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Announcement

Hey guys! I know it’s been a little while but I’m merging the account @inkederror with this one! Any progression of Ink’s and Inked Error’s story will be made here. It’s also being restarted as just a fanfic. If I get better at drawing, which I’ve been praticing a lot, I might add an ask section for the two babies! Inked!Error is also going to be getting his own name and that’s…….

Cy! Like Cyan! It’s a lot easier to refer to him this way in story! His full name is GlitchedCyan but he goes by Cy!

Finally! I have a writing schedule that I’ll be working on from now on! And hopefully will stick to it! But we’ll see with my lazy ass… I’ll be opening a patreon and you’ll be able to read my stories a few days early there! As well as see WIP arts and get to help make discissions in my works and help me pick what i want to write when I’m stuck! 

Thanks for staying tuned! ~AR

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Wake up

-WARNING-

This story contains a bit of physical, and emotional abuse.

This story is about an abusive relationship

Thank you for reading <3

Grey and light, it fell like snow through his fingertips, numb and cold, he didn’t dare cry. 

Here he knelt with the stains of grey across what used to used be his warm brown overalls. He was gone.

Ink had only left for a second, a single second, and yet, his dust stained Ink’s hands in a color that he hated so much.

He was gone.

Error was gone.

What had followed next become a blur to him, the trails of fixing a painful problem that Ink tried to ignore, but no matter how much he begged for this reality to be gone, it wouldn’t. More dust was spilled in Ink’s little experiment, but unlike Error, Ink didn’t care; he didn’t know the creatures being destroyed, so why should he care? All that mattered was retrieving what was rightfully his. He had put so much time and effort into Error, and to have lost him so quickly, how could Ink not beat himself up over this. 

Error had just been there, and now- he was nothing but a pile of Dust. 

All the dust of a dead loved one. You can’t miss a single speck.

Enough paint to make a body just the right size.

A soul, but must be stable.

A wish that you can turn back on.

Magic.

Hope. 

Everything was dark, pitch-black for the longest time, all my senses were dull, and my mind was in a haze. 

What was I? Was I even a thing? A person who could feel? 

The longer I stayed in the dark, the longer I could feel myself getting lost in it. I was becoming one with it. It felt like my body was floating in an inky abyss, with my body being dragged down into her depths. I was being ripped apart repeatedly, like someone tearing at my seams then putting me back together only to shred me to bits again. So much time passed, but was it days? Hours? Minutes? It’s hard to tell when all you see is darkness, and all you feel is the icy pain of a silver dagger piercing your soul.

Had this always been my life? I don’t think so, I guess…. I was once a monster, I had friends, enemies, fears, and hopes, but that’s all gone now, lost in the abyss. One shard of what I was remained. A hatred of clutter, a fear of touch, and one single word that danced through my mind. ‘Useless.’

When I finally began to think that this was it, this was all I was and ever was going to be, and maybe all I ever was, it got bright, colors of yellow, magenta, and cyan, too bright. 

Then darkness again. How I hated the dark, it made my stomach turn and left me feeling alone. 

Time passed…

Or it didn’t pass…

 I couldn’t even tell, just darkness and darkness and endless silence. 

Then it got bright again! I never knew how much comfort I’d feel from color and Ink, more radiant and more brilliant, and it stayed for a bit, but then it was dark again. 

And it hurt...

I never knew how much I would miss the colors when in the dark, but I did, and it hurt.

I missed them.

Finally, it grew bright once more, and I had to snap my eyes shut to keep myself from becoming blind. I stayed that way for a moment as I slowly became aware of my surroundings. I was no longer floating or being dragged down. Maybe I’d finally reached the bottom? There was this pressing feeling, along the back of my skull, my shoulders and upper back, my butt, my arms, my heels, and fingertips, like maybe something was trying to keep me from falling any more? It was strange. I curled my fingers, slowly pressing them along the surface. It was smooth and cool. I don’t remember this feeling at all. 

Finally, I steeled my nerves, and I opened my eyes to find nothing but empty white. It scared me yet comforted me at the same time. It was too much, overwhelming my sense with only the quick look, so I snapped my eyes closed one more. Gingerly I ran out along my side, to feel for an edge or anything I’d have to worry about, but… It was all smooth and cool.

I took another moment of my eyes being closed before I opened them once more. This time the bright white wasn’t so scary. It was like, an old friend greeting me after a long trip. 

Blinking back tears, I shifted and looked around. It was just me and another figure whose back was turned to me. I stared at him for a moment, examining him as he shook violently with weeping tremors, his voice broke as he gasped for breath.

“I’m trying,” He called out into the white, voice broken shoulder’s shaking. He still hadn’t noticed me. “I’m trying, but it’s so hard, I can’t find the missing pieces! I have all the ingredients, but you’re, you’re still gone.” An empty vial sat beside him. It had an indigo cape with a heart on it sitting beside him. I… I wanted to reach out to him, but I found my hand trembling when I did. 

Was I scared? Or was I excited? 

I looked at my trembling limb before shifting to hold it to my chest. What was wrong with me? 

His body radiated this warm, this almost comforting feeling from him. I wanted to go to him. I sat up slowly so I could turn to look at him, staring at him for a long few moments, then shifting to my knees. I began to move closer to the figure but stopped and looked down. My body stained the white with smears of black, cyan, yellow, and magenta. It was as if I was a printer that had just exploded all over the floor.

 What was going on? 

I knew this wasn’t normal. Did my body always behave this way? 

Did it behave this way before I woke up, or was this new? 

What should I do?

First - You’re here ^^

Next - To be continued

AR~ Sorry for being gone for so long, I’ve been being hit with misfortune after misfortune. 

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Hello?

*AR is busy typing*

*AR will return shortly*

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????: hi

Hi!

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Will there be a part 2 (or more) of Dust In My Arms? ;3

Yes there will be! The next part is actually being edited right now

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Ink wants his plaything back? Is that what error was to him or did he genuinely love him?

Both! It’s an interesting feeling for Ink, he loves Error but doesn’t understand since he’s never get this way before he’s obsessed with Error, running tests on him to see how it affects how he feels since he’s never felt anything before this. So he loves Error... but he’s also his play thing, his experiment, his toy. ~AR

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Hug?

HUGS?!??!!! I’m a bitch for hugs.

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Do you think that Inked!Error is ever going to become more like original Error? Like do you plan for Ink to find a way to fix him back to normal? (I hope so cause this kinda real sad)

Spoilers

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The Real Beginning

I’d been living with Ink for the past few weeks if you could call it living. He ignored me mostly, only paid attention to me when he was upset about Error, but even then it wasn’t pleasant. He was both interested in me and annoyed by my presence. I understand why though, I’m not him, I’m not the one he loves. I had to follow him everywhere and I found so many souls afraid of me, but that was okay… it would be okay. It took a while before I could find any more remnants of Error, and through stitched together words of dozens of his victims, I knew what Ink wanted, what he desired so truly as to create me. Maybe I could give it to him. 

“Ink!~” I called out as I followed after him as if I was a duckling waddling after my mother. I guess you could say I had changed, or maybe I was reverting. Eyes that flickered with a new hope through a bright yellow color of lights. He ignored me, as always, I mean what was I expecting? “I learned to do that yarn thing while you were asleep!” I called after him, yes, the ‘yarn thing’. He turned back to look at me, the remnants of his loved one seeping through my inky coating once more as he looked over me. 

“Yarn thing?” He finally spoke eyeing me over with curiosity, then pain, then numbness, “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“This!” I responded, forcing the chipper sound to my voice, reaching up and grabbing the dripping bright cyan that sat below my eyes, then pulled. The pain lifted a bit and soon formed yarn that was being pulled from my eyes. “The yarn thing! See!” He practically dropped broomy as he fell to his knees and grabbed my forearms. 

“What do you remember!” He always asked, especially when I did something reminded him of his dearly departed. The grip on my arms was tense and tight, if I’d been human, it probably would have bruised. It tightened when I didn’t respond fast enough. “WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER!” he practically screamed.

“I-I… um, okay, just give me a sec.” I said taking in a sharp breath before thinking, it was fuzzy, “Books… I remember books,” but when I started his hands trembled, “And um, you, you were, hovering over me, saying something… ugh.” I grabbed my head, it always hurt to force it. “I’m sorry!” I wasn’t ready… I’m never ready… Why can’t I just make him happy!

Beginning -> Error… Wake Up.

Previous-> To Be Happy

Next -> Coming soon

Thanks for being so patient with this! I’ve had a lot of my plate the past few months with losing a family member, getting injured, and other stuff as well. You are all amazing and I adore you all <3 ~AR

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The Real Beginning

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Updates ^^

Announcement!!!

Hey guys! So I’ve been working on a handful of projects! Tomorrow being the release date for a few of them! Some others will have to wait a little longer! Here’s the big roster for what I’ve been doing behind the curtains!

1. Revamp of Inked!Error!

-unfortunately me and the other creator had a falling out but!!! I have creative freedoms with it and they are my characters, so I have been working on rewriting the story!

2. Love in the dark

-a gift for a friend as well as one of my favorite ships! Willow and Cutlass, an edge berry story ^^

3. StarTale

-Another AU ive been working really hard on! Still a lot of work to do, but their story is gonna be filled to the brim with feels!!! Annnnnd possible romance 👀👀👀

Can’t wait to write some more now that I’m feeling better ^^ love you 💜 -AR

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How does Ink react when Geno personality appears in Inked!Error?

“Both pleased and pissed.”

He’s happy to see that Error remembers things but.... not so happy he hasn’t remembered yet. He wants his plaything back.

-AR

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I just read ur story and it's great, I just love reading about such relationships, so thank you! :D I do have a question tho, do we ever get to know the reason for Errors suicide? (Sry if this has been asked already!)

Yes! This will be explained eventually as the story of the past, and the story of the present unfolds some.... rather disturbing truths. 

Small announcement! I finally have a computer once again so the hiatus is over! Currently working on another story chapter, but once I’m done with that, I’ll be going back and forth between posting parts of each!!! If any of you haven’t checked out my side blog it’s~!!! @anxious-one-shots Which isn’t just gonna be one shots! It’ll also have the progression of my art and other stuff too! Can’t wait to finally let out all my inspiration that has been building up for this!!! <3 <3 <3~!!

Oh! And also all my personal asks should be directed there! But of course I’ll answer them here too! ^^

~AR

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Hi! So this is me um... my laptop gave out and I really would like a new one... opening commissions for short stories and one shots :3

So a really sad thing happened. My laptop gave out finally and I need to make enough money to get a new one so I can continue working on it. I have a computer I can write on but it’s not mine and I can only really use it when my gf is not here. I’ll be opening writing commissions starting at $5 in order to save up enough for a laptop! If you wanna support me I’d really appreciate it ^^

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I got more of my baby commissioned by one of my favorite artists!!! 😍🥰 I love this so much!!!

commission for @inkederror thank you again! fjsdak

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To Be Happy 2

This is not part of the main story but is something that does happen to Inked!Error. He does this to himself, not because Ink asked him to, but because he knows Ink would be happier this way.

Deep blue to cover the cyan streaks that ran down his face. The paint smudged a bit, mixing with the dark goop that coated the young skeleton's bones. He leaned forwards over a sink to take a closer look, the fine paintbrush clenched in his sticky hands. Pain echoed through his sockets, but he refused to stop, using bright blood red to hiding the magenta hue of his eyes. Luckily his eye lights could remain bright yellow. His hands trembled as he leaned forwards, taking a closer look as the bright cyan yarn fell from his wet sockets. 

“I have to be him,” he swore to himself, “I have to make Ink happy.” It hurt. He covered his fingers to make them look correct. It hurt. He put on the dark clothing his old self used to wear. It hurt. He stared at who he was supposed to be, anger boiling through his system. His soul shattered even more than it originally was. He flinched, grabbing a hold of his shirt, curling over a bit. “I have to be him, I have to make Ink happy, I have to, I HAVE TO!” He cried out, the glass shattered around his fist as bright cyan marrow dripped from his now cracked knuckles. “I’m Error, for Ink.”