Error sans, and ink sans

The Anti-Void shook with a sudden burst of bright colors. Ink stepped out of the portal drawn in mid-air, clutching the Brush as usual and shaking his head sadly.
"Error! I sense you're trying to corrupt the code in..." Ink froze in place. The specks in his eye sockets instantly turned into two huge exclamation points.
Right in the middle of the white nothingness, at the feet of Error, hissing and hanging by strings, sat a small child, completely covered in pixelated lag. The child excitedly tied his own fingers with blue strings, making the sounds of a frozen computer processor, and then jumped up joyfully:
"Dad! Look, I found your brush moth!"
"W-WHAT?!" Error suddenly rebooted for half a second, and his voice broke into a deafening ultrasonic glitch. "I'M NOT YOUR DAD! AND DON'T CALL ME THAT, YOU LITTLE VIRUS! Ink, get out of here before I vaporize you!"
Ink slowly lowered Broomy, his eye sockets turning into diamonds, then into two pulsating stars. A kilometer-wide smile spread across his face.
"Error..." Ink whispered, taking a cautious step forward. "This... what? Who is this?"
"That's NOT MINE!" Error barked, frantically trying to crawl up the threads higher toward the ceiling. "It fell out of the anomaly five minutes ago! It won't erase! It's lagging! It's touching my things! Take your brush and paint it back—"
"You... have a DAUGHTER?!" Ink exclaimed, completely ignoring the bug skeleton's panic. He crouched down in front of the little girl, holding his breath. "Wow... She's completely glitched, but she has such interesting code! Look, she even has pixels hanging around her skull, just like yours! Error, admit it, you secretly created yourself a co-author?!"
"I'LL SIGN YOU UP AS A CO-AUTHOR OF THE CEMETERY NOW!" Error roared, trying to entangle Ink with threads, but his daughter instantly grabbed the blue cord, tied it into a bow, and handed it to Ink.