Hey guys! I'm sorry for not updating pretty much all this week. I've been super busy, doing all sorts of stuff. I haven't had any time do work on my story at all. But, now, I'm working on it again, and I hope I'll be able to update more quickly. Anyway, I left you guys on a bit of a cliffhanger last time, so let's get right into it!

Ink paused before the colorful, swirling ink portal. Eyes narrowed in determination, he stepped through, sending ink flying out in front of him. He stopped a moment, and looked back, trying to see Core, but was too late, as the ink portal collapsed in front of him. He stared at where it had been, and for a moment, felt nervous—scared, even. But the feeling soon left him. He was on a mission, a mission that could decide the fate of the multiverse. Such a task had never been set on his shoulders before. He had faced Error before, deciding the fate of multiple universes in the past. But nothing this drastic. Though, in the midst of all this anxiety, he clutched at the large brush behind his back, and felt a rush of energy surge through him. Yes, he had faced Error before—and this time would be no different. He would stop Error, and bring peace back to the multiverse—for a time, at least. The brush soothed his worries. He was powerful, he could do this, and he would do this. For the sake of the multiverse.

He was currently floating in inter-dimensional space, between universes. Ahead of him were the core universes. They resembled massive spheres, with the events of each timeline playing out, which could be viewed from the outside. Underfell, Underswap, Storyshift, the Disbelief Universe, and Glitchtale. All of these universes imperative to the stability to the multiverse. Only a madman would attempt to infiltrate and destroy them. Not only were they the foundation of the multiverse, they surrounded and protected the most important universe of them all, the Genesis universe—Undertale. But the core universes were nearly impossible to attack and destroy themselves, so only a being of incredible power would be able to destroy them. Not many could do this, but Core and Ink both knew that Error had the power to accomplish such a feat.

Gripping the brush and pulling it off his back, Ink used it to create a trail in front of him to traverse the white void. Walking for a while, he eventually came to the universal sphere that contained the Underfell universe, and was horrified. On one side of the sphere was a still-steaming hole, rimmed around the edges dark scorch marks, and the edges of the sphere curved inward. Error had already infiltrated Underfell.

Swearing under his breath, Ink leapt off the ink trail he had created and dived into the hole. The scene around him instantly changed from that of a white sheet to that of a dark cavern, indicating he was now in the Underground of Underfell. He was still hurtling through the air, and saw snow-covered trees and a town beneath him. Ink pointed his brush ahead of himself, and continuously created an ink trail in front of himself, gliding down the ground softly instead of hitting the snow at terminal velocity.

Ink looked around anxiously, searching for signs of signs of life. He had landed in Snowdin, except it wasn't how it was in most universes. The shops were painted pure black, and the hotel looked battle-scarred and worn. Placing his brush back on his back, Ink walked slowly through the town, calling out to those who might be alive.

"Hello?" Ink called, his voice resounding through the town. No answer. "Hello? Is anyone there? If anyone is here, please answer!" Nothing.

As he walked, he stepped on something. Ink leaned down, and pulled a large, black and red scarf from underneath his foot. Near it lay a rather intimidating spiked battle body, nearly completely black. It was Papyrus.

Ink stepped up, shaking his head. "No, no, no...I—I couldn't have been late…"

"Well, I'm afraid that you were," a distorted, dark voice came from behind him. Ink spun around, and found himself facing none other than Error. He grinned maniacally. "Oh, come on, Ink…you know that you've missed me. How's the wife? How's the kids?" Ink said nothing.

Error truly looked like a madman at that point. His dark coat was covered in white monster dust. Though, not a scratch was on him. The inhabitants of Underfell hadn't stood a chance. The blue strings leading down from his eyes to the bottom of his face were clearer than ever. A few blue strings were still trailing off of his fingers, showing that he had used them on someone.

Ink then scowled. "Error…I don't think you understand what you've just done."

"Then please…educate me on my wrongdoings," Error smirked, indicating himself sarcastically. "I'm definitely feeling sorry for all of my sins."

"Error, you've just destroyed one of the core universes!" Ink cried, looking angry as ever. The star in one of his eyes flared up. "This won't be like one of our other fights in the past. Error, I'm going to have to kill you, once and for all."

Error gave him a blank stare, then laughed out loud. It was actually slightly disturbing, with his voice stopping and starting, changing pitched, distorted and strange. He turned back to Ink after stopping, a yellow smile on his face. "You…kill me? Don't make me laugh. Or do. Whatever," he added, not amusing Ink in the slightest. "You're never going to able to kill me. Even with all of your power, there's absolutely no way. Don't you understand, after all this time?" Ink's expression didn't change. "Alright. Let me explain," Error said slowly, smirking. "I destroy, and you create. Two sides of the coin, Yin and Yang, whatever you want to call it. When one exists, so does the other." Ink narrowed his eyes. "There either has to be both of us, or neither of us. We cannot destroy each other."

Ink's eyes widened. "No…that's wrong. One of us has to be stronger, there has to be an end." He looked down at the snow on the ground. "There has to."

"No," Error said coldly. "There is no end. And your 'Core' buddy knew that. Why do you think they only sent you to stop me?" Error questioned. "Because they knew you could balance my power, they knew that you could 'neutralize' me. They don't want you to ever win—they want the balance to continue…they want us to suffer."

Ink looked up, and narrowed his eyes. "Well, if they think the balance should continue…then it should. And…" Ink mentioned, smiling. "There's something else. Something that I feel will break the cycle. Something big is coming Error."

Error smirked menacingly. "Oh? And what's that? Some magical thing that could stop me?"

Ink shook his head. "No. Seven words." Error looked confused. "Seven words, repeating themselves over and over throughout the multiverse. Seven words, over and over, in the mind of every living thing in all universes." Ink explained, his words getting faster and faster. "Core told me. They're everywhere at once, and so they've heard it an unimaginable amount of times. Though, it seems no one knows what the words are except them." Ink nodded. "These words are signaling a change, Error. It could mean that…maybe we could lay down our tasks." Error stared at him attentively. "It could mean that I wouldn't have to always create, and…you wouldn't always have to destroy." Ink softly smiled.

Error stared at him, face morphing into that of fury. "Tasks?" He said softly. "Tasks? I've taken this job onto myself, destroying all of the dirty glitches of the multiverse, cleaning up the filth, cleansing all of reality." He was angry now, and was no longer smiling. "It's a thankless job, but I do it anyway. I leave none—"He stopped. He looked at Ink. "I leave none alive."

Ink looked at him sadly. "Well…I was really hoping to get you to stop all this. Maybe today would be the day." He glanced down at the snow on the ground, then at the snow-covered trees around them. "But, I guess we'll really have to do this, then." He looked directly at Error. "No holding back, because I sure won't."

Then, for the first time in what seemed like forever, Ink activated the magic in his star eye. It glowed a light blue color, floating into the air and dissipating. He stared at Error, whose eyes were wide with…excitement? Fear? It was hard to tell.

Then he smiled. "Heh…well, since I lost that ability to do that a long time ago…" Error began. "I guess I'll just—"

Suddenly, a huge black and red Gaster Blaster glitched into reality feet away from Ink's face, and fired, shooting a massive stream of energy, "ERROR" messages surrounding it. Not truly expecting a quick victory, Error simply looked up, and saw Ink, sitting on a platform of ink, having escaped the blast. Error smirked, then teleported in his face, dodged a quick swing of a giant brush, and sent a swarm of black bones at Ink. He dodged, and teleported to the other side of Snowdin, attempting to assess the situation. So this was it. This was going to be their final battle. Ink smiled. This was going to be a lot of fun.

Error then teleported in front of Ink, swinging three dark bones in front of him using magic, approaching Ink at a leisurely pace, and smirking. Ink whipped out his brush, and swung it in front of himself, blocking the occasional bone thrown his way while simultaneously blocking the rapidly approaching Error. Deciding to take control of the situation, Ink teleported behind Error, in the air, and summoned a horde of Gaster Blasters of his own. They were white, with ink splatters along the sides. When they fired, streams of multicolored ink shot from the mouths, which hurtled towards Error's back. Noticing he was gone, Error spun around, quickly summoning a wall of bones from the ground to protect him from the oncoming ink blasts. When they collided, Error stumbled back, feeling the force of the impact on himself as well as the wall of bones.

"Now…this is fun!" Error yelled with glee. He looked towards Ink and, with a wave of his arm, summoned a group of his own distorted Gaster Blasters. They fired, pushing back the wave of ink until they were balanced at the center. The two Sanses were pushing their hardest to overcome the other, but neither one could really overcome the other. Then they both thought of an idea. Using his free hand, Error shot his hand out, shooting blue strings of pure magic out of his fingers towards a nearby tree. They wrapped themselves around it and, with a wave of his hand, de-rooted the tree and launched it at Ink. At the same time, Ink swung his huge brush around his head, generating magical energy. He then poked around the edge of the Gaster Blasters, pointed the bristles at Error, and shot a blast of condensed magical energy.

The sphere of energy and the tree intersected and exploded with massive force that blue both groups of Gaster Blasters away, also throwing Ink and Error into the snow. Ink, having been knocked out of the air, took longer to recover than Error. While Ink was attempting to free himself from the snow, he looked up and saw a wave of blue strings approaching him. They moved too fast for him to react, and soon found himself being brought into the air.

Error, standing beneath him, hand controlling the strings, smirked. "What's wrong, Ink? You're looking a little…" he brought his arm behind him. "Tied up!" He said as through his arm across his body. The strings flew Ink through the air, over the beaten up hotel. Then, as Ink reached the maximum height of his fall, Error summoned an inescapable sphere of dark Gaster Blasters around him. Ink's eyes widened. As quickly as possible, Error poured his magic into the Gaster Blasters and fired. They created what seemed like a firework of destructive energy, extending over the length of the barren Snowdin. Firing into the woods, snow, and shops. It was truly a terrifying sight, light shining over the Underground. Even though it was so destructive, Error still knew he had not been victorious yet. When the dragon skulls dissipated, what was left was a protective sphere of ink. Having conjured it at the last second, Ink had barely survived the devastating attack. Creating such a powerful ink shell had tired him, and he didn't know how much longer he could go. But, he had one trick up his sleeve. One more strategy that could take down Error. Ink knew it would be risky—but he felt it was the only way. Ink was determined.

"Come on down, lazy!" Error yelled at the sphere hovering over the hotel. "I know you're in there. What was it you said before about 'not holding back'?"

He was about to get more than he reckoned for. Because, inside the sphere, a change was happening. Ink closed his eyes, and concentrated. He thought about why he was here, what he was doing, and why he had to do it. He thought about all he had created, and all he sought to keep alive. He thought of the other side of the coin, Error, and why he had to stop him. He was ready. Ink held the brush in his hands, and began pulling it into himself. Long ago, Ink had infused most of his magical ability into the brush. Now, he was returning it to himself.

Error was at his wits end. Hands on his hips, he was about to kill Ink right here and now. Suddenly, the ink sphere exploded. Shattered pieces rained down from the sky, leaving one figure in the middle of it all. It was Ink. Except now he was transformed. The jacket he once wore around his waist was now being worn. His scarf covered his mouth. His shoes now indefinitely leaked ink, as did his shirt and scarf. His eyes were now both yellow stars, and both of his eyes were now emitting a light blue magic aura.

Error stared at Ink, eyes wide. "Well then…" he said slowly. "I guess your brush with death went better than expec—"He didn't finish his statement, as Ink had suddenly lobbed a condensed magic ink sphere at Error.

He barely teleported out of the way, and looked at Ink in a fury. Ink was smiling now. Error narrowed his eyes. "Alright…fine. I'll give it my all. But, I have to warn you…" he summoned a squadron of Gaster Blasters and what seemed like a forest of dark bones behind him. "I have a slight inkling that this is the end."

The battle that then ensued was extraordinary. Bones flew, Beams of energy shot through the air, globs of paint were shot, strings were thrown, and all the while Error was laughing. He summoned a wave of bones that headed towards Ink, as well as conjuring a line of Gaster Blasters behind him. Ink simply jumped high into the air, spun around, and shot a wave of destructive ink at the line of Gaster Blasters. Ink then teleported around Error rapidly, shooting globs of paint at him from all directions. Error shot strings from his fingers, quickly wrapping them around the globs and flung them back at their creator.

This continued, until Ink teleported in front of Error. He then used much of his magic to conjure a massive Gaster Blaster in front of him. Error, eyes widening, set up as many layers of bones as he could between himself and the dragon skull. But the blast never came. Instead of shooting the blaster, Ink himself leapt forwards. He launched himself into the air, coming down onto Error himself, a sphere of ink in his hand, ready to strike and kill Error with. Noticing the Gaster Blaster hadn't fired, Error looked up. He saw Ink descending on top of him, rapidly coming down on top of him. His eyes widened. He only had time to create one layer of bones before Ink thrust the sphere into the wall of bones, creating a massive explosion that threw Error clear across the length of Snowdin, landing hard into the snow and rolling much farther.

The bones Error had created dissipated. All signs of battle stopped. Snowdin was still. Even in his ascended state of power, the battle had worn Ink out. He breathed heavily as he trudged through the snow to where Error had landed. When he arrived at a large hole in the snow, he looked down, Error laying at the bottom of it. He had a blank stare on his face, as he stared upwards, seemingly searching for the top of the cavern. But he was still conscious, just as tired as Ink was.

Ink smiled. "Well, Error…I guess I finally won. But, you know that this doesn't have to the end. I can get you out of here, take you to a world you can't escape, and you can live there." Ink looked down at him. Error said nothing. "Error, I've won. It's over. It's the end. I've stopped you. Just come on, don't make me kill you."

Error finally recognized him, and looked up at Ink. "This isn't the end," he said in a deep, hoarse voice that seemed even more distorted than normal."

Ink dropped down into the hole, grabbed onto Error's arm, and teleported him back onto the ground. He looked up and down at Error. "You're right. This isn't the end. Because, you're not going to destroy universes anymore. You're going to live in peace from now on. Come on." Ink said, smiling kindly, hoping optimistically that that Error would come peacefully.

Error smiled. But it wasn't a smile of goodwill or peace. It was a smile of a madman, of someone who still wanted to murder and commit genocide again. Ink took a step back, horrified, terrified, and afraid. Error's eyes seemed to shift and change in front of him, and the "ERROR" messaged around him seemed to multiply.

Error giggled maniacally. "This isn't the end."

Suddenly, Ink's eyes widened, and a large kind of butcher's knife suddenly sprouted from his stomach. His pupils dilated, and his skeleton smile shrunk. He looked down slowly, and saw the knife, ripped through his jacket. Ink choked, and looked up at Error. He still had that insane smile on his face. The knife was ripped back out of Ink's back, and he wobbled unsteadily on the spot. He then tipped backwards, falling into the snow. Blood stained his jacket, and his vision started to blur. Ink looked up from his spot on the ground, and saw two figures. The new figure looked just as maniacal as Error. He stood on the right…or was it the left? It didn't matter now. His eye glowed purple, and he wore the traditional blue Sans jacket. Except that his hood was over his head, and the jacket was absolutely coated in white monster dust. The two stood above Ink, still smiling.

Ink coughed up blood on his jacket. "Error…" he said weakly. "W-Why…who is…why would you…"

Error shushed him. "You were right, Ink…huge things are coming. The only thing different is that you're not included." He finally stopped smiling for a moment. "Ink…I don't know how this will work, with you gone. The whole yin-yang thing. But, I just want to say one thing…" Error leaned down, and said one last thing to Ink. "I will miss you, though." He then conjured a spiked bone into his hand, and thrust it forward.

Dust. A brush on the ground. The remains of the fallen creator. Error picked up the brush, and grinned. "This," he said, nodding to his companion. "Will be very, very useful." He turned away, and started walking through Snowdin. "Come on," he said, smirking. "I think there may be a few inhabitants left. And I want to test my new toy."