Everyone was now coming up with suggestions to get out of wherever Fatal trapped them.

So far, the search was fruitless... All the suggestions ended in a dead-end...

Roman groaned, a pout on his lips as he slumped against the wall," Nothing?! Seriously?! Even as Creativity, nothing has come to mind! Ugh!"

Patton waved his hand in a placating gesture," Now kiddo.. Don't worry! I'm sure you'll come up with something! You always do!"

Error huffed, a frown on his half-scaled face," Hopefully soon... I'm concerned about the fact that Fatal hasn't showed up yet-"

It was as if Error summoned the devil, cuz he was interrupted by Fatal teleporting into the room. Said Sans had an expression of pure rage on his face, him stomping over to Error like he was going to attack. Fatal grabbed Error's collar, lifting him in a fit of anger as the glitched Sans growled ," You called for help, didn't you?!"

Error stared in confusion and alarm, unable to get the glitched sans to let go due to lack of hands,".... What? No, I didn't... One, how the hell could I if I have been armless and phoneless?! Only you and Thomas are the only physical beings who can interact with me and the others anyways.."

Fatal snarled, his grip tightening," You're lying!"

Error deadpanned," How could I lie without arms? I only lie when I have my gloves on, you prick. "

Fatal's angry expression turned into a death glare, him tossing Error onto the ground," Whatever! I can't let them ruin my fun so quickly."

Before anyone could question who 'them' was, all the sides were forcefully sinked back into the mind palace.

Everyone fell into a pile, groans leaving them all at varying degrees.

Error sat up, noticing his arms had reformed the moment they ducked into the mind palace. He hummed in a satisfied way, stretching as he snapped his gloves back on. He had also got his hat back, it having fallen off during the incident of him becoming armless. He put his hat back on, a sigh of relief leaving him," That's not better."

Virgil sighed in annoyance," Anndddd he's back to lying.... .... So anyone want to question who the heck 'them' was, or is it just me?"

Everyone all agreed to questioning about it.

Remus looked at Error," Do you have any ideas about who it could be??"

Error shrugged," Inpossibly. For sure.... Although, judging by his actions, it's not possible that their from my old multiverse...."

Roman huffed," great... Just what we need... Do you think they'll help Thomas and us?"

Error shrugged again," I Do know. "

Patton spoke hopefully," I sure hope they do!"

The conversation continued like that, all coming up with theories...

At least, that was until a fucking portal formed next to them without warning.

All eyes were turned towards it, all in shocked silence....

The portal looked familiar, it being like someone splashed paint on the wall and used a paintbrush to spread it around.... Wait a second-

"What the-", Roman began, only to stop talking once someone's head poked through.

It was another skeleton, this skeleton's bones as bright as the color of white computer paper. The skeleton had an ink splotch on his face, eyelights forever shifting. Below the skeleton's head was a brown and creme scarf with scribbles of words covering the fabric.

Error recognized this skeleton immediately.

Error gasped in surprised, shock echoing in his words,".... Ink?!"

(Not as long as the other parts, but hopefully it will do.)