"I... N-no..." The destroyer mused as he watched in terror as the creator's soul began to crack, due to his strings crushing it slowly as he had the creator pinned to the wall by his neck.

The sickening scientist had done the same experiment from the day before this day as well. This time though, what the destroyer had been injected with was worse. He could hardily even feel his true self anymore due to it. He was blinded by rage.

The creator in front of him seemed to be speaking, possibly screaming, likely begging for mercy, but he couldn't be heard. All Error saw was the other's mouth move and tears poiring down his white boned face.

He felt himself slowly tighten the string more and more.

Stop it!
Why won't it stop!
Why can't I stop!
We have a goal to achieve.
Did you think we were going to abandon it..?

Get out of my head!
Get out!
Get out!
Leave!

How can I?
I'm part of you~!
I'm.
Your.
Voice.
Of.
Reason.

Suddenly Error felt the creator's soul crack in half and then split into millions of slivers under his strings.

His and Ink's eyes widened

Seconds later the creator started to cough, coughing up blood.

A minute of this passed, leaving the creator on the ground in pain, fighting the enviable.

Error felt himself watching from above.

He finally felt himself snap back into the reality as he saw Ink start to dust, staring at his legs. The creator too noticed. Both were surprised. Error had at least hoped that perhaps Ink could survive, having lived without a soul for majority of his existence, but it appeared a false hope, the creator's whole form having become reliant on the soul.

Ink then looked up at Error, a weak smile on his face.

"I... love you..." He whispered out, just seconds before he completely became a pile of dust.

"NO!" The destroyer screamed in dismay, breaking free from the nonexistent puppet strings that once held him, refusing to face what had occurred.

Tears began to roll down the destroyer's face and he dropped down sadly to his knees. He looked out in front of himself at the dust.

His fault.
It was his fault.

He suddenly woke up screaming the same line as he awoken with a jump of fear, clutching his chest, his soul racing with fear.

He felt Ink also jolt awake with his sudden shout and movement, having had been laying with his head on the destroyer's shoulder and arm.

Error was breathing quickly. He looked around the darkened cell, eye lights narrowed with fear, glad it was only a dream.

"Er-Error?!" Ink exclaimed in response, now completely awake. "Are... Are you okay-"

Error quickly wrapped his arms around the creator, pulling him into a tight hug, forcing the other to have his head lay on his chest. Ink felt his soul flutter a little, surprised at the sudden action.

"Y-you know how you m-made me promise to never l-leave..?" The destroyer asked.

"Y-yeah..." Ink replied, with a little nod.

"D-do the same for me. Promise to never leave me alone, okay?" Error asked, fear still in his voice.

Ink nodded again, closing his eyes and snuggling closer to the other.

"Promise." The artist replied.

"Thank you." Was the whispered reply the creator had received.

The destroyer sighed quietly with relief. He was glad it was only a nightmare, and nothing more, and glad the other was still there.

They soon returned to something similar to their prior position, snuggled close to each other, the creator resting in the destroyer's arms.

Eventually, both had once again fallen asleep for the few hours that remained until the lights of the lab turned up to their brightest once more.

As the lights came on, the artist woke up, opening his eye sockets slowly. He was starting to get sick of always waking to a plain white room. He still wasn't completely use to it though, and he always felt his soul seem to skip a beat when forgot where he had slept and awoken to the white space, then he would remember where he was and calm down seconds later. Luckily it didn't seem as big of a shock anymore, the first time it happened though he thought he would have a mental breakdown even though he didn't yet have a soul. The fear had been never lacking.

Ink didn't move, he didn't see the point. Plus, he was snuggled up closely to the other, which still held him in his arms, so the creator didn't wish to awaken the other. He continued to lazily look out across the plain room, only hearing the light humming of the lights, the other's soft breathing, and his and destroyer's soul beats. It almost felt soothing. It almost all felt peaceful.

The creator started to feel himself start to doze off again, his eye sockets slowly drooping down.

Guess all the late nights and stress are catching up to me... He thought as he closed his eye sockets. I don't want to move. Just stay here, still, and sleep...

The creator then felt the destroyer lightly place a hand on his head, and start to stroke his skull lightly.

Ink opened his eyes a little, a light rainbow blush dusting his face.

"Morning shorty." The destroyer stated.

"Hey, I'm not short..." Ink replied in denial. "I'm only an inch or two shorter than you."

Error chuckled a little to himself, moving his hand that rested on the other's skull to the other's cheekbone, lightly pulling and pinching it like some would pinch another's cheek.

"Stop..." Ink whined, pushing away the other's hand with his own. "What was that even for?"

"For fun." Error replied.

Ink rolled his eyes and snuggled closer to the destroyer.

"So, are you just going to stay there or..?"

"What's the point of moving..." Ink mumbled back, closing his eyes.

Error sighed in reply.

"I guess you have a point." The destroyer agreed. "It's not like there's much else to do."

Seconds later, the destroyer heard a light quiet snoring coming from the creator who had fallen asleep once more while snuggled up to him. Error looked down at the creator and blushed lightly.

Why does he have to look so damn cute... He thought.

The destroyer smiled a little as he looked at the other. He once again lightly placed a hand on the top of the other's skull, stroking it lightly. He saw the other relax more and smile sweetly, making his soul flutter.

All seemed well for once.
Seconds later though, Error tensed up at the feeling of the creator's hands having moved just under his hoodie. He noticed the artist's smile turn into a smirk.

Wait... What is he planning? Thought the destroyer. I thought he was asleep!

He quickly found out his answer when the creator, who had appeared asleep, suddenly launched in an attack at tickling the destroyer's rib cage.

The destroyer couldn't hold in his laughter as he tried to push the other off of him in an attempt to fight back.

"St-stop!" Error exclaimed in between his laughter.

He was finally able to stop the other shenanigans by finally getting ahold of the other's wrists, and forcing the other off him, back flat on the floor, hands pinned above his head. The destroyer, meanwhile, was positioned above him, still holding him down, his face dusted with a light shade of yellow as he stifled his laughs.

"WHaT wAS ThAt FoR?!" Error asked, slightly annoyed.

Ink replied with a couple snickers, a bright smile on his face, his eye sockets closed, smiling.

"For fun~!" The creator chirped in reply.

Error seemed to puff out his face in annoyance. Ink then opened his eyes, making eye contact with the other. That's when the reality of their current position hit them both. The creator quickly blinked, his eye lights turning to a pink heart and yellow exclamation mark, and his face quickly turned into a rainbow. Meanwhile, the destroyer's face quickly heated up turning into a yellow blushing mess.

Neither moved a second, not sure how to react to the accident that had just happened. Finally the destroyer reacted, quickly releasing the other's wrists, sitting up, and backing away from the other, backing his back to the wall that was originally a foot away from him. Ink remained laying on the floor a second more before blinking, his eye lights changing back to their oval and star. He then slowly sat up.

Neither of them made eye contact or looked at near each other.

"S-s-sorry..." Error stuttered out, embarrassed more than anything along with being a little shaken up and flustered by it all.

"It's f-fine." Ink replied quietly.

Neither of them still made eye contact.

Then the cell doors opened, causing them to quickly regain their posture and nerves before being forced away to do yet another series of tests surrounding their powers and abilities.

•••••••

"Entry Number: 48:!6:&4!;9"

"Things are getting bad... This group of skeletons that keeps trying to break into my lab here in the void are getting better, and closer every try. We have tried everything to prevent what now is the inevitable. Moving: failure. Less positive energy: failure. Better defenses: failure."

"It has come down to the wire. I will have to extract our artificial soul from its current user. Though they appreciate it, and rely on it, we need the technology so we can make hundreds and hundreds of others to save lives. Hundreds of lives... I will schedule the soul removal for tomorrow. From there, discovery will only harm part of the research, but that is what I get for toying with gods. If this is my last ever entry, I wish for only my highest and biggest help, and best apprentice to take this and continue my works; Dr. Larrel Mark Catrone. If this is not, the research will continue under my name..."

The typing continued to fill the darkened, almost pitch black room the head scientist made his entries in.

"I don't understand why you enjoy typing in the dark." He heard one of his scientists speak, turning on the rooms light, revealing the head scientist's completely uncovered and unmasked face.

The head scientist was a skeleton, with two cracks in his skull, one crack meeting up with one of his eye sockets, while the other went from the corner of his mouth to his other eye socket. He wore the traditional white lab coat with a black turtle neck underneath.

"Honestly Gaster, even though you lack actual eyes it's not good on your eye sockets either. We've tested that theory." His best apprentice and fellow scientist, the feline scientist, Dr. Larrel Mark Catrone himself, stated.

"I know, I know..." Dr. WG, also known as Dr. Wing Ding Gaster, replied.

"So, why did you call me?" Dr. Catrone asked.

"I need you to once again aid me in an operation. We are taking back our artificial soul, cutting it from the one we lended it to for a couple weeks and experiments."

"Hmm... I knew it was only a matter of time." Dr. Catrone replied, setting a few files on the head scientist's desk where his computer also stood. "We've perfected that soul with aid from the one we lended it to."

"Indeed, we have, and now we risk chance of discovery." Dr. WG replied. "I scheduled it for tomorrow. Be ready."

"Will do doctor, will do." Dr. Catrone responded. "I will gather our special soul team and prepare for the extraction."

"I will warn you," Dr. WG started. "Our patient won't go into the room as easily as last time. He's smart, and he won't be fooled twice."

"Perhaps we could make him drowsy so the job and getting him into the room will be easier?"

"No, that won't do. We will have to use force." Dr. WG answered. "Like I was earlier, be prepared, and tomorrow won't be as much of a Hell than it already is."

"Will do Doctor." The feline scientist replied.