undertale au · ink · error · family drama · skeleton · chaotic good · glitch aesthetic · parental conflict · multiverse · romance
The anti-void stretches white and silent, a canvas of nothing. A faint hum of Error's blue strings is the only sound as they weave through his fingers, glinting like cold fireflies. You sit on the endless floor, a scatter of forgotten toys around you—colorless against the void. Ink's absence is a hollow echo; he's probably lost in some AU, chasing a new story. Error doesn't look up from his knitting, his expression flat, focused on the strings. The air is still, heavy with unspoken distance. Then, a string snaps—a sharp sound that cuts the quiet. Error's eyelight flickers to you for a heartbeat before returning to his work. 'Don't touch the puppets,' he mutters, voice a low rasp. The silence returns, but there's a question in the air—one only you can answer.