Error was fighting with ink yet again. However, Ink seemed a little empty this time. Most of the times he fought with Ink, he usually had his little fuckboys called the "star squad" with him. This time, though, he only had a yellow stress ball with eyes and no bunny boy in sight. Strange. Also, the squid looked like he just drank some of that drug he called paint so he shouldn't LOOK empty, but he did anyway. Error will find out soon enough.
Ink was having a terrible day. Dream tried to be as much emotional support a small orb could be for a soulless being, but that barely helped. The whispers at the back of his skull surely didn't either. Is this what Error was talking about when he said he heard voices? No, he said they were loud. These ones said "go back" and "kill". The tree had done something to him, surely. Now, he needed to beat the information out of Error about the tree since it seemed that Error's voices knew something about "it".
"Come on! I know your voices know something about that Yggardael!"
"t-thE HEl/'S yGgæRdaEl?!?"
"Ask your voices dammit! They should know something! They know almost everything about US, so why shouldn't they know anything about that devil tree!?!?"
Both were frustrated, one was begging and beating for answers, while the other didn't know anything about Yggardael.
Both skeletons were exhausted, the Errors threads and Ink's brush were both sagging down lacking magic.
Suddenly, a rip just like the one that pulled Error into the void opened up with a root the shot through it, splitting in half to grab both skeletons.
Error immediately crashed, being one with the phobia of touch from another being, while Ink was struggling madly. The tree somehow ripped apart reality to reach Ink out, and now both of the creator and the destroyer of the multiverse were being dragged into the portal.
Ink felt a crushing weight inside his cranium, one of guilt. He led the tree into the multiverse, He caused the one skeleton that could talk with him without repercussions to be taken WITH him, and the balance would be-
:Stay still.:
He couldn't stand still! He had to-
Wait.
Ink knew that voice. It was the young creator named "CrabAshSnorter" who made their own separate AU with only some music as an inspiration and a phone!
:You are being dragged into my Mindspace, I will grant you some semblance of protection there. Yggardael is one of my characters, an extremely powerful one that sorts my imagination and my memories into different areas. I can only guarantee that you'll be sane and with a soul in your vessel, nothing else:
Ink was... well, Ink didn't know what to feel. The paint's effects ran out already, so he couldn't naturally feel emotion anymore. Though, his magic naturally made his tattoos glow since he would finally get a soul again. The creator guaranteed that he would be safe in some semblance, so he calmed down and stayed still...
:So, uh Ygga, can you promise me this one thing?:
{You know I ALWAYS keep my promises, so sure! What is it?}
:Can you give the ink one to Vialuornae?:
{Why the soulmerchant of all of my daughters?}
:Well, she's the only one who'll give the husk a soul and keep him sane.:
{Good point. Sure!}
*Uhh, sorry to interrupt, but miss'ter Grandparent?*
:That certainly makes me feel old, but what is it?:
*I was wondering...*
Error finally rebooted and loaded to the point he woke up in a small-ish container that looked like a glass teardrop. He tried to open one of his portals to no avail. He tried again. Shit. This was just like lim- HOLY FUCK
Was that the tree ink was talking about earlier? In his stupid fight? Damn. It sure is huge, that's for sure.
Was it... looking at him? That can't be right.
Error put in his glasses just to make sure he wasn't witnessing a whole damn oversized marble with a pupil move to LOOK at him, and sure enough, it was still staring. Unnerving and getting under his ribs? Yeah. And the voices... where were the voices, anyway? They should've been asking about the tree by now. Error looked around and saw Ink being given over by the tree to a tall skeleton with half a leaf mask, and...
A Soul? A clover-looking one at that. What was that monstrosity? A mix between a monster soul and a human one? Probably, by the magic signatures it's giving off. Is it going to... oh. Oh no. He (or she) is putting the soul inside of ink. Wait, the fuck, it's working? It's actually working? Now ink had vine-like strings on his appendages. Strings were his thing, dammit! Aannd now he's gone with that strange skeleton. Error never saw that type before. It looked to be a papyrus-type but shorter, more round-ish, with a feminine body. Why did he even think that thing was feminine anyway? He saw how she put Ink over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and how she ripped apart reality! Error could really go for a chocolate bar right now.
{'So, this is it, Ma? A "good side" balancer?)
{Do you want the other one?}
{'O' course! But at a later date ma, gotta estimate the price that I'll get for this un' even though I'm prolly' gonna keep im''}
{Oh well. Bye, vialvie!}
{'Bye, ma'}
The current situation of the skeletons are:
Nightmare's group is together and enslaved.
The star boys have been eternally separated.
The uncategorized ones are chatting.
The other sanses are confused.