Soul is the strangest monster that any of the bad guys have ever seen. He looks like someone went to a thrift store and sewed a dozen different parts together.

Soul has the average height and build for a Sans, but that is where logic ends. His feet are bare, showcasing his sharpened toes. A long and flexible tail hangs down off his spine and curls at his feet. Soul's right ankle is adorned with a thick braid of colorful thread. The matching bracelet in on his left wrist. Soul wears a pair of faded blue shorts that might have once been sweat pants. The shorts are partially covered by the baggy hoodie that he wears. The hoodie is a pastel green with a black bird on the front. The right sleeve has been cut off.

Dark crimson vines coved in thorns wrap themselves around Soul's bare arm, getting tangled up and ending in his wrist. It looks painful. Soul wear fingerless gloves on both hands. One is brown while the other is black. All of his blunt fingers are tipped in a gray color at the last phalange. On top of the hoodie, wrapped around his waist, Soul wears a utility belt. A gun holster and several knife sheathes are attached. A long pendant dangles from Soul's neck to his chest. The gem looks like some sort of quartz shot though with half a dozen colors.

Soul's face might be even stranger than his outfit. At first glance, his right eye socket looks bigger than the left. An extremely dark ring of black around his right eye socket makes it difficult to tell where his eye starts. This socket has an eye light that looks like a cracked diamond. The other sockets holds an eye light that looks suspiciously like Dream's golden eyes. The only difference is a silver ring that makes the eye look some sort of planet. That side of Soul's face is covered in colorful little shapes that look like stickers.

Each piece of Soul's appearance undermines another. The gun on his hip right on top of his pastel, oversized hoodie is comical. The colorful and childish bracelets around his wrist and ankle are so much sweeter than the thorn-covered vines tangled around his arm. The black ring around his eye makes him look like a raccoon. Each of Soul's features appear to come from a different AU.

".......... And tell me again where you found this thing, Error?" Nightmare mumbles. It's hard to process what he's seeing. A monster's appearance is supposed to reflect where they're from.

"He'S frOm everYwheRe, prEttY mucH," Error replies. He is a bit surprised by Soul's appearance, but can't say that he was expecting something normal. When Error isn't focusing on Soul, something changes out of the corner of his eyes. The vines turn to red chains. Soul's eyes might change to a random color. Instead of a bird on the hoodie, Soul has feathered wings. The strange distortions go back to their original look when Error turns his eyes to look.

Soul wiggles his own fingers in front of his face, fascinated with the gray tips. This is the first time he's ever seen what his own body might look like. His tail swishes around his feet. Soul spins around to try and see it better. He ends up spinning around a few times before managing to grab the end.

"When I do this with Chara, they appear as the way that they think they do," Cross tries to explain, "I have no idea why Soul looks like that."

"I don't know what I look like," Soul shrugs, clutching the end of his bony tail. The holster on his belt catches his attention next, and he starts to fiddle with the buckles.

"You have to have some idea to pick out something so weird," Cross argues. He's been freaking out over Soul's appearance ever since Soul got picked up.

"Nope. Nothing that I remember," Soul dismisses the idea. "Error! Look at this!" Soul's smile turns into a smirk when he levels his gun at Error's head. Before the Destroyer can react, Soul squeezes the trigger. The gun goes of with a small pop. A cloud of glitter and confetti explodes in Error's face.

No words are spoken for several moments. The bad guys are looking between Error and Soul in complete shock. No one would dare pull a prank like that on the Destroyer of Worlds. Error's face is blank as he stares at Soul's smirking face. The darkness around his planet-like eye light seems to sparkle with Soul's glee.

"......... I'm pUttiNg you baCk in priSon," Error deadpans. Soul's smirk drops. When Error takes a step forward, Soul bolts.

No one would ever believe the scene unfolding in the base. Soul squeals and skips away when Error tries to grab him, turning around and sprinting up the stairs. To everyone's surprise, Error gives chase. It's impossible that Error has already forgotten that Soul doesn't actually have a physical presence. That means the Destroyer of Worlds is actually humoring the antics of this childish parasite. The two of them make several laps around the place. Error still wears a sour-looking expression, but there is no one else in the entire Multiverse that he would put up with like this. Nightmare's frown twitches as something falls to the ground and breaks.

"Dust! Papyrus! Save me!" Soul shouts as he turns the corner back into the entrance hall. Soul makes a halfhearted attempt to dive behind Dust and hide.

Dust flinches when Soul mentions his brother's name. Dust has known this freak for less than five minutes and Soul somehow knows about Papyrus? Said hallucination claps his gloves together and hisses some sound of excitement at the revelation. "I-I who-," Dust stutters, flinching away and spinning around to face the other monster.

"I think it was the forth time," Soul interrupts, voice and expressions suddenly somber. His eyes gloss over with a foggy sheen. "Not the forth reset of course, no. I lost count of that a long time ago. It was the forth time I killed my brother. That one really hurt. I think that I finally realized that it wasn't going to get easier no matter how many times I had to do it." From there, Soul breaks out into inaudible mumbles that sound scarily similar to Dusts's own deranged ramblings.

Error has never really considered how much Soul understands before. This bubbly little monster, with barely a piece of a soul and without his own body, has seen the worst of the Multiverse and still chooses to smile. In the back of his mind, Error has always been worried that he'll say or do something that will make Soul pull away. It has been an incredibly long time since Error has cared for someone as much as he does for Soul. It rattles Error to admit it. Nightmare and the rest of the bad guys could mean something more to Error, but none of them are like him. Even Nightmare is so...... young and fragile. Soul acts so childish but also seems somehow so much older than most monsters. It makes Error wonder if he and Ink aren't the only ones........

A sharp, stabbing pain in his soul drags Error out of his thoughts. He refuses to flinch after all this time. "I'M leaVinG. GoT shiT to do," Error mutters, opening up a portal.

"Huh?" Soul squawks, snapping back to reality.

"Aren't you going to take your parasite with you?" Nightmare asks, disgruntled.

"And dO whaT? DumP him in thE AU I'm desTroying?" Error replies. Now that Soul is safe and out from under the council's thumb, Error doesn't feel the need to be so bothered like he was before. Besides, babysitting Soul might be good for Nightmare. Error is gone before any more arguments can be made.

Dust had already begun to slink away when Error started talking, unwilling to be involved any further. Killer catches on to what is happening and also pulls a disappearing act deeper into the mansion. Neither of them want babysitting duty. As fascinating as Soul is, Cross feels uncomfortable with the other's cheery demeanor. Error must be crazy if he thinks the villains of the Multiverse would get along with Soul.

Nightmare is ticked off that Error just left like that. He agreed to help, not invite a monster of unknown loyalties into his home. Just because Soul is Error's friend, and an apparent enemy of Ink', doesn't mean that he doesn't have his own agenda. "Okay, listen up, freak," Nightmare growls, abruptly turning around to face Soul. All four of his tendrils raise up into the air as an act of intimidation. "I don't want you here. If you weren't some sort of ghost that can probably walk through walls, I'd lock you in a closet until Error gets back. Better yet, if you step out of line, I'll toss Cross into the next AU reset. You are only tolerated since I owe Error. Got it?"

The overly harsh words don't exactly surprise Soul. Some of it undoubtedly hurts Soul's feelings, but Nightmare's angry threats aren't from a reasonless realm. Soul doesn't have a chance to respond before Nightmare's thin patience runs out. He mutters something under his breath that Soul doesn't catch before storming off. Nightmare grabs Cross by the hood as he passes by and drags the smaller monster off with him. Frankly, Nightmare doesn't like the way Cross seems so interested.

Horror isn't exactly sure what's going on. Fighting a couple monsters? Sure, he can do that. Horror doesn't even wince anymore when forcing his axe through someone else's bones. Following Nightmare's orders is easy. A rescue mission is a foreign concept. How could anyone look at Horror's ugly mud and think 'I'm saved'? And to top it off, the one that needs saving is a weird thing that doesn't have its own body. Horror is confused. And now everyone else is gone?

When Horror looks back at Soul, the smaller monster is smiling at him. Horror is even more confused. Frowning, Horror reaches out to grab Soul, expecting them to flinch or back away. Soul doesn't move. Horror's hand goes right through Soul's shoulder.

"Ghost?" Horror mumbles, tilting his head like a confused dog.

"I don't think so? I've died more times than I can count in more AUs than I can count, but I don't think I'm a ghost," Soul hums.

Horror just stares. He doesn't really know what to do with this not-ghost. It's been a long time since he tried to get along with someone else. The bad guys' version of 'playing nice' means tolerance with a scattering of bloody cat fights. There's only one way Horror knows to be nice. His brother taught him. "Hungry?" Horror asks.

"I'm not sure if I can eat like this, but can I watch if you're going to cook!? It's been ages since I've cooked anything original. What things do you like to cook?" Soul chatters excitedly.

"Meat." Horror replies simply. He's never gotten this far into a conversation without the other person losing interest or getting frustrated with Horror's choppy manner of speaking. The hole blasted into his head certainly doesn't help Horror's already minimal social skills.

"Can I help- or, um watch?" Soul asks again. "I think I remember most of the recipe for cookies that I'd love to try."

The truth is that Soul really wants to learn more about the bad guys. Memories from other hosts are trying to fill in the gaps, but Soul doesn't trust those half-formed ideas that seem to come and go. He really wants to know Error's other friends. It's unbelievably rare for someone to be completely evil. Soul wants to know how they all got here and why.

When Horror turns around and awkwardly makes his way into the kitchen, Soul follows behind with an excited skip in his step. Horror almost smiles. Soul reminds him of his dead brother.