Buckle up, this is gonna be one helluva long chapter.

3rd person pov

Mafiatale Sans slammed his hands down on the table, his fedora casting a dark shadow over his foreskull. His eye flared blue, and he looked at Error, rage in his eyes. His cigar seemed to be smoking more violently than before.

"Why is he here?"

Skull (Mafia Sans) growled out.

Lust looked at Error with curiosity. Lust never really hated Error, but was more curious as to why Error destroyed.

Red looked guilty.

Alter smiled at Error sweetly.

Fruittale and Candytale Sans looked scared. The two clung to each other, trying to stay calm.

Birdtale Sans eyed Error suspiciously, his wings twitching slightly.

"Ink must have a reason for bringing Error here, just calm down Skull."

Crow (Birdtale Sans) said to Skull. Skull just "tch"ed in response, but didn't take his eyes off of Error.

"Are we gonna try and kill him again?"

Reaper said, sipping his coffee. Geno smacked him, and Reaper began to silently cry. Fresh looked at Reaper, his sunglasses reading "DINGUS."

The three Bittytale Sanses walked up to Error and stared at him. The Classic bitty smiled at him, the Blueberry bitty had stars in his eyes, and the Red bitty had his hands in his pockets, and was looking at Error's scars.

"uM... hEllO?"

Everyone went quiet when Error spoke. Reaper gasped dramatically which earned a well deserved smack from Geno.

Quantumtale Sans looked guilty. He looked at all of Error's scars, and the ones he caused.

Farmtale Sans looked at the small crack in Error's right eye. He once chucked a pointy carrot at Error, and it ended up stabbing him in the eye.

Flowertale and Flowerfell Sans looked at the scars they made on his neck by choking him with thorned vines.

Ink cleared his throat.

"Today this meeting is to tell you the REAL reason behind Error's destruction."

All eyelights were on Ink. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop, and along with it the fading pitches of metal colliding with concrete. Storyspin Sans scratched his foot quietly.

"I crave the donuts..."

Swapswap Sans muttered under his breath. Ink began to speak.

"A being named Fate exists. When I was first made, she whispered to me that I could create, but there was a limit. If I went over the limit, AU's would crash into each other and be destroyed. I couldn't hear her whisper, and she didn't bother to tell me a second time and be louder, so I quickly went on a creation spree. I soon reached the limit, and soon the entire multiverse would be dead. So, Fate pulled the Sans from HeavenTale out of his AU, and made him watch as she killed all his friends and family. And get this- HeavenTale had NO genocide, and everyone was perfectly happy. That AU was PERFECT. She then placed the Sans in the anti-void or the prison of endless white, and screamed insults at him. She put voices in his head. She told him he had to destroy AU's because I created too many. Eventually, the Sans went completely insane. His bones turned black. He cried so much he formed blue stripes under his eyes. He became glitchy. Soon... he became ERROR. For so long, he was the one protecting the multiverse from ME. Having cleared that up, judging by your glares, I can tell you REALLY want to beat my ass right now..."

"Nah fam, I'd like to shoot Error."

Skull said calmly, adjusting his fedora. Blueberry summoned a Blaster hammer, his eyes devoid of any light.

"JUST TRY IT PAL."

Blue said darkly. Skull shrank back into his seat and rapidly shook his head. Blueberry let out a little "Mweh!" Of triumph and sat back down, de-summoning his scary weapon.

"All this time we were hurting Error when it should've been you?"

The Papyrus of Danceswap growled. Candytale and Fruittale Sans were still hugging.

"What the hell is wrong with me..."

Understeam Sans said, looking at his shaking hands.

"Y-you're lying! Error must've b-brainwashed you! I-I couldn't have hurt someone innocent..."

Pokétale Sans said, desperation and sadness lingering in his voice.

Katanatale Sans thought about all the times he impaled the poor glitchy skeleton. He did it so much, Error eventually stopped screaming in pain and became numb to the blade of his katana.

Gaster Sans stared dully at the table, now unresponsive.

Abysstale Sans had big fat tears pouring down his face, trying to hold his sobs in. He remembered all the horrible names he called Error, and all the times he hurt him.

"Ink... what... what the hell..."

Was all that anti-virus Sans was able to mutter, his voice cracking and his eyelights gone.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you all what happened after the final battle. Sooooo, when we went to go check on Error, he was sitting in a puddle of his blood and marrow. He was crying and laughing. Not just me, but... we had broken him. All of us. He asked for a pen and a paper. I gave it to him and left. I came back later to find a note. Error was nowhere to be seen. The note said this:"

Ink whipped out Error's note from his pocket. It was slightly crumpled, so he smoothed it out and began to read. The Sanses listened carefully.

"Dear whoever is reading this, by now I am probably gone. You all wanted me gone, right? Well, you got what you wanted. I jumped into the void. Let me tell you why, and how this all began. There is a balance in this multiverse. If there's too much space filling the balance, AU's would crash into each other, like a domino effect until everything has crashed into each other and has been destroyed. Anyways, there's a goddess named Fate. Fate created Ink. She told him not to create too much, otherwise AU's would crash into each other. But Ink didn't listen. He went on a creating rampage; until the balance reached its limit. Fate needed to fix this, so she picked a random Sans from a random AU and destroyed everything and everyone he loved and cared about. Then, she put him in the anti- void and screamed at him. She screamed harsh words, profanities and what he had to do for the balance at him. She put voices in his head that would do the same. Soon, he lost all memories of his past AU and went insane. He started to destroy AU's, just as he was told to do. He did it for the sake of the multiverse. Soon, he met the creator; Ink. He hated Ink for ignoring Fate and for creating lots and for putting him through ALL THAT PAIN. He would fight Ink, and destroy AU's. Ink fought back and told the other Sanses that this skeleton was a merciless destroyer that only destroyed for his own entertainment. Oh, he was so wrong. The skeleton hated destroying, and he HATED KILLING OTHERS. The skeleton tried to talk to others, but they just beat him and yelled harsh things at him. So, he tried to tell them why he destroyed. They didn't believe him. He isolated himself, only coming out of the anti-void to destroy. After a little while, he lost his insanity and anger. Then came self-hatred. He hated himself SO MUCH. He wanted to die. So he tried everything. Nothing could kill him. However, even though these skeletons just used him, he felt like they were family. These skeletons were Nightmare's gang. They weren't harsh towards him like the other Sanses were. Sure, they had tried to kill him but that was only because they didn't really know what else to do. He hung out with them in the little soare time he had, and it helped a little. But little did he know that Ink would create an entire army of Sanses to end him. The broken skeleton fought against the Sanses. They beat sense into him. He finally realized that they were ungrateful for his attempts to keep the multiverse safe. So, he had the greatest idea. He decided to damn them all by killing himself. No more destruction equals the death of the multiverse. Just remember you did to yourselves. And who was the broken skeleton? IT WAS ME. YOU MADE ME DO THIS. I really didn't want this to happen, but you forced me to do this. I hope you're all happy."

Ink had tears streaming down his face. Almost every Sans had empty sockets, and little puddled of their own tears sitting on the table. Many were sobbing. Ink regained his composure.

Error was extremely nervous throughout the entire thing. Would they all attack him again? Will he be forgiven? Will he have to go back to destroying? Would they capture him? Torture him? Call him names? KILL HIM?

'But... why are they crying? Was it something I did?'

Error thought, concerned, confused and scared.

"Everyone seems depressed. S-so, I set this aside for you all!"

Ink chirped shakily as he tried to stop crying, and pulled out a projector and a screen, connected his phone to it, and began the slideshow.

First, a picture of Error bandaged and lying in a hospital bed sleeping was displayed. The Sanses felt the weight of one thousand bricks fall onto their skulls. THEY did that to him. The next slide was a video of Error's first time eating soup.

(Dream was videotaping this) The video:

Ink stood in front of Error. Ink held the bowl of soup.

"aM I sUpPoSEd tO dUmP iT oN mY hEaD?"

"...No, Error..."

"dO I dUmP iT dOwN mY sHiRt?"

"No Error."

"sHoUlD I sTiCk mY fEeT iN iT?"

"No."

"... I knOw! iTs a hAnDwArmEr!"

"Not even close."

"...oH..."

"Let me show you how to consume soup. Surely you've drank water before, right?"

"uMM... dOeS tRyInG tO dRoWN mYsELf cOunT?"

Ink looked incredibly guilty.

"...no."

"oH."

"Okay, where to start... Oh! Error, try swallowing."

Error gulped, looking at Ink expectantly for the next step.

"Okay. That's pretty much how you eat soup; you just have to have it in your mouth for you to swallow."

Ink handed the bowl and the spoon to Error. He looks at the spoon, confused. Error examined the spoon, poking at it then looking up at Ink with confusion.

"Oh yeah, that's right! You use the spoon to get the soup in your mouth. Let me help you-"

Ink then stepped closer to Error and reached out his hand for Error's hand, but Error looked freaked out and slapped Ink's hand away, with a few Error signs clouding his eyesockets.

"dØń'T tØúČh mĒ, šQúĮd-ŚhĪt!"

Error snapped, panic lacing his tone. Ink backed away, and Error glared at him. Error then threateningly snapped the spoon in half, and Ink put his hands up in surrender. Error then proceeded to lift the bowl to his mouth, and slowly drank the soup, choking occasionally. Ink stayed in the same place, afraid to approach Error. Error soon finished the soup, and bit into the glass bowl, a loud crunch sounding out. Error bit into the bowl again, while Ink stared at Error with his eyelights being tiny exclamation and question marks. Ink blinked, snapping out of it.

"Whoa, Error stop!"

Error stopped eating the bowl and tilted his head up to look at Ink, a glare on his face.

"wHaT."

Error growled at Ink.

"Y-you don't eat the bowl, Error..."

Ink said nervously, sweat dripping down his skull. Ink looked uncomfortable.

"aNd wHy nOt?"

Error said, with a tone of sassiness and
'Try me, bitch.'

"Uhhhh... because... uhhh... never mind, you just don't. Give me the bowl."

Ink stepped forward and reached for the bowl, but Error moved it to the left, away from Ink's hand.

"nOpE."

Then he shoved the entire thing in his mouth and ate it. The glass crunched loudly, and his many tongues would occasionally stick out of his mouth.

"...wtf...?"

A voice said from behind the camera. Ink looked severely traumatized as he stared at Error eating the last piece of the bowl.

"wHaT...?"

Error said nervously, curling up a bit. Ink blinked, once again snapping out of it.

"Ah- crap- sorry!"

Error jumped when Ink spoke, Ink's tone being a little too loud and catching him off guard.

"cAn yOu nOt dO tHaT?"

"Oops... sorry... eheh..."

Ink said, scratching the back of his neck.

"cAn I gO hOmE nOw?"

"You mean the anti-void?"

"yEs. hOmE."

"Uhhhh... no."

"tOo bAd."

Error stood up, and put his hands in front of him, trying to make a portal. Nothing appeared.

"eXcUsE mE wHaT tHe hElL?!"

He tried again, this time thrusting his shoulders forwards. When he noticed it didn't work he slumped his shoulders, his face looking purely annoyed and angry.

"I hAtE thIs. SO. MUcH."

"Aww, cheer up Error! At least you get to spend time with us!"

Error crossed his arms.

"nO. I hAtE yOu bOtH."

Ink looked hurt.

"Error..."

Error saw Ink's hurt expression and cleared his throat, his eyes closing in thought then re-opening, but not making eye contact with Ink.

"bUt I mEaN... I gUeSs iT iSN'T enTiRElY yOuR fAuLt ThaT I sUfFeReD fOr cEntUriEs... stUpId fAtE cOulD'vE wArnEd yOu, bUt sHe dIdn'T..."

He looked to the side, looking embarrassed. A smile slowly crept its way onto Ink's face.

"sErIoUslY, tHoUgh... dO yOu reAlLy mEan iT... ThaT yOu'Ll sToP creAtIng...?"

Ink nodded, his expression brightening.

"Yes. I do mean it. It won't be easy, but I'll do it for the multiverse and you, Error."

A small rainbow blush appeared on Ink's face.

"... tHaNks... I gUeSs..."

Error looked at Ink, smiling, before his smile turned sarcastic.

"cAn I gO hOmE nOw?"

The corners of Ink's smile dropped into a crescent shaped frown and his eyelids drooped in an unimpressed way.

End of the video.

Many Sanses were still crying. Ink was giggling at the memory, and crying at the same time. Blueberry was watching everyone's reactions closely. Blue then scooted closer to Error protectively, scared someone would attack Error. Dream did the same. The three bitties sat in front of Error, and were watching the slideshow and crying. Ink swiped the screen, and the next photo was displayed.

Error was sitting cross legged, and crocheting a beautiful scarf. Error's bonebrows were furrowed in concentration, and he was squinting. One of his tongues stuck out slightly.

Ink swiped the screen, and the next photo was everyone sitting in Outertale together, looking at the stars. Error looked so happy in this photo. The next photo was displayed.

Ink was holding Error up, and looking at him with a confused look. One of Error's feet stuck up in the air with his slipper dangling off, and he looked quite shocked himself.
(Chicachu14911 remember the fanart you made? I tried to put the picture here but it wouldn't let me ;-;)

The Sanses were starting to feel better, but at the same time worse. With each picture shown, they realized how wrong they were about him. But the next photo...

It was a picture of Error snuggled into Ink, both asleep. The three bitties were internally fanboying. Swapfell Sans stared blankly at the screen, and so did a few others. Another video was displayed. It was a video of Ink teaching Error how to eat a pancake.

The video:

Ink and Error were sitting next to each other at the kitchen table.

"Hey Error..."

"hM?"

"Uh... do you know how to eat a pancake...?"

Error looked at Ink, confusion evident in his eyelights.

"tO bE quIte hONeSt, i hAvE nO cLuE wHaT'S gOinG oN."

Ink looked like he died inside for a split second.

"Uh...okay then. I'm gonna teach you how to eat a pancake."

Error nodded.

"So first things first. You need to know how to hold a fork."

Ink scooted his chair closer to Error. Their shoulders were almost touching.

"wHat'S a fOrk?"

Ink looked up at the camera, shooting a quick angry glance before turning back to Error, and pointing at the fork.

"Do you see that metal stick with the smaller pointy sticks right there?"

Ink said as Error hesitantly picked up the fork as though it was gonna bite him.

"tHis THing?"

"Yep! That's a fork!"

Error blinked owlishly at the fork.

"wHat A wEird nAmE FOr a mETal sTIck."

Ink's eyelights turned into a green triangle and a pink star as he stiffled some laughter.

"Pfft- I know. Okay, so do you know what to do with the fork?"

"hMmm... iT lOoKs lIkE a kNife... aM I sUpPosEd tO sTab sOmeOne oR sOmEtHinG wIth It?"

Ink's eyes widened, but he still had a stupid smile on his face.

"UHH..."

Ink coughed and choked, and some coughing and sputtering could be heard from behind the camera.

"N-no... well sort of... you stab the pancake, not a person...!"

Ink stuttered nervously as a bead of sweat rolled down his skull, and he waved his hand around.

"oH."

Ink gave a nervous laugh.

"Soo, take the fork and stab the pancake. Make sure to use the four tiny sticks.

Error obeys Ink and stabs the pancake.

"wHat nOW?¿"

"Now, lift your arm and move the pancake onto your plate."

Error lifted his arm, and moved his arm to the plate and put the pancake on his plate, with the fork still impaling the flat breakfast cake.

"Good! You just used a fork and put a pancake on your plate!"

A cheer was heard from behind the camera, Ink smiled brightly and Error looked content.

"sO... wHAt nOw?"

"Okay, so pick up the knife."

Error recognized the knife, and picked it up awkwardly.

"Okay, now I'll help you with this part since I have no clue how to explain this."

Ink took Error's fingers and moved them into a proper position. Then, Ink took Errors hand and guided it to the pancake, and assisted him in slicing the pancake by moving his wrist back and forth.

"Okay, now try it on your own!"

Ink said with enthusiasm as Error sliced the pancake in half, then into a quarter.

"Great! Now, stab a piece with your fork."

Error stabbed the pancake with his fork.

"Now, put the pancake into your mouth with the fork but don't eat the fork."

"oKay...?"

Error placed the food in his mouth, and removed the fork.

"Now kinda move your jaw up and down... yeah like that! That's called chewing."

It seems he knows what to do now. He swallows it, and his eyes turn into glitchy little stars and his expression lights.

Error automatically started to eat the pancake after mimicking Ink's movements and swallowed the chocolaty breakfast. His eyelights morped into glitchy stars.

"whoa..."

Error's voice didn't glitch, and Ink looked surprised and happy at this. Ink was visibly suppressing a squeal. Error had this amazed expression on his face, then began to shovel more pancakes into his mouth.

"Whoa-whoa- slow down there buddy- hahaha-!"

The video ended.

"i-iNk I dIdN'T kNoW yOu wOulD bE sHoWInG aNy pIcTuRes oR viDeOs!"

(Okay this chapter was WAAYYY TOO LONG. Imma cut it here.)

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