After that shocking display, Alloy lets Classic return to his seat. That little display has most of the 'good' Sanses slouching down in their chairs, a few becoming ashamed. Others do not quite see it yet. Assumptions can hurt people. It's easy to take one look at Horror's shattered skull and the near insanity in his eyes and assume that he's a monster. The bitty happily dozing in his hood says otherwise. It's easy to look ay the knife handle sticking out from Killer's pocket and assume that he's worse than the fallen human that torments so many AUs. After Alloy brought up a vision of his old home, the usual haughty look in Killer's eyes shifted to something like grief and regret.

"Open your eyes" Alloy says without words, "Open your heart to the possibility of a different reality."

"So........" Killer starts awkwardly when Alloy is quite, standing still and gazing into the amphitheater. The sound snaps him out of it.

"Oh! Right, you two have a confession to hear, hang tight!" Alloy flies into action. He secures his needle on his back before fumbling with the brush. Another portal is opened up. Alloy waits. He waits for a minute, two, and then sighs in irritation before going in.

Cross had chickened out. After the brilliant pep-talk Alloy gave him, Cross chickened out. When the god returns, he's dragging a squirming and gagged skeleton behind him, wrapped in purple strings. Alloy snickers. He's worked too hard for a little stubbornness to get in his way. Cross will thank him one day. Eventually. Maybe.

Horror growls at the sight of Cross, and Killer balks before going for his weapon. Alloy snaps at them in turn. "Hey! If you even attempt to fight in here, I'll hog tie you both just like him!" Alloy shakes Cross by his bindings for emphasis before un-gagging him and dissolving the strings. "Now talk." Cross opens his mouth, then closes it. He tries again and stops just as quickly. What is he suppose to say? Cross can't look the two in the eye. He glances at Alloy for help, but all he does fold his arms across his chest.

"I-....... I'm sorry," Cross finally manages.

Horror huffs, his vocabulary being quite small ever since he stopped talking. His hulking frame towers over Cross as Horror leers down at the other. Cross hurt him. Badly. Horror can never bear to speak the words, but he cares deeply for the others and is extremely loyal to Nightmare for giving him a second chance. The idea of anyone betraying their second chance makes him livid. How could Cross ever throw away what Nightmare had given them?

"An apology doesn't change anything," Killer sums up Horror's and his own thoughts.

"I di-didn't mean to upset you! O-Or," Cross is stumbling over his words now, guilt pouring from his tongue, "Ink said he could bring back my world! And-"

"And you don't think I never want my world back? To how it used to be? None of us can go home, Cross. Why should you be the exception?" Killer spits. There it is. That is why this anger festers. Alloy blinks slowly, but doesn't try to intervene here. This is their path to find as long as nobody tries to kill one another. "I would never go crawling to Ink to beg him to create another copy."

"I-I just-,"

"Bullshit! You made your choice!"

The two are practically screaming at each other now, standing inches apart.

"I had to try! If there was even a chance, I had too!"

"You sided with our worst enemy! Don't you know what he's done to Error? To Nightmare?"

"I didn't mean to for it to go so far. Ink only asked me for little things at first, and then suddenly I was at a council meeting......."

"You betrayed us, Cross. Lied and spied on us!"

"I wanted my brother back!" Cross suddenly explodes, tears forming in his eyes, "My Gaster and Frisk could burn for all I care, but if there was any chance at all, I had to try and bring Papyrus back. My brother." Cross's voice looses the anger. It's practically built into all the codes of Sanses to feel a burning protectiveness towards the ones they consider theirs. "I know now that nobody can bring back my Papyrus. I didn't know that I'd loose my new brothers in the process. I....... I miss you guys..... so much."

"........ Well-"

Before Killer can come up with a retort, a sharp whimper makes everyone turn. With one hand clawing at his empty socket, Horror tries very hard not to make another sound. He doesn't like yelling. Although there's more bothering him, Killer and Cross's faces both crinkle in regret at fighting so viciously in front of him. Horror can't help the tears that prick his only functioning eye. It's hard with the dense fog muffling his thoughts, but Horror tries to push it back anyways and really think.

Would he have done the same? If there was a chance, any chance at all, would he have also sacrificed anything to bring Papyrus back? Dwelling on that final image of the dust pile in their kitchen nearly derails his thoughts and sends him into a thoughtless rage. Horror lets go of his eye and bites down cruelly on his own hand to focus himself. He breaks bone and draws blood. Horror would do it. He would do anything for Papyrus; he had killed other monsters for him. And if he didn't do all that he could, the guilt would have driven him so far gone that he'd be nothing more than a deranged animal begging to be put down. Horror understands why Cross did it.

Killer reacts first, and tries to yank Horror's hand away. Cross pulls back when he instinctively tries to help. Horror focuses on him while Killer finally rips Horror's hand out of danger. Something Cross said was really special to him. Horror opens his mouth. His voice is guttural and broken, even hard to understand, but he opens up his mouth and talks.

"Y-Y........ You thi-........ brothers?"

"Yes, Horror," Cross almost sobs, "I think of you as my brother."

Horror's earlier anger is snuffed out. His entire body seems to sag in relief. He's relieved that he doesn't have to hate Cross anymore. Cross, who to Horror was also beginning to feel like a brother. None of the bad guys had ever said it out loud before. Horror closes the distance between them in two strides and lets his head fall on Cross's shoulder. The smaller nearly falls over with the weight, but doesn't complain. A deep rumbling purr sounds out. The bitty in Horror's hood is awake now, leaning it's whole body against Horror's skull in a comforting gesture.

".......... You can't just magically make everything go back to the way it was," Killer says a after a moment, catching Cross's attention. Killer's hands are clenched in tights fists. Cross looks away in defeat when he realizes how angry the other is, but then Killer continues. "But you can try. I won't promise anything, I'm not sure how the others feel, but you can try to earn our trust back, if you really want it." Cross is too overcome with emotion to reply in words. He just nods.

Alloy smiles from his spot a few yards away. Trust can be a fragile thing. He knew that Cross would have to work for it. Alloy also knows that the bonds between family are some of the easiest to repair. Killer is surly wanting to forgive Cross even though he's still angry. This what Alloy's goal has been all along: just to help people make that first step.

Horror and Killer go back to their seats after that. Alloy opens up a new glass room where Cross can sit by himself and watch his he rest of the show. They need a little time apart to get their thoughts in order. Alloy has to take a moment to consider his mental list before deciding who is next. Once he's decided, the god again brings down another of his barriers. Alloy then pulls down some black strings from his eyes and throws them behind himself. He pulls up a wall of ink at the same time and binds the two together. A pair of goopy wings hover just and inch off of Alloy's back, and gives them a few experimental flaps before launching himself up into the amphitheater audience. He hasn't actually tested out his wings since the incident in the Omniverse, but thankfully, they still work.

Alloy lands lightly on one of stair landings and turns to face the room he had opened up, offering his hand. "I know you've been avoiding it, but there really is someone you should meet, Blue." The smaller skeleton hesitates for a moment. He glances away from Alloy to those who stand behind him. Blue, Dust, and their two kids were all dragged to this same little room to bare witness to the display Alloy was trying to show them. Blue can only think of one thing that might make Alloy approach him, and he doesn't like it.

Powder is awake. Alloy can't help but turn his attention to the little one for just a moment. Powder's eyes are wide in curiosity as he openly stares at Alloy. The green strings wrapped underneath his coat are almost completely faded since their magic is down to its last dregs, but there's still a slightly audible wheezing sound when Poweder breaths. It's still a remarkable improvement. Alloy makes a mental note to replace the strings with fresh ones. He's never treated an injury that needs a second application before, but he's never treated a birth defect before, either. There's a chance that Powder's wheezing might always come back when he exerts himself too much in the future. He'll probably have asthma, but he'll live.

"Dust and your kids should come, too," Alloy says when he refocuses, "It's okay. I've already explained most of it to him, and he's excited to meet you."

Blue's years of struggling to find himself in the Multiverse make him wary, but he takes Alloy's hand and steps on the landing before holding out his other hand for Blueprint to take. Blue does trust Alloy. Watching Powder look around in curiosity fills Blue with gratitude. Alloy doesn't have a single evil bone in his body. According to Dust, the god had even cried when he heard of Powder's condition. Watching the way Alloy treats 'monsters' like Horror, with gentle patience and compassion rather then fear, is a true testament to his character. Blue has never met anyone so good before. He believes in Alloy with all his soul. Blue hasn't been able to believe like that since before he learned of the Multiverse.

Once they're all in the amphitheater's pit, Alloy again glances around at the audience before creating a portal. Everyone in the Multiverse has been isolating this monster out of uncertainty and awkwardness. Alloy had to explain the Multiverse theory to him. Even his own brother isn't sure what to with him, and the worst part is that he never knew why.

When Alloy holds out his hand, a smaller one clad in a blue glove takes it and steps through. The little Sans's eyes are lit up in wonder and curiosity as he looks around. Alloy told him what he would be walking into, but to see it for himself is incredible.

"Blueberry, Dust, this is Bluebird," Alloy says calmly. Somewhere in the audience, a certain Papyrus is caught somewhere between boiling anger and drowning grief.

Bluebird is everything that Blue hated about himself. Standing so close, their differences are quite obvious. Blue is even a little taller. He had never noticed that he had grown at all. Bluebird wears light blue gloves that match his bandana and boots. His eyelights are the same shade, but formed into permanent stars. The rest of his clothes are a light grey with mock armor on his shoulders and knees. Bluebird glances up briefly at Alloy. The God motions for him to continue. Alloy gave him an option to speak or remain silent.

Bluebird smiles and squares his shoulders, looking again at all the different versions of himself. He lands on Blue and smiles even more. "As my companion has stated, I am the Magnificent Bluebird," he cheers, hands on his hips, as he addresses the audience first. He loves his new name. "It has to my attention that other me's are causing quite the ruckus! I have also been informed of my rather unusual...... predicament, of which is the reason why none of us could have been friends before."

Alloy has to stop himself from laughing when he sees it. Blue and Bluebird may be different, but they share the same face. Powder is looking back and forth between the two with a confused expression. Alloy nearly melts at the cuteness. He bites down on a few of his tongues to keep quiet.

"I...... I wish I had known about you sooner," Bluebird continues, loosing his gusto as he talks directly to Blue. His starry eyes dim. "I think I always knew something was wrong. Papy....... sometimes he just looks at me and...... doesn't find what he's looking for. Now I know that he's looking for you, but I'm...... not you." The almost painfully cheerful monster plays with his hands, ones covered by oversized gloves while Blue wears navy fingerless gloves with a tight fit. Bluebird has been trying to come up with the right words to say. It took him a while to even decide how he felt about it. Nobody has ever tired to reach out to him before now. Not even Papy told him, and Bluebird loves his brother very much.

"But that's okay," Bluebird's smile returns, "I don't want to be you. I'm happy with me! And you're happy with you. I'd love to get to know you better, and maybe even become friends. I believe that any situation can be made better! How can we not try to better it when there's so much world out there? And one day, I'm sure Papy will love us both for who we are."

Blue doesn't know what to say. Something his past self said really struck him hard. Blue is happy with who he is today. He's never admitted it before. Blue has spent so long trying to get rid of exactly what Bluebird is that he forgot the good parts. It was because of Blue's former self that he befriended the god of destruction. Because of it, Blue was thrown on this incredible journey that landed him with the family he has today. Too overcome to reply in words, Blue just nods.