First off, sorry this took so long. It was hard for me to write a chapter that was both canon and not canon. Lol.

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Nightmare: Who is 404?

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Blue sighs softly, stretching and popping bones in his neck as he walks away from the idiot and the shizstain. Blue smiles, running ahead and around a corner, out of sight of the two Star Sluts.

"FRESH!" The aforementioned skeleton opens a portal, grinning down at the blue-clad skeleton.

"Hey broseph, what's updiggity wid you?"

"SHIPPING COUNCIL! I'M FINALLY EXCITED ABOUT SOMETHING. And the best thing is my brother doesn't care if I do the Shipping Council. Mostly cause he knows that nobody dangerous would ever think of joining something lead by me!" Fresh grins, holding his hand out.

"So where ya all up plannin to host the radical council this time?" Blue hums softly.

"Undertale. I don't want my brother getting involved, Lust and Razz's AUs aren't particularly friendly, Reapertale is still locked down, and Epictale is kinda..."

"I feel ya man! My AU is open for strangers, but most people all up avoid it like some kinda plague."

"A bonus is Classic doesn't have to leave his AU, so he'll be pretty happy." Fresh nods, pulling Blue through a portal to Undertale. Blue pulls out his cellphone, opening a group chat called Shipping Council MEMEbers.

BluberrySparkles: Hey, Me and Rainbow90s are hosting the next meeting at OriginalSinner's house.

OriginalSinner: Why is my name OriginalSinner again?

Rainbow90s: Because, broseph. Without your radical existence, the rest of us wouldn't even up and exist brotato chip.

Lavender: I'll pop by as soon as possible.

TheTerrificRazz: I'm on my way! Do NOT start without me!

Death: Eh, just finished up today's killing list, so I can come join.

MemeyBruh: I'll be there soon, bruh!

Blue smiles fondly at the messages, looking at Fresh, who is assaulting Classic's Papyrus with ease.

"MAKE SURE NOT TO TRAUMATIZE PAPYRUS, CLASSIC WILL HAVE OUR HEADS OTHER WISE." Fresh nods, rolling his eyes behind his glasses.

"Sure sure brotato chip." Blue wanders around Undertale for a minute, studying the snowy trees for a while.

"hey...thought'd i'd find you here." Blue looks at the source of the voice, smiling when he finds Classic standing beside him.

"Hello, Classic. How have you been?"

"eh. fine i guess. you?"

"It could be better." Classic raises a brow, sending a questioning glance towards Blue.

"whatever do you mean? you're one of the powerful star sanses. you survived a run-in with the destroyer. you're the happy blueberry-"

"Don't call me that." Classic jolts, his questioning look changing to one of surprise, hesitation and worry.

"blue-"

"Sorry...I just really hate being called Blueberry. My name is Blue or Swap. Call me that, or ignore me, okay?" Classic slowly nods.

"anyways, you're the happiest star sans aside from dream, who sometimes slips and wavers. you see the best in everyone, and never intentionally cause harm to others and actively seek to minimize harm."

"Your point, Classic?"

"how on earth can you have a bad day is what i'm saying." Blue studies Classic, smiling in a way to hide everything he's thinking.

"You don't know much about your brother, Papyrus, do you?"

"i know everything about him. i raised him."

"You word for word sound exactly like my brother." Classic furrows his brow.

"stretch is a great brother though!" Blue only smiles in that subtly condescending way like "You poor unfortunate soul" or "You really ARE an idiot, aren't you?" before the smile falls to a neutral frown.

"It's time to begin."

"how do you know?" Blue doesn't answer, only trudging the way he came, stopping in front of Classic's door, looking at Classic.

"Do I have permission to enter?" Classic blinks, before shrugging.

"i guess. you don't have to ask every time ya know." Blue doesn't respond, only entering and smiling at the group gathered. Fresh is chilling at the table, sitting next to the chair with a label in rainbow crayon saying "Radical Broseph's chair". Lust is sitting on the floor, his legs crisscross ("apple sauce hands in his lap~" Please tell me I'm not the ONLY one who knows that rhyme from like kindergarten or head start! I've mentioned it to irl people and they look at me confused!!! ????) and his outfit far less revealing than normal. Classic naturally takes the other chair beside Blue's, having already forgotten the strange behavior of Blue, or writing it off as a Blue Bad Day™ that Ink had warned him about. Razz is bubbling with excitement, rushing over to Blue and hugging him tightly, the two seemingly having an external friendship. Reaper is careful to keep his touch and presence to as small an amount as possible for the god of death, bored and seeing drama. Epic leans against the kitchen doorway, mostly disinterested. Blue releases Razz, taking his seat and grinning at everyone present as he holds eight cards in his hands.

"Welcome to Shipping Council. If you're not a part of it, you're likely to be shipped. If you are a part of it, you're not immune." Blue giggles as Reaper and Classic step away, a sunny disposition replacing the subtle threat Blue threw out.

"First up, Outer and Dream. Also known as Comet. What do we think of this?" After the scare, the members vote (*cough* Remember that strawpoll? Yea. That.) and Blue giggles.

"Fantastic. Thirteen votes total. Looks like Operation Shooting Stars is a go!" (Astronomically speaking, 'Shooting Stars' are actually Meteoroids/Meteors and NOT Comets but fuck it. Most people don't know that fun fact.) Blue pulls out another card at random, happily grinning.

"Classic x Sci. What do we think of this?"

"hey! he's practically younger me!"

"Overrulled. We're all Sanses. This isn't any weirder, Classic." The members vote and Blue tallies up, grinning happily.

"Thirty votes total. Looks like the members agree too."

"there isn't even thirteen or thirty members!" Blue looks at the readers, winking and raising his finger to his lips, giggling softly in response to Classic.

"Classic, I have my ways." Classic freezes, focusing on Blue, noticing the odd things that have existed since he was brought back from being kidnapped by Error, like the strange 1s and 0s that sometimes appear in his eyesocket, the blaster hammer that has amped his strength up to rival many of the Bad Sanses, the strange duality between Baby Blue and a more exhausted Classic Blue, and the underlying darkness that seems to permeate much of Blue. His friendship with some more neutral Sanses like Razz, Epic, and Fresh is also a little strange, considering everything.

"okay...so me'n'sci...yea?"

"Operation TeCHnology. (Like JonTron's way of saying like ProTECHtion? Anybody get this joke? It's from OzMedia if ya don't get it. I think)"

"cool."

"Razz x Black. How do we all feel about this?" Razz blushes slightly, the members all voting.

"Seventeen votes total. Well Razz. I'm sure you can initiate this plan yourself."

"Operation Berry Squared!" Blue smiles, Razz giggling kind of childishly to himself.

"Now, Epic x Fresh. What do we all think?" Fresh looks at Blue, slightly confused, while Epic is a blushing, spluttering mess.

"Fifteen votes total! Sounds like Operation EpicParasite is a go."

"blue...why'd you name it that?"

"Fresh is a parasite. That's like. What Fresh prefers to be called over being described as a Sans. He isn't really a Sans. Didn't you know this, Classic?" Classic frowns.

"i guess not. who else is and isn't a sans?"

"Dream and Nightmare. They are energy balls who happened to have to be stored inside a Swap Sans body as it was the only one capable of holding all that power inside." The entire room goes dead silent at the information Blue just spilled like it was nothing.

"what?"

"You heard me. You aren't deaf, I hope." Classic looks at Blue, feeling like this skeleton he claimed to know so much about is actually a completely different person.

"Lust, Epic, Fresh, and Razz will all stay behind with me while Classic and Reaper leave to do other things." Blue nods, before pulling out a card.

"Final Shipping Council ship."

"LustBerry. What do we all think of this ship?" Lust blushes a deep purple-magenta, curling his knees up to his chest and hugging them, hiding his face. Blue seems overtly calm, but a soft vibration and a small blue highlight to his face tells a different story to the people who know him well.

"T-twenty five votes. Operation Cerulean is a go." Blue nods.

"Classic, Reaper, you both are dismissed." The two go, and Blue releases a breath.

"I don't trust those two to not hurt the meaning of the real shipping council." Razz grins.

"So what bad sans ships are we going to push?"

"Aside from you and Black, we have Killer x Hate, Cross x Dust, and Horror x Fell, with a bonus of trying to get Error and Nightmare together ASAP."

"Killer x Hate?" The council reads the votes together. 28 votes.

"Cross x Dust?" 12 votes.

"And finally, Horror x Fell?" 33 votes.

Blue sighs softly.

"Operation Despair, Sharp Bone Pals, and BloodCherry is a go."

Blue waves to all his friends, before turning to Fresh.

"Can you take me home?" Fresh shrugs.

"Kinda wanna let you be free for a widdle bit, broseph. Dun worry bout your bro, I'll keep him all wiggity distracted." Blue yelps as he lands into a snowdin full of sexually active monsters, sighing softly.

"While I've got time, Readers. I need to say something." Blue looks right at you readers, shrugging like the fourth wall doesn't exist.

"The Shipping Council Meetings will mostly be crackshots involving the Operations that are going to be psuedo-canon or full canon. Also, Please."

"Send. More. Asks."

"Specify. Who. Is. Being. Asked."

"Thanks to OliveMint for actually asking a question. But we, author, would like more asks." Blue sighs softly.

"Long story short, please do send asks, and understand that Almost's next couple of chapters will have longer breaks between them, okay? Thank you all so much, especially UnderChoco_lover for the ship ideas and OliveMint for that ask." Blue hums softly.

"Now, Operation LustBerry is in commencement, so I gotta go."

"Thanks Author-Chan for the microphone! And sorry about the wall." Author-Chan shrugs.

"Wasn't gonna survive long with you around." Blue giggles, waving and running off towards Lust's house, knocking on the door and entering.

"Oh. This is still running. Better cut it off before you get too much more. Bye."

(1774 words.

Idk if that count is right and I can't be bothered.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and again sorry for the wait.