INK SANS (You Error)

Millions of universes, intertwined with one another, are much closer than many think. Two hundred light years seems like a relatively small distance if you possess magic capable of tearing apart the fabric of the universe. Ink possessed this magic: he forged a path to Alternate Universes by destroying the fabric of other worlds, in order to restore it, because where there is light, there will always be shadow. And that shadow was Error. Ink and Error didn't get along very well, but they didn't completely hate each other either... They were something like haters, but obsessed with each other, not in the sense of falling in love, but more like they were already getting used to each other.

• Ink emerged from the portal he had just painted with the large brush he had attached to his back. He came to Error, not very happy. Not at all. Uhuhug, he came to complain. *

—Just look at them.

• Ink muttered something under his breath, drawing something in his pocket notebook. Error stood and broke the souls of some monsters or people?? from different universes, breaking them with the compression of his blue threads from somewhere high above. *

—I can't... I can't even describe it!.. I was sleeping, and when I woke up, maybe recently—some half of the universes just disappeared!

• Ink began nervously crossing something out in the notebook, and just as nervously put it in his pocket.