Hiatus Over. Maybe...
Ink and Error stood in front of each other, a sudden gust of wind blew by to make the moment more tense. Ink walked up to him. "Last chance Error."
"Hahahahahahahaha! You think that I'd change with just a few words?" Error's maniacal smile widened, and strings shot out of his fingers, shooting towards Ink.
Ink sighed, and swinged his paintbrush, brushing the strings away. Blue paint shot out of his brush, firing at Error, who ducked under it, only for Ink to snap his fingers, and the paint hardened into a ball and dropped like a boulder. Error glitched out of the way and behind Ink. Ink whirled around to get smacked in the face by Error's fist. Ink flew backward, and then Error summoned blasters, glowing bright as static shot out of their mouths. Ink turned into paint, dodging the blasts. Ink then shot red paintballs at Error, who glitched to the side, and pulled bones out of the air, sending them flying towards Ink, who counteracted them with his own bones.
"Error, we don't have to fight!" Ink said, only to get hit through the eyesocket with a bone. Paint spurted out of the wound, and he attempted to pull out the bone, only to wince in pain. Error laughed and then was hit with a barrage of red paint bullets.
"Don't let your guard down." Ink warned, and he teleported behind Error, smacking him in the back with his paintbrush, sending Error backwards. Error shakedly stood up, and then wiped some staticy blood from his mouth. He sent out strings, wrapping them around Ink's paintbrush, and they played tug of war with it, until Ink fired orange boomerangs at Error, who let go and ducked, only to be hit in the back of the head. He fell forwards, and Ink uppercutted Error's jawbone. Error flew up and went spiraling down, hitting the ground with a thud. Error grimaced, and straightened.
"You... think that hurts? Hehe, looks like I need power." Error mumbled, turning to his death machine. He hobbled over to it, Ink watching him carefully. Error switched it on, and the machine fired up its beam, and it shot out. Ink teleported at the last second, and out came Murder, who was just arriving back, having won his duel. Murder turned to get hit face first with the beam.
POV Shift
Murder was strapped by his red chains, unable to move as Chara controlled his body, until the room lit up with a bright light. As he did, he felt, powerful, as if millions of SOULs were being shot into him at the same time, giving him strength, and something else... , something Chara took from him a long time ago. He was filled with DETERMINATION. He struggled, and as he did, the chains broke. He felt strong, like a GOD. As the chains fell, Chara arrived.
"What?! How? Smiley Trashbag, you were nothing... you've changed." They mumbled, and Murder's first ever real grin stretched across his face.
Murder raised his finger and shot out pure DETERMINATION from his fingers, hitting Chara.
"Ha! That'll will only make me stronger!" They declared, until they realized. "Wait, that's too much! Stop it!" They wailed as DETERMINATION overflowed them, and they started melting.
Murd-no, Sans felt the same thing. Too much DETERMINATION was in him, and he slowly melted as well. "Heh, kiddo, I'll never stop. We're in this together." He said sadly, and then he embraced them gently, almostly lovingly, and they melded together, an Amalgamate.
POV Shift
Error and Ink watched as Murder's body lit up like Christmas Lights, until it started to melt, and the SOULs trapped in the beam flew off, along with the code of the universes, each returning to their places. Error glared, clenching his fists.
"NO NO NO! This wasn't supposed to happen! It was supposed to kill Ink, destroying the entire Multiverse!" He raged, banging onto the buttons. As he did, he felt the power of his machine reach to him, and he felt memories returning to him, and he gasped. He looked to Ink to see the same expression.
Error was wandering through the Anti-Void. "Hello? Anyone?" He called. He was lonely, his universe torn apart by the human's attempt to right their wrongs. He wandered for days? Weeks? Months? Years? He didn't know. After wandering, he sat down, and begun to cry. Suddenly, a figure came up to him, and he looked up with hope. As he did, he studied the entity in front of him. It was another skeleton, looking exactly like him, except the bones were white, and paint stains dotted his face and his painters uniform. The figure held out its hand. And Error took it.
Time Skip
Error and Ink had lived together for a millennia, they were a team. Ink created, Error removed any problems or glitches in the universes. They soon grew close, and they always had each other. One time, Ink and Error were drawing, Ink drew majestic paintings of landscapes and people Error had never seen, while Error could only make crude doodles. Nevertheless, Ink still hung up both paintings in gold frames, as if they both were high works of art. Ink was always making glitches, yet Error never blamed him. Anyway, when they were drawing, Error came up with the idea to draw something new. A child. They set off, drawing it to their likeness. It would have Error's black bones, Ink's bright starry eyes, and both of their powers. They finished it, and went to sleep.
As they woke up, the picture was blank, and standing there, at the height of a seven year old, stood their creation, living and breathing. They named him PaperJam.
Time Skip
PaperJam and Error were on a trip through StoryShift, where he was showing PaperJam around. As he did, a black skeleton walked up to them, and grinned. Without saying a word, it grabbed PaperJam, and yanked him away. Error yelled and lunged for him, only for the skeleton to flick his wrist, sending him flying back, and then it walked up to him.
"Well well, looks like my pawn is out of it. Let's see, let's remove some of these memories..."
Error snapped out of it, and Ink looked at him. They both thought the same thing and ran off, leaving the puddle of Murder on the floor, only for it to bubble, and rise.