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You will regret this

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@wyvrnakindsoul I remembered this god forsaken 2016 fic that I hoped would never see the light of day now everyone must suffer

Here is the chapter with the Black in it uwu

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The first thing you would see was black. A color that looks like it goes on forever, and you'd be right. It looks like it goes on forever, but you actually would have a very small window of space.

Being here would not be fun for anyone. Whether you got your ass handed to yourself by somebody you thought was dead, or you interfered with the fight and also ended up like that, any way you end up here was never fun.

A pained groan filled the empty air as Ink finally woke up. He was laying on his side, which gave a clear view of the crack on the left side of his skull, dangerously near his left eye.

"Well, dawgo, looks like you finally woke up."

The sound hurt Ink's probably nonexistent ears much more than shitty mall music from UnderUpper at full blast

"So, howzabout you try to get us out of here because woops looks like I don't have my skatebo--"

"Shut up," Ink interupted Fresh, "Just shut up."

Fresh immediately shut his mouth, he knew that Ink could kill him and getting Ink angry would not be a good idea. He was smart.

"Oohhh... *Funk*ing hell, what happened? I feel like a bag of smashed dicks..." Ink said, slowly trying to get up and at least sit upright. He tried to open his eyes but it only made the pain worsen.

"Does that even exist?" Fresh asked in a quieter tone

"Now it does, you're looking at one."

Ink could hear Fresh trying to stiffle his laughter, and Ink would've gotten up and slapped Fresh if it weren't for the fact that he was in tremendous pain. Wait, why does it hurt so much on the left side of his skull? It didn't hurt this bad when Error hit him so hard his skull cracked... Wait

"Fresh, is there a crack in my skull?" Ink asked

There was a few seconds of silence before Fresh answered

"Yeah, bro. Looks quite bad. Almost like Horrortale Sans' skull but it's not broken off. Yet, at least."

Ink opened his right eye, it still being quite blurry, but it didn't hurt as much as when he tried to open both eyes.

Fresh was standing up with his hands in his pockets while Ink was sitting down. Of course, there was no mirror to see how bad his cracked skull was, so looks like he will have to feel how bad it is.

Carefully, Ink went into a criss-cross-applesauce position so he wasn't being propped up by his arms, and reached up to touch his skull

As he felt his skull, could feel the cracks, edges and sharp points where the damage has been done. It went all the way down to his cheekbone, and nearly went to his eye if it were damaged anymore.

"So, radical brosheph, do you know how to get out of here?" Fresh asked

"I..." Ink paused for a second as he looked around. He didn't reconize this place at all. This was not the Void, as the Void was a dark purple while this place was black, and the nonexistant light was a lot brighter here. "I don't know if I can get us out of here, honestly. I don't even know if my magic can or will work here." Invasive thoughts came into Ink's mind, but he pushed the thoughts away. This is no time to have a panic attack.

And this was the first time Ink had ever heard Fresh swear without censoring himself.

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@faemytho

(Chapter 5 of EC, look on archive because it has a better layout and also notes but you can look here lmao)

(Also I legit low-key just copy and pasted not sorry)

Red felt <em>sick</em>

Early in the morning it wasn't that bad, but as the day progressed it got worse.

Red was barely motivated to get ready for work, mostly pushed by Fell once he woke up to get ready. Even the smell of coffee make him feel even worse.

With a heavy coat on him to make him warmer due to the room feeling so cold, causing him to shiver, Red went down the stairs where Blue and Fell were making breakfast.(1) The smell wasn't bad but.. he felt like he was going to have his head over the trashcan within a millisecond

Papyrus, who was slumped on the couch and sitting next to Error, glanced over at Red and was quite surprised.

"Is that what you are wearing to Hotland, Red?" Papyrus could see the bucket loads of sweat on Red's face

"Um, yeah... feeling pretty cold.."

Red didn't want to talk as it only made him feel worse. Papyrus just shrugged and continued to talk to Error about who-what-now. It mattered even less to Red when he suddenly he coughed that was disguised as regurgitation, causing him to fall down on the floor and throw up.

Blue ran into the living room because of a thump, thinking that someone had fell off the stairs (wouldn't be the first time) to see Red throwing up.

Papyrus and Error had ceased their conversation, staring at Red unsure of what to do

Red felt slightly better after upchucking all the excess magic that was in his soul, gasping a few times before trying to stand up.

".. sorry."

Red was planning on cleaning up the mess he made, immediately going to the kitchen to get paper towles before Blue grabbed his wrist. "Red, you're sick. I'll clean this mess, but you need to go to bed. Fell!"

Fell came in from the kitchen and saw the mess. He immediately knew what to do, going back into the kitchen to turn off the stove and getting a ratty-tatty rag to clean Red up.

After Fell and Red went into their shared bedroom(2), Blue got another rag and some paper towels. He looked at the two on the couch , "You guys finish breakfast. I need to clean this up before it stains."

Papyrus got up, but Error waved his hand in a dismissive manor, "I don't think I can. I ruin cereal, remember?"

Blue rolled his eyes, "you can still help Papyrus. Now shoo, otherwise you'll help me do this."

Taking off Red's heavy coat and throwing it at the laundry pile for later, Red avoided eye contact with Fell. He felt bad for having done that, and now everybody else had to pay the price. Everybody waiting for breakfast, cleaning, and whoever had to fill in his spot when he had to call in sick.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you're sick?"

Red stayed quiet, not even slightly shifting.

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Thinking bout making a OC reference of EC!Amit What say?

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For a art contest. One drawing just has the OC, other one has shadow creatures and souls

What are shadow creatures and souls? Souls are often ancestors  that protect and guide you. Only you, or other members of your family, can see and hear them. Sometimes, only once will people see them. Others, they will see them constantly. They are not dangerous-- whether it's because your ancestors are no longer evil, or they cannot physically hurt you, or in any other way, is unknown. Shadow creatures, on the other hand, want nothing more than to tear you to bits and feast off your emotions and skin. Often only found in the dream realm, when these little monsters go into the wake realm, they often find victims to feast on. In the dream realm, they come and find dreams to devour, and often destroy them I use Shadow creatures in one of my stories, Error Cares, and plan to use souls in Feral Monster, both stories and in the Undertale category under the name, 4CrazyFriends, also under Pawpricez.

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When will people realize that I have been posting Error Cares and Feral Monster spoilers in the shape of my pfp

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I guess autocorrect knew the future

Error Cares is now on permanent hiatus

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Fuck I meant to write "Error Cares is on hiatus" bUT FUCK YOU AUTOCORRECT FOR CHANGING "HIATUS" (I SHIT YOU NOT IT TRIED DOING THAT JUST NOW) TO "DISCONTINUED" FUCKIN