A black glitchy skeleton was laying in the snow surrounded by his own blood. "Holy shit..." Sans took notice of the blood that was still pouring out tainting the snow further.

"OH MY GOD!" Papyrus let out a horrified shriek. "SANS WE HAVE TO HELP HIM NOW!" Papyrus took off his cape and wrapped the shorter skeleton up in the cape and carefully but quickly scooped him up. He was unconscious so that made things much easier. Papyrus then took off running towards Snowdin with Sans stumbling close behind him.

Sans ran but was stumbling a bit because he was distracted with trying to find the house keys and the second he found them was the second he teleported to their front door and quickly unlocked it, only to mentally facepalm when he remembered that they left it unlocked then he just pushed the door open mere seconds before Papyrus came barreling through with a half-dead Error in his arms. Papyrus nearly threw Error onto the couch from the panic he was in but remembered at the last second to not throw him.

Sans rushed upstairs to fetch a pillow and some blankets for the cold, and badly injured, stranger while Papyrus tried using his healing magic to help the skeleton and only stopped when he realized it was making the shorter skeleton worse. "Sans! While you are up there get the first aid kit!" Papyrus decided to keep his voice quieter for the sake of their guest.

"I'm coming Paps!" Sans tried running down the stairs but found himself tripping over the steps and his feet before he made it to the bottom with the pillow, blankets, and first aid kit. Papyrus immediately grabbed the kit, leaving Sans to his own devices, and began cleaning up Error's worst injuries and then wrapping them with gauze. Once he was finished Sans, after finally untangling himself from the heap of blankets, placed the pillow underneath Error's head and almost drowned Error with blankets.

Papyrus just gave him a look of disbelief, "Sans...Don't you think that's too many blankets?"

Sans looked back at him seemingly offended, "What are you talking about Paps? If anything he doesn't have enough pillows, and definitely not enough blankets." Papyrus sent him an unamused glare. "Alright alright, I'll get rid of a blanket."

Papyrus sighed in frustration, "You're not going to remove any more than that are you?" Sans nodded his head in confirmation. "Alright fine! But let us check him to see what happened to him."

They were not prepared for what they saw next.

~~~~~~~

'He's...gone. Because of my idiotic mistake. Ugh! I could've gotten him to tell me everything if I didn't slip up! Okay Ink, stop and take a breather.' Ink let out a sigh and decided to look around. There wasn't much in Error's spot, just a box of dolls and a pair of knitting needles. Ink picked out a doll, 'Did Error make these?' Ink then pulled out the needles. "Error can create?" Ink put them back not wanting to disrespect Error's creations. 'Error committed suicide, can create yet he destroys for no reason, and actually has emotions...This is getting more interesting by the second. Could there really be more to Error than meets the eye?' Ink stopped himself when he spotted a pile of Error's dust. 'Maybe...he was just hurting and didn't want to suffer alone so he hurt all those people so they could feel the pain he was feeling. Was he just suffering from severe depression and lost it when he saw other people's happiness and how they didn't hurt the way he did? If that's the case...' Ink pulled out his paintbrush. 'I can give him a second chance. A second chance at a new life full of happiness and he doesn't hurt the way he did.'

"A second chance...a new beginning." Ink firmly gripped his paintbrush and swiped at the dust, paint splattering at the ground and cries could be heard throughout the antivoid. "Another chance at life."

~~~~~~~

Error's stats were all over the place, and the two brothers were horrified by what they saw.

Error "Sans" Miscalculation - Forced God Of Destruction/Destroyer Of Universes

LV: 999999999-ERrOR

HP: 0000.000000000001/ERroR
[EFF: Depressed, Self-Loathing, Suicidal, Fate-Touched, Fate-Formed, Destiny-Touched, Slight Fever]

AT: 00000000000.1-999_574-000___Er-5855-ROr
[EF: Slight Fever, Broken]

DF: 00000___0000__00000.0078-eRrOR-474_9 [EFF: Delicate, Slight Fever]

EXP: 99994729-eRROr

[EFF: Was forced into his role by Fate when the creator of his world would create AU after AU nonstop. Was dragged kicking and screaming from his universe to be the yin to the creator's yang. Can destroy entire universes while yang can create entire universes.]

[EFF: Has tried countless attempts at suicide and has failed many times. Had jumped into the void as a suicide attempt. JuST WaNts tO lAY dowN aNd DiE! WhY can'T He dIe?]

Sans and Papyrus were in shock at what they just read. Had this creator done all this to the stranger, now known as Error, or did he have help? They'd have to ask questions later once Error had adjusted to their presence. All they knew was that if they and this creator crossed paths, the creator wouldn't be able to move for a LONG TIME.