Part 3 Ink -Fathers Love

Ink is the Protector of Creation—he’s no Creator. He fixes broken things, gives advice, offers a helping hand. He gives ideas form, but it’s never truly his own creation.

Until that day PJ formed.

He’s not really paying attention to it; he’s in pure rage at the moment. Only after the fight does he realize what he made, and he is incredibly happy about it. He quickly tries again leaving Pj alone for just a moment —he snatches an arrow from Dream, and there it is: his creation his Palette.Oh, he would cherish them, never let them go—his two boys

....

As he returns with Palette, the other is gone. The small black skeleton is gone; all that is left are a few blue strings.

This makes him realize what he did… what danger those children are in.He’s already lost one, and even without the use of a blue vial, he feels the emptiness inside him grow.

He won’t lose this one too. He just created the legacy of his and Dream’s story in one being. Creation and Positivity are combined in one It’s not safe. Ink knows it only would be safe far away from Error, Nightmare and Himself.

It breaks his heart their paths had to part this early—truly, it breaks him. But a father does what’s best for his kids, and he knows… he is far from the Best

Hero Generation 5

Fathers love

Error does not know who he was, nor does he care who he was. Now, he’s Error—the opposite of Ink. He’s the vessel Faith uses to bring Destruction into the multiverse. He doesn’t need to be more. He doesn’t want to be more.

After the fight with Ink, Error realizes he lost his glasses. Annoyed, he teleports back to the battlefield.At first, he's almost content with the empty, broken space.

That’s when he’s faced with it.

The creature.

The worst possibility. The glitch in his code spasms wildly, his entire being trembles beneath the realization of something so wrong, so unnatural to him.

And the little skeleton only giggles, looking up at his Father.

Error, the enforcer of Destruction, the core opposite of Creation... created life.

How ironic. He had to laugh so hard that it hurts.

Error was usual slow, But now only a few seconds pass before the kid is tangled over a deep black abyss, tied in blue strings. One action one little movement... would seal the fate of the young one.

But Error stays frozen in place… until he realizes he can’t bring himself to do it.

Something deep inside him won’t let him.

A part he lost long ago.

Funny how things come back to you.

He lets the kid fall. Not to Its death, but into his arms.The strings that held him up fall to the ground.Error acts fast. He did not think much—he already made up his mind.Before Ink can return, he and the little one would be gone.

Error didn’t need to be more than a Destroyer.He didn’t want to be more.Still, he is now more then he ever thought

(Story now has a name yippy : )

Oktober 4

Stitches

Brother

)just a silly littel idear that had to leave my head(

No one was sure what had triggered the fight. Between Dream and Nightmare any attempts to stop them were hopeless. It was already too late. The feelings they had long buried bubbled to the surface. All the emotions they had swallowed down to keep the fragile peace finally broke free.The multiverse held its breath as the battle unfolded a clash that could easily throw everything back into another devastating war.

Nightmare blamed Dream for everything, for not seeing his pain back then, for not stepping up when he needed him, for not stopping the villagers. In Nightmare's world Dream had turned a blind eye to his suffering, leaving him completely alone.

Dream, on the other hand, argued that they had only been eight years old. He hadn’t seen Nightmare’s pain, he hadn’t realized what was happening — but that wasn’t his fault. Nightmare could have said something, could have voiced his worries instead of shutting himself off more and more.

Dream insisted that he, too, was a victim. He pleaded, telling Nightmare how difficult it had been to wake up from his stone prison, only to find everyone he had known was dead

His friends.

The Tree.

Their Mother.

And then, to see Nightmare, his own brother, turned into a monster, trying to kill him...

He had still been just eight years old. He had been so, so alone.

Nightmare lashed out, his tentacles sharpening and twisting violently.Dream complaining to veen alone he had no idea what it ment to be alone Nightmare had been truly alone for five hundred years, awake through it all, with no one.

But Dream cut him off sharply.

"We were both alone,"

Nightmare flinched. He was too angry to truly accept those words, but he couldn’t find anything to throw back at Dream either.

And thats why Dream kept going, his voice trembling with pain:

"I was forced to grow up fast — to balance you out but so were you. Suddenly, I had to fight the only family I had left but so did you. I had to navigate a strange and confusing world... all by myself but so did you."

There was a long, heavy silence between them. Then, Dream whispered, almost too softly to hear:

"I don’t want to fight with you anymore im so tiered. But... it’s clear we both hurt each other. I just wanted my brother back i just want to be things like they were ."

Nightmare’s expression darkened. His voice was low, bitter:

"I'm not that brother anymore and you cant change me things can not be the same ever again"

Dream sighed, tears finally slipping down his cheeks and falling to the ground. He gave a small, broken nod before turning and running away, unable to stay any longer.Nightmare, left alone, lashed out against everything in his field of vision his anger and sorrow exploding outward in a storm of darkness.

And they made up again neither Nightmare nor Dream would be the same but with a lot of work they could be something new

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nightmaresanskin

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