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The ERROR had died in many ways- only to RESPAWN in the Anti-Void.
And after a while, he decided to experiment with all the different ways he could die. Error hated pain but concluded that, if an opponent came at him with 'such-and-such' then he would know how to handle it.
...this... however, he did not know how to counter.
A blackhole.
Nothing really he could do but die and there was no way to counter it if someone unleased one... which would be a very hard thing to do.
Error sees the blackhole swallows the light from the stars surrounding it. Watches as a planet slowly be torn apart and spirling into its centre- it was actually a beautiful sight to the Destroyer of Worlds.
Even from where he floated in space did he feel the tugging effect. A little closer and he would start to drift towards it.
"*Hi Error!" Ink's voice came from behind, glancing over his shoulder he sees the Artist using his giant paintbrush like a witch's broom.
"*ugh. what do ya want?" Error asks with a sigh, he turns back to the amazing display not really wanting to miss it.
"*You planning on dying again?" Ink question as he flys in front of the ERROR- Error notices the scarf on the rainbow moron's neck moving toward the blackhole, a sign that he was effect by the influence it gave, but everything else remained unmoving.
"*yeah..." Error told him, turning his attention back to the Artist.
"*Can I die with you too?" Ink asks with a bold grin, moving closer towards him.
"*what! no. go find ya own blackhole. this one's mine." Error snaps at him and if there was some ground to step on, he would be stamping his feet by now, "shoo. begone! slimy one!"
"*Slimy? Do you need your glasses? I'm Ink! Not Nightmare!" Ink shouts out enraged, his eyeslights flicker to red.
"*i ain't in the mood for a fight. let me die in peace." Error growls out, turning back to the blackhole, he feels the tug getting stronger and hears a soft cracking of bone. At this rate, he would die from the pressure alone before getting to the middle.
Suddenly Ink was there, off his dumb brush and floating next to him.
There was nothing he could do to stop him now, as the force had reached them as now sailing towards the blackhole.