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In response to many comments; I AM BACK!

Lol, mainly back to posting Undertale stories chapters as I have done other chapters for some other stories I got going on. It's just hard to focus on one story and write for it when I got so many other stories going on. I'm slowly working on a lot of them though! It's just going to take some more time for other stories to be updated. Sorry about that!

I'm happy that many enjoyed the last chapter! I hope you all enjoy the more to come.

Oh, and I have news, my story "String Stitches"? I'm also going to be rewriting it. I've redone Flaw (the version of Error for that story) and created a Multiverse for the whole story as well! It's a new Multiverse that I created, one I'm calling StringStitchesVerse (short for String Stitches Multiverse - and it's not just called that because of the story's name/title. There are other reasons for it~), one I just started on to be honestly so it's not as fleshed out as I'd like it to be just yet. It'll be a while before I post up anything up for it, but my DoubleStrings book is a go one way or another!

My OTP will live one way or another! Error x Shears for life! DoubleStrings forever!

Now, with the pleasantries out of the way, let's get this one started!

-Chapter Start-

[Unstableverse;??????]

"So, Fate thinks to mess with me?" Green eyes glitter with mischievousness behind big green glasses, a large smile growing on her face. Tilting her head, she watches as flower petals fall along with stars, green butterflies flapping about all around, crawling on her clothes, hair and body.

"Oh, Fate, you should know that no one can control me." She giggles, clapping her hand as if having just watched a funny show. "I'm the one that can derail everything that you plan and plot. I am the obstacles in any path, both good, bad, neither and both. No one can control me, but some have sway." She stops giggling, grin growing to show nothing but teeth.

"Chaos is not to be contained, Brother Fate. Seems we have turned a blind eye for too long. Have let your threats take too much hold over us." Lifting a hand to her left eye socket, she smiles when a green butterfly crawls out of it and onto her finger. "The little people of this Multiverse deserve better, a free life and choices. And I'm not the only one who thinks that too. No, I think it's time to cause a little bit of chaos now."

Lifting her free hand to her left socket once more, she catches some stars falling out of it. "Time to see if the others want to play with me. It's time for me to roam free, time for others to say if they want to join in, and time for you to put Fate in his place....Right, Sister?" She asks, turning her head to beam at the figure behind her. "It's been a long time coming, honestly. I know that more than one deitiy has a list of things against Fate."

"Chaos, Honey, please be careful. If he finds out too soon, he might--"

"Don't worry, Big Sister Destiny! I'll be as careful as I can be~"

[Unstableverse; Reapertale]

Sitting on a dead tree, Reaper blankly looks out into the distance.

{"iSn'T FuNNY?"}

Fingers digging into the bark, he paid no mind to how some pieces of the tree broke apart into little flecks.

{"yOU ArE thE goD oF DeaTH. ApARt OF SomEthING EvERYonE fEARs, KNoWs, hATEs, yET SomE lOVE. YoU ARe tHE GOd oVEr iT. i Am DesTrucTIoN. ApArt oF soMEthING EvERyoNE FEaRs, KnoWS, haTES, AnD OnLy A sELECt FeW loVE."}

'No one truly loves death or me.' Reaper chokes out a chuckle at the mere thought. He can count on one hand how many people he truly knows. Even less how many he has touched without them dying. There is a chance that Life could live past his touch, but they never chanced it. So, other than his own brother, it's not a long list. Besides, he spends most of his time working.

No. No one honestly loves death or him.

They only accept that it is needed. That he is needed. That there is nothing they can do about it.

'So, what am I missing. I know destruction is needed in life. But there's no actual God for destruction.' Reaper slowly let go of the tree to rub his numb face. '....How is it that....that he....'

{"WhAT iS liFE withOUT DEaTh? DeaTH WitHOut LifE? WhAT IS cREAtION WIthOUT DEstRucTIOn? DesTRuCTioN WiThoUT CREaTIOn? TeLL mE, REaPER, WhaT aRE WE IN thIS nEvER ENdiNG CyCLE?"}

'I'm the yin, Life is the yang, theoretically.' Reaper blankly answered before his bitter smile turned into a deep frown. 'But, to others, I'm the boogieman. A demon to take away loved ones even if it is their time to go. A scapegoat for when others die. It's not my fault they die, I just take them to the next plane and lead them to their eternal rest and reincarnation later on.'

'He said 'We' though....How are we the same then, Error?'

{"LoOk At US. DeaTh AnD desTRucTiOn. BuT lOOk At EvERyoNE elSE! It'S fuNNY hoW tHEY cAN AccEPt DEaTh.....bUt THEy caN'T AcCEPt DEsTRucTiON."}

Reaper can't help but laugh. A low yet high pitched laugh bubbles out of his throat. Hands coming up to his face, he has the desire to just scratch.

How hilarious.

They never really accepted him and death if they were so willing to shoot out thousands of high powered attacks at him. There was a high chance of that doing some serious damage or outright killing him. He's never been attacked like that before. He might have lived but been broken like Error or he might have honestly died.

If they truly accepted him, truly understood and needed death, they would have at least paused or called out a warning. Or even not have done it. But no, everyone ready the blasters as if he wasn't even there.

Some, tiny little part of him starts to whisper to him.

'If they don't want you, need you, why do your job anyway?'

{"DeaTH iS nEEdED anD wanTED. DesTRucTIOn iS nEEDeD ANd UnWaNTeD. I'M soRRy To DO thIS TO YoU, SomEoNE WHo COuLD hAVE bEEn In mY plACe EAsiLY. BUt, DEatH IS goINg TO bE nEEDEd mORe thAN EvER SOonER RAthER tHAN lATeR." }

Just how is he to be needed more than ever? Error knew something, didn't he? But, oh, he didn't pay much attention to the words at the time. Being touched for so long, it was the only thing on his mind at the time. Now though? Now he can focus on the words. As much as his crumbling mind can.

'Why do it though?' Reaper kept laughing and laughing, gaining a hysterical note. 'Why do anything? They'll die without me, the SOULS can just wait there for a bit, right?'

He knew he couldn't do that. He knew he had to do his job. If nothing else, he shouldn't spit on Error's actions of saving him like that. But, oh, in this moment, he just wanted to let it all out.

For one moment, he just wanted to be allowed to stop working and allow himself to feel.

{"DesTRucTiON iS uNWanTEd! TheY DOn'T WanT DEstRuCTiON - ThEy DOn'T WaNt mE! bUT thEY WaNT DeaTH, TheY WanT yOu! thERE iS nO mErCY FOR mE EvEN IF i ASk FoR iT! iSn'T iT FuNNY!?"}

Finally giving in, he puts his head on his knees, the laughter turning into a heart shattering wail.

Miles away, another reaper's head shoots up with a deep frown while in a different direction the Goddess of Life, for reasons unknown to herself, just can't stop crying. Hasn't been able to stop for hours.

The God of Chaos, Disorder, in this AU however, joined the heart shattering wail with her own battle cry.

The rest who claim to be Gods and Goddess within the AU felt something was coming and happening. A omen. Bad, Good, both or neither - something was going to happen to shake everything up. Without even speaking, they all knew something was going to happen. For what other reason was there for one of the Gods of Death to cry and wail to chillingly? Enough to echo out all around the AU?

Unseen by all, a green butterfly flutters by.

[̶"̶D̶i̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶g̶e̶t̶?̶ ̶I̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶a̶i̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶f̶l̶a̶p̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶t̶e̶r̶f̶l̶y̶'̶s̶ ̶w̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶t̶y̶p̶h̶o̶o̶n̶ ̶h̶a̶l̶f̶w̶a̶y̶ ̶a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶g̶l̶o̶b̶e̶.̶ ̶N̶o̶w̶,̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶t̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶a̶ ̶g̶l̶o̶b̶e̶,̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶a̶ ̶M̶u̶l̶t̶i̶v̶e̶r̶s̶e̶.̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶C̶h̶a̶o̶s̶,̶ ̶F̶a̶t̶e̶?̶ ̶I̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶t̶r̶o̶l̶ ̶m̶e̶.̶ ̶C̶o̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶S̶i̶s̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶D̶e̶s̶t̶i̶n̶y̶,̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶ ̶u̶s̶ ̶w̶a̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶p̶a̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ ̶o̶w̶n̶ ̶p̶a̶t̶h̶~̶!̶"̶]̶

[Warverse; ?????]

Some part of Error's mind thought he had finally snapped. Or that Inky did. Because what he just got a peek of was something he never once thought was possible.

The huge creature-like thing was stuff nightmares were made of.

It was larger than him by a good ten feet, body proportions all wrong as it walked silently on all four feet. How it could walk so quietly without making a single sound with how big it was, Error had no idea. Half it's face looked to be melting, the other half looked to be a mix of a Skeleton Monster and a Bunny Monster of some kind. Bones jetting out with random tuffs of red fur. Or rather white fur that is stained with blood. The bottom half of the jaw was gone, leaving only knife-like teeth on the top row. A long sharp tongue was coming out, blood leaking out of the jaw as if it was a waterfall.

Watching closely from in between the buildings, Error could even make out it's spine ripping out of the flesh and fur with every step. As if the flesh was too small for it's endoskeleton. The one eye socket that he could see was empty, the eyeball hanging outside of it by a few bloody and wet strands of it's optic nerves.

Never once has Error ever seen anything like it, and that alone said so much. Even with being a distance away from it he could feel something wrong and powerful coming off of it. It was as if it had DETERMINATION inside of it yet corrupted somehow. It's like when the human child gets corrupted yet even the humans, no matter their age, didn't have this level of DETERMINATION in them. 

'Just what is going on?' Error made sure not to make a single sound. He has no idea where the villagers are. If they're smart, they're hiding. With little to no information to go on, Error knows he needs to get away and regroup. It's not just himself he has to think about right now, if it was he'd go up against that thing no issue and be fine with it. If it kills him then, hey, it got the job done when the VOID couldn't.

No, he has children to think about at the moment. For all he knew there wasn't any place he could just drop them off so they could be taken care of and have a family of some sort. And he's not about to just leave them in the area with that creature, or whatever it is, roaming around. Destroyer and killer he might be, but he's not going to force children to watch him die, if the creature could actually do him in, and then leave them to die. No, best to leave and then come back once stitched back up for the most part and with the children in a safer area.

Knowing what he has to do, Error's eyes widened when out of nowhere, the hanging eyeball turns, the lone eye staring at him in between the buildings. 'Shit!' Cursing, Error hurried along with his half-baked plan just as the creature's head slowly turned.

Gathering what magic he could, Error summoned a portal underneath him. One arm wrapping around the children, Error gave a bloody grin just as he fell through, a high pitched roar echoing out just as he did.

CRASH

CRACK

Nearly groaning out loud in pain, Error glanced around. Papers, some clothes, what looked to be books, pieces of furniture, and what looked to be random pieces of glass flying up in the air and raining down on him. Two heads poked out of his tattered shirt.

"thE DUmP." Error muttered, eyes narrowing as he glanced around. Shifting, feeling something loose, Error used his free hand to shift his clothes around to see--"oH, MY riB FeLL OfF AgAIN." Error sighed, rolling his eyes and just feeling so done with everything. "sO thAT WAs THE CraCKiNG nOiSe." Oh well, he can stitch it back on and let it reattach itself before taking off the stitches.

Slowly sitting up, Error listened and glanced around. No one seemed to be near.

Perfect.

"WELl YoU liTTlE TeRRoRs," Error started, looking down at the two children that thought that he was safe of all things. "TiME TO StART HunTiNG."

First things first, stitch himself and his clothes up and get the kids somewhat decent clothing.

Then, he can worry about finding them a place or family to stay with and he can go see if that creature-like-thing will kill him or not in a fight.

Besides, a fight will do him some good. Get all that frustration out of not dying out. A bloody grin slowly grew on the glitch's face, a sight alone that has made many cry or run in fear before.

Let him see what this so called LOST Monster can do.

[Unstableverse; Doodle Sphere]

"-nk! Ink! Can you hear me, Ink?"

Flinching back, Ink blinked. Confused, he turns his head to see Dream's t̶i̶r̶e̶d̶-concerned face looking at him.

"Ink, I've been calling you for five minutes straight." Dream told his friend softly, looking Ink up and down with deep concern. "Have you been creating non-stop? Have you taken a break at all?"

Blinking slowly, Ink brows frowned as he glanced around. He takes in all the papers, all the ones filled with new AUs and copies. "I...I didn't mean to." He tells Dream. In pure honesty, he didn't mean to. He meant to make a few new AUs and then write down some ideas for later.

But after making the first AU, it just went all....blurry? Blank? No, not fully blank. There was something there but Ink can't figure it out. Ink can't really recall what happened after creating the first time. It was as if it was all a dream. Recalling random bits but not knowing for sure if it really happened or if it was all in his head.

Looking at the new AUs and copies, he had a weird feeling. Yes, he wanted to create all of them eventually. But there was no rush or anything on it. So why did he just keep going when he didn't plan to before? He's missing something. He knows he can be a bit spotty in the memory department, so maybe it happened again? It's not the first time this has happened before. He can still recall the times when he would forget days at a time. The longest one was a month long. Or, at least, that's the longest one he knows about.

Maybe the whole thing with Er---Oh stars, Er---He's go--Happ-He was ha---whil-dy---!!!

[̶"̶S̶h̶h̶h̶h̶h̶~̶"̶]̶

'What was I thinking about again?' Ink asks himself with a frown. Shaking it off, Ink figures he'll remember later on. Or it'll come back to him eventually.

Turning his gaze back to Dream, Ink rubbed his throat absentmindedly with a sheepish smile. "Seems I might have hit a creative streak again. I didn't notice how much I was creating again." Ink shrugged with a chuckle. "Whoops!"

Dream sighs, rubbing his face. "Whoops is right, Ink. You need to take better care of yourself." It's something Dream has told him time and time again, but this time it sounded....lackluster. "Come on, Ink. Take a break. I'll get you something to eat and drink. Do you want juice or tea?" Dream asks his friend gently.

Tilting his head, Ink hums in thought. Something swims in his mind, faint but there. A certain smell hits his nose.

Giving a small smile, one that took so much effort for some reason, Ink told Dream "I'm in the mood for some hot chocolate!" Chuckling, Ink rubbed his throat once more, stepping over some empty red sheets of paper and a few white pieces of paper with lotuses sketched on them.

[̶"̶N̶-̶N̶o̶t̶ ̶y̶e̶t̶,̶ ̶l̶i̶-̶l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶a̶r̶t̶i̶s̶t̶.̶ ̶N̶o̶t̶ ̶y̶-̶y̶e̶t̶.̶ ̶I̶t̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶h̶u̶-̶h̶u̶r̶t̶ ̶a̶-̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶-̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶m̶-̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶s̶-̶s̶h̶a̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶b̶-̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶-̶w̶o̶r̶t̶h̶ ̶i̶t̶.̶ ̶N̶o̶t̶ ̶j̶u̶-̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶b̶-̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶m̶-̶m̶a̶n̶y̶ ̶o̶t̶-̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶s̶,̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶-̶b̶e̶ ̶s̶e̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶-̶f̶r̶e̶e̶.̶ ̶S̶o̶-̶s̶o̶o̶n̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶-̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶.̶ ̶S̶o̶o̶n̶,̶ ̶k̶-̶k̶a̶r̶m̶a̶ ̶w̶-̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶c̶-̶c̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶-̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶-̶a̶l̶l̶.̶ ̶I̶-̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶-̶s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ ̶h̶-̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶m̶-̶m̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶h̶-̶h̶u̶r̶t̶.̶"̶]̶

[Unstableverse; Underswap!01]

Tapping on the bathroom door with his knuckle, Stretch can't help but frown in concern.

"Swap? Sans?" Stretch calls out gently, tapping a bit harder when no reply comes. "Are you alright? You've been in there for almost the whole day?"

No reply.

Taking in a deep breath, Stretch lets it out slowly. Lifting a hand to rub his face, he truly wonders how messed up this whole situation is. He knows that Swap wouldn't be happy about that fucking glitch dying or killing himself off. Not with how disturbingly attached his brother is with his once kidnapper. But he didn't think it would be this bad.

Swap had a whole breakdown and panic attack. It had taken a good while to just get him to stop screaming as if someone was killing him! Or it might have been because at the moment Swap lost his voice. Not a good thing but at least the screaming had stopped. A lot of people had came rushing and banging on his door because of it. He had to make up some lie about Swap having nightmares and night terrors. At least the others will keep a good eye on Swap once he leaves the house because of it. He worries that Swap might do something very drastic with how emotionally unstable he is at the moment.

But, at least with that damn thing dead, Swap can start truly walking on the long road of healing.

The very long, looooong road.

Because shutting himself in the bathroom for hours on end doesn't sound healthy at all. But no one said healing, especially mentally, was easy. Stretch can understand and he'll be there every step of the way so Swap can go back to smiling like he used to. Bright, happy and nothing dark or anything to weigh it down.

"Swap, come on Bro, please just talk to me." Stretch nearly begs. With no reply, he sighs sharply. "Look, I know you're not happy about that thing dying. I don't understand why, but I get that you're not happy. So why don't I do something special to make you feel better?" Giving a smile to the closed door, Stretch started listing off some things. "We can have a taco night, visit Alphys for a sleepover and then in the morning, after eating some breakfast tacos and watching some anime with Undyne, we can head off to go see Napstaton!"

He waits. No reply. Not even the sound of anything moving.

Now deeply concerned and worried, Stretch grabs the doorknob and tires to open the door. it doesn't budge a bit.

"Locked?" Stretch softly asks himself. Frowning hard, he lifts his head to glare at the door with all he has. "Swap, I thought we talked about this! No locking any doors!" Stopping himself, he takes in another deep breath and lets it out, trying to calm himself. "I'm not angry, Bro. You know I worry about you when you do this. So, why don't you unlock the door and we can get started on that fun day, huh?" Nothing. Gulping, Stretch tries again. Maybe sweetening the pot will make Swap open the door? "Okay, okay. How about after Napstaton we go see the Queen? After that I'll even let you go play--I mean, make traps with Alphys. I know you missed doing that! I won't even be cramping your style by hanging around like usual. Doesn't that sound cool?"

Absolutely nothing.

Dread growing in his SOUL, Stretch yanks at the door only to growl once it doesn't open. Worry and worse case scenarios overtaking his mind.

'What if he accidentally knocked himself out?'

"Bro, open the door!" Stretch calls out, pounding on the door now. "Come one, you're really worrying me! Not cool, Bro, not cool!"

'What if he fell asleep in the tub?'

"I'm serious, Sans!" Stretch snaps out, slamming his fist on the door. "If you don't open this door right now, I'll break it down if I have to! Swap, open it right now!"

'What if someone took him again?!'

"I'm giving you three more seconds!"

'What if....'

"One!"

A scream, so bone chilling, echoes in his mind.

"Two!"

'What if he killed himself--!!!'

"T H R E E ! O P E N  T H E  D O O R  R I G H T  N O W !"

Not even waiting, Stretch summons enough magic to blast the door down. In that moment, it's pure panic and bad feelings running down his spine. Taking a shortcut isn't going to cut it at the moment. What if someone else is in there? Better to be prepared to fight if worse comes to worse.

He refuses to think that he'll find nothing but a pile of dust.

Rushing into the bathroom, breathing heavily, Stretch looks around with wild eyes.

A bathtub filled with cold water. Some water on the tiled floor. A fluffy towel missing.

No Swap.

No Sans.

"SSSSAAAANNNNNSSSSS!!!!" Giving a wild yell, he starts tearing through the bathroom, soon moving to the whole house. Screaming and yelling for his missing brother.

'How could this happen?! How did someone sneak past my nose?!' His brother was taken again, he had to be. He wouldn't just leave like that. He couldn't just leave like that. He has been in the house nearly the whole day, there was no way he'd miss his brother trying to leave. Everyone in the AU would have told him about it too if Swap so much as too a step out the house!

Someone took his brother again! Someone must have kidnapped him again!

He failed! He failed! He let his brother down again! He couldn't keep him safe! Couldn't save him! Let him done again and again!

He failed! Hefailedhefailedhefailedhefailedhefailedhefailedhefailedhefailedhefailedhefailedhefailedhefailedhefailedhefailed---!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[̶"̶H̶o̶w̶ ̶f̶u̶n̶n̶y̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶b̶l̶i̶n̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶y̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶g̶i̶c̶.̶ ̶E̶m̶p̶a̶t̶h̶y̶,̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶e̶m̶o̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶y̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶l̶o̶g̶i̶c̶?̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶k̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶m̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶h̶a̶r̶d̶e̶r̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶u̶p̶p̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶.̶ ̶H̶m̶m̶,̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶o̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶w̶e̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶c̶l̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶.̶"̶]̶

[Unstableverse; Nightmare's World] 

Shifting Swap in his hold, Fresh grins down at his friend. "Don' worry, bruh, I got ya!"

"I know that." Swap can't help but let his lips twitch up. "But couldn't you have let me get dressed first?" He asks, glancing down at the fluffy towel he was wrapped in.

"Where's the fun in that?" Fresh asked without missing a beat. "besides, bro, he might've seen or heard ya. Messes with his mind more too~" He chuckles like it's all one big joke. Even if Swap knows that he's faking it given the lack of SOUL, it makes his eyes soften.

Fresh is right, Stretch might have seen or heard them. And, Swap can admit it to himself, the thought of not having to see or deal with Stretch, or even give him a slight taste of his own medicine in a way, was nice.

"I suppose so." Swap agrees, gaining another chuckle from Fresh.

"Wish I could'a video tape his face when he sees ya gone! He's most likely throwing the most unradical fit!" Fresh says with a laugh. Swap's nearly empty face cracks a bit, a small smile and a little laugh leaving him at the over-the-top dramatic picture of it he has in his mind.

'Maybe I've watched a bit too much anime.' Swap can't help but think just as two people come out of the castle. Turning his head, Swap can't help but relax at seeing Dust and Killer. He might not have known them too well, but Error trusts--trusted them.

At this point, Swap only knows he can trust those who Error did. Because trusting those who Stretch did will only wind him back in a prison made to look like a home.

"Whut's up, broski's?" Fresh greets like him suddenly coming into their hidden little world with a naked, only covered by a large fluffy towel, is totally normal and nothing off about. "How ya doin' on this less than fresh day?"

"Shitty." Dust answers with a lazy smirk. "I'd ask the same, but I'm guessing you're not able to say how you're feeling today."

"Below the belt, bruh, below the belt." Fresh says lightly, chuckling. "Nah, it's all good! I brought someone Error just loves and I got an idea~"

"How likely are we to die?" Killer asks with an air of having done something similar before. Fresh's plans, when he drags others into it, aren't the safest or sanest around.

Fresh shrugs. "Everyone's goin' to die, brochip. With Error gone, this crib has a short life span." He says this with a grin, betraying his dire words. "Wha' do ya have to lose?"

"Touche." Dust shrugs with a chuckle. Turning around, he waves a hand over his shoulder. "Come on, the boss said to set you two up before he meets with you."

"I'm guessing you'll want clothes before the big boss comes down to meet you?" Killer laughs, following after Fresh and Swap.

"I wouldn't mind some." Swap answers, expression fading away into something blank and cold. To Killer, it's as if the little Monster is having trouble just showing how he's feeling. Either that or he's lost the will to show it maybe? He has no idea. He knows that Error kidnapped Swap in a fit of insainty a long time ago, after that he kept away from the little Monster mostly. Although Killer does admit that Error still looked very fond of Swap even after that. Just for that alone, so long as Swap doesn't betray them, he has a place here.

Although, he had thought that Swap was more....expressive? What could have happened to someone to lose that? To go so cold and blank? Like ice.

Oh well, not his issue at the moment. He has more important things to worry and think about.

Killer and Dust have never claimed to be sane. In fact, no one on the 'dark' side has claimed to be sane. With time running out, them only knowing so much, and vengance on their minds - whatever plan and plots Fresh has cooking up is better than nothing.

They've all been burned and harmed. One of theirs, the person who had protected and taken care of them, is gone. They are now united in ways that will bring this Multiverse down to it's grave. If nothing else, they'll kill the ones responsible for Error's pain before the crumbling Multiverse can. No ideas are bad ones at this point, not with how they all know that death is coming for all.

"Can't promise Nightmare will agree to whatever you're cooking up, but he'll listen at least." Dust tells Fresh, opening the front door, moving out of the way to let them in. "I'm going on the hunt. I'll be back once Cross gets here." He mainly tells Killer.

"Don't die too quickly." Killer chuckles, ducking out of the way of a smack from his friend.

"I'll die when you finally kick the bucket." Dust tells Killer with a kick, laughing when Killer dodges the kick only to trip on it instead and falling on his face. "Ha!" He sharply laughs only to go back to normal within a snap when he looks back at Fresh and Swap. "See you two. Don't let this washed out Killer short charge you."

"You dust pile!" Killer snaps back just as the door slams shut, face still on the ground.

"Wha' a welcome!" Fresh brightly says aloud, as if given te royal treatment.

To Swap, it felt more real and alive than anything greeting he has gotten in a long time. Just for that alone, he can easily agree with Fresh's words.

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[Warverse; ????]

Lifting up a rag, Error sniffs it only to snarl and toss it over his shoulder. First thing he needs is clothing for the babybones. Something he can at least work with. If he wasn't on a time crunch he'd just use his magic and strings to form something, but with whatever the hell that LOST Monster is roaming around he's not about to take any chances at the moment. After the kids, he can start stitching together his clothes together, or as much as he can.

Although, now thinking about it, he doesn't know much about the kids that are insane enough to think he's safe. Turning his head, he looks to where the older one, the Sans, was digging around in the dirt with the younger one, the Papyrus, who was giggling up a storm for whatever reason. Maybe dirt was fun? Error wouldn't know. All he knows is that it doesn't taste great and it getting in between his bones and in his injuries make him glitch and make it all hurt more than usual.

"KidS." Error calls, gaining their attention. "wHO aRE YoU AND whAT ARe LiTtLE babYbONes DoinG oUT sO lAtE?" He bluntly asks.

The Sans brightly beams. "I'm S1 and this is P1!" The child gestures to who might be his little brother, with how this whole AU is going Error honestly has no idea what is going on anymore, the little child happily waves with a childish coo. "He left and another person in a white coat left the door open, so I got us out." S1's smile falls, fear slowly taking over. "We weren't strong or smart, so He wasn't happy. But that's okay! We found you! You're strong, you keep walking even if you have ouchies, and you didn't hurt us or anything, so you're safe! You feel like safety~!"

There was so much to unpack in those sentences and so little time. How the child got that kind of logic, he'll never know.

"iS S1 aND P1 youR NAmEs?" Error slowly asks, raising a brow. He's heard some weird nicknames before, so they're not the weirdest ones out there. But they don't feel like names. More like titles. Like how Error is more a title than a name to him.

"What are names?" The child asks back, lack of understanding in his voice and face but curiosity shinning through.

'Well, that answers that.' Error grunted as he finally tugged out a little blue dress. It was simple, with some questionable stains, but overall it looked like it'd fit other than being a bit baggy perhaps. Concentrating, he lifted a hand. The dress glitches when he touched it, the little stains going away once he was done. Nodding to himself, he gestures for the only child paying him any mind to come to him. Said child does so without question which just makes Error worry a bit more over the possible lifespan of this kid.

Who the hell trusts someone who looks almost dead? Someone who had to literally stitch back their body together not too long ago? Oh well, not his problem. That's an issue for future parents to deal with once he finds a good one or a good pair.

"naMES aRE WhO yOU aRE. UsuALLy pAREnTS nAME ThEIR kIDS aT BirTH, BUT yoU CaN CHANgE iT iF yoU WanT." Error explains factually, taking the rags off the kid and swiftly changing him into the blue dress. The child just went quiet, pouting in thought. It went past his knees, was slightly baggy, but it was fine overall. It had a few ruffles and some sparkles survived being in the dump for stars only knows how long. A cute dress if a simple one.

Finished, Error goes back to the large pile of trash in front of him. If he found one piece of children's clothing in there, chances are he'll find another. People tend to throw away clothes in batches.

"Can...Can I have a name? P1 too?"

"hMMm?" Error hums, still digging but allow his eyes to look out the side of his eye sockets down at the child. "whAT DO yoU mEaN?"

"S1....S1 is what He called me. He said that is what I am." The child slowly said, obviously trying to gather his thoughts and put them into words. "I don't wanna be S1 anymore. I want my own name. P1 too!" The child somehow looked determined to Error.

"a NamE, HuH? WeLL, WhaT DO yoU haVE In mIND?" Error wasn't going to tell them they shouldn't have a name. If they want one they can have one. Pushing some trash out of the way, a pastel orange color caught his eye. Shoving his arm through the trash, eyes narrowed, he easily pulled out another piece of clothing. This time a pastel orange dress. It'd be big on the younger child, but he'd make it work with a few strings if need be. It was nice, some little flowers on it with tiny cute foxes and butterflies on it too. With choice in hand, and mentally wondering if shoes are needed or not, Error glitches it as clean as he can--

"Can you give me a name?"

'The fuck?!' Turning his head so fast his neck cracks sickeningly, Error looks down at the child in shock. "WoULDn'T YOU raTHEr nAME YouRSeLF?" Error asks bluntly, wondering if he's been hit so hard he's hearing things again.

The child just shakes his head, looking up at Error with wide, trusting eyes.

Oh, Error did not want to deal with this. Some part of him just wants to throw his hands up and scream. But he's not about to do that with the children around him. They have obviously been through some shit. Just from words alone he can tell that this isn't a happy AU at all. He's pretty sure that whoever He is a demon to the kids like Fate is to him. Makes his protective instincts shoot up. If nothing else, Error will kill Him so he's not an issue for the children anymore.

And not just because he always wished someone who would kill Fate for him so he could truly be free. No. No child deserves to be so afraid. It reminds him of the younger 'demon children' and the children from the more 'darker' AUs. If he could have, he'd kill more than half the Multiverse worth of people to make it so they had nothing to fear. Sadly, he couldn't. So, he'll do his best here. He just has to find out who He is and he'll kill him.

But first, dealing with names.

"i GuEsS i CaN." Error doesn't make an promises on giving them good  names, not like he's good at anything, although he can give them holder names maybe. Besides, if they don't like them they or their future-parents can change it. Looking up, his eyes snap around, soon landing on the youngest child who was now sitting near a pile of trash. Playing with a bunch of shoes? Error doesn't even want to know the level of luck that is given that the red boots on the kid's hands at the moment look to be in the kid's size. He's pretty sure that some of those shoes may fit the other kid too. "hEY, tErRoR NumbER TwO!" Error calls out, gaining the little one's attention. "coME hERe." He bluntly orders, lifting up the dress to see. "nEEd TO gET YoU DrESsED anD NamED."

"Nuha~" The child coos out, the boots tumbling off his hands when he flares them around. Then, the child is on the go, crawling towards them.

Frowning, Error tilts his head a bit in confusion. "hE lOOKs BiG EnouGh TO aT lEasT TUmBlE aROunD." He mutters. Sure, maybe not full on walk without any stumbling or falling, but at least a toddler's walk.

"He said that P1 was slow." Glancing down at the older child, something in Error roars.

That sounds too much like what the endless Voices would scream at him. One of the things would scream at him anyway.

Looking back at the crawling child, Error knows that there is a chance of the child being mentally slower. There's nothing wrong with that either if that is the case. However, Error would put his chocolate stash on the reason being that the kid never got the strength needed in his legs to be able to walk. Either from lack of use, practice or not being allowed to. No one probably took the time to work with the kid or allow him the chance to walk, or even take the time to teach him or help him out. Given some time, the little one will be able to walk. Just needs to work that strength up. It's most likely the same reason for why he hasn't talked or at least, didn't say any words that Error could understand. He most likely doesn't know how to.

Eventually, the child gets to where he's sitting. A tiny hand grabs his stitched pants, tugging on it. "Nyha~! Nuuuu~" The child coos out, giggling when he grabs him and lifts him to be dressed.

"yEs, YeS. GooD JoB." Error tells the littlest terror. That makes both children just stop and look at him. He wasn't going to question shit at this point. Instead he focuses on changing the youngest one. Shortly, he had him sitting next to his, who Error is pretty sure is, brother. The dress is big, some of the dress hanging off one shoulder and the sleeves nearly eating his whole hand, but Error figures it can work for now. Better than the other cloths they were wearing anyway.

'Alright, names....names.....' Traditionally, names tend to go together when it comes to twins or siblings, or even just family names in general. Like fonts for example. Of course not every family is like that when it comes to Monsters, but it's something he can go off of. Because Error sure as hell never thought he'd be naming anything let alone real-life, actually breathing and alive, children.

But all Error has to go off of that is his own name, if it could be called that. 'Error' isn't much of a name and he doesn't see it as one honestly. When it was....given to him, he guesses it could be called that, he owned it. He made sure that no one laughed at it and instead felt fear over it. Sure, it was in his more insane days. The days that were more blurry and hazy instead of clear. Yet he made sure that no one would look down at the title, at the only name he has ever known, or laugh at it. He might be an error, a glitch, a worthless piece of shit, but damn it, he'd made them fear it and himself despite that.

But can he honestly give children similar names like that?

"whAT KinD Of nAMEs DO yoU WAnt?" Error eventually asked bluntly. Maybe if they give him something to go off of he an find at least some options.

The oldest child hums before beaming, eyes shinning. "A name like yours!"

"Yuuuu~" The younger child agrees happily, patting his pantleg.

"YoU Don'T EvEN kNOW MY naME." Error was quick to point out. It's honestly safer for the kids not to know his name. With so many enemies running around, ones that may or may not think he is dead and ones that for sure want him dead if they ever find out he's alive, it's better for them to not know his name. Paints less of a target on their backs in the long run. "mY NamE ISn'T A KInD ONe."

"But you're kind." The older child points out, clearly having no idea who he is talking to in Error's humble opinion.

"nO. I'M ReaLLy NOt." Error tells them factually. So much blood is on his hands that he's drowning in it. He has enough dust on his hands to cover the whole Multiverse. He shouldn't even be touching innocent children. Tainting them is not something he wants. But with the way the youngest one is trying to climb up his leg he doesn't think he'll have the choice so scooting away from them any time soon.

"Yes you are!" The older one pouts, now looking more stubborn than anything. "You kept us safe, got us away from the LOST Monster, didn't give us back to Him and-and you didn't give us ouchies like Him either! You don't care that we're weak....you feel safe...." The child's voice goes into a whisper. "Never felt safe before now...."

"Nuuu..." The youngest starts sniffing, looking inches away from crying as he stares up at Error. "Saaaf!"

Well. Shit.

Error couldn't say anything unless he really wants these kids to start crying or look even more like an asshole than usual.

If they're asking for it, might as well give them what they want. So, names that are similar to his. Not the same, he's not about to name a kid 'Mistake' or anything like that. But something similar enough. Something that can go together too..... Oh, it'd be simpler if he just stayed in the VOI--that's it!

"NuLL." Error says, pointing to the oldest one. Then he points to the youngest one. "voID. ThoSE aRE yOUr nAMEs FoR NOw." Until they see those are horrible names and pick their own, or their future parents talk them into new names. Either option really.

The newly named Null gives a delighted gasp, looking as if Error handed him the world. Little tears now falling from his eyes. It made Error freeze and glitch, worse when he noticed how the newly named Void was crying too, rubbing his face on his dirty pants.

Despite the tears though, they were smiling.

Error doesn't understand. Not truly. Not fully. Maybe they felt free from the shackles bounding them from those old titles? No longer S1 and P1, but now Null and Void. Two little boys. Error knows he'd have killed many to just simply be who he wanted to be. To not be bound or forced to be in his position. Although, he doesn't quite get it. A name is a name, isn't it? He'll always be worthless and a glitch no matter what he calls himself.

For now, he reaches out and picks up both boys in his arms and lets them cry. Stars knows they need it. Later, he'll get them shoes, get himself ready, and then head off back into town to look for life, see if that LOST Monster is still there or not.

For now, he'll let these two children cry because no one ever let himself do the same.

[Unstableverse; Mobtale!01]

Sitting at a wooden dinning table, Lust absentmindedly traces little symbols on it.

It's strange being in another AU. He's never been invited into one before. Although, he wasn't really invited but more so picked up and taken into while sobbing his SOUL out. Not that he's going to complain. Not once has Mob made any kind of pass at him or even so much as hinted at wanting sex or sexual favors. In fact, he can't recall Mob or any kind of Mobtale Monster, from any AU or copy, doing that. They rarely leave their AUs out of choice. There must have been a lot of convincing or begging to get Mob out of his AU to do that insane plan.

"Ah!" Jolting and flinching a bit when a tea cup is set in front of him, he blinks to see Sniper, Mob's brother, grinning down at him.

"Some tea always helps me after a long day. Maybe it'll make ya smile, sweetheart." He gives a little wink, sitting down with his own cup and offering one up to his older brother. Mob takes the offered cup, sitting across from Lust.

It's strange to Lust. How nearly everyone knows about the Multiverse in Mobtale. Most brothers and everyone else, all the other Monsters, know next to nothing. Yet, for some reason, nearly everyone here knows. Lust has yet to ask why, he has a feeling it's something big. Maybe Mob told them? RESETS rarely happen in Mobtales from what he can tell. Or maybe it's something more? Lust himself hasn't told anyone, but that's because he doesn't see the point in it. RESETS happen often, and honestly, he rarely leaves his AU. No point in talking about something that isn't a big part of his life. The rest of the Multiverse might as well not be there.

There is also the case that not many others from other AUs have treated him, or other versions of him from other copies, nicely. He doesn't want to subject his AU and copies to that if he can help it. He can take the words, the sexual harassment and unwanted touches for them. The mere thought of his brother going through that chills him in ways he can't even explain. No, might as well keep his mouth shut and go about life as if he doesn't know about anything. At times, he wishes he was ignorant to it all. Would make life so much easier in the long run.

Reaching out, he takes the tea cup in both hands, lifting up to blow on it and take a sip. The flavor overtaking his tongue and making him feel warmer than ever before. A smile twitches up his face despite himself.

"Good, isn't it?" Sniper asks wit a chuckle, taking a sip himself. "It's honeydew tea, got it from a friend."

Taking another sip, Lust nods in agreement. "Y-Yes. It's very good." He says, face gaining a bit of color from the tea. It holds some magic in it, the intent alone made him feel warm in ways his endless heat can never do. He wonders if he can get that friend's name so he can go to them later and ask to buy some for himself.

"Good to see ya feelin' better." Mob says, sipping his own tea. "Sure ya don' need to rest some more? I can' get answers later." He might want answers right away, but he's a gentlemonster despite being a killer. Not like Lust is going anywhere or wanting to run away from him, no need for a big rush at the moment.

Shaking his head in negative, Lust slowly looks up at Mob. "N-No, thank you." Biting his lip, Lust slowly asks "You....You'll find out what's going on? Help me figure this out?"

Mob slowly sits down the tea cup, looking at Lust. Lust had to gulp with how intent and deadly serious Mob looked. No hint of a cocky smirk or sly gleam in his eyes at all.

"I'll do my best. Don' worry, doll, I'll help ya out so long as ya are helpin' me out." Mob assures. Sniper, who is sitting in between them, reaches out to gently pat his hand, making Lust's eyes tear up once more. It's been so long since someone who isn't his own brother gave him such an innoncent touch. When Mob allowed him to cling onto him, and hug him, patting and soothing him, Lust thougth he had been dreaming. And now here is Sniper, doing something similar. It's weird and heartbreaking, because in a way he's forgotten what it was like to be touched without anything sexual in it. Sex might be something different in his AU, but oh, how nice it is to be touched without that attached to it.

"Ya just gotta tell me what ya know, doll." Mob goes on to say, leaning forward on his elbows on the table. "We gotta touch bases, got to let all info in the air. Then, we can go on the hunt for what is needed. To help ya, ya gotta help me."

With that, no hesitation, Lust opens his mouth and talks about everything that happened during that fight. From the 'can't' and 'won't', to how Error felt and looked. He just spewed it all out while Sniper rubbed his back with a kind but grave look on his face and Mob looking at him in a serious way that no one else has done before.

All the while, in some part deep inside of him, something that has always been screaming for help goes quiet for the first time in a long time.

[̶"̶H̶o̶w̶ ̶a̶m̶u̶s̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶?̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶s̶k̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶O̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶o̶?̶ ̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶w̶h̶o̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶s̶k̶i̶n̶g̶?̶ ̶A̶h̶h̶h̶,̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶a̶m̶u̶s̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶b̶o̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶l̶o̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶.̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶m̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶.̶ ̶V̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶w̶e̶l̶l̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶d̶e̶v̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶f̶u̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶l̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶d̶o̶m̶a̶i̶n̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶h̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶r̶o̶a̶m̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶.̶ ̶F̶o̶r̶ ̶g̶i̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶f̶r̶o̶n̶t̶ ̶r̶o̶w̶ ̶s̶e̶a̶t̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶a̶ ̶a̶m̶u̶s̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶w̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶ ̶F̶o̶r̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶l̶o̶n̶g̶?̶ ̶U̶n̶t̶i̶l̶ ̶I̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶b̶o̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶s̶u̶p̶p̶o̶s̶e̶.̶"̶]̶

[Warverse; ????]

Tugging on the leather gloves his found, Error nods to himself. He has found some shoes that he had to stitch together, stitched his clothing together as much as he could, and Null and Void were fully dressed. The kids even found some gold buried under some dirt. Error can only guess that someone buried it there for safe keeping and maybe forgot about it or died before they could get it. It didn't look freshly buried after all. Error made sure to tuck that into his INV for later, just in case. Worse case scenario he can just steal what he needs, but it's always good to have a backup where stealing isn't an option.

Picking up the children, carrying them with one arm in case he needed a free arm or hand, Error made sure to stick to the shadows. Getting closer and closer to Snowdin, Error could slowly hear more and more movement. Then--

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

A loud, wild, wail echoed out. Someone dying wishes they could make such a sound. It echoed, making everything vibrate. Grunting, it took a lot to stay focused. A large part of him wanted to scream, flashbacks to the Voices screaming at him, calling for him, yelling out, insults everywhere, wishing he was dead, trying to kill himse--

"O-Ohh!"

"Nhhh!"

Two different sets of whimpers broke him out his thoughts. Blinking, he realized his free hand was on his own throat. Seems he was about to try snapping his own neck again. "aH." Sighing, he moves his free hand to pat the children's backs. "DOn'T WoRRy. I WoN'T anYThING haRM YOu." For now, these children are under his protection.

He'd slaughter anyone who even so much as thinks as harming anything or anyone under his protection. Much less children if he could help it. He's had to kill too many kids himself, no need to allow others to do the same when there is no need for it or any way to stop it.

Making sure to stay as much as out of sight as he can, he slips into Snowdin where the noise is. When he got to what he assumes is Grillby's, or a version of it, he had to pause at what he was seeing.

The so called LOST Monster was battling what looked to be the whole of Snowdin. Weapons being pulled out and used, magic going everywhere, war calls being called out. No hesitation or fear in their faces. Just pure--

P U R E  D E T E R M I N A T I O N .

'Holy shit!' Error nearly yelled this out. He had thought he was feeling determination before in the children, Monster children at that, but had thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him again. Monsters shouldn't be able to handle DT, Geno is proof of that. This LOST Monster too is leaking out DT. Like it has too much to hold!

'Just what the hell is going on. What did Inky do to this place?!' Frowning deeply, Error easily tucked away the children in between some buildings. "stAY hErE. I'LL bE bACk." Error orders, pointing to the ground where he sat the children.

"Promise?" Null softly asks before he can move.

Something in Error breaks and screams. A little voice inside of him laughing, another begging, and something in him linking together.

Promises, huh?

{"What is a promise worth?"}

"i PRomISe." Error says after a moment. If nothing else, he is a glitch of his word. Seeing that it calmed them down somewhat, Error stands and heads towards the chaos going all around. Gathering his magic in his hands, strings coming alive, Error's frown turns into a broken, bloody smile.

Swiftly dodging a large sweep from the LOST Monster moving around, diving into and through the group of fighting Monsters, Error laughs something insane out, allowing his strings to come alive and wrap around the LOST Monster's limbs. The LOST Monster tries to get it, some strings breaking, but before it could do much more, Error is jumping above it. Slamming down one leg on it's molted skull, it goes down and crushes on it's side with a otherworldly shriek.

Twisting into the air, he lands a few feet away from it. Strings still attached, he plans to tighten them enough and hopefully cut off the LOST Monster's limbs with it--but before he can, he has to shield his eyes from a bright light overtaking everything.

Blinking away the bright circles in his sight, he slowly lowers his arm to see the LOST Monster's shrieks slowly dying away as a bright, yellow and blue fire burns it alive. The flames flicker and devour the huge creature. Not one to just let his guard down, he keeps his strings on his fingers even if the fire has burned away the strings that were one on the LOST Monster.

"Oh my, I don't think you're from here, are you?" A soft, smoky voice asks.

Tensing, Error jerks to the side only to blink.

A Grillby stands there. Made mainly out of yellow and blue flames and dressed in old-fashioned clothing. A red tailcoat, a nice white dress shirt, dress shoes, and all other little details. In fact, glancing around, Error could see that all Monsters around where wearing old-fashioned clothing with weird little details and such.

The Grillby smiles, tilting his body to look around the newcomer to chuckle at the sight of two little heads peeking out from some buildings. Noticing how the other tenses, the Grillby straightens before giving a little bow. "Hello, newcomer. I'm Conflagration." Standing back up, Conflagration warmly chuckles, not at all minding how Error looks, feels or how dangerous the other might be. Instead, he smiles and welcomes as if Error wasn't someone who kills and has destroyed multiple AUs in a day.

It all makes something in Error scream and die, yet lightening at the same time. Being in this place, seeing these people, it makes something in him itch. Lifting a hand to scratch at his face, ignoring the blood and dust flaking off, Error glares at Conflagration as the Monster goes on with his greeting.

"Welcome to StringsTale."

-End Chapter-

There it is! I hope everyone enjoyed it! Over 9000 words, close to 10,000, so I'm happy with it. I honestly never thought it'd be so long, but here it is.

I'm glad it didn't take me too long to post this up. Next I'm thinking on sketching out some characters for Twistedverse, for my Twisted, fanfic. I plan to make it a whole Multiverse after all, so a lot of characters are going to be twisted in ways you may and may not expect. I also want to work on StringStitchesverse too. Maybe Delusionverse/Deludedverse - which is the Multiverse for "Become Mine and Mine Alone". I'll have to decide on one name for that Multiverse lol. I'm thinking on redoing that too. As it's still just in the starting chapters it wouldn't be too hard. Something to think about.

I have a lot planed and a lot of stories. I'm also working on a actual novel too at the moment, one I do hope to publish one day, never mind having to live beyond a computer screen - so sorry for any updates that take a long time. I hope the waiting time for any are worth it, or at the least everyone gets some enjoyment out of reading them.

Anyway, this book is slowly moving along! I know a lot of people can't guess many pairings that I have planed for yet because of Warverse characters not yet showing up - I mainly put in that tease for the time until I start showing or outright stating what pairings I have plotted for. No worries if no one can tell because half the cast hasn't fully shown up yet.

Oh! Also, for those have read and checked out my Artbook 2020 - everyone knows that Robin, the Underswap!01!Sans of Warverse, has 8 half siblings. I have changed that and now he has 10 half siblings! Not including himself lol. More on that later on in the story thought. I just wanted to say that now in case later people will say I did it wrong or messed up. Warverse is still being worked on and growing, so of course things and such will change as I work on it more and more.

In any case, I hope everyone is having a nice time, as well as safe, on their end of the screens! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and will do so for the future chapters as well.