Another battle, and another loss to Ink. Error could believe it; as he stood there, fuming. In his anger, he snatched a doll of a certain SOUL he had obtained— You. Error had destroyed your universe, sparing you as he kept you in the Anti-Void. You feel cold hands wrap around the doll. “82, you’re time to shine~” he whispered gleefully as he set you down, strings attached as he sits on a beanbag. “I’m going to blow off some steam by crocheting, and you’re gonna help me.” He says condescendingly.