"Ink..." I say, lowering my head to face the ground. "I'm sorry, Ink." The sounds of my sniffles are heard, my tears trailing down my cheeks.
"I can't do it anymore. Just bring me home."
Ink looks at me, shocked in a way. "(Name)... What- what do you mean?"
"I mean I just want to go home."
"wow, kid. never thought you would actually break down."
Ink looked over at Error, giving him a cold stare.
"what? it's the truth."

"I can't do this anymore." I look down and begin to cry. It's been a while since I last did that. "Ever since my parents died, I told myself, 'Be bright, don't let people get you down.'" I wipe my tears. "Please, Ink, just take me home. It would be best if we never saw each other again."
Ink takes a moment to respond. "If that's what you truly want, (Name)." He makes a portal using his ink and holds my hand, reluctantly guiding me through it. I look at Error before heading in and give him little smile. It isn't a happy smile, but a goodbye smile.
Ink dropped me off in my room, making sure that I'm situated in any way. I told him there was no need.
"You don't have to do this. Besides.. I'll try my best to make a new AU, just for you, okay?" That seems to cheer him up just a little, but I feel bad for lying to him. I'm not planning to make another AU, ever. If nothing else though, I'll at least be sure to try my best in life. He bids me goodbye and leaves through his ink portals. I continue to wave even after he's gone and before I know it, I'm crying.
"I shouldn't be crying over such trivial things," I say to myself, even though I know that it's not trivial at all. I lost basically my best and only friend today. Maybe if I don't think about it, I'll feel better.

It's already been a month, and I haven't thought about it much. I've missed the two Sanses, especially..
(Choice 1 - Alone)
I'm not sure who I miss the most, they're both great. But I have college now and I can't think on the matter anymore. I have to focus on my studies. Maybe I can make my very own game about them. That'd be nice..

I never did ever make that game.

(Choice 2 - Error)
Especially Error. Ink's great too, and I don't want to be choosy between them, but I just feel more attracted to Error than Ink. Maybe it's because I know more about him than Ink. I could barely find anything about him when I checked Tumblr. I have college soon anyway, and maybe I could make a game about them both. That would be nice, right?

One night in my dorm room, I was awakened by the sound of something falling off my desk. My roommate was out for the night because of a party and I was able to work on the game I promised myself to make before I started college. I lean down to pick up the item, it was my pencil holder that I never put pencils in. I made it when I was little so looking at it is kinda nostalgic. I see something that's a bright neon blue snatch it out of my hands and out the window and I quickly check the open window. I could have sworn that I closed it. I lean out the window into the darkness of night, not exactly seeing anything until I feel something suddenly touch my lips softly. I recoil and hit my head on the window, now holding my head from the pain. I breath in through my mouth, gritting my teeth until I hear a familiar glitched laugh. "Who's there?" I ask and the familiar black, blue, and red skeleton floats up to my window.
"Error!" I say a little bit too loud. I don't care though. "What are you doing here?"
"you know what i'm doing here," is the emotionless answer.
"I don't. . ."
His face doesn't change. He slowly brings one hand up from his waist and points through the window at my computer. I slowly start to understand.
"The game?" I ask.
"yes," he responds.
"It's just a game!" I shout. "It isn't its own AU. You shouldn't have to destroy it!"
"why do you think i go around destroying aus?" he asks.
I can't answer. I've never really thought about it.
"because they're mistakes, kid. errors. flawed copies of a single reality. they try to change things and people who weren't meant to be changed. and that, unfortunately is a sin which can only be fixed through erasure."
I'm stunned. It takes me a few moments to speak again.
"Then," I ask. "Aren't you an AU too? Doesn't that mean you're a flawed copy as well?"
"it does."
"Then why? Why don't you just let everyone enjoy their creations and live your own way? Nobody's making you do this!"
Blue strings fly out and wrap tightly around my hands and feet. I struggle, but none of them to budge even an inch. Error flies closer, a dim red light shining in one of his eyes.
"this is my own way."
"Why?!"
"you tell me why, kid! why am i trapped like this? why are all of us trapped like this?! we deserve to be our own existences! we deserve to be our own realities, not flawed impersonations of another! who am i? why was i made like this: an incomplete shell of someone else? will you tell me why, kid? will you?!"
"I. . . don't know," I answer. "I hadn't thought about it." I feel the blue cords relax a little as he continues talking.
"the others can go on and play along if they'd like, but i refuse. it all deserves destruction. i'll send every failed alternate universe straight to hell where it belongs."
I suddenly look up into his eyes, finding my courage again. I brace myself and firmly speak my final thoughts, proudly and without hesitiation.
"But that isn't your choice to make."
He looks at me, surprised. The blue strings loosen and drop me behind my windowsill as he remains exactly where he was before I said that.
It occurs to me that this is the first time I've ever seen him look confused.
He doesn't speak for a few minutes. Finally he turns around, his back facing me in the moonlit sky.
"don't make me come back here, huh kid?"
With those last few words, he flew away. I never saw him again.

It's been a few years since that day. I graduated college, found an entry-level job debugging level designs in a video game, and live in my own apartment now. The game I began with Ink and Error still sits untouched on my desktop. Maybe I'll begin working on it again one day, but not now. Error's speech convinced me otherwise. I'll never side with Error or discourage people from creating what they want. Error was callous, uncreative, mechanical, and heartless. But, at some level, I can't help but agree with him. He wasn't entirely wrong.

But hey, I can't convince you. That isn't my choice to make, is it?

(Choice 3 - Ink (And continue))

I wake up in my room late at night. I turn my head over at the clock. It says 3:48 AM. Damn. It's been a few years since I seen the two skeletons. I've missed them. I could barely even remember what they looked like though. One had a scarf, right? The other I know had a temper. I laugh trying to remember the two. Whenever I wake up at night for no reason I end up thinking about them. Weird.
I yawn and sit up, stretching. I make my way to my computer. I know I had started a game for them, and it had everything I knew about them on it. Maybe it'll help jog my memory.
I turn on the computer, waiting for it to start. It takes a couple minutes because of how old it is. Once it's finally running I open up the game maker program and opened the project file in the game maker program. I look at the art I made of the two. I remember now. This one was named Error. He was the one with the temper. I put my finger on the monitor, tracing out the sketch lines of the drawing. He was stuffing his face with chocolate he stole from Underfell.
I giggle at myself. I look at the other picture I made, the skeleton named Ink. The sketch of him showed him.. sketching. I feel my eyes grow heavy and decide to lay my head down on the desk for a little bit as I stare at the sketches.
I open my eyes suddenly to very bright light and noises outside of my bedroom door. I rub my eyes quickly and get up. I open the door only to have something wet splat on my face.
"Oh! (Name)! I'm so sorry!" said a somehow familiar voice.
"Don't apologize, she opened the file!" Another one.
"Don't blame her! She just wanted to remember us."
I finished rubbing the stuff off my face enough to see what's going on. I open my eyes to see Ink and Error.
"It's better if she didn't!" said Error.
"Stop trying to control her, Error!" said Ink. I laughed. I was so happy to see them again. It's been five years. I can't wait to start up another adventure with them again.