Aion : HAHAHAHAHA BAIIIIII !!

“one who wants to keep his home and one who thinks it should not exist….”

got hit by some inspiration finally. see im productive!! and im getting better at drawing bones kfghkjgh

canvas is mine (ORIGINAL INK SANS IS OWNED BY COMYET)

aion is @cutiegrumpycerym

Awww it's my baby ! I love it ! Thanks !

(redone) AnomalyVerse-Chapter One

Fate. It’s a funny thing. Some beings feel that it is absolute and cannot be changed. But…they underestimate the power of will and determination. If one wishes so badly, fate can be defied….The purple hooded skeleton, sitting on the park fountain, grinned as he flipped over one of his tarot cards. “Reverse tower….hm. heheh. Somethings coming. This should be interesting…” The skeleton chuckled. With a flick of a finger, he spun the card around, enveloping it in a little purple flame. When the front of the card faced him again it showed an odd rainbowy skeleton. “Of course it involves you Mr. Au protecter.” He smirked. “I wonder…what will you do this time?” —– Canvas the skeleton perked his head up from his drawing. Had he just heard a voice? That was odd though…not many visit the doodle sphere. Mainly Dreamie, Fresh and Error. Maybe it was an Au? The rainbow being hummed then closed his sketchbook and stood up. “I’ll finish that one later.” He chuckled. He almost jumped when someone tapped him on the shoulder. “Ahh!!” He cried. He relaxed when he turned and came face to face with an oddly dressed skeleton. “Fresh! Geez don’t scare me like that!” Canvas grumbled. “What are you doing here?” “Nawt much brah! Not much is hoppin so i wanted to check in on my jammin lil bro!” Fresh replied tilting his head. “That not cool?” Canvas grimaced. “ It’s fine but honestly Fresh, are you just default meme trash?” He asked. Fresh grinned and made gun fingers. “Ya rootin tootin bet i am homie!” Then the bright skeleton chuckled. His voice dropped to a more calmer voice. “But i’ll talk simpler just for you lil bro.” Canvas sighed, relieved. “Thank you. I swear when you talk like that it’s like your speaking another language.” He commented, finally picking up his sketchbook. Fresh’s glasses changed to say ‘lol’. “Says the being who knows 15 languages.” The ink being stuck out his bright rainbow tongue. “Shut up. Why do you talk like that anyway?” “It’s fun and it weirds folks out.” Canvas snorted, shaking his head. “Of course.” Suddenly screaming could be heard. Fresh and Canvas turned their attention to a paper to the left. It was suddenly getting wrapped up in blue strings… “Error.” Canvas frowned. He looked back at Fresh. “Naw naw bruh yer good! go see what glitchbrat’s doing.” Fresh chuckled waving the artist on. Canvas winked. “Thanks big bro!” Now for those reading this you might be a tad confused. 'this Canvas character sounds like ink!sans!’ Well, he is. he’s another version of ink!sans that goes by both Ink and Canvas. “Yo narrator! Ya really think that’s important dude?” ….Fresh we talked about this, let me do my job. “You suck at it lmao.” ……ANYWAY. “That was awkward.” Canvas muttered. He brushed the 4th wall break off and summoned his paintbrush. Sweeping it around he splattered purple paint down and jumped in. It wasn’t long before he came out in an au that was in chaos. glitched laughter sounded around everything. It seemed to be a post-pacifist timeline too…Canvas looked around. “Alright…where are you Error?” He didn’t have to wait long to find him. “ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP YOU INKED ABOMINATION! I WAS GETTING BORED!” Canvas looked over to see the glitched black, red, blue and yellow skeleton grinning darkly. Canvas sighed. “Error, let this Au go.” He warned. “Do we honestly need to fight again?” Error snorted with contempt. “Don’t play that line with me asshole. We’ve fought loads of times. Sides…” Error dissapeared and popped up in Canvas’s face. “ITS NOT LIKE YOU’VE CARED BEFORE!” Canvas cried out as Error’s bones caught him in his side knocking him backwards. “Your just some idiot–” Error didn’t get to finish his sentence as Canvas jumped back up, wincing and pulling one of the attacks out. black blood dripped down. vanishing, Canvas reappeared behind Error and slammed his brush into him. error crashed into a piece of road rubble, his back covered in green paint. “honestly Error…” Canvas hummed, twirling his brush. “You kinda talk too much.” “LOOK WHO’S FUCKING TALKING YOU STUPID SQUID!!” Error snarled. Suddenly everything stopped. Just Canvas and Error could move. The fires were at a standstill. The birds flying off, motionless. The people running…all frozen. “Ah! So there’s an Ink and Error here too…interesting!” Both skeletons looked up to see another, cloaked in light blue clothing, standing on what seemed to be a clock patterned platform. “Who…are you?” Canvas asked setting his brush down. “the name’s Aion! pleasure to meet you.”

_credits_

Aion- @cutiegrumpycerym

fresh and error- loverofpiggies

tarot- me

canvas- me (ORIGINAL IDEA OF INK! SANS BELONGS TO COMYET)

Check it out guys ! My boi Aion is in this fanfic ! Also, it seems to be a very interesting story !