He was a crude arrogant sort of man, but that's how he liked it. The world not meeting his needs and suffering the consequences of it. Worlds tore themselves apart for him, just beneath his finger tips which wielded only one sheer weapon; strings. They danced in the wind and, when caught in the eyes of poor souls who had the misfortune to encounter him, meant death.

But isn't that how he liked it? To him this was his way of liberating anomalies, as he so crudely calls them, from their lonely lives in the vast multiverse. But it wasn't his place to make decisions no matter how strongly he felt about it.

To him, he's the hero, getting rid of the glitches he sees fit, desiring nothing more than the sweet destruction of life before him. Worlds folding in on themselves and becoming anti-voids beneath his feet. But like Yin and Yang one couldn't have this unlawful destruction with out relentless creation.

Worlds were caught in battles, some say it's good vs evil. Some say it's just balance the universes seeing fit to keep an order to things so that there's no surplus of just one entity. But really it was more of a constant tug of war, in which what was labeled as "good" always won.

Good, that's what they called his rival. Evil is what they call him. But was he really all that bad? Was he really the villain in this story? In thousands of stories before his was told?

He's the hero in his story. The hero, a bitter sweet title that only could hold if others see you the same. No one being takes the time to think, that maybe just maybe he suffering. That maybe, he wants to keep these other worlds from feeling the pain that was nothing but a painful distant memory he was desperately trying to keep.

That just by some very slim, off chance, he was the victim not the villain anomalies so disgustingly called to spit at him.

Don't they see he's trying to help? In his own twisted way the line between good and evil to him was blurred. The concept of good and evil are in the hands of individuals. Not everyone sees what another person sees as good, as "good" just as it is for evil. To him this was his good, and that no good low life who insist he's the hero was his evil.

Eventually life runs its course, and death is the barer of bad news even if death isn't the monster people, no anomalies glitches, make it out to be. Death was gentle, but was a cold truth no one wants to face, life was the sweet lie everyone enjoys having in their life.

Which means that eventually "good" comes to an end. So that made him the bad guy? That made him the horrible beast that wanted nothing more than the destruction of every world in the multiverse, who had no feelings? At least he had feelings, at least he could feel things like anger and sadness and regret. Good emotions were rare to come by, but at least he could feel. Unlike his rival who insist he's the multiverses protector with his damn paint brush and annoying vials.

To him letting these precious alternate universes, or as some call them in short AUs, crumble away into dust was a mercy. He was sparing them from future suffering from future pain because of years he had spent suffering himself. But that made him the bad guy, that made others see him as an object to be feared. They never once think that maybe, he had feelings too. And never once stop to think that maybe their so called protector was worse than he ever let on.

That was the ignorance of every being in ever universe, thinking those who protect them are good and those who are trying to do "good" are bad. Of course there's always some one who ruins things, who really is the bad guy who really should be seen as the villain to a woven tale. But he wasn't like that, he knew what mercy was and he was using his mercy to spare these poor unfortunate anomalies he's so bitterly come to despise.

So what made him so crude? So arrogant? Spite, anger, things of that nature. To see that the very beings, glitches, he tried to save were nothing but ungrateful. After years and years and years it finally came apparent to him that they would never see the light he was trying to show them. That their precious protector for their world was nothing but a bitter sweet lie when they needed it most. If he was so good, why didn't he save him? Why didn't that color clad wearing, bitter excuse of life, save him?

But no, he was the bad guy for trying to get them to see how horrible their precious protector was. He was the bad guy for trying to release them from their hell to a better more welcoming environment.

And that's what made him the way he was, bitter, arrogant, and less we forget crude. That's what made the one of the most feared and known monster in all of the different Au's that scattered across the multiverse bristling with their own lives. That's what created, Error.

Some perceive him as heartless but that wasn't quite true, he had a heart, and too much of one. Lonely, the words he'd describe his living habits were lonely. And while he wanted nothing more than to maybe, maybe, have a friend. He knew that in a world like this that wasn't true, for who could ever learn to love nor even accept some one such as him? Some one who's past will always haunt him, some one who's fear became steady anger when pushed wrong.

But he wasn't a bad person, not by any means. He was sweeter than he looked, softer than he ever let on, but afraid. No one was allowed too close, no one was ever allowed to see just what he was thinking other than destroying the universe he latched his eye sockets onto.

But he enjoyed things, mostly himself despite his loneliness, he enjoyed boosting his ego, listening to praise for he never got as much as he'd ever want. But love, not LOVE but real true love, was something he's had the misfortune of not feeling or receiving in a long time.

Sometimes he likes to sit and watch other Au's, see how they live, relish in how they get to enjoy their lives in such darkness to hide the blinding truth. Sometimes he'd just like to sit and observe, watch versions that used to be him run around with what used to be his brother. Because he missed it, he would linger. But even the cold was too much to bare after a certain point.

Sometimes he spent hours watching the original time line, watching how that sans and that papyrus interacted. It was amusing reminding him of simpler times that were now nothing but fuzz deep in his mind. Trying to remember was like trying to recall a dream after waking up, you know it's there just with in reach your finger tips just brushing against the memory. And then just like that it's gone slipping away into the subconscious saved for another day if it was ever that lucky.

"Guess I've been working, down to the bone!" The original version of sans cracked a grin raising his shoulders amused as he looked to the original papyrus who stomped his foot down in a tantrum like style.

"SANS!" But regardless of how mad he sounded, how mad his body language was, he was still smiling. And happily at that.

"Idiots." Error huffed through his teeth the air leaving them coming out in a fog like puff thanks to the cold that snowdin always left in the air. No matter how much he called them idiots he sort of wished for that simplicity. Of course he knew of the timelines. Knew of pacifist, neutral, and genocide. And even if that would be a crushing weight it was nothing like what he felt.

His eyes sockets narrowed as he watched the two brothers interact. His hand slowly making its way to clutch his red shirt feeling the slash of the knife that once cut it. He shuddered removing his hand looking away scoffing. He hated that feeling, of all the feelings he felt that was the worst. The memory of the slash that, as of now, never was. He never forgot what it was like stuck on that save screen, waiting vainly hoping death would come knocking on his door and let him see his brother at last.

But here he was, the lone survivor of a genocide run that, technically, never was. And he hated it. Every second, every minute, of every hour. He turned his back on the scene of loving brothers and opened an access point eyes blazing at the thoughts he had running through his head.

He was going to liberate another Au, he decided upon it now, and let only one true time line stay. The originals. It was what was right, those Au's were anomalies to begin with, creations of that idiot who had no place in this world ruled in darkness. Stepping into the access point the crisp cool air of snowdin was gone replaced with a stillness that lingered in every breath.

The Anti Void, one of many but his home never the less. It was dirtied surpassingly, for a really that was nothing but endless white it wasn't exactly the tidiest. Soul strings hung up in the air, seemingly by themselves dangling from the sudden gush if winter wind that had invaded the still land.

Dolls dangled wrapped up in the royal blue strings, well some call them doll they're more yarn figures, of every Au that error knows of. He was still hunting for that safe haven, that place where the anomalies who survive his purge were taken. Couldn't they see he was trying to help? And that Core Frisk wasn't helpful at all.

Regardless, he needed to think. Think of what Au that needed to be freed from the endless suffering that it went through. But what? What would be an easy target that would welcome him?

Error huffed plopping down upon a beanbag that seemingly materialized out of no where thinking to himself. No Au would accept it willingly, or even listen to him with out crying out helplessly to their "creators".

Error scoffed at the idea of that, yes let's all cry out to the fool who's done nothing but make us suffer, yay! What idiots, at least that's what he thought. That they were a bunch of bumbling idiots who can't see the full picture to anything.

No ones quite as smart as him! Yeah he likes that, no ones as smart nor as handsome! Mm he thinks he should keep going with his own egotistical praise. But alas it ended as quickly as it began as he sat there in silence. Loneliness. He could feel it creeping up on him again, like a masked shadow looking from behind him to cast its dark shade down on top of him.

He needed a plan and fast before this gets out of hand. Huffing he thought about other things rather than his deepening sadness. What poor sap would listen to him with out screaming at him?

Underfell, though they deserved to go, was out. He's tried one to many and they're idiots who fight back too much. Outertale, well he likes to indulge himself there when no one is around to just stare up at the galaxies and supernovas that wove themselves through the sky, that's out. Horror tale, god no! At least not today! (He's not afraid of them! Shut up!)

The search continues, but at this rate he's getting no where fast, there's no Au that will even listen to him...unless.

Underswap.

Error grinned after it fell from his face as he sat up slightly in the bag's cushion. There was a chump who would listen to him there, and he was stupid enough to try and reason with him. Not to mention he adds to his big ego. Yes that sans would listen and not realize that error had come to destroy that Au!

But then again that sans, most called him blueberry or blue, was the closest thing he had to a friend. Friend. That leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

I don't need anyone, I don't need him.

Error scoffed aloud whole he thought darkly to himself and stood up narrowing his eye sockets. He didn't need anyone but himself, his loneliness was nothing compared to the relief he felt upon liberating Au's from their endless suffering. With that in mind error snapped his fingers opening another access point leading to underswap diving in, unaware of what he's just gotten himself into.