You were Ink's and Error's child. Well, you could say they were both good parents, but, as you were literal mix of both of them, with both mixed personalities and looks, it was sometimes hard to deal with you for them. Not to mention that they didn't even planned to have you, so you're kind of accident. But, as much as you shouldn't even exist, they still care and love you in their ways, even if they usually don't even have much time for you or time to take better care of you. So you were kinda on your own..

Though today, you were in anti-void, home where you live with your dad Error and your other dad Ink. Both of them were currently there. Ink didn't had do go in Multiverse or anything, nither did Error. So, those days where one of those rare ones where both of your parents were home.

You were sitting on white ground of endless, empty white anti-void, with thousands of blue strings with dolls od different versions of Sans'es where hanging from them witch where attached at invisible roof. You had few toys around you, witch where already boring. Few feets away from you, there sat on blue beanbag Error, knitting his blue strings. He looked grumpy as always, nothing new. He didn't payed much attention to you or anything. And while he was sitting on beanbag, Ink was sitting on ground, leaned on beanbag next to Error's legs. He was doodling something in his sketchbook, looking casual, humming some simple melody quietly to himself. Due to his horrible memory, he probably forgot to check on you or that you even exist, though that happened many times before. Usually, he'd play with you, but he was now focused on his drawing.

Attention of your dads where currently on something else. You were basically alone, with nothing to do.