I do not own this image, it belongs to it's respectful owner. As Erratum is the sewing teacher, who also teaches other things with clothing making and fabrics, I really wanted a picture of him either sewing or knitting, and this is what I found.

Multiverse/World - Nerd and Jock.

When - Error and his kids land in NAJ before the school year officially starts. So with them being there changes quite a few things and causes a stir in the school.

Error, Null, and Void lands into a world where kids fight more with their fists then magic, Monsters are above ground and were never were trapped in the Underground behind a barrier, Gaster Blasters do not exist along with a lot of fighting magic, and all the Monsters Error can remember seem to be students and teachers along with others he has never seen before. Then if that wasn't strange enough, Error somehow gets roped into being a teacher of all things. Now he has to deal with all this school/romance drama he in no way ever wanted to deal with. Hell, he never even went to school!....That he remembers anyway. So why do these people think it is a good idea to put him in charge of a class?!

Destiny save him from hormonal teenagers and love struck teachers.

Pairing - I have decided who to pair up with Erratum! Look at end notes to see my reasons for why I picked who I picked. It's at the bottom because I had finally decided once I was mostly done with the chapter if anyone was wondering why it is at the bottom. Too lazy to move it, but it works out. If I didn't pick a pairing you really wanted, please remember that there are going to be a lot more stories in this book - in fact I have like 15 drafts for other stories and some part 2's - so that there is a very good chance of Erratum(Error) being with a different Monster/Person/whoever really in those story.

If you have a suggestion, I am happy to hear them. I can't promise that I will do them or implant them, as I have a ton of ideas already, but I am willing to listen and try to do them if I can.

Also, I am going to be making some characters different then how they were in NAJ. If you want to see the real NAJ you can find it somewhere in tumblr, I only know that it has been passed around a lot so I'm not for sure who owns it now, only that I don't own it. So warnings for that because this is going to be different then the comic, but that'a given as this is fanfiction and Erratum is in it now along with his kids.

-This chapter started out simple and slightly small, but then I just started adding more and more, then the next thing I knew it was huge! Where did all these words come from I will never know! I just wanted to end the first day already, then the next thing I knew it was way over the length I thought it would be! I hope you all like long chapters.

-Start Chapter-

Lockers slammed shot and opened as it was time for Lunch Time A, students getting ready for classes or getting ready to go eat in the cafeteria or even outside in the courtyard.

"How were your teachers?" Napstablook whispered as he floated by his friends. "Most of mine seem fine...."

Fresh glanced away, trying to think of a way to explain Mr. Erratum, meanwhile Alphys and Papyrus were getting stuff out of their lockers and putting them into their bags. "We'll the new sewing teacher....Mr. Erratum is nice....if slightly-very different then what we are used to."

Before Napstablook could even go to ask what Fresh even meant with that, Undyne ran her way to them, dragging with her PJ. All Nerds tensed for the biting words and harsh hits only to slack in shock when they caught sight of her worried face and PJ's confused horrfifed one.

"You nerds!" Undyne started loudly only to wince and look around, relaxing when no was paying her any mind. She turned back to them, talking much more quietly then before. "Alphys, I have a important question for you, I have to know."

Alphys flushed, glancing around nervously while PJ was just looking at the ground and the rest of the Nerds were looking at the jocks in confusion. "H-Have t-t-to know what U-Undyne?"

"Eating disorders." All nerds straightened and gave their full, if very shockingly confused, attention to the fish jock. "Not eating or caring about eating, not eating for days, is a eating disorder right? Well, how do they form? How do they start?"

"I-It comes from a little bit of everything. They are complex. They come from a complex combination of factors, including genetic, biochemical, psychological, cultural, and environmental." Alphys rattled off in shock, just letting it all flow out of her. "Not caring about eating for whatever reason sounds like EDNOS; Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, as it does not fit in with the rest of the criteria, especially if they just don't care about weight or eating as the other ones care about wight loss and controlled eating."

"Why do you won't to know?" Papyrus asked with a concerned frown on his face. "Is something wrong?"

Fresh narrowed his eyes when both Undyne and PJ glanced to one another, before both looked back at the group with a grim edge to them. Napstablook floated a bit closer, sensing the tension.

"Not to long ago, I saw Mr. Erratum leaving his classroom with Incubux." Undyne scowled, harshly scratching her head. "I was close by, so I could hear everything they were saying even if I didn't want to. At first, everything was fine. Incubux told Mr. Erratum "Have a nice lunch". Even Mr. Erratum's "I'm not eating" was normal. It was when Incubux asked what he meant that things started getting weird."

"Weird how?" Fresh frowned, a bad feeling in his SOUL at where this was going.

"After Incubux asked him he forgot food, even offering up other ways to get food if that was what happened, Mr. Erratum-" Undyne gulped, frown growing more and more as she thought back to what she heard. "Mr. Erratum said "No, I just don't eat", "Don't like to anyway, eating is a pain and a waste of time" and "Besides, I ate a few days ago. I should be fine for a while"."

"O-Oh...." Napstablook whispered, eyes starting to water at the thought of anyone saying that. Even Ghost Monsters need to eat after all. "That's not good...."

"No shit." PJ bluntly stated, finally looking up from the ground, eyes glaring at the group in front of him. "That's why Undyne came running to me to tell me what was going on, then we figured me might as well ask if someone knew about eating disorders. If we went looking ourselves, teachers and our parents might get the wrong idea. And as you all are nerds, we figured you might have known something. You all seem to like knowing for the sake of knowing."

Alphys was softly sniffling, eyes going watery. "P-Poor Mr. Erratum!" She shook her head gently while Papyrus laid a hand on her shoulder in comfort even though he looked like he needed the same thing. "H-He was so nice in class to us.....Even going so far to offer to get fired for us if any of us wanted him to leave...." She sniffed once more.

"Do you think anyone else knows?" Fresh leaned forward, eyes lighting up as something hit him. "Mr. Erratum seems like he doesn't know social norms and is very honest if not harshly so. So wouldn't others notice this too? Like, say the teachers?"

"Shit." PJ growled, hands going into tight fists as he tried not to punch the lockers. "Shit!"

"If they notice and are doing nothing, then we should." Undyne stated, determination shinning in her eye. "If they don't want Mr. Erratum, then we'll take him. He's our teacher. Just like he said that we were his, he is ours. A two way street right?"

"Isn't that going too far?" Papyrus softly asked, eyes sad at the thought of no one doing anything for Mr. Erratum. "We don't know that the other teachers are doing nothing or have noticed anything wrong-"

"If they haven't noticed Mr. Erratum looking like the definition of a abuse case then what does that mean for the students." PJ growled out, eyes starting to glow slightly. "I know my Dad had to take a class on abuse, more then one in fact, to get a teaching degree much less work at this school. Not to mention we have all watched many videos on it in health class. So they have to have noticed!"

"Abused?" Napstablook questioned, brows frowned at this new information.

"His whole skull was covered in cracks and scars, never mind the fact that he was covered from the neck down, most likely meaning that he is hiding more. I'm not stupid." PJ scoffed with a angry frown. "He's had to be abused, some of the things he said also implied it as well when we had class with him. He said that he knew some Monsters for years and they hurt him for not liking how he looked, that can go in many directions but all end in abuse. Doesn't matter how you get there."

"M-Maybe they can't do anything?" Napstablook offered up. "He is a grown adult."

"All the more reason for us to do something!" Undyne scowled, eye lighting up with a fire. So much so that the others were shocked that fire didn't come out of her eye. "Are we going to really leave the only teacher who is willing to do anything for the rest of us rot?!"

"No." Everyone jerked to Alphys, shocked at the steel edge to her tone. "No, we will not leave Mr. Erratum to rot. It doesn't matter if the teachers know or not, are trying or not, yet. All that matters is that his students are going to do something about all this and get to the bottom of everything."

Papyrus sighed, shifting while Fresh nodded in agreement with Alphys."She's right. it doesn't really matter now if the adults are doing something right now." Papyrus frowned, thinking of his older brother. "Right now we have to focus on Mr. Erratum."

"What do we do then?" Fresh rubbed his neck, not believing he was going to work with his bullies but Mr. Erratum took first priority in this case. "What can we do?"

"Spread the word to his other students?" Napstablook said, eyes looking down when everyone turned their attention to him. "They can tell their friends then, keeping a eye and ear out to all the problems. After that, everyone can come up with a plan of action together."

Undyne huffed but shut her mouth when PJ nodded in agreement with the ghost. "If nothing else, it will give us more information. Undyne, we'll split up and spread the word. After that, er go to lunch normally. Mr. Erratum is supposed to be there keeping a eye out on the students with some other teachers." 'And on the other teachers as well' went unsaid but was heavily applied.

With a few more words, the jocks left the nerds to get started on their mission.

Aphys knew then that the school was changing. Jocks going to the nerds for help? Nerds doing it without being threatened? Working together? It was something she thought she would never see. And all this was possible because of Mr. Erratum, who had been their teacher for only a day.

But what a day it had been, what a class time it had been.

It was only fair that the students would also do anything for the teacher who would give up his job for them just to make sure they were safe. For a Monster who said that he would answer any kind of call for help because they were his students. Mr. Erratum may be weird, different and broken, but it just showed how difficult life can be. It meant all the more that he was willing to do listen to them and help.

So the students would do the same for their teacher.

-In The Cafeteria-

A shiver went down his spine, making Erratum twitch as he looked around for a threat only to see students coming in and eating with their friends. Glancing around, all he saw was Nightmare, Ink and Error talking to each other with some students around them, nothing worth him jumping the blaster. So why did he feel so off?

Trying to take his mind off of it, Erratum walked up to the other teachers and prayed to anything and anyone above that he would not regret actively seeking out other Monsters.

Error twitched and quickly turned his head, seeing Erratum walking up to the trio of teachers answering some questions to some students. It was weird how he felt something, like he knew Erratum was coming, that he was nearby. It opened so many questions....

Ink, seeing that Error was looking at something, turned to and smiled once he saw Erratum walking up to them. "Erratum! Glad to see that you came to help us out. We have until next lunch period, then we swap with some other teachers. You can still help if you want of course as you are free." Nightmare muttered something sounding like 'Lucky bastard' so Ink hurried on before any of the students could make that out while Error snorted. "Some students were just asking us some questions, have any time to answer some?"

Feeling like he was going to regret this, Erratum turned to see a few girl Bunny Monsters, a male dog monster, a skeleton Monster that was in one of his classes named Swift that had a camera around his neck, and the Frisk was there as well. Out of the corner of his socket, he could also see some students from his first class coming into the cafeteria and heading towards him. Great. Might as well get the pain over with. "SuRE, i GuEsS."

One white bunny Monster, that had long hair done up in pig-tails and was wearing a red sweater and skirt, spoke up first, giggling with each word. "Are you married?"

Erratum frowned, not understanding her words at first, while the other teachers groaned in annoyance at that question.

But Erratum spoke up before any of the others - like Nightmare who was about to scold the student for asking about a teacher's personal life - could, frowning in confusion. "ARE yOu aSKIng IF i HAvE a SOUlmaTE?" Erratum asked, trying to think back on it. Monster marriage has much more at stake, you have to trust the other with your very SOUL when you ask for them to be your SoulMate after all. But he did know that some Monsters who loved each other, but didn't want to or trust the other with their SOUL, used the human version of becoming one. Less chance of being hurt in the SOUL that way he supposed. So he had no idea what exactly the teen was asking for; Marriage, SoulMate, or both? Either way the answer is the same, but he would like to know what is being asked before replying.

"A soul mate? How adorable!" The bunny giggled with the other students as the group got bigger, other students joining in. "Someone fated for you? Sure, but I meant someone you asked to marry you-"

"FAtED? NO." Erratum shook his head in shock, wondering just what was going on. "i KNOw WhaT YoU mEanT. BUt BeCOmINg soULmaTEs iS noT fatED. ThINk oF iT lIKE MONstER mARRiaGE-WaiT, ShOUlDn't THEy KNOw THis? WHAt tHE hELl DOEs scHOOl TEacH?"

Now the teachers were looking at him. Erratum just looked back. "WhAT? SHOulDn't ThEy KNoW-ShoULdn'T yoU tEacH MOnsTER cuLTuRE aS WElL as HUmAn CulTuRE? GrANNy ToLD mE thAT iT WaS taugHt...."

"Erratum, becoming SoulMates went out of use a long time ago. Over hundreds if not thousands of years ago." Nightmare explained, making Erratum go wide eyed. "So long ago in fact that no one really knows anymore what it is or how it was done. Only that Monsters used to have one. Most believed myth is that it is the term used for the one that is fated for you. The other half of your SOUL." Then Nightmare's eyes lit up. "Are you telling me that you know how and why the term came to be?"

This was huge for the history community if this was the case. Something that made Nightmare want to jump and hold onto Erratum until he spills the answers he desperately wants. It doesn't matter how Erratum knows this, for all he knew Erratum's family kept the information from back then as some Monsters have done in the past as well with different matters in Monster history.

Good thing for him, Erratum would tell them without a leach attached to him. In fact, Erratum looked down right insulted that they didn't know about SoulMates. If a isolated Monster knew what it was, and could only learn from watching others from portals, what does that mean for others? He felt insulted on their behalf that they were missing something that was so important last he checked - in his Multiverse at least.

"iF anYoNE haD HAlf a SOUL tHEY woULd BE deaD or coULdn't FunCtIOn RiGHT And FaTE doESn't cARE foR loVE UNleSS iT gETs iN thEiR wAY." Erratum scoffed, knowing that Fate wouldn't let him get into a romantic relationship as it would get in the way of his job but others could because they weren't him, before sighing once he saw all the pleading looks directed up at him. "SOUl mATEs aRE ThE mONsTEr vERsiON oF hUMan MArRIEd cOUPLe, BUt aLSo DifFereNT." Erratum started to explain, not noticing that everyone was hanging off his words. "FiRst, tO AsK FOR sOMEOne tO bE SoUL maTes WITH yOU, yOU oFFeR yOUR soUL TO THEm. tHAt syMbolizES tHAT tHEy hOLd yOUR SOUl in ThEIr hANDs, THey HOld EvEryTHiNG thAT iS YOUrs Such AS WhaT makEs yOU AnD yoUR lIFE, tHAT thEY aRE yoUR soUL noW bEcAUSE YOU aRE gIVing yOURs UP tO THEm."

"How romantic~" Most of the girls swooned out loud while some of the boys had raised brows. Ink was edging away from a frantic writing Nightmare, who was now writing on a bunch of napkins. Error was fully paying attention to Erratum, flushing at the thought of someone doing such a thing to him.

Alphys softly spoke up with a question before Erratum could go on. "B-But what if they reject the offer?"

"tHAT'S whERE tHINgs cAN gET TRiCKY, bEcAuSE THeY caN DO anYThinG TO yOUr sOUL iF tHAT iS THE caSE." Erratum admitted, making more then one face pale at the implications. "TheY caN DO anYThiNG, tO juST GIvINg iT baCK WiTH a "nO" - WhICh iS tHE pRopER thINg tO DO - TO ShatTERinG yOUr sOUL. hElL tHEy coULd sAY nO and DEciDE tO juST kEEp thE soUL tHUS maKIng thE othER ThEiR slAvE ESSEnTiALLy." The scar ridden skeleton shrugged at all the horrified faces. "yOU gAVE uP yOUR sOUL tO tHEM. kEy woRD; GAvE. mEanINg iT IS tHEiRs NOw anD tHEY caN do WhatEvER tHE hEll THEY WanT wiTH iT. nOT oNLy LOVe BUt a WHolE loT of TRust MUst BE giVEn WHen YOU asK to BE soULMaTEs FoR yOU Are GIviNG UP yOU soUL tO tHEm, RejEctiOn bEInG a POSsiBilITY tO ANy offER. tHAT's thE mAiN REaSON WHy sOME MONsTERs WEnT wiTH THE humAN ROuT oF maRRiaGE WaS BEcaUSE THEy diDn't WanT tO RiSK THEiR sOULs. noT enoUGh tRUsT bUt enOUgH loVE."

While most were digesting that information, and Nightmare looking like he was in heaven, Error cleared his throat, a light blush on his face making PJ silently snort at the look his Father was sporting on his face. "A-And if they agree?" Error asked softy, glancing to the side when Ink wrapped a arm around his shoulder. "What happens then?"

"ThE moST TRaDiTiONal WaY tO aGrEE iS FoR thE ONe asKED iS tO tAke oUT THEiR oWn SOul anD oFFER iT tHE THE aSKEr, GiVinG tHEIR oWN sOUl AwaY tO shoW thEY fEEL tHE sAME." Erratum explained factually. He still couldn't believe that no one knew this. Every AU had their own culture of course as everyone was slightly if not hugely different from the last. But most differences were on courting, how one goes about dating, how family is treated, how you treat others, and what is celebrated and hated. Most of the big things, like asking for another to be your SoulMate and the act of SoulMating, stays the same no matter what. It's in the foundation of the Codes usually. Now how you treat your SoulMate is usually different in every AU, as some are more intoned with their instincts or how certain Monsters are treated are different in every AU.

"AfTER TakINg tHE oFFeREd SOUl iF aGrEEd, bOTh SiDEs cUP THEiR hAnDs ToGEThER LIke THIS." Erratum paused, glancing around before deciding to go for it. Taking a step forward, he help out his hands to Nightmare, making the skeleton freeze in the middle of writing. The shorter skeleton slowly put down the napkins and pen, offering his hands with slight hesitation. Making Erratum feel so thankful for a moment, he in no way in hell wanted to even do the motions of accepting a SoulMate with another version of Ink thank you very much. Heck, he didn't even want to be near Ink right now, so Error was a no go too as he was under Ink's arm at the moment. How another version of him could trust the painting skeleton let alone be friends with him, Erratum will never know. The Multiverse must be much more different then he thought for that to happen. He would have asked one of the kids, but he was worried if he did that then the other teens would want to try the motions too. Like when he picks up Void, Null wants to be picked up too.

To show the students the proper way, Erratum took off his gloves. Scarred and chipped hands that were dark and tipped with red and yellow came into sight. Tucking the leather gloves into his pockets, Erratum went on to explain not really noticing how all the students around them and the two other teachers were hyper focused on the explanation. It was like they were about to see something lost to history right in front of their eyes. And in a way, that was correct.

But more then one students locked onto Erratum's hands and made mental notes about how beaten they looked. More evidence that drove their point home.

Meanwhile, Swift was ginning as he took picture after picture. 'A new Ship~'

"iT iS pRopER TO noT wEaR anYTHiNG oN yOUR hANDs, LIKe glOVEs bUt RinGS aRE okAY uSuaLLY. ThAT SyMbolIZes THAt yOU aRE taKINg EvERyTHInG iN hANd, THAT yOU havE no hIDDen MOtivES. If yOU havE gloVEs ON iT mEaNS thAT yoU aRE noT pURE iN yOUR INTenTIONs, THAT yOU ARE hiDdiNg SomEthINg. oF couRsE tHERe ARE sOmE excEPtions WiTH thIS, lIKE iF tHE oTHEr cAN noT touCh anYThiNG - SKiN tO skIN, OR bONE to BonE iN tHIS caSE - wiThoUt caUSinG hARM oF sOME kIND, IN tHIS caSE THE soUL." Erratum explained before turning to Nightmare, who gulped and face slowly turning purple with the intense look he was receiving from Erratum. Nightmare's SOUL started pulsing faster for reasons unknown to him, he never noticed how Erratum's fingers twitched before he lifted them up.

Nightmare stopped breathing for a moment when Erratum gently took his hands into his. Lightly but firmly cupping them together as his hands slowly slide under his. Erratum's larger hands under his as they were formed into a cup, like how one would make their hand as if they were getting water from a lake. After that, Erratum moved their joined hands up slightly so that it was slightly above Nightmare's chest level while Erratum took a step closer as he started to talk.

"juST piCtURE oUr SOULS oUT, i'M nOT BRInGinG OUt mY SOUL FoR a ExplAnatiON AnD DEMonsTration. nOW piCTURe mY SOUL In HIs hNADs anD hIS iN mINE. WHEn i SliD mY hAnDS unDER hIS, HIs SOUL iS noW iN oUR cuPPEd HANDs WITH mY oWN SOUL." Erratum told the group of students before he looked down at Nightmare, who was just blankly looking at their joined hands. "ThE pRopER WaY aFTEr THAT iS tO lEt YOU SOULS DanCE iN yoUR hANDs aS YOu boTH looK To THEm AnD hOW tHE coLORs mASH, bUt THE SOULS aRE noT tO tOUCh bEsidES maYBE a FEw BRushES. EnoUGH tO fEEl WHaT tHE oTHEr iS fEELiNG AND sEND OUt A Few MEssaGEs. LIkE "i LOVe YOU"." Erratum gave a example, making a lot of students coo and Nightmare jolt a bit and stare up at Erratum in shock before he looked away looking a bit purple. "WhILE THiS goES ON, boTH pEOpLE SloWLY TaKE sTEps TO ONE anoThER UNtIL onlY THE hAnds bEtWEEn tHEm SepARaTe tHEm." Erratum backed away a little from Nightmare, before he took a step forward and motioning with his head for Nightmare to do the same.

Nightmare gulped, his SOUL going crazy as he slowly stepped in time with Erratum. For a moment, this was all real. With flushed cheeks, he couldn't look away from Erratum even if he wanted to. It hit him then that Erratum was a few inches taller then he was, with him only coming up to his eye sockets. Soon only their cupped hands were separating them as they stared at one another, Nightmare took in a deep breath as Erratum's aura washed over him, making him feel safe like no other could. Something in him whispered out that this was right, for him to not let go. It roared him not to fail, not like-Nightmare jolted when Erratum shifted. It was only when Erratum looked to the students that Nightmare remembered where he was. Glancing off to the side, Nightmare tried to hide his embarrassment. The whispering gone, the words lost.

"WhEN tHAT IS DOnE, iT iS THEn sEalED WiTh a kISS." Erratum explained over the cooing group and a snickering Error. Ink himself with the others cooing as he looked to Nightmare's rare and frankly adorable embarrassed face. "AFtER THE kISS yOU THEn pUT eAch oTHErs SOUL bAcK inTO tHEiR ChEst BY pUShiNG iT bAcK. tHE kISS iS tHE sEAL aND lEtTinG tHE oTHEr pUT yoUR SOUL bAcK SymboliZeS tHEY WiLL lEt yOU havE yoUR FrEE wILl, mEanINg thEY WILL loVe YOU no matTER WhaT yOU Do. ThIS iS beCaUSE whILE tHEY agREED THEY sTILL hAVe yOUR SOUL iN tHEIR hOLD bEfoRE tHIS. THEy coULD havE aGrEEd anD kEPT tHE SOUL For THEmsELvES."

With that out of the way, Erratum let go of Nightmare's hands. Nightmare jolted, coming back to the present when that happened. flinching back in surprise once Erratum lightly touched his chest were his SOUL is, like he was putting it back. Glancing up, Nightmare gulped at Erratum's stare before gently placing his hand on Erratum's chest as well. Nightmare could feel his SOUL growing warmer, pounding as he stared up into Erratum's intense and focused eyes. It was like the taller teacher could look into his SOUL, seeing past everything and being able to know everything there is. It was only when Erratum put down his hand that Nightmare remembered where he was. 

Looking to the students, Nightmare put on a stern face while he backed away from Erratum after snatching his hand off Erratum when he realized he hadn't taken it off yet. Hiding his flushed cheeks when he saw Erratum blink down at him in confusion, Nightmare ignored his pounding SOUL as he hesitantly stepped back from the glitching skeleton. Quickly taking the napkins back in his hold, he got back to writing everything Erratum was saying, wanting to know every detail. He ignored Error's snickering and Ink's cooing.

"SecOND tHINg afTER THaT IS tElLINg tHE fAMIlY iF yOU hAVE anY. bAcK iN THe DAy, iT shoWEd thAT tHE couRTinG waS SuccESsFuL And bROuGHt bOTh FamILiEs ToGETHER. AnD DEpEnDInG oN THE TYpE oF MONSTER a cElEbRaTiON WaS HEld. EvERy MONsTER tyPE wAS diFFEREnt, SoME EvEN havING tHEir OWN languaGE." Erratum went on, ignoring the teachers as he paid attention to the students. "tHE tHIRd pART iS tHE maRRiaGE pARt, thE WedDING, yOU BEcOME sOULmATEs THEn And DURinG tHAT."

"What's that like? What happens at the wedding and SoulMating?" Fresh couldn't help but ask, cheeks lightly flushed at how romantic this all sounded. PJ glanced down a the smaller skeleton before quickly glancing back to Erratum to hear the answer.

"THe WEdDINg IS muCh LIKE A hUMan oNE wiTh a Few DiffERencES iN thE voWS ANd makINg suRE noT tO DO it WItH maGic juST in CaSE, rINGs cAN bE uSEd, bUT nOt nEEdED. OncE YOU saY tHE voWS, yOU gO tO a DiFFeREnT ROOm tO DO tHE bONDinG oF SOULS. EacH PERsON taKEs anoTHEr wiTh THEm - USuaLLy tHE bEst MOnsTER oR famILy MEMebER - tO bE thEIR WitnEss tO tHE bonDIng alONg WiTH tHE pRiEst WHo WilL bE thERE tO makEs sURenoTHing GoEs WRong." Erratum lightly explained while he glanced to the clock, making sure that there was still time for the students to eat. "boTH kNEEl DoWN aND takE oUT tHEIR SOULS, thIS iS juST a SaFEtY pRoCEduRE iN caSE OnE fAlLS DuRinG thE SOULmaTInG. SloWLy tHE SOULS StaRT tO toUCh, makiNG yoU FeEL whaT thE oTHER IS FeELinG. THEY cOME closER toGETHER, makING yOU HEaR THE oTHEr's THoUGHTS. EvEN closER, ForciNG yOU tO FEEl tHEIR wanTS anD wiSHEs. FinaLLy, THE tWo SOULS bEcoME ONE." Erratum brought his hands together as if to show them what it was like, most of the students looked breathless at this as did the teachers. "WHEn thE SOULS aRE oNE, yOU sEE thE oTHEr's PASt. EItHER thE moST impoRtaNT paRTs oR alL OF iT. THiS iS sO YOU unDersTAnD onE anoTHER beTTER, sEE thEIR acTIONS anD choICEs, WhaT MAdE tHEM WHo tHEY aRE toDAY. In tHOSe FEw MOMNets THAt caN fEEl lIKE yEaRS tO THE tWO, yOU aRE ONe. NOt tWO pEOplE bonDINg, buT oNE pERsoN." Erratum then put his hands down after pulling them apart. "WHEn tHE tWO SOULS SplIT bACk apART, tHEY lEavE a IMPRINT on ThE oTHEr SOUL. thIS makES oNE anoTHER loW-kEY FeEL thE oTHER's EMpTioNS, SOMEtIMEs hEaR thE oTHER's tHouGHTS ANd oTHER thINGs as WELL. DepENdinG on hOW dEEP thE boND is hoW IT shapEs EvERyTHiNG. tE mORE poWERfuL thE boND, thE moRE hypER aWArE yOU aRE to YOUr sOULmaTE And WhaT coMEs WIth THE boND."

Here, Erratum's face turned grim, making a the people listening to him jolt at the sudden turn. "DivORcinG CaN hapPEN, buT bReakINg tHE bOnD is DanGERouS. It CaN ScAR yOUR SOUL FrOM THE PAin aND EvEN kILL oNE oF tHE BonDED. IF ONE Tries THIs, tHE oTHEr caN FeEL THEIR REaSONs anD fEELinGs WiTH tHE paIN. FrOM aLL oF thIS, tHEY caN diE FRom a BrOKEn SOUL oR Go inSanE. iF BOTH siDEs liVE FOR whaTEVER REaSON, THEY caN do The bONdinG agaIN. OF couRSE iF yoU braKE tHE bONd oNCE MORE, ThERE is a VerY hIGH chNACE nO iS comING oUT alIvE oR in THEiR riGHt mIND." Erratum looked to the students seriously. "SOULmatINg iS a vERy sERiouS CommitMENt, RemEbER tHAT iF noTHinG elSE." Erratum glanced back to the clock on the wall. "nOW gO EaT, YOu ONly hAVE FiFtEEN miNutES lEfT."

All the students jolted, hurrying off while whispering to each other. It was safe to say that this new information was going to be the talk of the school.

"Wow Erratum, where did you learn all that?" Ink asked in awe, making sure not to touch the almost feral looking Nightmare who was still writing and going over everything he wrote, as he lightly dragged a dazed Error behind him. "No one's known what SoulMates were for years!"

"I wAS alWAYs cOLSEd oFF fRom THe WorlD, i nEvER knEW iT wEnt oUT oF stYlE. iT waS noRmal To ME tO knoW, i jUSt thOUGht EVeryoNE knEW tOO." Erratum shrugged, going with half truths. Besides, it wasn't a lie. Trapped in the Anti-VOID all he could do was watch and destroy. So he knows many things about different cultures if nothing else. In some ways, culture was the only way he could feel connected to other Monsters, because what else did he have? Erratum was a forced God of Destruction cut off from others for their safety because if he was coming that meant that the AU was going to go bye-bye in a few short moments. With all the different cultures, Erratum learned them to feel like he was apart of something bigger, something more with another group even if they didn't know and hated him. It made him feel less lonely as he shared the information with the Charas, teaching them as well as he learned.

"Erratum." Erratum flinched back harshly when suddenly Nightmare was in front of him, a ton of napkins in his hands and a slightly crazed look in his eyes as he sounded like he ran a mile. For reasons unknown to Erratum, Nightmare's face was flushed a purple color. "Erratum.....You must come and teach a class on this! Please, I am begging you to tell me more! Maybe on courting was like for Monsters back then as well?! Or you could do a lecture on the whole thing! I know some others that would kill for this information-"

Ink chuckled at the sight in front of him; A very weirded out Erratum slowly backing away from a hero-worshiping Nightmare who looked ready to drop to his knees and beg for Erratum to tell him more about the past and what it holds. Poor Erratum had awaken Nightmare's inner history geek, a part of him that wants to know all the history and share it with the world. Erratum probably made it worse with using Nightmare in the demonstration as well, making Nightmare feel like he was apart of history right there. With Erratum holding pieces of history long thought lost, Nightmare was going to pretty much do anything for Erratum to share it with him and the students at the least.

Ink snorted when Erratum looked ready to start running while Nightmare looked more and more ready to just jump the poor skeleton. Turning his head to look down at Error, who was also watching the scene in front of him with a perplexing frown, Ink smiled. "Why don't we go to the other side to check on the kids there?"

Error blinked before looking up with a shy smile and nodding. Ink grinned as he and Error walked close to each other as they kept a eye on the kids.

Glancing back, Error lifted a hand to his chest as his SOUL stopped feeling like there was weight on it the further away he got from Erratum. Looking away from the freaked out skeleton that was now fighting off a frantic Nightmare - who still looked so prim and proper about it too much to Error's astonishment, even with his flustered face. - Error glanced down at his free hand that was by Ink's. Both hands so different from Erratum's. While Error's might look like Erratum's, the taller skeleton's hands told a story of hardship unlike any he has seen. It made him wonder just what the other skeleton's past was like. And with Erratum looking so much like him.....

Shaking off those thoughts and pushing the questions aside, Error turned his attention to his boyfriend as he tried to calm his flustered state. He wanted answers so badly but had no way to get them or even if there are answers. "How's your classes so far Ink?"

Ink tilted his head to look down at his adorable boyfriend. "Great! You should have seen my second period though! I had-"

Error let Ink's words wash over him, trying to keep his mind off the new teacher that made him question too much. Erratum was a walking contradiction, a mystery, that Error really wanted to solve and get to know. Erratum was unlike any Monster he has seen. Error has learned something at least about Erratum today, two things in fact. One, Erratum's scars go further then his skull as he had many on his hands. Two, Erratum was closed off from the world at large and knows lost history. Technically three things, but one most likely comes from the other.

But that still didn't answer why Error feels so safe with him or why he looks so much like Error.

-A Half-Hour Later, Sewing Classroom-

"i FinALLy gOt AWaY...." Erratum muttered lowly to himself, slummed face first into his desk in his empty classroom. "SEEmS THiS niGHtmaRE shaRES tHE samE PERsiStEnCe aS tHE tHE oTHER ONE....i ReaLLy THoUGHt hE waS GOIng To chAIN mE uP UNtI hE goT aLL THE inFOrmaTION hE WanTED."

The only reason Erratum got away, without resorting to using any tricks or violence, was that Nightmare had classes to teach. As soon as he was gone, Erratum booked it to his class for some peace and quiet. Erratum surpassed a shiver, just thinking of Nightmare's face, telling Erratum that they were not done, once he had to leave to teach.

It reminded him of the other Nightmare trying to get him to join in his gang even after Erratum said no too many times to count. So different yet the same, it messed with his mind a bit. Luckily this Nightmare of a teacher looked different to the Nightmare that haunted many Monsters actual nightmares. Less chance of Erratum mixing them up in the end.

Still doesn't change the fact that Erratum now has to deal with a different kind of Nightmare hunting him down, seems Erratum can never escape this no matter what Multiverse he was in. He can hear the Nightmare King laughing at his misery.

With a sigh, Erratum slowly sat up in his chair, gloved hands tapping the desk. He pushed thoughts of Nightmare hunting him down for cultural information later, right now he had more important matters to think on.

Like the fact that Error's SOUL is aware of him. Erratum's SOUL was hyper aware of Error's.

Erratum could feel Error's SOUL pulsing better then other SOULS around him, that was not normal for a unbonded pair of any kind. The only reason he could feel SOULS at all at such a low-key level was because of who and what he was and because of how much less magic Monsters hold in this Multiverse. But even then he needed to be near the Monsters in question to feel their SOUL even a little bit. Others need a bond to feel another's SOUL unless they are using high levels of magic or you are in a FIGHT. For example, Erratum could low key feel his sons's as a bond was just now forming, he could feel the parent-child bonds forming. With more time and affection, the bond will grow stronger and Erratum will be more hyper aware, more so because of who and what he is. Not all bonds need SOULS to touch after all, some come with effort, time, emotions, and honesty.

Luckily, Erratum has his SOUL on lock and key. That way Error couldn't really feel his SOUL like Erratum could feel Error's. His magic is like a shield around his SOUL, making sure that none could feel it or even CHECK it if they wanted to. If Erratum did let that happen, they would only see or feel what Erratum would let them. It was why none of the other Monsters in the Original Multiverse could CHECK his states, Erratum wouldn't let them in fear that they would use any information against him. Now if Erratum was in a weakened state, physical or mental, then his magic would get wonky and anyone could CHECK him.

In any case, Error's SOUL was hyper sensitive to him thus making Error himself sensitive as well to Erratum's presence. Erratum could feel where Error was in the building without concentration because of his stronger magic where Error would only feel him if he was in a close by area. This could become a problem for Erratum in the long run. What if he used magic in the area where Error is or goes to? This has never happened before so Erratum had no clue what could happen. All Sanses are counterparts, even if their SOULS are different because they have all lead different lives, and none of their SOULS do this.

So why is Error's SOUL pulsing, calling out to his in a way? SOULS normally pulse like hearts do, sending magic to the body where it is needed like blood and around them to act as a layer of protection, but when Error's SOUL pulses around Erratum, magic is sent further out. Very low level magic, making it invisible to the naked eye and not felt by anyone, but Erratum wasn't a normal Monster. The magic was almost like a bat sending out noise to hear, it bounced off Erratum making Error aware of him more then it should. If Erratum would undo his shields around his SOUL, Error might very well feel something off Erratum and his SOUL. Error could already feel his magic that came off his aura, which none of the others can.

This could be a big problem because most of this is just theories mixing in with facts that Erratum knows based off his time as a destroyer when he studied and watched other AU's.

Erratum could already feel so many people and Monsters SOULS and presences just by being near them with some concentration, but with Error it was even stronger. Worrying, but Erratum could live with this in the long run. What he couldn't live with is that if Error starts noticing something off about him and going to someone about it, like say the cops or government about it, then Erratum would have to go on the run with his kids. That or go to a different country and ask for sanctuary, but that could also come with issues too.

Erratum needed to get the bottom of this, find a way to make it stop. He was going to need to risk a lot to see if any of his theories as to why this is happening were true, and if not then find out what the hell was going on. To get any of this done, Erratum was going to have to risk himself. He needed to know just what was going on and how to stop it.

Meaning Erratum was going to have to spend time with Error and conduct experiments without the other skeleton noticing what was going on.

But it should be fine, he used to destroy Universes for a forced job - a forced way of life really - and fought for his life daily against others. Erratum was used to danger and pain, he should be fine.

Maybe....Probably. Iffy really. 'Stars was he going to fuck this up in every way imaginable.'

Erratum nearly flipped over his desk when someone knocked on the door.

Turning to the door, Erratum sighed before answering, praying that it wasn't Nightmare coming to hunt him down. "YeS? COmE iN."

Erratum nearly went slack once Killer walked in and not Nightmare. A Killer!Sans he could work with. In fact, Killer reminded Erratum of Slayer - his little genocidal Sans. And Erratum wasn't above saying that he favored Nightmare's little gang, including Slayer. It just made Erratum all the more protective of them, as they were his.

"hElLO KiLLER." Erratum gave a smile, mentioning for the student to come up to the desk. "WhAT DO yOU nEEd? iSN't iT YOUr lUNcH TimE?" Erratum asked once he noticed Killer carrying his lunch and had his messenger bag on him.

Killer shifted in front of the desk as the teacher looked at him. He lightly flushed and coughed. "Y-You said that we could come to you for anything right?"

Straightening up with a serious frown on his face, Erratum nodded in agreement. "yES."

"W-We'll...I don't really have any friends and some kids try to mess with me during lunch." Killer muttered making Erratum frowned, wondering how he can get the names out of the teen and hunt them down if needed, when Killer went on. "S-So...I was wondering if I could eat lunch here?" Killer suddenly looked very nervous, waving his free hand. "If not then I could as Mr. Nightmare-"

"iT's FINE." Erratum waved off the teen's concern, making said teen slump with relief. "If yOU evER nEED a PLAcE tO RUN tO, YOU caN COME hERe. If i AM noT hERE, tHEN yoU caN fiND mE aND i WILL mAKe anoTHEr plAcE foR yOU oR coME bacK So yOU caN eaT."

with a shy smile and flushed face, Killer sat down in one of the front seats that was the closes to the desk and started to eat his lunch. Erratum opened a compartment in his desk and pulled out a pair of knitting needles and some pastel pink yarn. The dark skeleton once read that pink had a calming effect on others, so might as well try it out.

Kill gulped down some of his sandwich, glancing up to his now knitting teacher. Word had hit him from his fellow students in homeroom about their suspicions on Mr. Erratum. It worried him but he would try his hardest for such a loving teacher. One who told him that he could look for him and he would try his hardest to give him a safe place. Something no one else has ever done. But how to get information naturally? Without suspicion?

"M-Mr. Erratum?" Erratum glanced up to the nervous student, hands never stopping their knitting. "W-What are your parents like?"

Erratum leaned back, still knitting, and tried to think on what he could say without giving himself away. To tell the truth yet not the full truth Thinking back on all the Gasters in his Multiverse, most were not the best Fathers. Maybe good to his kingdom, but not to his children. Sure, some Gasters were down right nice and the best Fathers/brothers/lovers, but for every good Gaster there were a hundred or hundreds of bad Gasters. So statically speaking....

"i oNLy hAD a FatHER i tHinK, NEvER SAw a MOTHEr bEfoRE wiTh HIm." Erratum started to say, looking for the right words and trying not to out right lie to the teen. Killer sat up and listened closely. "mY MemORies oF My FatHER aRE FuZY. BuT lOOkinG bAcK oN iT, THat coULD bE bEacuSE oF aLL THE hEad WOuNDS, EmoTiONal DistrESS, bLOCkING iT OUt Of mY MINd, anD FroM aLL thE pAIN noW tHAT i'M thInKINg aBoUT iT." Erratum muttered to himself the last part as he thought back to how he started in the Anti-VOID and after, not really noticing or caring if Killer heard that part. Erratum shook his head and looked back to Killer. Deciding to base his 'father' like the more common Gaster, as statistically speaking that is how his was most likely like. "i DON't RemEmbER mUCh abOUT hIM, buT i'M pReTtY SuRE hE waSN't a GoOD FathER. a GooD MOnsTER whO DOEs hiS bEst fOR thE coMmuniTY mAybE, buT noT a GOOd FaTHEr. i tHiNk a lOT oF pEOpLE likED hIM aND NEvER noTicED he WAs a bAD paRENT, iGnoRanCe iS bLiSS." There, statistically speaking this was all the truth. And with adding a 'I think's and 'Maybe's in there, he is not stating this as all fact. So no lie is in there. Nice and vague. Then Erratum got curious, just how different was Killer from his little Slayer? "WhAT abOUt YOu?"

'Emotional distress? Pain? Head wounds?!' Killer's sandwich had long ago fell from his hands and back into his lunchbox, his hands still in the air as if holding the now fallen sandwich. The scars on Mr. Erratum's skull having a whole new meaning and story to them, one that made Killer shiver because he knew it had to take some force to leave behind permanent scars of that level on the adult. Never mind the fact that his teacher's words on his own Father leaved much to be desired but also painted a grim picture. 'Wasn't a good Father', 'A good Monster who did his best for the community' and 'A lot of people liked him and never noticed he was a bad parent, ignorance is bliss' told Killer a lot, he wasn't a idiot. 

'Wasn't a good Father' could translate into a lot. It could mean the glitching teacher's Father abused him, ignored him, neglected him, abandoned him, or lot others do the abuse for him. All of them holding abuse of some kind. 'A good Monster who did his best for the community' and 'A lot of people liked him and never noticed he was a bad parent, ignorance is bliss' go hand in hand. Maybe the other's Father did his best and was well loved and received, needed in the community. Those in high positions and/or power can get away with a lot after all because they have the power and are seen as needed. Killer can remember in past history classes hearing about those sort of things, where someone high up in the social ladder doing bad things and everyone turning a blind eye because of the other's power, wealth, connections, and/or it was for the 'greater good' because they were needed.

All in all, this wasn't a pretty picture and just gave more evidence to the student's theory that Mr. Erratum is being abused or has been. And if Killer can see this, if other students have, then why hasn't someone else? Like the teachers or just people on the streets? How and why has it be going on for so long if this is the case?

Killer gulped, focusing on the sewing teacher who was knitting something with light pink yarn who was staring back at him. It took a moment, but the teacher's question finally hit him and he flushed once he realized he had been staring at the teacher without answering him.

"M-My parents are never home really, they travel a lot for work." Killer muttered, glancing away and playing with his food. "My health isn't the best too, so they have to work to pay for all the bills....But on the upside I get the whole house to myself!" Killer have a brittle grin, missing the dark look that his teacher was sporting at this new information.

Erratum wanted to hit something, or someone really, for doing this to a child. He understood working a lot and being away, he had the issue too with the Charas, but they could have set something up to make sure that he was okay. Erratum had gotten the older Charas to watch out for the younger ones, he had put a system in place for comfort and as a fall back system because he couldn't always be there for them. Just as well too, because now he can never be there for them. It all worked out then on his end, but Killer? His own parents have left him with no one to watch him? It didn't make sense. Even he made sure that Granny G could watch Null and Void before leaving.

Something don't change it seems no matter the Multiverse. His little Slayer had been ILL and had quite the EFFECT on his SOUL before he convinced Original Nightmare to let him feel once more, getting ride of the EFFECT and slowly the ILL. But in this case, it is different because no one if forcing Killer to get rid of all of his emotions like Original Nightmare did...Right?

"hAVe yOUr pArENTs EvEr TolD yoU stoRiES?" Erratum questioned the teen, when the teen shook his head in negative Erratum went on. "WeLl, hOW abOUt yOU gET eaTiNG," Erratum started, putting away his knitting supplies and then crossed his arms on his desk. He could remember one time calming Slayer, the first time they actually met and talked. "AnD i cOULd tElL yOU a fEW stORIEs bEfoRE YOu hAVe tO gET tO yOUR nEXt ClAss. abOUt WoRlDS lONg lOst TO TimE anD DestRucTION AnD thE mONStERS tHAT lIVEd iN tHEM."

"S-Stories?" Killer stilled before he slowly picked up his slightly messy sandwich back up. His parents never had the time to read or tell him stories growing up, they were too busy to.

"yEaH KID." Killer took in a sharp breath at the soft look and smirk directed at him, fondness and something else in Mr. Erratum's eyes when the teacher lightly touched the blue tear marks on his cheeks. "mOnstERs lIKE uS havE tO stiCK TogETHEr. WHO elSE wILL iF noT uS?" Mr. Erratum's smirk grew into a smile, eyes shinning. "bEsiDES, EvERY kID shOUld haVe at leasT ONE stoRY toLD tO tHEM BY soMEOnE iF nOT tHE paRENT. i WisHEd For ONe In anY caSE."

"C-Could you..." Killer eye sockets watered a bit, a memory hitting him.

"Mommy? Daddy? Can you walk me to school? It's my first day! Please-"

"I'm too busy to do that. Your a big boy now, you can walk on your own now."

"I have to pack, I'm leaving in a few hours. I'll see you in a few weeks. I'm too busy for you right now."

Looking at the teacher, Killer's mouth moved on it's own accord, words coming out without a filter. "Could you walk me to my next class when lunch is over?" Killer screwed his eyes shut, waiting to hear the denial.

"SuRE."

Killer's eyes shot open, wide in disbelief as he looked at a nonchalant Mr. Erratum. "Y-You mean it?" Killer whispered out in wonder. "Your not too busy for me?"

Mr. Erratum shrugged. "i DOn'T hAVe clASS tIlL afTEr lUncH EndS, aLL LUnCHeS, ANd THis iS juST tHE sEcoND lUNcH tIMe. BEsiDES," Mr. Erratum grinned with a chuckle. "EvEn iF i hAd clASS nExT, I stIlL WouLD haVE WalkEd yOU iF yOU askED foR iT. iT's NOt LIke iT's FaR, AnD EvEn iF iT wAS i'M fASt ENoUGH tO mAKE iT bAcK To CLaSS in TImE." The tall skeleton leaned back in his chair a bit, eyes never leaving the student. "i AM nEvER tOO bUSy foR yOU, YOu aRE mY stUDEnt aFTER aLL. WhILE i mAY bE bUSy aT tIMes, I wiLL nEvER bE toO buSY noW. iT juST MEaNS i hAVe tO mAKe tIME laTER foR yOU, a pRomiSE tO Do iT tHen iF i caN't DO iT nOW." The teacher swore with a stern face, making Killer's face heat up.

It was something Killer only dreamed of, his parents walking him to school. Any adult really after Killer found out that his parents will never have the time for him. And while it's not the same, Mr. Erratum is making his dream a reality with agreeing to walking him to his next class. No one has ever told him that they would make time for him, that they are not too busy for him. This was the first time anyone told him that they would make time for him later or anytime it was needed. It made him feel good, lighter and warmer.

Killer's SOUL pulsed harder, watching Mr. Erratum smile at him as he took a bit of his sandwich. "T-Tha-ank y-you...." Killer softly muttered into his sandwich, face flushed and eye sockets half lidded as he tried to look anywhere but at the teacher.

With that, the teacher let the student eat as he weaved stories and myths to life. Worlds that had been lost to time, forgotten or abandoned by their creator, or destroyed by the Balance that was needed in life. All different yet the same, different sight and sounds, smells taking over and other worldly cultures that seemed so abstract at times. The teacher told of a King Of Negativity called Mare that fought with his brother the King Of Positivity called Daydream, told him of the fighting for the very worlds that made up a whole Multiverse. How Mare gathered some to his side to fight for and with him, all from different Universes and Worlds. Each showing that not all Worlds are light, that some are darker and bloody. But that doesn't make it bad, just different and apart of the Balance.

The teacher told him of the Creator of Universes called simply the Creator that had long lost the ability to keep the Balance, of how out of control they were in creating. So much so that the very Balance hanged by a thread as Universe were soon to touch one another.

Then the teacher whisper of a Destroyer of Universes that was formed for the very purpose of being the other side of the Balance. Where Creation is there must be Destruction after all. Someone has to be on the other side, someone has to play the bad guy but that doesn't mean that they are bad, just doing their job forced upon them.

Killer was lost in awe at the picture that Mr. Erratum was making. His SOUL was pounding at the very images going around in his skull as he teacher told him of things that he could never have thought of. Important stories that held meanings in them. Of Balance and equality, and what happens when it was not there and ignored.

Erratum meanwhile was remembering better times as he told Killer the story of his Multiverse. It was like the time he had sat Slayer in his lap and done the same thing. And while Slayer may be gone to him now, Erratum could honor that little moment with this. Then when he finally gets home, he can tell his kids more of the same story. What he is telling Killer right now is the very shorter version, but every night he tells his own kids a bit of the true and very much longer version of his life as a bed time and afternoon story.

It helped getting it off his SOUL, even if he has to watch what he says. Don't want to scar any kids for life with the more gory details.

When the bell finally rang to show that the second lunch was over, Killer jolted then slumped with disappointment. He was really getting into the stories that Mr. Erratum has been telling. He especially liked the few about a skeleton Monster called Slayer who killed off his emotions, have the emotions be forced away by King Mare only for the Destroyer to convince him to stop. Mr. Erratum even told a few silly stories about the Slayer character, like when Slayer pranked Daydream and the Creator with some others and it lead to a wild goose chase around the Multiverse that got sillier and sillier as the chase went on. From throwing fruit, tripping over other Monsters and people as they ran and causing mass chaos to being chased by the police as they - both sides - stole a car for shits and giggles in the middle of the Multiverse Chase, just because they could. 

The other side - the ones that got pranked - did it because they wanted to fit in with the Multiverse - even though everyone knew that they did not fit in as they were shooting magical attacks and everyone knew who the two were - and had no common sense in them in that moment, forgetting that they didn't need a car to get to the runaways even if they were driving a car at max speeds because of their anger and frustration.

Killer thought that Slayer sounded like one awesome character and wanted to be as bold as him one day, just without stealing a car or anything illegal.

"So WHaT ClASs DO yOU hAVE NeXt?" Erratum asked once Killer was packed up. Both got up and went out side the classroom, students filling the hallways as Erratum locked up the classroom. "WhAT fLoOR is IT oN? DO yOU hAVe eVErYThiNg YOU NEEd? We cAN sTOP at YoUr lOCkER iF yOU nEEd tO GET somEthING."

"N-No, I have everything Mr. Erratum." Killer flushed lightly when he saw some others paying attention to him and Mr. Erratum, he could even see Mr. Ink smiling behind his hand at them. Yet for some reason, Killer could care less about all that. It warmed him that someone was caring for him. "I have Instrumental Music with Mr. CottonCandy, it's on the first floor in the music section that is in the west building. W-We have to leave the building as this is the north building, so if you don't want to walk me-" Killer started to ramble nervously only to stop once the taller skeleton lightly put his hand on top of his skull. Killer flushed deeper as the teacher gently rubbed the top of his head like a child, the flush only got worse because he realized how much shorter he was to Mr. Erratum. He only went to Mr. Erratum's stomach, making him feel even more childish.

It didn't help that he could see some students watching and laughing, Mr. Ink cooing at them from behind Mr. Erratum. But that didn't matter in the end, only that Mr. Erratum cared enough to do so.

"DOn'T woRRY abOUt THAT KIlLER. i SaID i wOUld WaLK yOU THErE aND i WILL." Mr. Erratum smiled down at him and only took his hand off when he nodded to show he understood. "NoW, WE bEtTER sTaRT WaLKInG iF yOU WanT TO BE oN tIme. If YOUr lAtE, I'LL coVER foR yOU." The teacher smirked as if sharing a secret with him, making him chuckle and nod. "gOOd, lETs gET gOINg."

With that, both started walking to the stairs so that they could get to the first floor and go to the west building.

"Hey, Mr. Erratum?" Killer suddenly questioned, making Erratum hum to show that he was listening as they walked, dodging students and staff alike. "Those stories...Have you ever thought of making them into a book? A series and publishing them? They are really good, I think they would sell for good money."

That made Erratum pause for a second before he went on, looking like he never stopped walking even for that second. He never thought of that option before. Erratum really wanted to get his kids a better home and money was needed for that. It didn't have to be a big house, but one with a fenced in backyard would be nice. In a nice neighborhood too. He would need money for them to go to school, need money to get them lessons for whatever they wanted to do. Stealing can only get him so far, when the kids get older it is only going to get harder.

His online business is still in the small stages but is slowly getting followers and jobs. And being a teacher is a steady paycheck, but who knows when he'll be fired. So making a book series or just a bunch of books on what he has seen, heard, saw, felt, and lived would be a good way to get money. He had a ton of options to write about after all. He could write about his life from when he was formed and beyond, that alone would take a huge amount of books as he has lived for so many years and he would be writing the good and the bad that comes with everything. He could also write about all the different AU's, the culture in them, the myths that come from them and so much more. There is also writing about the Charas, the Balance, Fate, the whole Multiverse and how it works. So many options and ways that he could fill up all the libraries in this world and still have book left over.

It was like with the sewing, Erratum has seen so many different types of clothing in his years alive that he could make a living sewing clothing until the end of the world he was standing in. It was the same with the option of writing books, writing about his life alone would take so many books that he would be writing until the end of time without even including the other things he could write about. The only thing he had to make sure of was the names that he used in them and how to describe them - best do it in a vague way - as to make sure no one gets suspicious of him.

What a nice thought, to get this life out in the open without anyone knowing. But, it would mean that others would hear his side of the story, his side of things even if they think it is fiction. Not many have take the time to hear him out. It is something that few have ever done or thought of doing. A nice 'FUCK YOU' to Inky too, letting a whole Multiverse, a whole world, hear of his recklessness as well.

And it's not like Erratum ever sleeps or eats. Writing books is a option that he has to consider.

"tHANkS foR tHE iDEa KilLER." Erratum smirked down at the smiling teen in thanks. "If I WriTE ANyThING oR puBliSH a bOOK, yOU'LL bE onE of THE fiRsT TO knOW."

Killer smiled behind his books, SOUL fluttering a bit. "Y-Your welcome Mr. Erratum...."

Erratum then looked forward, slightly behind Killer as he lead the way to his new class. He could see so many different Monsters, and some he wished he never had to see again. He caught a glimpse of a Gaster!Sans going around a corner. A student Gaster!Sans. Stars, Erratum hoped to everything above and under that he didn't have that Monster in his class. His ribs have finally healed up, holding steady and no longer in danger of falling off, and he didn't want any flashbacks in the middle of teaching class.

While Erratum's mind was wondering, he never noticed how many students were paying attention to him. Word is spreading fast about the new teacher and many didn't know what to think on him. But seeing that scars on the skull, the tired look in his eyes yet walking tall and with purpose did give meaning to some of the rumors about him. Especially with the way he kept his eyes focused, like searching for threats.

Erratum has no idea how focused teens can be. Sure, he had some teen Charas but those were in different circumstances, they had to unless they wanted the Balance of the AU to go out. But he had no idea how much trouble, how much teens jump to conclusions and really see what is going on. He doesn't know what they see when they look at him. Social standards and things like that confuse him on a good day and frustrate him on a bad day.

Erratum has no idea just what everyone in the school thinks on him and what kind of drama it will bring him when they start to act on it.

Soon both were walking into the west building through a hallway leading into it. With a few more turns, they both stood by a classroom that had it's door open and was seen to be filled with instruments. Students walking in as a adult stood by the door talking to a few students.

"T-Thanks for walking me Mr. Erratum!" Killer grinned brightly when Mr. Erratum softly patted him on the head.

"iT'S FiNE." Erratum waved off the thanks. It wasn't like he was doing anything great for the other, it was just walking the other to a classroom. No big deal. "hAVe a GOOd reST oF tHE dAY kILLEr, bE gOOD." Erratum waved off the short teen to go into the classroom. Killer flushed with a big smile on his face and all but ran into the classroom, tripping over his own feet as he did so.

Erratum sighed, turning to start the walk back to his classroom when the adult spoke to him.

"Are you the new teacher? Mr. Miscalculation?"

With a silent groan, Erratum turned only to blink at he finally looked at the teacher. Coming to Erratum's shoulders stood a Sugar!Sans. Wearing a pink and dark blue jacket, a light blue shirt with some music notes on it, pink pants and blue and pink shoes he looked different, but the face wasn't. Even with the sunglasses on, Erratum could see the blue around the other's eyes sockets and the heart on the forehead really stood out.

The name CottonCandy made so much more sense now.

"yES, CaLL ME ERRaTUM." Erratum started, shifting his body and taking a step closer in curiosity. He could feel something off about this Monster, and it wasn't because he was a Sugar!Sans either. "yOUR coTTonCanDY?"

"Yes, but most either call me Cotton or CC for short." Cotton smiled brightly at the other, taking in the new comers glitchey voice. It was like it was frequently going up and down, covered in slight static. Even Error's voice isn't like that. "I teach this classroom on musical instruments, I hope we get along!" Cotton then motioned to the classroom in curiosity. "Do you play any?"

"i CAn pLAy THe viOlIN. i KNOW hOW tO pLAy a FEw pIEcES oN thE haRP ToO alONg WIth OtHEr stRINg inSTRumENTs." Erratum admitted freely. While he had only known the the violin at first, he had a lot of time on his hands at first when he lost his anger. And string instruments always fascinated him, the harp especially. He had no idea why this was the case, but he went with it and stole what he needed and taught himself by using portals to watch classes on it all to teach himself how to play them. In the end though, he was better and always knew how to play the violin for some reason. "i'M bEtTER aT THE vIolIn thOuGH."

"Really!" Cotton gave a delight gasp, clapping his hands together. Maybe he could get a duet partner and a new friend out of this. "We should play something together eventually. Maybe even for the students!"

Erratum watched how the other moved, how he shifted, and then it hit him. "yoUR bLinD." Erratum bluntly stated.

Cotton gave a sad smile, hand going to his sunglasses. "You must be wondering about the sunglasses or heard about it, but yes I am blind.....Does this bother you?" Cotton asked hesitantly. He knew that some people hated others with disabilities for whatever reason, so he wanted to be careful.

"NO, i KNoW thE fEELinG." Erratum hid a cringe, hand going to his skull. Fingering the scars, marks and chips around and on his eye sockets, Erratum remembered back to all the times he has been blinded by others - mostly Inky - throughout the years. It had been a pain in the ass getting used to it and then getting used to seeing again. But on the upside Erratum can fight completely blind now, even when that strange other protected him. Using all his senses and magic, Erratum could even low-key feel others a bit better then with his sight, although he never found out who protected him sadly.

"You....know the feeling?" Cotton frowned, not understanding what the other was meaning with that. "What do you mean?"

"i'VE bEEn bLiNDEd QuiTE a FEw TImEs. yOU WOUlD bE surpriSED WhAt BlOWs tO THE hEaD cAN DO, EspeCIalLy bEinG bAshED WiTH a PIEcE oF WOoD." Erratum explained shortly, not seeing Cotton's eyes widen behind his dark sunglasses. "i LOSt coUNt hOW mANy tIMEs i'V lOSt MY SiGHT AND foR hOW loNG EaXH tIME wAS. I tHINK tHE lONgEST WaS A yEaR oR tWO." Erratum chuckled. "iT WaS a pAIn IN tHE ASs lEaRNinG EvERyTHinG agAIN, BUt NOW iF i EvER gET bLIndED agAIN i shOUld BE gOOD. DO yOU kNOW hoW TO SenSE oTHErS?" Erratum questioned, wondering how the other could even keep the kids in line unless he could. Not that he had any trouble makers yet, but it is only the first day and he hasn't had all his classes yet.

"Y-Yes, I can...I-I also have a seeing eye dog to help me if I need to, but I have the whole school memorized. My sister, Fika, helps me get to and from work as well, helping me at home." Cotton rambled on slightly, now understanding what the other teachers were whispering about. No Monster openly admits to being blinded horrifically multiple times, sometimes even with a weapon. Something defiantly wasn't right here.

Erratum raised a brow at the sister part, but rolled with it. Just means that things are really different here and he should be taking that as a gift right now. "lUCkY. I NEvER hAD ANy oF thAT. i MEan ReALLy, WHEN i gOt bLinDed iT onLy gOT woRSE fOR ME UntIl i lEaRnED tO moVE aROunD wiTHouT siGHt, SEnsINg hOW tO gET aROUnd. AnD THAt's StIlL noT foOL pROoF." Erratum grumbled a bit, once again thanking whoever watched over him when he was blinded. But even then he still got hurt sometimes as it took a while for the stranger to find him, which now thinking on that; How did they find Erratum? "WhEn i GoT hURt WhENEvER i WaS bLINd, iT Was WOrSE bEcaUSE oF alL mY sEnSES WoRkiNG oVERtIME fOR my lOST SIGHt." Sighing at those certain memories, Erratum was glad to be gone from his original Multiverse once more.

Cotton was frozen, mind going a million miles in so many different directions at what was being said so calmly and factually, that Erratum thought that what happened to him was normal and fine. It tore at his SOUL at what was being said and heavily implied.

Flinching violently, Cotton was thrown out of his saddening thoughts when the bell rang out suddenly.

"i'LL lEavE yoU tO yOUR ClaSS." Erratum said once the bell finished, turning and then pausing at who he saw. "hEY PApyRUS, SkElETon TEEn i HAvEn't SEEn oR mET BEfoRE, bE gOOD iN ClASS. YOUr lATE, sO GEt gOING." Giving a small wave to the horrified teens as he started walking away back to his classroom in the north building.

A few doors down, Shyren the general music teacher cleared her throat, making the two skeleton's jump. "Cil, Papyrus, get to class please. your not in trouble, but you need to get going." Shyren softly said, making the two quickly walk into Cotton's classroom.

Both Cotton and Shyren looked at one another, frowns on their faces. Looks like they need to keep a ear out on the new teacher after all.

-With Erratum-

'Stars, I have a class next bell...' Erratum slumped a little as he walked, lines of depression coming down his skull as he thought about it. Right now he was randomly walking about, but keeping eye on the time. He wouldn't want to be late on the first day of classes, Granny would string him up and never bake him a single crumb of her cookies again.

Movement out of the comer of his eye made Erratum swiftly straightened and turn his head to to see where the hell he was and what was going on.

Glancing around, Erratum found that he walked into the north building and was above the cafeteria and gym, with him being on the second floor, as what caught his eye was kids running around outside through a window. Stepping closer, Erratum saw that there was a  basketball court, baseball and soccer field, even a tennis court. Hell, there was a football stadium in the distance, and Erratum has seen enough SportTales to know that they hold a track field. Everything was spaced out though, so it wasn't crowded with a normal field taking up space where the kids were playing at. Thinking about it, Erratum did see a eating area on the other side that was closer to the cafeteria for students and teachers to use.

Opening the window, Erratum took in the slight breeze. Propping up his arm on the window, Erratum leaned out a bit to see a student below his window, sitting and watching the playing from a distance.

"HEy KID!" The kid jolted, glancing everywhere but up. "uP hErE!" The kid's head jerked up, a purple and a light blue eyes staring up at him. The kid was wearing a green T-shit with a long sleeved blue one under it, baggy brown pants, purple socks, light blue and white shoes, a crescent moon necklace and he even had a light purple zigzag on his face like Original Cross had.

"DoN't YOu hAve clASS kID?" Erratum asked with a raised brow. This teen was a bit away from where the other students were playing some type of sport, Erratum thinks it's football, but isn't for sure. Even the teachers are over there, Error and Cross. Seems like they joined their classes together for the first day to make things easier on them. "WhY aRE yOU aLL THe WAy oUT HERE?"

The kid frowned, twitching a bit while he looked up at teacher. "I'm sorry sir...." The kid shifted a bit as he looked to the side. "We have a uneven amount of students with both classes together. The two captions for the teams didn't want me, I was the last one standing while everyone else was picked." The kid sighed, looking sad. "Mr. Error and Mr. Cross said that I could play the next game, but I know there won't be time for another game. Not with most of the jocks being here at least. So I came out here to be out of the way I guess....Closer to the door at least."

Erratum was now frowning. He knew what it was like to be excluded, but at least with the kid it wasn't malicious. For Erratum, his exclusion meant isolation and being driven to insanity to later being hated and barely having a friendly word given to him by others. Still doesn't change the fact that it didn't sit right with him to just leave the kid alone. So with a sigh, Erratum straightened up a bit. "jUST a MOmEnT kiD."

With that, Erratum put up a foot the ledge of the window and then jumped out the window, swiftly and silently landing on his feet right in front of the teen, who now was looking up at him with wide eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, Erratum silently admitted to himself that he missed that. Jumping from high places was usually fun as long as Erratum was the one who did the jumping and no one forced him to fall. He loved the wind blowing and roaring all around him, sights and colors mixing together as he gets closer and closer to the ground. But the second floor was nothing, Erratum has jumped from way taller heights before. Maybe with him not aiming to die has a effect on it as well? Thoughts for later.

"i'M ErrATUM, tHE SewIng TeaCHER." Erratum introduced himself as he knelled down in front of where the student sat, holding out one of his hands. "yOU aRE?"

"I-I'm Moonlight Mr. Erratum!" Moonlight answered, still gaping and looking at awe at the teacher as he gripped the offered hand. "I have you for my next class...."

"dO YOU?" Erratum asked back as he tilted his head. "hAVE yOU hEaRD abOUT hoW i SEE mY stuDEntS?"

"My bother, Incubux, has your class before lunch." Moonlight admitted with a small smile as his shock slowly faded. "All he said that your different." Moonlight offered, not wanting to tell the teacher of their suspicions of him or what other students are planning. Who knows how the teacher will react to most of his students deciding to dig in his life? Looking at the Monster in front of him, Moonlight figured it was a toss up between laughing hysterically and finding it hilarious or getting angry and doing something drastic. "But a good different."

"hEh, I'm GlaD thEN. buT NOt WhaT i Was lOOkinG foR." Erratum sighed, rubbing his skull with his free hand. "yOU'LL hEaR thIS agAIN IN clASS, BUt i GuESs i CaN ExplAIN iT noW. yOU ArE mY stuDEnt. kEY-WoRD; MY. mEAninG mINe." Erratum stopped rubbing his skull and pointed to a wide eyed Moonlight. "I doN't hAVE tOO muCH tO caLL mY oWN, SO i Am pRotEctiVE oF whAT iS mINe. ANy iSSuE, anY pROblEM - EvEN iF yoU thINk iT iSn't oNE oR tHAT iT'S StupID - yOU hAVE, yOU CaN comE tO mE WItH iT. i WILL hELp yOU NO mAttER WHAT. i TAkE caRE oF mInE. EvEN iF iT mEAnS thAT yOU DOn't WanT mE aS yoUR tEachER. i WILL QuiT oR gET yoU a DiffEREnT clAsS." Erratum grinned at the shocked teen. "sO youR pRoblEMs aRE mINe ToO. DO yOU unDeRstAND mE?"

All Moonlight could do was nod in answer, SOUL pounding and face stuck in awe at what the teacher was telling him.

"SO i AM gOINg tO asK yOU tHIS; DiD yoU WanT tO plAY? Do YOU WanT tO plAY a gAME? oR ArE yoU reALLy okAY WitH SittiNg hERe?" Erratum questioned, looking straight into the smaller teen's eyes.

Moonlight took in a deep breath as the tall teacher stared him straight in the eyes. Eyes saying 'As long as you can tell me the truth, even a little bit of it, I will never be angry at you.'. For that alone, everything come tumbling out, because he didn't want to disappoint this teacher that was so kind to him. "I really wanted to play! Being picked last would have hurt, but not being picked at all made me feel like I was missing something, like I was lesser! I-I know I'm not the best with football, but I still wanted to try." Moonlight frowned, sucking in a shaking breath. "I-I still want to play something, but I don't want to play with them anymore. It hurts being alone and I don't like it, but I still don't want to play with any of them. They wouldn't like it and might blame me if something goes wrong, or-" Moonlight cut himself off, flushing as he glanced away, feeling like a child whining about something not important to a adult.

"WE'LL, thAT mAkES thIS EaisER tHEn." Erratum chucked as he shook the hand as gently as he could, minding his strength. He never wanted to have a teen or child think or feel anything like he did when he was still the Destroyer and stuck in the Anti-VOID. Feeling like he was nothing, no one important, and all around should just die already because he was a waste of space. "i DOn'T hAVe a cLASS riGHt nOW, sO hOW ABOut YOu plAy a gAME wiTH mE?"

"R-Really?!" Moonlight shot up, forgetting that he was essentially holding his teacher's hand in his excitement and confusion. "I-I'm not very good at sports Mr. Erratum. I mean, no one picked me-"

"I'M noT 'NO onE'." Erratum cut off the rambling student, standing up and looking down at the student that came to his lower chest. "SO WHaT iF tHEY dIDn't PICk YOU? i'M piCKinG yOU. I aM noT abOUT TO lEaVE oNE oF mY StUDEnts ALONE." Erratum frowned in disgust at the very thought. "IF yOU WaNt tO plAy a gAME WE cAN. FoRgET tHE oTHErs, WE'LL hAVe SO mUCH fUN THEY wiLL WiSH thEY hAD piCKED yOU. bEsiDES, IN tHE enD thEY doN't mATTer. WHAt mATTerS hERE iS tHAT yOU hAVE fUN AND maYBE lEarn SOMEthINg hERE. bUt hOnEStlY, yOUr mOST lIKEy tO hAVE fUN bEcaUSE i DOn'T uNDerSTAnd a LOt abOUT pHySicaL EducaTION. SO...YAY?" Here Moonlight gave a tiny smile making Erratum's own smile soften. "THErE WE gO, A smILE FItS yOU WaY BEttER. I onlY asK tHAT iT'S noT fOOTbALL, i DOn't UNDeRSTAnd THE rULES. SO hOW abOUt bASketbALL?" That, and with Erratum's reflexes it might turn into a suicide match for whoever thought it was a wise idea to try and tackle him. He knows he might forget his strength and that he has done it before a few times at home, he accidentally broke a door a few times. Forming a door back is easy, but time consuming and he has no idea if he can form a Monster back with magic and the Codes so he doesn't want to try that now.

"Okay!" Moonlight brightly grinned as the new teacher lightly lead him to where the courts are. "But I don't know how to play really." Moonlight frowned, looking off to the side. "I can't throw the ball right..."

"i'LL TEaCH yOU, thAT's WHAt a tEachER is FOR RIghT?" Erratum chuckled with a smile when Moonlight grinned brightly up at him, reminding him of Null and Void when he agrees to teach them something. So he couldn't help but lightly patting the other's head, making the other flush with a slight pout, a smile breaking it's way through. Taking off his hand, Erratum then tugged the teen after him as he headed to the basketball courts, seeing some basketballs in a basket near it. "NOW i mIGhT bE a bIT ruSTy, i hAVEn'T plAyED iN yEARS. SO i'M suRE yoU'lL bE ouT plaYINg ME In nO TImE."

"I don't think that's true Mr. Erratum!" Moonlight laughed, grin growing and looking like he had never been sad as Mr. Erratum lead him to the basketball court. "I'm sure that's impossible for me to do."

"NoNSEnSE MoONliGHt, yOU'LL gET iT." Mr Erratum sternly yet gently told him as they reached the court. "WE CAn plAy anYtIME LATer WHEN WE hAVE tHE TIME. i DON't miND TEacHINg yoU hoW tO plAY mORE tHEN onCe iF i NEED tO. AND iF yOU DON't lIKE tHE gAME, WE cAN plAY SOmEthING ELSe. WHAT mAttERS rIGht nOW iS havINg fUN anD rUbbINg iT iN tHE othER's fACES. doN't SEE WHy tHEy DIDn't pICk yOU. NO StuDENt oF mINe is GoinG tO BE lEft Out iF i HAVE anYThinG To SAY abouT iT." Mr. Erratum muttered out loud as he opened the courts, making him feel warm.

When Moonlight wasn't picked for a team when Mr. Error and Mr. Cross let them play in the field together after they were done talking to them about everything, he honestly felt like he had been shot. Not being picked at all is worse then even being picked last, it was like the other teens were mocking him, picking on him for not being enough. It made him feel worthless. So much so that he didn't even want to be near them in fear that he might say something or do something rash. So he went closer to one of the doors leading outside, sitting and watching the others have fun while he had to wait for a game that was sure to last the whole class time as it held the more competitive students and jocks.

So when what seemed to be a ever changing voice called out to him, he was shocked. More so when he looked up at see a face that was much like Mr. Error's only more mature, older and down right other worldly looking down at him. With the sun shinning down the adult, he could make out scars and the eyes seemed so old to him.

The shock only got worse when the teacher jumped out the window. It may only be the second floor, but that shouldn't matter. Not when the teacher landed with such grace that is spoke of said teacher experience with landing from jumps. It honestly worried Moonlight a bit at how silent and swiftly, how graceful, the adult jumped and landed. It spoke that he had done it many times or was just that good. And after talking to him a bit, Moonlight thinks it's a mixture of both.

Mr. Erratum, after offering his hand and talking to him, reminded Moonlight of a parent more then a teacher. Teachers hold a more professional edge, he should know as he is the son of one. With Mr. Erratum, he is more personal. With patting his head gently and leading him around with holding his hand, it took him back when he was younger and his brother or Dad would do the same. No hidden agenda with Mr. Erratum, the teacher honestly wanted him to have fun because he was his student.

Incubux had mentioned Mr. Erratum to Moonlight, spoke of how Mr. Erratum wasn't eating and of what the other students are saying and doing. How someone could hurt the taller skeleton Moonlight will never know. And not just for the fact that Mr. Erratum looks like he could kick ass while taking names for days on end, but for how kind he was. How soft the teacher's smile looks as his eyes turn gentle when he smiled down at him, happy for his laughter as if it was a gift to just hear it.

All the other teachers would have forced him to go stand with the class or wouldn't have listened to him, or only hearing what they want to hear. But the sewing teacher listened to his whining, thought of a way to cheer him up and offered up his time to teach him how to play a game. Others would have said they were too busy for such things, yet Mr. Erratum did it with no hesitation and seemed happy to do it. It was new and Moonlight loved it.

So when Mr. Erratum let go of his hand and offered him a basketball when they were in the court, Moonlight grinned and took it with no hesitation. Willing to listen and play with this strange new dangerous looking yet kind teacher. Anything for the one who seemed willing to give it all to Moonlight, willing to play as long as it was needed, willing to do it again, and didn't hesitate to claim him as one of his, like he was one of his kids to be frank. When the glitching teacher said 'No student of mine is going to be left out if I have anything to say about it.' it sounded like 'No kid of mine is going to be left out if I have anything to say about it.' and it made Moonlight smile all the more bigger. Sweet,heart warming. Admittedly a bit weird, but all the same sweet for the teacher to take in his student as if he was his own. It just means that Moonlight should do the same to the teacher.

What the two never noticed is that others had noticed and watch their interaction with each other.

Error and Cross had no idea what to do when Moonlight wasn't picked at all, but knew they couldn't force him in the game. Not only would it make the teams uneven and therefor unfair - which they had a long talk with both their classes about fairness in games and sports - it was also not right to force him in that could cause friction or for the teams to use him as a scapegoat if something went wrong or they lost. So both teachers decided to leave him out and just let him play next game, either in this game or in another next time they played. Which could happen sooner rather then later as it is the first week and Cross had a small class to teach, sometimes no class at all so he helped Error out during his class sometimes.

Then when Moonlight went and sat down near the doors that lead into the building, Cross texted Nightmare to see if he could escape his class to check on his son. It was the first day and stress can be high for the students, and Nightmare could get away for a few moments to check on his son because he didn't have anything to teach besides the classroom rules and what the year will hold. So when Nightmare texted that he was on his way, Cross wasn't worried about Moonlight too much, he and his dad will work it out.

So it was a surprise when Error elbowed him. Blinking, Cross opened his mouth to say something only to see Error looking over in the distance. Following the other's line of sight, Cross was shocked to see Erratum leaning out of a second story window to talk down at a still siting down Moonlight. And while they couldn't hear them talking, Cross knew that it wouldn't be bad from how relaxed they both looked.

Then Erratum jumped out the window. Calmly jumped out the window like he did it everyday. It didn't matter that it was just the second story, it was the principle of the matter, and how nonchalant and graceful the new teacher looked while doing it. Teacher either had nerves of steel or has done this more then once, and thinking about it both teachers thinks its both.

Both watched as Erratum knelled down and talked to Moonlight, it eventually leading them to shake hands and not let go each others hands. Error and Cross both jolted a bit when Moonlight shot up, thinking that something was wrong, only to soften when Erratum got up and started leading Moonlight out after patting the teen's head. Error snorted when he saw them going to the basketball court, but Cross had eyes on something else. More like someone else who was now coming out the door that Moonlight was closes to.

It seems like Nightmare had ran to see his son, only to find out that it wasn't needed in the end.

The moment Nightmare had gotten the text, checking it once he let the students talk after he was done explaining everything, he was up and walking out the door, telling the students he would be back soon and be good or else. First days are stressful for students, and Nightmare knew his sons were no different. For a teen, school can be a scary and stressful place. He wanted his sons to have fun in school though, to look back on these days fondly. After seeing what was wrong, he will see what was wrong and fix it or talk to Moonlight to make things better if he couldn't. That's if Moonlight will even talk to him. Sometimes his sons just didn't want to say anything.

So it was a shock once he opened a door a crack and heard Erratum talking to his son from a window on the second floor.

Not wanting to interrupt, Nightmare just leaned on the door and listened in, wanting to see where this goes. Being still and silent so that they don't notice him.

Seeing Erratum jump out a window, very neatly at that reminding Nightmare of a predator or a cat, just so that he could talk to his son was shocking. Why would a new teacher, a stranger do that? It didn't make sense until they both started talking.

Nightmare realized that Erratum's mind must work in a different way, he has read about it many times about great people who thought differently then others. To Erratum, it seems like there is 'His' and 'Not His', what is 'Mine' and 'Not'. Thinking about it, it made terrible sense to Nightmare. Erratum admitted to not owning much, little to call his own and for abuse cases it is common, so he must be doing that to fill up a void in his SOUL with claiming people as his. Like a makeshift family almost. 

While his mind might be on a different wavelength and go about thinking differently then others, Nightmare could admit that Erratum is doing a good job. He got Moonlight to open up, told the teen that he would make things better no matter, even if it meant being fired. 'Would', not 'if'. Then he picked up the pieces of what was going on, getting Moonlight to smile.

Hearing how Moonlight felt about everything that happened made Nightmare shocked, but not because he felt that way, but because he opened up so much to Erratum with little to no digging.

All Nightmare could do was watch with wide eyes as Erratum patted his son head, telling him that he looks better with a smile and lead him out to go play a game with him so that Moonlight didn't feel left out anymore. Erratum treated Moonlight like he was his own child, and maybe that was where the 'Mine' was coming from.

Erratum is treating his students like they were his own kids, tacking a more personal approach to them all unlike where the others take a more professional approach like they were taught to. But then again, Erratum never got a teaching degree, the taller teacher probably doesn't know how to treat students, so he treats them like they were his because that's the only way can in his mind. Assumptions this may be, but everything was pointing in that direction. More time and proof would have to come though before Nightmare was certain about Erratum and his teaching style much less his past. It still didn't change the fact about what was going on in front of him.

Erratum was treating Moonlight like a son.

Erratum was treating Nightmare's own son like his own and doing a great job at it.

Putting a hand to his chest, Nightmare let the door shut and then leaned his forehead on the door, face flushing purple. Wide eyes looking down and with a pounding SOUL, Nightmare didn't know why he felt this way. Gulping, all Nightmare could see was Erratum's soft smile and gentle eyes as he patted Moonlight's head, looking for all to see like a loving father.

For some reason, Nightmare wanted to see that again. Wanted to see Erratum smile like that again.

Shaking off those thoughts, Nightmare slowly stood straight and shook his head. He had no time for such thoughts, he had a class to get back to now that he knew Moonlight was going to be okay. Opening the door, he gave Cross and Error a small wave, making them wave back, before he chanced a glance over to the basketball court.

Moonlight was clumsily trying to dribble a ball with Erratum right by him, coaching him through it all gently yet firmly. When Moonlight took a few steps and didn't loose the ball, he beamed so brightly that Nightmare lost his breath. Moonlight then said something making Erratum laugh and wave his hand.

Forcing himself to look away, Nightmare closed the door and swiftly went back to his classroom. Not understanding why he was feeling so warm.

He just hoped that his cheeks would soon loose their color when he finally gets back to the classroom. Don't want the kids talking about it or asking any questions.

-Erratum's Classroom, Last Period-

"-sO afTEr thAT, i thREW iT Up." Erratum answered promptly. "rEmEbER kIDS; poiSOns ARE danGEroUS AnD caN mEsS yOu uP. SO DOn'T BE a AsSholE a pOiSon somEOne eLES oR bE stupID ANd dO iT tO yoURSElF. tHAt AND don'T fiGHt poiSonEd unLEsSS yOU hAvE tO." Erratum sighed, just thinking back to all the times Mare poisoned him for giggles and the trouble that followed after said poisonings. "iN anY caSE, thAT's tHE reASoN WhY i hAVe thIS scaR." Erratum pointed to a scar that was on his chin. "DoES thAT ansWER yOUr QuEstIOn ReD?"

Red, a UnderFell!Sans, gulped and nodded. The short student had asked where he had gotten that 'cool looking' scar from. And after asking which one he was talking about, as Erratum has a number of scars although he doesn't think they're very cool, he had said the one on his chin that was more jagged then the others.

That scar was one Erratum remembered getting, so he answered truthfully but vaguely as he could.

Just when Erratum was about to open his mouth to see if anyone else had any questions, the final bell rang.

The heavens opened up, angles singing the chorus of the holy while bright light descended from the sky because of the parting clouds as Erratum dismissed the class. The glitch could have flipped his desk and jumped out the window in joy all the while laughing hysterically. Because he was finally FREE!

Once the last student was out, Erratum rushed to pack up his things. Not a whole lot, just a few items and papers into his messenger bag and putting on his trench coat he was ready to leave this place.

Opening the door and locking it, Erratum headed down the hallway and to the stairs. Waving to students that greeted him, Erratum kept walking at a fast pace, just wanting to get home and get to his kids. Honestly he would use a 'shortcut' if he could in the building, but it would be suspicious if he messed with the cameras and wasn't seen walking out of the school. So he would need to find a spot outside to do it, with no one seeing him too. It shouldn't be too hard to find a alleyway to teleport to another empty spot. He may need to teleport more then once though to make sure no one sees him. He can't just teleport right in front of people, that's asking for trouble.

The front doors were in sight, Erratum was home fre-

"Mr. Miscalculation!"

'So close yet so far!' Erratum mentally cried, hand almost going up and out longingly to where the doors as if to touch them and cry out to where his freedom stood but he controlled himself.

Taking in a deep breath to calm himself - He needed to see his children! This was the longest he had been away from them. Not even calling them almost every chance he had didn't help his anxiety. When Null had asked when he was coming home in that sad little voice and Void had cried out for him, only calming down when he held onto a doll that looked like Erratum from what Granny had said, Erratum wanted to teleport home right then and there. But he couldn't and it tore him up inside. - Erratum turned his head to see a Genocide!Sans running up to him with some papers in his arms.

"Mr. Miscalculation! I'm glad I got to you before you left." The shorter skeleton - who came up to Erratum's shoulders - sighed in relief when he stood by the glitching skeleton. "I'm Geno, the secretary." Geno introduced himself with a smile.

"cALL mE ERRaTuM. nOW, WhAT dO YOu WanT?" Erratum frowned, tugging at his scarf in annoyance. "i nEeD tO GEt hoME SooN." Erratum held back the 'I want to be home right now, so move or be moved.' he wanted to add, but thought better of it as it is the end of the day. Not to mention it was weird to see Genocide!Sans - Genocide - without blood leaking from a huge wound on the chest or at least the mouth. But Erratum figures that something like that could actually lead to death quickly in this Multiverse unlike in his. It was a bit strange seeing it, but a welcome change. Makes him look less like Genocide.

"Sorry, I'll be quick then." Geno shifted some of the papers before lifting one up. "You need to finish your paperwork. Some questions have been left blank! Like how old you are-"

"i DON't knoW hOW olD I aM." Erratum cut off Geno, knowing what he was talking about. Some questions he couldn't truthfully answer. For parents, Erratum had put in the Codes that his parents had left/died so he put on the paper that due to so many head wounds his past is fuzzy, so he doesn't remember their names. For age he has a alibi for that, as he put in the Codes that the place where he was born at had a fire so his birth certificate is gone and he doesn't know where the original is. "mY bIRtH CerTiFIcATe iS goNE AnD thE orIginAL onE iS lOST."

"B-But haven't you ever celebrated your birthday? How many birthday parties have you had?" Geno sputtered out in surprise, not expecting that answer.

"hA!" Erratum laughed at that thought. "i'vE nEvER haD a pARtY bEfoRE, mUCH lESS onE foR mE! ANd i cOUlDn't KEEp TRaCk oF thE yEaRS iN thAT WhiTE roOM." Erratum chuckled, completely ignoring the gaping skeleton, glossing over just what the Anti-VOID really is and was. "iS tHAT alL? I knoW i AM lEgaL agE iF tHAT's tHE iSSue. I'm pRetTY suRE i'M olDer THEn yoU ToO." Erratum offered, but not giving out just how much older he thinks he is compared to Geno. Saying that he is older then the world might make someone call the police and the next thing Erratum knows someone is running to him with a white jacket in their arms.

'White room?!' Geno gulped, trying not to think on just how long the skeleton in front of him was trapped in a white room. From Erratum's words alone, Geno gets the feeling that he doesn't see anything wrong with it, from what he is implying. Shivering, Geno shook his head in negative. "That's all, sorry to bother you." Geno took in a deep breath, calming himself. There was something wrong with this new teacher, something off. For some reason, Geno wanted to cry and apologizes. But why? Geno hasn't done anything or even met this Monster in front of him before he started working at the school. "I'll see you tomorrow Erratum."

With a grunt, Erratum gave a nod and swiftly left the building. Dogging students and other adults alike, Erratum silently blended in with the shadows. With no one paying attention or even seeing him, Erratum turned into a dark alleyway a block away from the school. Making a small portal, Erratum searched for a place to teleport to that was near the apartments. After a few minutes, the glitch of a skeleton found a long, dark alleyway that had so many twist and turns but led to a deadened. Something you would only see in horror films really when the character runs and dies at the end.

But frankly speaking, Erratum knew he was far more scarier then anything else in this Multiverse; So bring it bitch. He would be more amused then anything if someone tries to hurt him. But stars forbid for the other guy if they hurt those that are his.

They would learn quick and in a hurry why many feared Erratum, why many died by his hands.

In any case, the alleyway was ten blocks away from his apartment and was covered in shadows, perfect for him.

With that, Erratum waved the portal away. Taking a step, he took a shortcut to where he was headed. With a blink, Erratum was gone.

-Erratum's Apartment-

"Do you think Daddy will like them?" Null pouted up at his Granny, tugging on her skirt. "They look different from yours...."

Gina giggled lightly at the little boy's doubtful face, but she knew he just wanted the best for his Father.

After Erratum had called during lunch time in the school, it drove home to the boys that their Father would be busy most of the time during the week. Making them miss him all the more. Void had cried and screamed, making Gins worry as nothing was working to calm him down. It wasn't until Null had given Void a doll that Erratum made to look like himself that Void calmed down, giggling and cooing at the doll like it was actually Erratum right in front of him.

Null, on the other hand, decided he wanted to make Erratum something for when he came home. It warmed her heart once the blue dressed boy came to her and asked her to help him make her famous cookies with him, knowing that Erratum loved them to bits. When asked why, Null had told her that he wanted to give his Daddy a gift because he was doing so much for them, even though he wanted to be home.

It should have unnerved Gina how sharp and observant Null is, but it didn't. Look at Erratum after all, he must have gotten it from his father. Besides, it wasn't hard to see that Erratum would rather be home with the boys at all times and only went for the job because he needed to money for his family. Erratum was a parent and family Monster, something that Gina loved to see in this day and age.

That's how they all ended up in the small kitchen, all three helping out. Void even helped mix up the batter - Gina held up Void in her arms and his hand, guiding his stirring so that it wasn't messy. -. Sure, the cookies came out a little burnt and misshaped unlike how she made them, but Gina knew that Erratum would love each and everyone one of them.

"Honey, if you have your Father a weed or a rock he would think it was the holy grail of treasure." Gina assured the little skeleton. It wasn't hard to see that Erratum would be happy with anything that his sons gave him, even a pile of dirt, because it was from his sons. In fact, now that she thinks about it, if the boys had given Erratum a mud pie to eat, she is pretty sure he would eat it because the boys gave it to him. Not pretend either, but truly eat it because they worked hard on it for him. "As long as it is form you boys, Erratum will love it more then anything."

Null beamed up at his Granny, feeling better then ever. Void bounced where he sat, cuddling the Erratum doll close, before grinning and looking to the front door.

Gina laughed when she heard the front door unlocking then opening because as soon as that sounded out, Null and Void were gone.

"DADDY!"

"DA~!"

"mY lITTlE tErrORs!"

Gina turned, smiling at sight greeted her. Erratum opening his arms wide for the children to run/crawl into. Once they were in his arms, he swooped them up, spinning around with them and bouncing around, making both boys giggle and shriek with delight.

After a few moments, Erratum stopped but kept the children in his arms as he walked to the kitchen once he caught sight of her. Erratum's eyes were glittering with joy and while his smile still looked to be tired and broken, there was happiness in it as well.

"i SmElL CooKIES gRAnnY." Gina snorted lightly at that, at how Erratum already figured that the boys had been good so there was no point in asking about it. That, and how obsessed he is with her cookies. Gina swears to start making different cookies so that he at least has some variety.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Null lightly tugged on his Daddy's scarf while in his arms, making him turn and look down at him with a hum. "Me and Void made you cookies! Granny helped us because we don't know how to use the stove and use the knives because you said we couldn't."

"Dada~" Void cooed out, climbing so that he was leaning on his Father's shoulders so that he could pat his Father's cheeks in affection while his free hand was clutching the Erratum doll. "Coo'ie~"

"Welcome home Erratum." Gina welcomed, only to loose her breath when Erratum grinned wide. Eyes shinning and looking at the three of them in wonder.

It was like he was thinking 'How did I even get something so precious when I don't deserve it?'

That look warmed her but broke her heart a bit.

Erratum chuckled when both boys shoved a cookie at him to eat, which he did so without prompting. How he got this, a family, he will never know. He sure as hell didn't deserve it, but he sure as hell wants to keep them close.

"So, how was your first day of work?" Gina asked softly as she sat down at the counter, Erratum doing the same only with the boys on his lap and munching on a cookie. "Did anything special happen? No troublemakers?"

"nO oNE gAVE mE ANy TRouBLE." Erratum snorted at the thought, all his kids were quiet and listened to him, and he didn't think any of the teachers were stupid enough to try and give him any kind of trouble. But it was the first day, so he'll see. "noThINg spEcial....i DID juMP oUt a WinDOW tO TaLK TO-"

"WHAT?!" Gina choked on her spit at this new information. Null and Void however were cooing at their Daddy, just happy to have him home.

"iT WaS onLy tHE seCOND fLOOr, noT lIKE iT WaS hIgH uP oR ANyTHinG. BUt lIKE i WaS saYING-"

"Erratum...I....just..." Gina sighed before waving it off, might as well hear the whole story before she tries to scold him. Although she has a feeling that even if she does try to tell him not to jump out of any windows, he wouldn't listen if it seems like the best thing to do at the time. Gina wasn't going to try that angle yet, baby steps. "Never mind, tell me about your day Erratum."

Seeing all three skeleton's beaming faces was enough to make everything she did seem worth it.

Now if only she could find a way to figure out how to feed Erratum something other then cookies, she had a feeling that's almost all he ate.

"-DiD yoU RecoRD noVElA For ME GrANNy?" Erratum asked her like it was the end of the world all of a sudden in the middle of his scentace, shocking a laugh out of her and jolting her out of her thoughts.

"Yes, I did. In fact, I recorded the first movie too."

"tHEY HAvE a moVIE?! YES!" Erratum cheered, jumping up with the kids in his arms and all but diving to the TV and couch.

"Daddy!" Null laughed with Void, loving how funny and fun his Dad was.

"I thought you were going to tell me about your day?"

"noVElA iS moRE impORtANT thEN SchOOl. nOVelA. iS. L I F E."

Gina's new family may be a bit weird and strange, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

-End Chapter-

It is FINALLY done! I swear, at the 10,000 mark I thought 'I'm done' only to want to finish the whole first day. Then I was like 'Okay, shouldn't be too many more words'. But then it grew and grew as I gained more and more ideas that I wanted to put in before the day ended for Erratum. Then because I decided on a pairing, i wanted to add some base work and groundwork for the pairing. Guys, I think I have a problem.

Also, I know Erratum didn't jump too far from out the window as it was only the second floor - Erratum is going to jump from higher height later - it's just how he looked like he did it before that bothers people, like he has practice jumping out windows, that is a bit weird and slightly horrific from someone with no military or law enforcement background, and even then it's slightly shocking. It leaves much to assume and many don't like the picture everything is making.

Next 'Mr. Erratum' is going to have a small time skip, but don't worry I'll explain what happened during the time skip. It should only be a week or so, not a big time skip.

I have decided to pair up Erratum with Nightmare! I figured that they would make the best pair in this Multiverse. It was between Nightmare, Cross and even Error in the end. Erratum would never go for Ink in this setting or even hang out with him. The same for Dream and others. But Erratum knows Nightmare, Cross and especially Error if you want to get technical. Heck, he is very fond of Nightmare and Cross as well so he is more likely to just want to talk or be around them compared to the others, so it works in this setting. And it is already stated that Erratum is fond of his counterpart, if only because he looks much more adorable then himself.

But I want Error to be suspicious of Erratum later on, in that he starts to think Erratum is his brother or family member or something like that as he looks up what he is feeling and going on with his SOUL, thinking that it is a family bond and starts digging into Erratum's past to figure just who Erratum is. With him dating Ink - which Erratum still has no idea about, just thinking that the two are friends even with all the touching. What does Erratum know about romance? Nothing besides what he watches from Undernovela and reads about, and that's not counting what he knows about friendship. - it would have been great drama if I decided to pair up Erratum and Error, but I wanted a bit of family drama, or mistaken family drama as Erratum is actually technically Error. But then again, all Sanses are technically each other. 

Besides, I am already working on a story in this book that is ErrorxError. I also have one in the making for a ErrorxDream. Spoilers.

So, it was then in between Nightmare and Cross. It took a bit of thinking, but in the end I chose Nightmare as I thought he would fit best. I just think that Nightmare fits better in this situation, so I am going to pair up Erratum(Error) and Cross for a different story. While Nightmare is calm, calculative and even manipulative in NAJ, he has shown a much more softer and even sillier side to his family and Muffet in it. He is way soft with Muffet, much more loving, and Erratum needs that. Erratum needs unconditional love, even if there are some fights - but that's normal in a relationship. Erratum has no idea how love works besides what he saw in UnderNovela, and that's based off a over-the-top Spanish soap opera. So, yeah, he's going to need someone soft and patient with him.

Muffet is still going to get feelings for Nightmare, so it is going to create a love triangle/line/whatever it is going to look like with other suitors coming up. Muffet loving Nightmare who loves Erratum, and Erratum loving nothing more then to be left alone at first. Nightmare is going to try so hard to woo Erratum, who has no clue what is going on as he doesn't think he deserves to be loved in that way. Nightmare is going to need all his characteristics to help him out with this one.

Not to say that Erratum will not have other moments with other characters, students having crushes on him, or other suitors after him. But the end game is Erratum(Error)xNightmare no matter how many moments out favorite glitch gets with other characters in this story before or after they get together in the story. Make way for one jealous History teacher.

The students themselves are going to be involved, with rooting for someone and some rooting for another, helping out, or trying to chase these would be suitors away from their teacher. It is going to be like a shipping war at times too between the students, which is going to be fun for me to write. Nightmare is not going to be spared from this either. Both his sons are going to be protective of their Mr. Erratum, so their Father better watch out.

I had Erratum give that history lesson at lunch because it gives Nightmare a reason to hunt-I mean spend time with Erratum and catches Nightmare's attention. Nightmare is a history buff and Erratum has knowledge on history thought to be lost, you bet your ass that Nightmare is going to try and get answers. It's only better that I could give them some development together, setting the stage for their friendship and sooner or later crushes/love/romance. 

What is happening to Erratum's and Error's SOUL is simple in a way. Unlike with other Counterparts, they are more closely aliened scientifically and metaphorically speaking. They are in no way the exact same person like the other Monster counterparts, past experiences, history, and other things have shaped their SOULS and them to be quite different as is expected in this situation. But at the lowest baseline of their SOUL is the same, they are both glitches in a way. Erratum way more so then Error, but that is why it is the lowest of low baselines.

Because of this, it is almost like a family bond because there is something in their SOULS that tie them together. Making them aware of where the other is, Erratum more so then Error because of how much more magic he has then the other and that he senses SOULS for a living, or used to anyway. It is actually not that bad as Erratum is thinking it is, it just lets Error know that Erratum is there when he is so many feet away and more sensitive to his magic, and even then Erratum would have to use a whole lot of magic for Error to feel it - like summoning a Gaster Blaster and firing it or making a huge portal. Even if Erratum's SOUL was not shielded, Error would only feel a bit more of Erratum's magic and be able to know he was there a few more feet away. But this is new, so Erratum is freaking out about it. So all this worrying and planning he is doing is for nothing really because if Erratum would just leave Error alone or not do too much magic around him, there wouldn't even be a small problem much less a big one if he just left Error alone. 

It is like a fledgling Family Bond in a way, but Erratum is freaking out because he doesn't see Error as family - yet - so he doesn't understand why this is happening to him. It is the unknown and he wants answers, to know if this endangers his new life and family.

So in the end, with how much time Erratum is going to try to spend with Error is eventually going to make Error more suspicious of him, wondering if Erratum is something more or even related to him or something. It is like a low-key family bond after all that is happening to them, and while SoulMates are no longer a thing, bonds still exist and happen in this Multiverse. SoulMates have to consciously make the bond, other bonds you don't really have to do that. I made this so that it forces Erratum to spend time with Error and become friends with him, as Erratum would be the type to not even talk to Error unless he had a reason to. Erratum's reason here? paranoia. So, so, so much paranoia.

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