"Stay still!"

"WHy is iT so cOld?"

Error squirms when Soul dabs more black paint onto the blue streaks under his eyes. The marks are almost completely covered up. Error still can't believe that he was talked into this ridiculous idea. It's still almost impossible to convince Soul to leave whatever AU he appears in. Today, Error is accompanied by a Flowertale Sans in his late teens. Soul is blinded in one eye by the light blue flowers growing out of his eye socket. A few more flowers peek above the collar of his shirt. The two of them are locked in the Flowertale Sans's room. Soul works carefully with a popsicle stick to apply an even coat of black paint.

"ThiS is stuPid. It'll neVer work," Error gowls again.

"Of course it will! There are all kinds of monsters in the Multiverse. You'll fit right in! Nobody will recognize you," Soul insists. Now that he's done painting over Error's blue tears, he moves on to a paint that's an odd mixture of pink and orange. Soul paints a few whirls of color onto the sides of Error's skull.

Only half an hour ago, Error made the mistake of mentioning the Omega Timeline in an attempt to get Soul out of Flowertale. The Omega Timeline is the one place Soul knows nothing about. His burning curiosity is enough to convince him to go. The only problem is that Error can't set foot there. The entirety of the AU, and Ink, would try to murder him for it since half the residents are there because of Error. Soul was not deterred by the problem, nor the reminder of how many people Error's killed. Error himself tries not to Soul notice how much he's really dreading stepping into the Omniverse. While it's true he's never been there, painful memories are attached to the place.

Error is wearing a completely different outfit. In a gray hoodie and faded jeans, none of his red bones are showing. A pair of black gloves hide his vibrant hands. Dark green sneakers replace comfy slippers. Now with the added paint on his skull, Error is indeed almost unrecognizable. He could easily be mistaken as the resident of some obscure AU. However, the scars and chips all over his body remain, as well as the sour scowl on Error's face.

The glitches are also a problem. Error could never stop them completely, but he can control them to some extent. If Error forces the glitches to appear around his feet and ankles, it can be played off as some sort of particle effect from when he walks. A few Sanses out there have something similar. Error can keep it under control as long as he isn't too worked up.

"I'm done! It looks amazing, so no one will figure it out." Soul quickly removes all the paints off the bed.

"SuRe. And whaT's YouR plan for wheN Ink comEs to murdEr my asS?"

"Yes, a plan. I definitely have a plan," Soul says, busy arranging the paints. "We just have to come up with a name for you."

Error's disgust is almost visible in the air. "I'm noT letTing you caLl me someThing dumb." 

"Glitchy?"

Error glares.

"Pixel?"

Error's glare darkens.

"Okay, okay! Just give me a minute," Soul pauses, thinking. "How about Browser? Since we're both seeing the Omega Timline for the first time?"

"You'Re terrible aT thIs. Just cAll me Sans. PlenTy stiLl cling to thAt name."

Even though it's a horrible idea that has the potential to kill them both, Error opens up a portal with Soul excitedly bouncing at his side. He wasn't sure where they would end up in the AU since Error's never been there before. Still, he wasn't expecting what looks like the middle of town. Soul shows no hesitation and grabs Error's hand before pulling them both through. Error almost yanks away on reflex, but his attention is quickly preoccupied with the much bigger threat.

Monsters are everywhere. Groups walk all around the cobbled square. Others walk in and out of the shops or flood in from the side roads. There are so many that it's impossible to discern who's from which AU. Error's entire body is rigid in nervous preparation. He'll attack the first thing that approaches. And then Soul nearly yanks him off his feet.

"Look at this!" Soul gasps. He pulls Error forwards to where a large fountain sits in the middle of the square. Water cascades down from the top and makes the entire surface of the water ripple. With no shame, Soul plunges his free arm into the fountain up to his elbow. His coat sleeve is soaked instantly.

"WhAT Are yOu DoiNg!?" Error hisses. He yanks Soul away from the fountain. "Th-TherE are so MAny-"

"I wanted to see how deep it was!" Soul explains, as if it's perfectly reasonable.

"You'rE gonNa aTtract atTentIon anD get uS caught!"

"Relax a little! No one is even watching us."

It's true. A few monsters glanced over when Soul plunged his arm into the fountain, but they've quickly dismissed him. Error's black bones caught some attention initially, but there are too many people in the square to focus on anyone for long. Error's hostile and tense expression is brushed off with Soul's bright presence right next to him. If any do remember that the Destroyer of Worlds also has black bones, the notion is quickly dismissed since Soul is tightly holding the black boned skeleton's hand.

Error can't remember the last time he was in a crowd that wasn't screaming and running away from him. For the first time in nearly a century, with Soul holding his hand, Error feels normal. He's just another face in the crowd with all the paint hiding his identifying tears.  It's such a surreal feeling that Error is left staring with a blank expression at the crowd. It's only because he was looking away from Soul that he saw the end of a giant paint brush stick up briefly above the crowd on the other side of the square. Error whips himself and Soul around so that their backs are to it.

"InK is hEre!" Error panics, "He SeNsed my aUra comE heRe. The OnLy reaSon he haSn't fouNd me is the cRowd!"

"It's okay," Soul squeezes Errors hand in reassurance. "I did tell you that I had a plan." Error thought Soul was lying earlier when he said that he had a plan for Ink, but that's not the case. Soul pulls Error a little closer to himself before focusing on his aura. Soul's aura is the only bit of magic that's his own. Until now, he's only used it to locate and call out to Error. Soul now makes his aura stronger without sending it away. His aura doesn't affect moods like others do. Soul's aura is simply a projection of what he's feeling. An aura like his is subtle and can't be picked up by the average monster. With the other so close, Soul uses his aura to warp around and suppress Error's aura of destruction. It takes focus to maintain, but Soul should be able to keep it up as long as Error stays near him. Soul's mood of excitement and curiosity blend in with the general mood of the square even if Ink does pick up on it.

Error immediately notices the shift since he's become so familiar with Soul. "THat........ miGht actUally woRk," Error says, shocked as he watches Ink freeze in the crowd. The Creator looks confused. He turns and starts walking away to search in a different direction.

"Yes! I knew this was a great idea!" Soul cheers, "Now come on! I wanna see everything. Are you hungry? I bet we could find some chocolate."

"Do You even hAve Any mOney?" Soul's face crumples at the realization. He completely forgot to bring any money from his AU of the day. Error immediately feels bad when Soul takes on the appearance of a kicked puppy. "It'S fiNe. YoU caN uSe wHat I stOle." Error snaps his fingers and opens a portal to the antivoid only big enough to reach in and pull out a large coin purse before lightly tossing it at Soul.

"A-Are you sure?" Soul stutters. He fumbles with the bag before getting a good hold on it. Gold coins clink and slide against each other inside. "I don't want to use all your money."

"I cAn'T usE it. WhAt AU woUld let the DestrOyer of woRlds shop?". Error is still rather bemused when Soul doesn't react to Error's mention of theft or murder. That gold might as well be stained in blood.

"Okay! Thanks a lot!" Soul smiles brightly. "Let's go find some food. I can't really get anything else, anyways. I won't be able to take it with me to the next AU."

"YoU caN stOre anyThing yOu want in my antivoid." Error surprises himself with the offer. He hates excess clutter in his home. Now he'll probably have to get Soul his own storage chest with those words.

"Really!?"

The first thing the pair do is, indeed, find food. Error is slightly annoyed as Soul continues to hold his hand but eventually gets over it. Error tells himself that it's because he needs Soul's aura to hide. The two of them end up in a bakery after Soul follows the smell of cinnamon. Error dislike being inside even more then the square. There's not a lot of room if he has to fight, and the other monsters are too close as they wait in line. Soul is the only reason he hasn't bolted.

"What do you want E- um, Sans?" Soul looks away from the glass food case to shoot Error a sheepish glance before turning back to the sweets. The wide variety of baked goods has his full attention. Error can hear the monster behind the counter chuckle lightly at the pair of them. Error's brooding glower is ruined with happy Soul clinging to him.

"SomEthiNg with chOclaTe," Error says quietly, shrugging. He's not sure what most of this is. He doesn't have the need or want to eat regularly. He finds most foods disgusting, actually.

Soul picks out a frosted cinnamon bun for himself and some sort of pastry filled with chocolate frosting for Error. Despite his nervousness, Error finds it tasty enough to eat the entire thing. Soul leads the way through various shops as they work their way around the square. Every store window catches his attention. Inside the stores, Soul finds himself wanting to touch or pick up anything interesting. Error doesn't bother stopping him. Any bag they walk out with is immediately dropped through a portal into the antivoid. Somehow, Soul even finds an arts and crafts store with an impressive collection of yarn. Error has always just stolen the knitting supplies he wants. Without anyone screaming at him or calling Ink, Error finds himself spending quite a bit of time browsing the shelves for the best materials. Soul and Error walk out of that store with more than a few bags. After hours of sightseeing and shopping, Error finds himself enjoying the day almost as much as Soul.

"Thank you for taking me here. I know that you didn't really wanna come," Soul says. He's no longer holding Error's hand, but just walking closely. Soul's arms are wrapped around a floppy tiger plushie that he just had to have. Soul's immature nature the young age of the Flowertale Sans's body have combined to make him act very childishly for for most of the day.

"No. ThIs waS actUally....... nice," Error smiles a little. "We shOulD Do it aGain some tiMe." The Omega Timeline is huge, after all. There's still a lot more that they could see.

"You'd really want to!?" Soul was going to say more, but a drop of water falls and hits his face. He jumps a little and looks up at the sky. Neither of the two noticed that it had gotten cloudier out. A light rain starts to come down and darken the cobbled square. Soul stretches his arm out to catch raindrops on his hand and left them run down his face. He's not bothered by getting a little wet.

Error stands nearby, his hands in his pockets, looking around at the square. It's been a long time since he's felt...... content. The square has emptied out some with the rain. Many monsters duck underneath building overhangs to wait out the brief shower. As Error watches, he starts to notice more and more people turn to look at him and Soul. A feeling of unease runs up Error's spine. He flinches when Soul grabs Error's face and turns it.

"Your paint is washing off!" Soul gasps. Before Error can think better of the action, he uses the sleeve of his jacket to wipe at his cheek. The black paint comes of easily and stains the sleeve.

"TiMe to gO," Error mumbles. Every monster he looks at now cowers away from his gaze. Error and Soul are the only ones even still in the square.

"Time to go," Soul agrees.

The Creator of AUs arrives back in the Omega Timeline only minutes after the two portal away. Ink is frustrated and confused at the fact that Error was apparently able to hide here for hours. He's even more baffled when residents describe the the bright-eyed Flowertale Sans that spent all day shopping with the Destroyer.