Quick AN: Maybe two more chapters before this books is over, not including an epilogue. Sorry, it took so long. Midterms and honors made life a bit hectic. Also, I am practicing how to write fights so this is what the majority of the chapter is.

Cross's footsteps were silent as can be as he hid in the shadows, both Nightmare and Dream were hiding his aura so nothing should go wrong this time. He noticed the table's occupants immediately although most of them seemed to be half asleep. The only one who was wide awake was Sci and he was drinking coffee to stay awake. Suddenly out of nowhere, an annoying beeping noise could be heard, jolting everyone out of there resting state.

"Sci! Turn that shit off," Fell groaned along with a few other irritated Sanses as he rested his head back onto the table. Sci formally apologized as he turned off his watch, looking at it worriedly.

"What's wrong Sci?" Ink asked, confused. Sci sighed and turned to Ink with an apologetic look. "I've got an emergency house call, I won't be back till tomorrow." "It's fine, get some rest while you're at it," Ink replied bidding Sci a goodbye as the Sans teleported back home.

'Everything's going as planned Chara, I hope Classic won't mess this up.' Cross thought to Chara in a semi worried tone. 'You don't give him enough credit," Chara replied in a bored tone before promptly ignoring him. Cross rolled his eyes and watched the meeting from afar, a bit confused with Chara's choice of words.

'Good luck Classic, the next part is all you.'

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"Papyrus?! Where are you?" Sci called out, looking around the lab for his brother. He growled in annoyance when he walked into the hospital wing and noticed him, fast asleep.

"Ugh Papyrus! Did you press the button on accident again?!" Sci growled in an annoyed tone to no avail. Sci felt a chill go down his spine as his brother continued to sleep. Usually, he answered with a groggy apology, but that's not even what caught his attention. Sci looked for his brothers watch, only to see it missing.

"What the-"

"Looking for something?" A shockingly familiar tone asked him. Sci turned around and saw Classic twirling the watch around his finger as he lounged against the wall. "Classic?!" "The one and only," Classic replied, an amused glint in his eye. But something felt off to Sci.

"Classic," Sci groaned in irritation as he walked over to grab the watch but to his shock, Classic teleported behind him and clamped his hand over his mouth.

"Mph?!"

"I'm sorry," Classic whispered. Sci stiffened when he felt something sharp prick his soul but he couldn't even move. It felt as if the gravity in the room quadrupled and he felt himself collapse. Classic took his hand off of Sci's mouth and caught him gently.

"Sorry old friend," Classic mumbled in a genuine tone. "Class C anesthetics, I need you out of my way for this plan to work."

"Pl-plan?" Sci asked weakly. He felt his vision fading along with the feeling in his legs and arms. Classic shot him a guilty look. "I really am sorry, I'll tell you later."

Sci couldn't do much as his vision faded as the drugs took hold of his system. Classic sighed and set him down onto a bed before adding a heart monitor onto his soul, just in case he overdosed the drug so the other staff could save him if said event happened. He did the same thing to Sci's brother before shutting the curtains so monsters would walk by without suspicion. At least that was his hope.

"It's your turn Cross," Classic grumbled as he teleported back to the castle to wait for further instructions. Meanwhile, Cross watched from afar, satisfied. Chara appeared and grinned at him.

"I told you so," they gloated, causing Cross to roll his eyes in amusement and teleport himself and Chara away to look for Fell.

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Dust scowled as he walked into Life's Garden without many questions being asked. He told Life about what Death had done and what he had to do and she gave him permission to enter with the promise to not damage it too much and to knock Death down a peg or two. Dust agreed that he wouldn't damage it too much and continued through quietly. He stopped when he felt a presence in the shadows.

"You can come out now Death," Dust growled, clenching his fists to prevent him from stabbing him right then and now.

"I heard you requested my presence?" Death asked politely, although Dust could here the underlying threat beneath it. "Or are you here for more... personal reasons?"

Dust scowled and summoned a bone in his hand. "You have a lot of guts to use that scythe on me when it wasn't even my time!" Dust yelled angrily, neither of them noticing Life watching them with wide eyes. Death snorted and summoned his scythe.

"I didn't even mean to hit your soul! I was aiming for-"

"If I didn't dodge, you would have hit my entire soul. You were aiming for my fucking soul so own it!" Dust snarled and lunged at Death, who parried the blow with his scythe. "As I said before, I didn't mean to hit your soul!" Death tried to reason but he was forced to dodge the blaster Dust charged and fired.

"That's a load of horse shit and you know it!" Dust yelled as he sent a volley of bones toward Death. "You attacked me because I would have hit the guy you like. News flash God of Death, Geno hates you!"

Deaths bad time eye flared as he swung his scythe with deadly accuracy. Dust quickly ducked and spun around, kicking the god in the face causing Death to take a step back. Dust saw his chance as he summoned his bone and stabbed Death in the chest before whacking him in the head, breaking the bone with the force behind the blow, making him semi unconscious. Before Dust could permanently maim Death, Life interfered.

"That is quite enough you two! Thank you Dust, Death will be going to the Kingdom to talk to the King about it not being your time to die yet Death tried to kill you for his own selfish desires." While Dust wasn't pleased with the outcome, he lowered his head respectfully and nodded to the Queen.

"Very well Mlady, but if his punishment is torture, you know who to contact," Dust growled, causing Life to laugh nervously and teleport away with Death in tow. Dust growled, hoping she didn't think he was joking because he was deadly serious about it. He glared at the ceiling before relaxing completely.

"I had some fun I suppose, I hope everyone else is having fun." Dust chuckled maniacally before using the shadows to teleport himself back to the castle.

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Fell growled through his gag as he fought the restraints that kept him pinned to the corner. Cross caught him off guard when he was patrolling around the bridge and managed to wrestle him to the ground. Fortunately for Fell, Cross dropped his only bottle of Class C Anesthesia in the snow where it was crushed in their shuffle. Unfortunately, Cross found his secret chocolate stash and he was putting a pretty good dent in it.

Cross munched on a chocolate bar, ignoring Fell's angry protests. Chara appeared quietly and lounged on Cross's shoulder as they watched Fell in amusement. "Did you plan this? I was kind of out of it," Chara asked, stretching their stiff muscles. Cross rolled his eyes.

"Nah, the vile got crushed in the scuffle and now messenger boy is getting me another one." "Don't you mean Classic?" Chara asked sounding slightly insulted. Cross turned to Chara, ignoring Fell completely. "Why do you sound so insulted?"

Chara scoffed and rolled their eyes. "Don't you get it?" "Get what?" Cross asked, more confused than ever. "Me, you've had plenty of time to look through my memories." "Yes, I have been through some of them." "Than you know about my genocidal tendencies." "What about them?" "Gods Cross! Have you been living underneath a rock?" "I'm pretty sure I've been living with Nightmare but I'll pretend you didn't know that."

Chara growled and snatched Cross's chocolate bar from his hand and proceeded to eat it. "Hey!" Cross grumbled. "That was mine." "You're not listening to me." "I just don't get it!" Cross snapped as he ripped open a new bar and nibbled the corner.

"Cross, why do you think Chara's and reverse Frisk's commit genocide?" "Uh, because they enjoy it?" Chara chuckled. "Funny, but no. Why do Ink and Error fight? Why does Nightmare spare Dream every time he has the chance to kill him?"

"For the balance?" Cross was suddenly hit with a realization. "Wait, if there is constant genocide and pacifist runs in the original timeline, than..." "Than the multiverse remains balanced," Chara interrupted quietly. "Cross, Ink thinks that Chara does the constant genocidal runs for fun so he creates Chara's who act like that, but he is far off." "How so?" Cross asked curiously. "Well, Frisk is always in control, right?" "Yes?" "No," Chara corrected.

"There is no control problems. There never have been. The better balanced Ink and Error and Dream and Nightmare are, the more pacifists runs will occur. When the code feels that Ink and Dream are dominating the balance then a genocide run will occur more often and the opposite will happen if Nightmare and Error are dominating."

"If? Cross asked, confused. Chara let out a humorless laugh as they finished their stolen chocolate bar. "It's never happened before, at least not during our existence. Classic Chara faintly remembers pacifist runs in the past, before us, but they don't know for sure if it's real."

"That's horrible," Cross replied sadly. "But what does this have to do with Classic?" "Think about it," Chara muttered. "Ever since Ink went into an infinite overdrive with his creativity, what do you think Classics been doing this entire time?

"I don't fucking know," Cross snapped back. "Drinking ketchup?" "You eat chocolate at an impossible rate," Chara shot back as they grabbed a bar from Fell's stash. "I do too," Chara added before Cross could retort. "But," They added, with a hint of anger in their voice. "To answer my question about Classic is tricky. All Classic Chara told me is that he holds back, a lot. He may have the power to destroy the multiverse but he may not."

"Oh," Cross mumbled, looking troubled as he thought about how Classic took the X-Event. He took it shockingly well. Cross never thought of it as strange until he really sat down to think about it. "Cross look out!" Cross headed Chara's warning and spun around only to see Fell's fist. He descended into darkness.

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Fire flared out of Color's skull in warning as he felt an unwelcome presence enter the place he and his father called home.

"Gaster? Is that you?" Color asked as he warily looked around, only to see nothing at all. Color whirled around when he heard someone rush from behind him. Color growled as he backed up too late and braced for the pain he knew he would feel.

"Too easy," Killer sneered as he wedged the knife into Color's chest. With a grunt, Color fell to one knee and teleported away before Killer could get another hit in with his spare. Color laughed humorously as he tore the knife out of his chest and dropped it.

"Why are you here Killer?" Color asked curiously as he shook off his pain and summoned the kindness soul to help him regenerate his health. Killer growled and raised his knife slowly and deliberately.

"I'm not here to kill you, I am just here to punch the memo into your thick skull so you can finally leave me alone about my soul," Killer grumbled as he lowered his knife, albeit reluctantly. Color, seeing Killer lower his weapon, relaxed the best he could.

Killer glared at the fiery Sans. He wasn't stupid and neither was Color. Brute force would ultimately cause him to lose and he wasn't planning on reliving through what he and Cross had to go through last time they got caught.

"Listen Color, I'm happy with where I am. So why can't you leave me alone?" Killer asked irritably as he shifted his weight uneasily. Color glanced at Killer unbelievably. "You kill people for fun."

"Don't forget torture," Killer replied sarcastically, ignoring Color's glare. "And doing it solo. I haven't done a solo run in a while." Color backed away and hesitated, causing Killer himself to stop in confusion.

"Cut the crap Killer, you're distracting me. What are you really here for?" Color growled, surprising Killer since he didn't think Color was that smart given their previous encounters.

"I didn't want to come here honestly, but I also do need you to get off of my back so I can finally live without you constantly trying to control my decisions. Honestly Color, we aren't even friends so I don't understand why you even bother with me."

Killer's words seemed to knock something into Color cause he just stared at Killer with this unintelligible look in his eye and his flames seemed to flicker faster between colors than before. Killer uneasily watched as Color summoned a titan blaster and charged it.

'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,' Killer thought as dodged the insanely powerful blaster that held the power of six human souls in its blast. He concentrated on his stance like Cross taught him since he knew he could not take to many hits, even though he had high LV.

"Woah Color calm the fuck down!" Killer yelled as he dodged a few more hits that could have shattered his bones. Color ignored him as he dodged the constant bones and knife strikes. Finally, one of them managed to hit the other skeleton, and it wasn't Killer.

Killer grunted and landed on his knees after one particular strike managed to burn his left arm pretty severely. He glared at Color, angry and confused and also shocked, that a burn this bad came from a blow that barely grazed him. Just how powerful was Color truly?

Killer managed to stand grasping his arm as if he was in pain as he glared at the blaster that was about to kill him. He planned to not go down without a fight and Death could kiss his ass for all he cared. But before he could feel the pain of being burned alive, his ally intercepted the blast with a few blasters of their own.

Killer originally thought it was Dust, due to the blue hoodie. But he was surprised to see that instead of the maniacal murderer, there was the original... Classic.

Color eyes widened shocked as he immediately unsummoned his blaster to avoid killing Classic. "Classic?! What are you-"

"Turn around," Classic growled as he watched Dust teleport behind Color and inject him with some more anesthetics that he grabbed from Sci's lab. Classic snorted as he watched Color collapse to the ground.

"That was easy," Dust grumbled as he walked over to Killer to check up on his injuries. Killer chuckled as he showed off his minor burns that he received from the fight. "How did he burn you this badly?" Dust asked amused as he carefully examined the burns.

Killer eyes narrowed and scowled. "I barely dodged it and Color is more powerful than I thought he actually was." Classic snorted and watched as Killer glared at him. "Like you could do any better asshole," Killer growled.

"Well unlike you, I take every opponent seriously, especially the ones I hate," Classic snapped causing Killer to shut up after sending him one more nasty glare. Dust rolled his eyes but he honestly found Killer's situation, very funny.

"Let's go back to Nightmare's castle and patch you up Killer. What about you Classic?"

"Pass, I want to check up on the others and make sure they are okay."

"Suit yourself," Dust replied as he teleported himself and Killer away.

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Horror crept through the woods of EchoTale in search of the tall freak that was way too addicted to smoking. As far as he knew, Frisk and G were still trying to bring back the monsters that were erased or whatever happened. Horror didn't know, and to no one's surprise, he didn't care either.

A long time ago, Horror got a spear lodged into his cranium by a certain bitch, and because of that, his magic has changed. His instincts became more of a key survivor tool than something that just came naturally to him.

Now Horror relies on his instincts to help him track down the annoying monsters he has to chase down. Horror physically recoiled when his amplified senses picked up the disgusting smell of cigar smoke. Sometimes his amplified senses were a pain in the ass.

He did his best to hide his reaction as he could hear G approaching ahead. Horror disappeared into the trees and grew quiet. His natural predatory stance shone as his eye dimmed to get him the max potential for a kill. Horror grinned excitedly although he did keep Dream's reminder in mind.

"Remember guys, no killing or dismemberment but you can certainly maim them. Healing magic is simple enough and a couple of broken bones won't hurt them."

Easy enough.

G was whistling a sweet tune as he walked along the path in Snowdin. A cigarette hung from his mouth as he took his phone out to check messages. Who? Horror didn't know nor did he care.

G hesitated as if he could sense the danger he was in. Horror didn't hesitate as he sprung out of his hiding spot and swung his ax, aiming for G's femur, hoping to cripple him. G managed to step back and avoid it, barely.

Horror silently cursed as he was hoping to get this over with quickly. He readied his ax as he glared at the abnormally tall skeleton standing in front of him. G scowled at the murderer in front of him, displeased.

"What do you want?" G grouched, startling Horror a little bit since his voice seemed to be scratchy from misuse and smoking altogether. "I'm here under the orders of my boss mate," Horror replied irritable, clenching his fists as if talking was grating on his nerves.

Horror wasn't like Cross, who stalled before attacking, and he wasn't like Killer who just fucking killed someone when he spotted them. No, he was in between when it came to attacking and killing. He preferred the lack of struggle from his victims whenever he managed to get a good hit on them. He didn't like these long thoughtful conversations he had with these monsters. He hated stalling.

"Well get out, I don't want to fight you today," G growled, dropping his cigarette into the snow as he took a threatening step forward. Horror's eye glowed from the challenge as he swung his ax around. To an outsider, it would look like an unusual habit, albeit a bit threatening, but still a habit since he does it a lot.

But to the experienced eye, it was quite obvious that it was a threat due to his stiff posture and his glowing eye. G however, wasn't experienced enough to see it and took as a nervous habit. "Pretty pathetic kid, so when are you going to hit me?" G teased, hoping to get Horror to attack him in a fit of rage.

The problem was the Horror was used to being angry and attacking, due to his AU. Not to mention that training with his other friends helped him improve his skills tremendously.

'Gee, no wonder Dream sent me after this guy, Killer and Dust would have tried to rip him apart,' Horror thought to himself as he charged, although he did keep his head in the game as he swung. He let his fury run its course as he swung quickly and unpredictably, catching G off guard multiple times. He can only dodge so fast for so long.

Horror felt deep satisfaction when he managed to cut G the first time, but now it was starting to get boring. He felt himself losing interest in the fight as G's attacks were pathetic, to say the least, but that was his mistake. G feinted to the left so Horror swung to the left, but at the last second, G dodged and grabbed Horror's wrist and threw him to the ground, pinning him effectively.

Horror swore under his breath as he tried to reach for his ax. He was such a fool to let his guard down like he sometimes did when fighting other Sanses. He hoped he would survive to be able to take this to heart so he wouldn't do something this stupid ever again.

G snorted as pinned Horror's hands above his head, leaving him in a very vulnerable position. Horror scowled, hating himself for getting into something this uncomfortable. G could tell that Horror was getting worked up, so he summoned a bone in his free hand and prepared to stab him, hoping to get rid of him permanently.

"Hey," a familiar voice interrupted in what Horror will forever call the worst moment in his life. Both looked up, surprised to see Classic standing there with a gun, casually leaning against a tree.

"What the fuck?" G asked, shocked. "Hey G, long time no see but I'm kind of in a rush so goodnight," Classic quickly replied, shooting him in the soul with the tranq gun he nabbed from Sci's office. Horror snorted as he pushed the big skeleton off of him, irritated as he glared at Classic.

"Not one word about this to the others, I will never hear the end of it," Horror grumbled, but was surprised to see not a mocking look like he thought he would see, but one of understanding. "Don't worry pal, I won't say anything. Now let's get out of here before Frisk comes and gets him. I told her he got in a fight with Horror so she should be here at any moment."

"Roger that," Horror replied, slightly shocked that Classic was being so nice to him. Classic offered his hand after Horror picked up his ax. Horror tentatively accepted it and felt himself disappear into the darkness.

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"My eyes are bleeding," Blue grumbled as traversed through an infected copycat of UnderTale. Bodies with colorful clothes laid everywhere as they hung close to the shadows that the trees and buildings offered them. "Grow up," Geno replied, ignoring the rainbow accident surrounding him.

Blue grumbled but ignored the colorful bodies surrounding him with more effort. By the time they both got to the end of Snowdin, they were both starting to get impatient. Geno turned to face Blue, who had an impatient look on his face.

"Are you sure Fresh isn't in the Anti Void?" Geno asked causing Blue to stop and roll his eyes. "No I'm not and it is possible that he retreated but it's not his style." Geno stopped dead in his tracks and sent Blue a baffled look.

"Not his style? He's a parasite! His style is self preservation!" "Fresh is weird okay?! Even if he is in the Anti Void, we can't go there without Error there or we'll go insane," Blue replied, reminding Geno of Error's previous misfortune.

"Well let's get going because he's not going to wait for us if he is here," Blue added as he pulled Geno along into the entrance of WaterFall.

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It was in the middle of WaterFall before anything mildly interesting happened. Due to the rough terrain in WaterFall, the duo couldn't hang out in the shadows as easily so they were forced out into the open where they were more vulnerable to attacks. But that only made them more alert.

Blue kept looking ahead of them, watching all the shadows and any place he thought someone could hide behind. Geno, on the other hand, was listening for noises like footsteps behind them so they wouldn't get snuck up on. Due to is lack of good eyesight, his other senses increased after the accident with the liquid determination.

Geno tensed when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him. He whistled a soft tune quietly. Blue tensed slightly, understanding what Geno was trying to say, but he pretended to brush it off. Other than that, he continued to walk towards Hotland. "Stop whistling, you're going to attract unwanted attention."

Geno shut up but he continued to hear the soft sounds of footsteps and even teleportation at one point, putting him on edge even more. Blue seemed to get more irritated every time Geno flinched.

"What's wrong with you?" Blue hissed, fed up with Geno acting odd. Geno glared at Blue. "I'm not in the mood for an argum-" Blue's eyes flashed suddenly as he shot a bone towards the lingering figure that's been stalking them. The skeleton barely managed to dodge it and found himself with a cut on his cheek.

He walked out of the shadows and rubbed the bone marrow away that spilled out of his cheek. Blue summoned his hammer as Geno created gaster blasters. Fresh chuckled at them. "Bad timing for you two, I was wondering what you were doing here." "We were looking for you, and what's with the normal conversation?" Geno asked. "The eighties talk? Bah, I don't care, it was always a way to get people off of my back and look past the parasite part and since I rarely did it. But you guys are smarter than your old friends and I can't have loose threads running around the multiverse with a bunch of murderers, so excuse me, but I gotta kill ya."

Blue and Geno both stared at Fresh before they both burst out laughing. "What are you-" "Than you must get in line, because it's quite long." Blue interrupted Fresh before he could continue. "Same man," Geno added laughing to himself at Fresh's baffled face.

"So let me get this straight," Fresh said, with the same baffled look on his face. "You have people waiting in line to kill you?" "I could have sworn you were at that meeting when I used a bone attack against my brother." "That was funny," Fresh admitted. "Especially the aftermath."

After a minute of silence, Fresh finally spoke. "Tell you what? I'll turn a blind eye just this once. Did Error come up with this? Rumor is he is back." "Rumors are rumors Fresh, just get to the point. What do you want?" Geno asked with a flick of his wrist to get rid of his blasters. "You're no fun, but you're right. I owe Error something so listen, I'll turn a blind eye and not help Ink when or if he calls today if you promise me that someone will put him in his place and make him a better ruler."

"That's it?" Blue asked suspiciously. Geno agreed with Blue. This was to easy. Fresh noticing our suspicion held his hand up in surrender. "Listen," he started with a nervous chuckle. "I know you guys don't trust me, you have every right not to, but I'll hang out in the AntiVoid as well if you still don't think I am telling the truth."

"You can go to the AntiVoid?" Blue asked, surprised. "Well of course," Fresh replied, sounding surprised. "Any corrupted code or code without an AU can enter the AntiVoid without too many problems. However, staying there for too long, like Error, would be self detrimental. Anyone from an existing AU would go insane without someone like Error blocking out the weird shit the blank space creates."

"That explains a lot," Blue muttered under his breath. "Why are we talking about this?" Geno asked. "Were on a time crunch, remember Blue?" "Oops," Was Blue's cheeky reply before turning back to Fresh with a more serious tone. "Only this time Fresh. Error will fucking kill you if you go back on your word." "Understood, by the way, I would check on Fell if I were you." Fresh added as he opened up a portal to the AntiVoid before disappearing into it. Blue and Geno shared a nervous look as they both teleported to UnderFell to see if Cross was okay.

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Originally, Dream was not too surprised that Nightmares passive form was not comprised of his original formal clothes that Nightmare used to complain about. Instead, it was just a comfortable black jacket with black basketball shorts with black sneakers. Why think about that now? Well, why not.

Right now, both siblings were chilling in EpicTale on top of a building in the capital. Why? Because Epic is supposed to come through here according to monsters Dream asked politely. Well, it's been over five fucking hours and Dream wasn't that patient, to begin with.

"Where is he?" Dream muttered gripping his staff tighter as he did his best to stay inconspicuous on top of a building. "I don't know," Nightmare whispered from the shadows. "He is here though. Have a bit of patience." "Where do you get all this patience from?" Dream complained as twirled his staff around. "It's obviously not from Mom because you have none." Nightmare retorted.

"We have been standing here for over five hours. How you physically and mentally have patience is beyond me. Your friends have already finished their tasks except for us, including Berry and G and I thought they would have taken the longest. The original even went back to his own universe to protect it." Even though they are not close to anyone, Dream found it wise to avoid using real names in public. Apparently, Nightmare did too because he did not bother to correct him.

"One time, I had to sit in one place for over three days and I still had the patience to sit for another week." Dream scoffed at that proclamation but he secretly believed it. With Nightmare being a major "Supervillain", he would have to rely on more patient routes to get what he wanted. That does include standing in the shadows of a building for almost five hours.

"Well-" "Target spotted." Nightmare interrupted as he summoned a sleek black crossbow in his right hand. Dream was caught off guard by its sudden appearance, especially since it was so different than the modern ones he was used to. It seemed more "futuristic" than Bane's and it also had what looked like a laser pointer on it along with... a telescope?

"What's that telescope thing on top?" Dream asked, pointing to the unknown object. "Oh, that? That's a scope. It helps me see the target easier if I am farther away," Nightmare replied, looking slightly amused. "So like a telescope?" Dream asked in wonder. "Basically," Nightmare muttered as he lifted his crossbow and took aim at the skeleton in a purple hoodie. "I would use the laser if he wasn't so jumpy.

Nightmare didn't hesitate as he took the shot. To Dream's relief, the arrow didn't hit any bystanders. Unfortunately, it missed Epic because he dodged it. Before Dream could tease Nightmare, the arrow ricocheted off of a guards shield and hit Epic in the back. Dream turned back to Nightmare in shock. "Did you do that intentionally?" Nightmare turned back to Dream and flipped up his hood with a crooked grin. "The world will never know." He replied, jumping off of the roof they were on and landing a couple hundred feet away from Epic.

Due to Nightmare being a supervillain in the multiverse, he decided it would be safer to keep a low profile in such a busy universe so he went with his passive form. Of course, he would reveal himself if shit hit the fan, but both siblings did not want Ink to join the fight. They would lose.

"Who the hell are you?" Epic asked as he prepared his own magic. "It's a secret," Nightmare replied cheekily to Epic's annoyance. Dream took that time to jump down himself and use his magic to encourage bystanders to evacuate the capital. Soon the grounds were empty, its inhabitants fleeing to HotLand for safety. "Dream? Let's do this." Nightmare grinned as he summoned the shadows to his side. Dream began to wonder if he could summon light.

"Dream, you're on the wrong side. I have a feeling Ink would give you amnesty if you come back." Epic said, trying to win Dream over. "Nah," Dream replied, loading his bow. "The right side is the side that feels right and fighting on my brother behalf feels right." Epic looked disappointed but continued anyway. "Well," Epic sighed as he summoned blasters and bones. "Do you wanna have a bruh time?" "Come at me bitch!" Nightmare snarled as he charged Epic, manipulating shadows to use as a shield as Epic fired his blasters at both of them.

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Error's POV

Because I willingly allowed Static's soul to fuse with mine, it allows him to see my thoughts and memories, but it also allows me to see his. So I have been watching his memories while waiting for the others to return and I have learned more about him.

Both Static and Sketch appeared out of nowhere with no previous memories. They hung out in the greyish void until Under!Tale was created. Than Under!Fell and Dream!Tale and so on. There were over a hundred AU's, but then something changed. Static felt a strong hatred growing inside of him and he couldn't suppress it. He took it out on everyone and started the multiverse civil war.

The war ended with the deaths of Static and Sketch and if what Radix told me was true, a peace treaty was signed between Paint and Bane and there has been peace ever since. Because both Static and Sketch are technically immortal, they were sent to the Void since this was a multiverse of Void's creation, not Fate's. Static mentioned that before he died, he noted that there were over fifty surviving universes still in the fight, but deaths outside of their universes corrupted the code and because Paint isn't a creator, he couldn't save them. Only ten survived. Eleven counting Fresh's recovering universe.

As horrible as it is, Static showed me memories of him and Sketch meeting other damned destroyers and sometimes even creators in the Void. How they got down there is debatable. Because the majority were hostile, Static and Sketch never bothered to ask, but there was one destroyer who was friendly and told them that the majority of the damned down here did something bad in their previous lives. Creators torturing for fun and destroyers endlessly destroying. Endless possibilities but no one knew for sure, except for Fate and Void.

I also learned that Sketch found a way to get out of the Void. They had to bind their souls to another god. Static was against this until Sketch managed to sway Ink and take partial control. Static warned me that if Sketch took full control over Ink, there was little we could do. Which is why we are acting now. Nightmare and the others will never be allowed to know the full truth for their safety. They hate Ink and I can't afford a pity party until we win. I don't trust Static. I have a feeling he has another motive, but until I figure it out, I will stay low.

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I was watching Sketch fight a hostile destroyer, trying to learn his fighting pattern when I felt Static grow increasingly angry. 'What's up?' I mindlinked as I felt Static punch something. 'Part of your memories are blocked!' I sighed, knowing what he was complaining about. 'Is it before or after when I woke up in the AntiVoid?' 'Before,' Static confirmed. 'It's no use, I can't break that block and if I try I get a splitting headache.'

He grew quiet and then I felt a headache, although he was kind enough to take the majority of it. I heard and learned curses that day. He cursed worse than a sailor. In fact, if anyone could hear this, they would be speechless. Then I heard a portal open behind me.

"Sup," Nightmare greeted, his jacket was torn and Dream was leaning against him, not looking any better. Both looked exhausted but happy, so I assumed that their plan worked. "What took so long guys?" Nightmare glared at me. "You try to fight a mortal with godlike powers." What amused me the most was that Nightmare was in his passive form so he was probably extra tired.

"Anything new?" I asked, eyeing Dream curiously. "Dream mastered light bending," Nightmare joked, earning a tired glare from his brother. "That means you mastered shadow bending," Dream replied, pushing his brother to the side to go sit on the couch. "Actually Dream, I am already a master of shadow bending," Nightmare grinned as he sat on the couch adjacent to Dream.

"WHat haPpenEd?" I asked, breaking their small banter. Nightmare groaned and fell onto his back dramatically, earning a sigh from his brother. "It took five hours of waiting and another two to pin him to knock him out," Dream groaned, leaning into the cushions. "AnY injuries?" "Nah," Dream replied. "Except for cuts and bruises and maybe a blow to our pride, we just received a reminder that we aren't the most powerful beings in this multiverse. Just because we are minor gods, doesn't mean we are always stronger." I chuckled and walked over to Nightmare to join him on the couch. "It's bEtter yOu guys learn that soOner thAn later."

Even though I am a "major god", I am still capable of being beaten. With years of being the underdog, I have learned this. I don't know if I should be happy that Ink hasn't really been at the end of the stick yet because he still holds pride. He knows that with numbers, he is unbeatable. Maybe this is why Sketch was able to pry into his mind. He is prideful.

"Definitely, Dream agreed. A comfortable silence enveloped the living room but it was interrupted by swearing. "Who stole my fucking chocolate bar!" I heard Cross yell as Horror made a beeline from the stairs, through the living room, and into the gym with a bandaged Cross on his tail. Killer and Dust teleported into the living room from the medical bay, probably to give a report when they noticed the commotion.

"The hell?" Killer muttered as he gripped his bandaged left arm. It probably still hurt. Dust watched the commotion for a few more seconds. "Well, you know what they say Killer if you don't know what's going on, join them." And with that, Dust ran after Horror who still held the chocolate bar Cross sought. Killer sighed and shook his head as he made his way over to Dream to sit next to him since it was the closest seat. Despite the obvious, Dream seemed more baffled than nervous but he didn't say anything, probably trying to help Nightmare get over his embarrassment. Seeing an opportunity, I chuckled and said, "ANd welcomE to tHe dark side DreAm, home of psYchopathiC murDerers and chocolatE lovers."

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