they are.

“Hey, are you okay?“ Ink asked softly, taking a few more steps forward. Error jolted his head up to the speaker.

’Another person! No, another skeleton! Like me!’ Error thought in excitement. Who is he?! Can he take him home?! Is he nice?! Wait, will he hurt him?!

Errors happiness shifted to utter fear.

”w-who are y-you?¡“ Error used all of his courage to ask that without leaking fear into the tone. Ink could tell he was trying to act tough. Error was failing horribly.

“Hey, hey, I’m not here to hurt you,” Ink cooed, crouching down too the terrified skeletons hight. Error whimpered, stepping back, only to fall over from his legs shaking from fear so much.

Inks first instinct was to comfort the child.

But how?

Ink scooted closer to the shaken child, but Error old scooted back. Ink thought.

’Maybe I could paint something he might like.’

Ink smiled in satisfaction as He brought out a little paintbrush and painted a small sized milk chocolate bar as fast as he could without messing it up. While Ink was doing that, Error had scooted back a little way, watching the artist. When Ink finished, he grinned and slid the chocolate along the clean(?) floor of the Anti-Void to Error. The glitchy skele stared at it.

”I-i-is it poisoned-d?” Error asked in worry.

”No, it’s perfectly fine to eat,“ Ink replied gently, sitting down Cross cross.

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Submitted by that-punny-cookie

Unu says: CHOOO-CHOOO! *gets hit by train* 

Awwww, this is such an Interesting and cute fic! Loved it! ^u^

Although I’m not sure about this but… isn’t “character x character” a term for shipping? This probably wasn’t the intention but I was a bit confused at first to be honest. Might be just me though. 

Thank you so much for submitting this and I’m really REALLY happy I could brighten up your day like this! Thank you also for your kind words.I hope the shot wasn’t all bad. <3

This also gave me the opportunity to draw a smol Error, so… have a small Error! 

I love that phoenix x3 It got such vibrant colors 🌟

He made a mess with this ink! oAo

But he is cute anyway!! (Especially the coloring hhhhhngn) <3

Been busy with reports the past two weeks and still am. But I doodled Ink sitting on an ink pot because why not lol

Ink @comyet

Drew this in Mai for @cherryleevee .

Gotta stay determined, even when you’re sick!!!

Huh, interesting takes! (And thanks for answering my questions! :”D )

So you mean that “dying” doesn’t refer to actually dying here but rather loosing all he has? ....Sounds legit! After all, he HAS been ‘living’ without emotions first, so it would be weird if he actually died later. He probably just refers to it as ‘dying’ (and if some people knew that, they’d freak out every time he looses some color saturation XD ).

Oh, and I realized that having no access to the emotion source was a requirement for the following set of events, silly me. :”D

He can refill them on general terms (because otherwise he’d be screwed with having only a certain amount of time left to ‘live’) - but he can’t for unknown reasons get new supplies in the setting.

And no problem, I was having much fun reading it. ^^

Here’s some sads!

You didn’t ask for it, but I’m giving it to you! Alright? Buckle up!

In a recent comic by @comyet about the origins of the fantastic character Ink, it’s shown he can’t actual feel emotions, due to not having a SOUL. He can artificially stimulate emotions using colors from a yet unknown source. Or maybe the source is known, and I just don’t get it. I know it has to do with the creator or somethings? I don’t know. ANYWAYS! Everytime he runs out of the colors, his emotions fade. And when his emotions fade, so does his personality.

At first, I thought he was kind of like Fresh, since Fresh can’t feel emotions either. But I realized Fresh has a personality, even if it’s born purely out of survival in order to ‘fit in’. (We all know how well he does. If not, then check him out, he belongs to @loverofpiggies.)

In order to keep his personality from fading, he bottled them up. The colors, that is. So all he has to do is take some and voilà, he has emotions, and a personality. Now here’s where the sads I warned you about kick in.

Let’s say, Ink can’t get access to a fresh supply of his emotion colors. So all he has are his bottles. His bottles last him a while, since all he needs to take are a little bit and he’s set for awhile. But, let’s say he got into a fight. With Error (who also belongs to @loverofpiggies) or somebody. And his sash holding the bottles get cut, so in panic, Ink grabs it in order to not lose it. Error notices how important the sash with the bottles are to Ink, so he uses his strings to take it. And he disappears off into the anti-void or wherever he goes, taking the sash with him. Error doesn’t realize the importance of the bottles, only that they were important to Ink. He thinks it’s like Ink’s brush. It won’t kill Ink, but it will certainly drag on him. Error thinks it’s a relatively harmless prank.

Now Ink, he’s frantic when Error disappears with his bottles. But, he calms down, thinking Error will have to show up at some point to destroy an AU. And when he does, Ink will show up like always and then be able to get his bottles back. Except, Error doesn’t show up again. He’s taken a break of sorts. No activity on his end. And usually, Ink would be happy about that, since it would mean Error’s not destroying AUs. But Ink needs Error to make an appearance. He needs his bottles back. But, still no Error.

Slowly, Ink notices his emotions fading. It’s not obvious at first, but the colors of his outfit gives it away. The colors are more drab than usual. Ink finds it harder and harder to conjure up an emotion. He no longer pukes up ink, simply because he can no longer get that excited. Even his eyes don’t change as much. It’s like he’s fading away. Ink isolates himself, trying to make his emotions last as long as possible. Because once that’s gone… for all intents and purposes… he’ll be dead.

Eventually, someone finds him. Be it Dream, or Sans, or whatever being can access where he is. Maybe even Error. His friends would be devastated, seeing Ink like that. He no longer has any colors. And he shows no emotions at seeing them, not even sadness. He recognizes them, but it’s like he doesn’t care. If Error found him, he probably wouldn’t completely understand what’s going on. He would mock Ink, boast over him. But when Ink doesn’t even show any emotion towards him, or any hints of his usually boisterous personality, Error would get mad. He would scream, yell at Ink to do something. Because anything is better than nothing. But Ink doesn’t do anything.

Maybe, possibly, in anger, Error would brandish Ink’s sash. Maybe he was already wearing it as a trophy. And Ink shows the first signs of life in looong while. Error quickly realizes what Ink wants, and tosses it to him, hoping that does something. And Ink takes the bottles, and takes a drink from all of them. Maybe all at once. And it’s like a freaking rainbow. All the colors coming bursting back. Ink probably pukes ink, his emotions overwhelming him.

Ink thanks Error, probably in his annoying little shit way (I love him), purposely antagonizing Error. But… it’s also sincere. And Error acts all flustered and tsundere probably, but is secretly glad Ink is back. But he probably just flops Ink off and goes back to the anti-void.