Now Error was bored.
c-c-cmon, Error, just relax a little.
it's so dull when i'm not allowed to mess around with him.
that's not funny, Error, you can't just mess around with him like that.
well then, what am i supposed to do, huh?
Error wheeled around and thrust his face directly into Ink's. Ink could feel a faint glimmer of that burning itch he got every time Error's threads punched through him just from the contact.
without a glitch in the system i am useless, Ink! USELESS!
i-i-i get you, Error, but nonetheless i don't think our Father will be very happy if-
forget our Father, i want to live for myself! how are you not tired of just staying in this void, this substanceless abyss - how can you not just want to SCREAM?! Error's eyes filled momentarily with glitches.
i-i-i-i c-c-create things, Error - that's how i spend my t-t-time.
but i can't do that! i can only destroy. you see? i spend my life 'creating' the very thing that traps me - emptiness! nothingness! you create a new universe for Sans to run around in - all i can do is destroy it! HOW am i supposed to find any purpose there? even He has more of a time with it all, throwing him from Universe to Universe, choosing which timeline he falls into next! all i can do is prevent it from going wrong! NOW do you see why -
Ink didn't know what he was supposed to see, because Error suddenly flew - no, was pulled - back from him by his midriff. A trail of code followed him, as he was dragged through the Void. oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no
Ink rose to his feet and went after his brother, who he found tied up in threads - not his own deep blue threads, but threads of the most brilliant white. A voice, broken, frail, thunderous, profound, suddenly echoed through the void.
SOMEONE SEEMS TO BE UNHAPPY WITH MY CHOICES.Ink looked up to see their Father awakened from His sleep, his threads around Error, his eyes a depthless black.
WE WILL CORRECT THIS SMALL DISCIPLINARY ... INTERRUPTION.Error's bit-blocked eyes widened and he opened his mouth to scream, but more threads soon put an end to that silly idea. Then the Father sent beams of thread shooting at Error from all directions, piercing through him and restraining him further. Ink couldn't turn away - the threads had grabbed him too, and forced his eyes open, forcing him to watch the seemingly interminable Passion of his brother.
When in an extra-temporal Void, how long things go on for is difficult to figure out - so when the torture finally ended, it seemed like several aeons had passed.
Error was dropped to the ground as the white threads dispersed. Ink looked up to their Father with sadness and loathing in his eyes, but He had already returned to his own Golgotha to await the next visit from his prodigal son. Error was barely a coherent being - he had a hole torn straight through his centre, and bits of him were orbiting in a kind of asteroid belt of data. Luckily, Ink was able to fix him - he could fix anything in this Void - but seeing his brother like this made him feel sick.
Even so, he kept one eye down to the Universe where Sans was trying to piece his own soul back together.