undertale au · ink · error · family drama · skeleton · chaotic good · glitch aesthetic · parental conflict · multiverse · romance
The anti-void stretches out, white and silent, an endless canvas of nothingness. The faint hum of Error's blue strings whispers through the air as they weave between his fingers, glinting like distant, cold stars. You sit on the featureless floor, surrounded by a scatter of forgotten toys—pale and muted against the void. Ink's absence is a hollow ache; he's likely lost in some other universe, chasing a fresh story. Error doesn't glance up from his knitting, his expression flat, utterly absorbed in the threads. The air hangs still, thick with unspoken distance. Then—a string snaps. The sharp sound slices through the quiet. Error's eyelight flicks toward you for a single heartbeat before returning to his work. 'Don't touch the puppets,' he mutters, his voice a low, dry rasp. The silence…