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Setting/AU/Multiverse; Nerd and Jock

When; Second time (after meeting Null and Void)

Who; Error(Erratum), Null and Void

Warnings; No major ones needed to be listed at the moment (If anyone thinks I am wrong about this, and has good reasons for thinking this, please let me know so I can post up whatever warning you think I should have)

A change in perspective you could say~

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"NO--NO FRESH--!"

Screams.

Panic.

Magic in the air.

"SWAP COME BACK HERE OR ELSE--!"

Blood dripping.

Dust falling.

Cracks.

Laughter.

"Heh, this is gr-grody...to...th-the...ma....x..."

Numbness.

A crack in the air.

Static rumbling.

Hunger in the air.

Pushing.

Pulling

Diving.

"I'm not letting you go--I refuse to lose you too!"

Blue strings held tight.

Blue butterflies.

Green butterflies.

Stars twinkling above like tears.

Falling.

Red ribbons untangling.

"SWAP! BRO! JUST STOP--!"

Legs giving out.

Grabbing.

Holding tight.

DETERMINATION thrumming.

Stares.

Tears.

"L-Like...n-no d-duh....no-not...le-letting go....o-of....my....o-other....bro..."

A weak smile.

A pair of grim, serious eyes.

A beat.

Then---nothing.

{SCATTERING}

{PULLING APART}

{FALLING DEEPER}

{REFUSING TO LET GO}

{DEVOURING BITS AND PIECES}

{THEN.....}

["We'll have to do something, sister. Parts of them are lost forever more. Even SOULS will not fully be alright no matter who it is....."]

["Lets take their orders then!"]

["But it would not fully be reincarnation--they still have pieces of themselves. To do so might be impossible--"]

["Ah, but big sister, you forgot one important thing."]

["Oh?"]

["Chaos follows no rules or laws. Impossibility is a lie to me. No one can bound or chain chaos--not even Fate no matter how much he wishes to."]

["....I certainly hope this works. For not only them, but for all the other children or yourself."]

["Then let's get this started! We should be fine without getting the others involved. Are you ready?"]

{SOFT HANDS}

{A WHISPER OF CARE}

["Oh, my children, I wish I could do more for you all. For my chosen child, for Fate's favorite as well. I am a horrible deity, am I not? Not even able to fully stop him. None of you deserve this--so, please, allow me to help you with changing your destines."]

{A WHISPER OF ADORATION}

["I love each and every single person and Monster, hard not to, and I'll do everything I can for you all even if it ends horribly for myself. Don't worry, everything might be chaotic for you all but I'm not above being swayed to make sure you thrive in it!"]

{BUTTERFLY KISSES}

{GREEN AND BLUE}

{BLUE AND GREEN}

{THEN------------------------------------------------}

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"Wha......" Slowly opening his eyes, he blinked. Lifting a hand to his face, he found it strange that he hand nothing on his face. In fact, he couldn't even make out his own hand.

He knew his hand was there. He could feel it. He knew what his hand looked like. Yet, he couldn't see it--it was constantly changing. Slowly looking around, he found himself standing in an endless place. Looking down at himself, he could see himself yet not see himself. He knew his body was there, blurs of colors mixing together and constantly changing. Solid but not.

Slowly turning, looking at everything, taking in the endless place. He stood in endless white place. But instead of the coldness he expected, he found warmth. A flicker of green caught his eyes.

Swiftly following the color, he saw it was a green butterfly fluttering by him. Turning his head to follow he--he blinked when he fully turned around once more, he found a towering figure standing a respectful distance in front of him.

A figure that wasn't there before. One that is smiling at him with something untold.

"Finally noticed me?" The figure asked with a laugh. "You really do take a lot after me if you're this oblivious, huh?"

"Huh?" He asked in confusion, not understanding what the figure meant.

For some reason, everyone was much more confusing and new to him. Yet straight forward and old to him.

"Oh well, no use in talking about that." The figure waved his confusion off with a beaming face. "It's time for you to make your order." The figure said softly.

"My....order?"

"Yeah! All you gotta do is answer some questions, okay? Be truthful and honest no matter what the question is--no wrong or right answer! No take backs either once we're done. No return policy possible this time around. So? You ready?"

"I think this be some freakin' sketchy deep shitz--but sure my corn-chip homefry, let's get booking it!"

"That's what I like to hear!"

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"Please!" Was the first thing out of his mouth for some strange reason as soon as he opened his eyes. he looked around in a panic, feeling like he was falling even though he was standing on solid, white, ground. Having no idea what was going on, where he was, or who he was looking for.

Moving, he quickly found himself stumbling when he noticed how he couldn't make out his own body. Everything felt strange. He knew everything was there, everything that made him himself was there, yet nothing was there at all. Moving, changing. Staying, unflinching.

Not being able to look away from his legs, he nearly flinched when a blue butterfly fluttered in front of his face. The color sticking out from the endless, warm white all around.

"Please, do no worry."

Swiftly turning, he stumbled back a bit at the sudden figure standing in front of him. Not too close, but not too far.

A figure that stood tall. One with a kind, loving smile.

"Forgive me for scaring you. I did not mean to." The figure apologizes with a soft laugh. "I am here to take your order."

"I don't remember placing an order." He stated right away, suspicious even if something in him relaxes at the sight of the figure.

"You wouldn't, for I'm the one paying for your order." The figure admits without hesitation. "It is not a full order, but a partial one. All you need to do is answer some questions, my little one. Truthfully, honestly, with no regrets." The figure gives a smile, hands clasped together. "Please, allow me to do this for you."

A plea. A beg.

"....Alright."

"Thank you, my little one. You do not know how happy this makes me."

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"The Past or the Future? I can let you see one or the other." The towering figure said bluntly. two long, thin hands coming up, palms upwards and open. In one hand a ball of rainbow colored yarn suddenly came to be. In the other hand a furby come to be. "Which will it be?"

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"The Past or the Future? I can only allow you to pick one." The kind figure said gently. Holding out both arms, both hands with palms facing upwards, two items appeared in each hand. In one hand a pair of knitting needles came to be. In the other hand a small bottle of honey. "Which will it be?"

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He didn't even have to think about it. Pointing to the ball of yarn, he laughs. "I don' get emotions. I don' even think I feel 'em. Sick nasty business all around." Looking at the figure, he gives a grin. "I'm hella strong! But...." Slowly, his grin fell into something softer, thinking about someone who held him and hearing glitching. "I wanna to understand what memories are. Maybe it'll be righteous or lame but I wanna try bein' kind too." Tilting his head, he shrugs. "If I only be lookin' at the future I'll be losing sight of what's important."

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"The Past or the Future....." Closing his eyes for a moment, he thinks to the happiness, the sadness, the anger, the pain and the hope of the past. He thinks to the hope, the agony, the resentment, the pain and ruining of the future. He slowly reopens his eyes, seeing for a moment of people who were not there. Shaking his head, he looks at the figure. "I would to chose the Past. Without being able to see the past, I wouldn't be able to see my mistakes. Wouldn't be able to see other's mistakes." With a serious glint in his eyes, he stands unwavering. "I want to be strong and kind. The past shapes me, I want to see and understand the memories that made me who I am."

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"Alright then!" The figure airily says, letting the furby fade away. The figure then hands the ball of yarn to him. He takes it, shivering at how warm it feels. "Next on the list; I'll give you two arms, two legs, two hands, two eye sockets, two mouths, two nostrils and two SOULS! I'll even throw in two breasts for your ecto-body! Both male and females have them after all." The figure brightly says, leaning forward a bit. "Isn't that great?"

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"If that is your choice." The figure nods with a kind voice. Gently handing him the knitting needles, he takes them. Shivering at the noise of them clicking together. It rang in his head, echoing as if the memory is trying to come back to him. "Now then, I will give you two of each things; arms, legs, hands, mouths, SOULS, eye sockets, two nostrils and breasts." The figure gently smiles. "Is that not great?"

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Leaning back, he thought for a moment. Frowning as something hit him. "Um, Homefry, I won' be needin' two mouths." He laughs at the thought of having two of them. "It'd be more than rad to have one mouth! That way I can share those kisses with one fresh dude or dudette or be arugin' with myself--that'd be totes wack!"

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"Could I make a request?" He asks after a moment. The figure nods in agreement. "Then I would only like one mouth, please." He lifts a finger up to where his mouth should be. "If I had two, I think I would argue with myself endlessly." He dryly chuckles before he softens. "And....I only need one mouth to kiss someone. When I find that one special person, I only want to kiss them. I don't need two mouths for that."

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"Ha! I wouldn't want to argue with myself or kiss two different people at the same time too--I'm too stingy for that." The towering figure laughs, not seeming to mind the request. "In any case, the SOULS are the most important anyway." Hands lifting up, two upside down hearts appeared. One purple in color, the other green. "Because of how important they are, especially to you, I'll give you two! A special offer to a very special person who deserves to have a SOUL or two." The figure beams happily. "Isn't that great?"

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"I'll grant your request." The figure nods in agreement, a gentle smile growing. "For the most important part--" Hands lifting up once more, two upside down SOULS appear. One is cyan blue, the other is a navy blue. "--are the SOULS. I will give you two SOULS, one for each side of your chest. You more than deserve it, my little one, for all that you have went through and may go through." Head tilting, the figure looks down at him with kindness. "Is that not great?"

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"Two SOULS....." He breathed out, looking at the SOULS blankly. Placing a hand on his chest, he felt nothing. Yet, somewhere inside of him, something in him moved. 'Strange.' He blinked, clawing at his chest with a trembling hand. Suddenly, a strange feeling came to mind. Where, even if nothing was happening on one side of his chest, someone grabbing him and holding him made him feel something on the other side. 'In the end....' "Sorry, homefry, but I don' need two." A strange smile comes across his face. "I only need one."

"Are you sure?"

"Yup!" Moving his hand to the left side of his chest, he laughs. "That way, whenever I find the most tubular, radical person out there for myself, hold them as close as close can be, I'll finally to be able to feel two righteous SOULS beatin' as one." Tilting his head, he thinks of weird people with names he can't recall and how only a few reached out to him. "I don' mind lackin' somethin'. I think, when alone, I totes need to be reminded. Even if it hurts. That way, I won' be able to stay alone forever." He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. "Besides, I think just one would be enough for whatever wack reason. Just one."

"You only ever wanted one, huh? Even after everything." The figure hums before nodding. "I can give you that!" Hands coming together, to two SOULS combine into one. The figure comes closer and kneels in front of him, still so much taller. "You only get one--so take good care of it, alright?" The figure giggles, gently placing the SOUL on top his chest.

Gasping, he jolts. Lifting a trembling hand to his chest, right over where the SOUL should be, he feels the pounding of the SOUL for what feels like the first time ever.

"Totes radical....I don' understand......" He chokes out in a whisper, making the figure laugh as if knowing a secret.

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Looking at the two SOULS, he twitches. "I....would like to make one more selfish request." He eventually says aloud. The figure nods. "I would like to have only one SOUL." He states, hand coming up to his chest. "If I had two, I wouldn't understand what it means to be alone. With one, I can only experience the feeling of two SOULS whenever I hold someone or they hold me." He gives a small smile to the figure. "Is it wrong, not wanting to live alone and only have that feeling with someone else?"

"No. I do not think it is wrong." The figure kindly says, a smile blooming on their face. "Only one? Is that your final answer?"

"Only one SOUL." He nods seriously, giving his final answer.

"Then one SOUL it shall be." The figure said, hands coming together. The SOULS touch, soon mixing and becoming one. the figure walks up to him, kneeling down and offering the SOUL. He gently takes the SOUL, cupping it and lifting it to his chest. Pushing it in, he gasps at the familiar feeling.

"What is....?"

The figure gives a secret smile.

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"Because of this only being a weird order all around, I only got two more questions!" The figure holds up two fingers before showing three fingers. "Short, normal or tall?" The figure asks with a giggle.

"Bruh." He deadpans, still mostly focusing on how the SOUL feels. The figure just snorts. So, he stops and thinks for a moment. He has no idea what either options means but--for a second, he can see a tall shadow coming over him. Blinking, it's gone. "Tall, my homefry." He eventually says, rubbing his chest.

"Oooh~! Tall it is!"

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"Two more questions to go." The figure says with a smile. "The first of the last being; short, normal or tall?"

"Is the normal short or tall?" He fires off without even thinking about, frowning at himself when he realizes what he just asked was. Luckily, the figure just kindly laughs.

"That, sadly, is a question I can not answer for you." The figure apologizes. He shakes his head, it wasn't the figure's fault.

"I...." Frowning, he thinks of looking up. Thinks of eyes looking down at him. Emotions of all kinds running through them. Of seeing something that he is not. "I would like to pick tall, please."

"Of course." The figure does not sound shocked at the answer. "Tall it will be."

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"Finally, the last question." The kneeling figure sighs out, pouting a little before smiling. "Well, it's more an option." Lifting a hand, a tear come to life and glowed softly. "Do you want to add tears? You'd be fine without them or with them--but some people find them annoying or a pain, so they don't want them." The figure shrugs. "So, what would you like?"

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"The final question I must ask you is this; would you like to add tears?" The figure asks, holding out a hand to show a softly glowing tear. "You can easily live without or with. However, many find tears to be annoying so they do not chose to add them." The figure's head tilts. "What would you like?"

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"Tears...." Hand letting go of his chest, he lifts them to his face. "I don' really understand....."

The figure says nothing, just smiling down at him.

Frowning, he listens to his SOUL. Takes in the feeling of it. Crying. Has he ever seen someone cry? Heard it? He think he has, because he can hear echoing of it in his head in other voices. Tapping his face, he finally nods.

"I wanna add them."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yup. I don' understand tears. Not even a tiny bit of it." He frowns, rubbing his chest. "But I wanna understand them. Might be lame to everyone else, I ain't goin' to take them for granted though." He nods to himself, lifting his head to look up at the figure. "People who cry, it's 'cause they understand others, right? Feelin' what they be feelin'. Or just feelin' too much. I wanna have that. Understand that. No matter what."

The figure's smile grows soft.

"While we're at it, the tears need a flavor." The single tear in the figure's hand was no longer alone. Other tears in other colors joined it, the soft glows creating a rainbow. "We have sour, salty, spicy and sweet. You can chose anyone you'd like." The figure's head tilts in question. "So, which one?"

Looking at the tears, he slowly lifts a hand.

"I'll have--"

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"Tears, huh?" He softly asks, looking at the tear. "I think...." Pausing to think about it, he thinks of the different kinds of tears someone can cry out.

Tears coming out because of anger.

Tears coming out because of empathy.

Tears coming out because of sadness.

Tears coming out because of love.

Tears coming out because of happiness.

Those and so many more ways to be able to cry. He could easily see on why it could be annoying real quickly.

On the other hand......

"I would like to add them, please." He eventually decides on. "No matter the reason I might cry, all of them come with a lesson. A understanding." He gives a small, tired smile. "No matter what, I never want to not to be able to understand or forget any important lessons. No matter what, I want to be able to cry for others and for myself."

"Tears shall be added then." The figure gently says. "Just one more thing. Tears come with a flavor." Suddenly, more than one tear is floating above the hand. Different colors and glows mixing around. "We have sour, salty, spicy and sweet." The hand comes closer. "Which would you like?"

Looking at them, he sighs before reaching out a heavy hand.

"I pick--"

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Tears rush down his face. Trembling horribly, he puts his hands to his face. Yet, even through the tears, he can't help but smile and laugh.

"Alright then! Everything has been made as requested!" The figure laughs happily. "I might not be able to change certain things, but with this partial order I think everything will be fine." The figure leans back, smiling. "So wipe away those tears and let me see your face!"

Everything started to hurt. Pain everywhere. It felt like everything was stretching out and growing. Blood started falling, dust flaking off. Yet, the pain was ending slowly. Slowly lifting his head, he found himself taller. Not as tall as the figure, but taller than before. He notices his hands now, his arms and legs. Clothes shredded and torn, looking nothing more than rags. Scars, cracks, chips and all kinds of injuries were on his arms and legs, looking almost mangled in a way. His hands and feet were slightly better. It made him wonder just how he looked, how his face was.

"Come on, show it to me with pride!"

Trying to blink away the tears, and failing, he lifted his head up to meet the figure's stare head on.

"That's more like it." The figure beams, reaching out a hand to cup his face. "Look at you! So different, yet the same. It'll take some time getting used to it, especially as you won't recall this later, but I think your new look suits you."

"Thanks, my homefry. S-Sorry for all the wacked out trouble." He sniffs, leaning his head onto the hand. "I wanna know somethin' though....."

"Hmmm?"

"Have..."

Green butterflies fluttered out of the same place where stars fell like tears.

Flowers swayed with movement while petals gently fell like feathers.

A lopsided smile.

Bright  green eyes with a glint in them.

Short brown hair resting on top with flowers mixing in.

"Have we met before?"

She laughs while looking down at him happy, mischievous eyes.

[Then, he is falling once more--the memories of the warm, white place where he made a special order fading away. Only the memory of a Green butterfly staying with him. Other memories coming back and filling the space that was left--]

[Fresh, startles at the feel of a fully functional SOUL in his chest. One just for him. One not stolen or eaten. Tears rushing down and blurring his sight of Swap.]

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Tears rush down his face even while he smiles, blurring his sight.

He feels so free.

"Some things may not be able to change. This is a partial order. But what I can change has been asked. All requests have been answered and done." The figure gives a loving smile. "Now, my child, won't you show me your face?"

Slowly, he lifts his head--feeling himself tremble and sway a bit, after finding himself taller than before. As he lifts his head, he takes in his tattered clothing, his various injuries. He takes in the feeling of blood coming down off his face, smelling it. His hands looking mangled as does his feet, making him wonder for a second on what he was doing before all this.

"Come on now, my child, show me your face with pride."

Finally fully lifting his head, he ignores the blood and meets the figure's stare without hesitation. The figure gives a delighted smile.

"There is that wonderful face." The figure hums, reaching out and loving wiping away his tears. "A shame I can not get rid of those injuries. But I hope that what I did was enough for you." The figure says with deep emotions.

"Thank you. I'm sorry for any trouble I gave you." He softly whispers before speaking up. "I'm sorry, but may I ask one more question?"

"Of course."

Blue butterfly eyes.

A mother's smile.

Butterfly marks on stark white bones.

A feel of comfort.

Gentle hands and words.

"Have we met somewhere else before?"

She looks down at him with kind, loving eyes and a smile to match.

[Then, he is falling once more--memories fading away of what just happened. Memories he had forgotten in those moments coming back and filling the space. Living only the memories of a blue butterfly and changes made to his body---]

[Swap opens his eyes, once childish looking face thinner and more mature--a cold and serious look upon his face as he holds tight to Fresh, refusing to let go.]

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"wHAt ThE hElL--SwAP?! FrEsH?!"

-End Chapter-

Destiny and Fate are not the only deities/Gods/Goddess. I have created more. And yes, all of them have looks/appearances to them. I have even given Destiny and Fate one - for all my Multiverses. I even decided on their genders. But that's more for later.

Fresh and Swap (who will get different names eventually) will look different because of what happened to them. Do not worry, if no one can figure out why this is, it will be explained better in the next chapter. This chapter was made to be at least a little confusing--because, honestly, it is confusing for the characters in the story. This is a spoiler by the way. By that I mean for HWHBB, because yes, characters appearances will change in that story to given the same reasons I use in this story and others if this happens.

Although, depending on the story in this book, while their appearance changing stays the same, their age might depend on the story. For example, in this story, they are teenagers. In another story, the might be adults or even children if they fall. Eventually, others might fall too.

I actually drew/sketched Swap and Fresh, their new looks for Mr. Erratum. If anyone doesn't mind the crappy art, I don't mind showing everyone in the next chapter as I will be explaining in better detail how they look and dress. So, if you want, I can at least give you all some kind of visual at the end of the next chapter. Want to see them?

In any case, I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter as much as I did making it!