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I'm so happy that everyone is excited as I am about this story! Thank you all for being so patient and understanding with me. It means a lot to me.

Warnings for this chapter - and honestly, for the whole story as it will get violent and may have triggers in it. Warverse is not a fluffy place in most cases; It's a great place for the people and Monsters living in it, but not so much for most outsiders. Warverse Monsters are insane pretty much, but they are products of their environment and pasts. I just want to give everyone a heads up now for whatever may come. Please keep this in mind while reading this story and any others that have warnings in them. This story is labeled "mature" after all.

Also, in Unstable Verse, unless stated, all the characters look like how they should besides height. Meaning, Ink looks like Canon!Ink, only he's most likely shorter - or Error is just that tall. Either or. But, I just wanted to say that now, as I will be describing how my Warverse characters look when they come in - as they do look very different in a lot of cases. Never mind how they act. That's a whole different barrel of fish, along with how different their pasts and AU's, whole Multiverse really, are.

Now, let's just get right into it!

-Chapter Start-

"iT's AlWayS thE UnAsSumING OneS." Error muttered to himself after stepping through the portal. 

He knew better than to let his guard down. Even if the little, newborn really, AU looked like a rocky no-man's land, Error knew that there could be something hidden. Once, Error had to destroy an AU that was filled with flying pigs - and nothing else. Really. Nothing but flying pigs, and the human child was this weird little farmer. 

Ink had a weird imagination, but Error supposed that Ink got that idea from the saying 'When pigs fly', one of the only sayings that Error knows of.

But, if all the years that he has been destroying Ink's creations has taught him anything, is that anything can happen. Even if the AU is just in the beginning stages, that doesn't mean anything. Error has no idea what Ink has stored into the CODES, on how Ink wants this AU to turn out. Or what Ink based this AU off of. It could be another 'What If' AU. Error hopes not. He'd hate for something like or similar to Horrortale to come to fruition. One AU is enough of starving Monsters, even if it does have copies.

Once the portal closed behind him, Error raised a hand, about to call upon the CODES - only to freeze.

Stepping out from behind one of the rocks was Ink - and he looked grim.

Then, Dream and Reaper came out as well.

Error wasn't stupid. He could now hear the shuffling of hidden Monsters behind the various rocks, all waiting for their queue.

He knew without a doubt that he just walked right into a trap. That the Voices, that Fate, had helped lead him to. Ink has gotten more ballsy, yet more stupid it seems. It wasn't like he could just die from getting beaten. If getting his limbs ripped off didn't kill him, if having his SOUL ripped apart didn't kill him, then this trap wouldn't. Even if they grind him into dust, he doesn't think he is going to die. Fate wouldn't allow their favorite punching bag to die just like that - not after conditioning him so well through their abuse.

It might break him further into insanity on the other hand. Maybe that's what Fate wants.

"iNk." Error nods in greeting, face tired and annoyed. "DreAM. REapER. evERyoNE hiDDing."

Ink's face just grows even more grim as he steps forward like a hero about to meet the final boss fight. The Monster looks like it's do or die.

Error has a feeling that he isn't about to like what is going to be said and done. He can already feel the headache coming alive. Which usually happens when he has to deal with Ink and his army of worshipers.

"ReaLLy, InkY?" Error could help but laugh a little, fingers twitching as he starts scratching at his many scars on his face. Making them bleed once more. "WhY CAn'T wE sTOP thIS?"

"Will you stop destroying?" Ink asked grimly instead of replying. Readying himself for a fight. Error wanted to just scream, because this was always the same. Always the same thing. Always the same words. Always the same game.

Error just wanted all this to stop.

"yOU KNoW thAT AS loNG AS yOU kEEp CreATiNG, I CaN'T StOP DesTRoyING." Error bluntly answered, scratching harder, making dust start to flake off. "wHErE tHErE iS cREatIon, ThErE iS dEstruCtIOn-"

"We don't need destruction!" Ink cut off Error, eyes going red as he snarled. "We never wanted you to start destroying! We never asked for it! This time, Error, we will stop you!" Ink's war cry made the hiding Monsters all cheer.

But, to Error, all he can hear is white noise.

{"We never wanted you to start destroying! We never asked for it!"}

'They.....don't need destruction.....' Something inside of Error started to crack, to snap and bend. 'They don't need......me......'

A small chuckle. Then, a full blow laugh. Opening his arms out wide, strings coming to life, Error grinned, eyes flashing with magic as he started to glitch. Tired he might be, a fire started to grow inside of him for the first time in a long time. A short lived one, but one that made something in him start to-

*Snap*

"WeLL thEN CreAToR?!" Laughing, Error had to hold back the tears that wanted to fall. "CoME, BRinG yoUR ArMY oF thE BlinD! LET thEIR BiASed jUdemENt RiNG oUT FOR thE mASsES!"

That seemed to be the signal Ink was waiting for. Because, after Error called that out, Ink raised his paintbrush and brought down a hand, massive amount of Monsters coming out of their hiding places with war cries.

Diving right now, Error choked on Fate's threads. For the first time however, no matter how tight they got, Error kept going - dust, blood and screams filling up the little world created.

All the while, something in Error was sNaPPinG. 

Today just isn't his day. Should have tried to stab himself with those knitting needles when he had the chance.

569 times the charm, right?

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Lust had many feelings and thoughts about going to war, a final battle to the death of either side, against the literally Destroyer of Universes.

He might just be seen as a sex crazed Monster that can only feel lust, full of nothing but sin, but that doesn't mean he is. He isn't stupid, he knows how the others see him. How they see his AU. But, the thing is, is that he is a product of his environment. There is no choice in his case. His AU views sex differently than others. His AU had been given injections, forcing them to have sex or else they'll die. They had to adapt their mindset, had to make their culture different so that no Monsters start Falling Down.

Sex might not be seen as something precious. But love? Compassion, being there for others, loving one another, loyalty in the matters of emotions? They are more than precious. A Lust Monster is very attuned with their and others emotions. He might not be as good as Dream or Nightmare, who can tell when someone is feeling positive and negative emotions respectfully, but he can at least be able to tell when another is feeling a certain way. All feelings are precious, all love is precious - all that he loves is precious, even if it's just himself feeling that or thinking that.

It's why Lust agreed to this insane plan. It was more than insane. There was no way they were going to win, he can call it right now. Error, who had destroyed only stars' knows how many AU's in his long life, in just one day even, was not someone to underestimate. Lust can't help but think that Ink is leading them all to their death. But, he has no choice but to go along. Because there is always a chance that Error might destroy his AU. Might take away those he loves from him. Even if there is a high chance he is going to die a very messy death, because he knows no one is going to be watching his back, it is worth it if his family and friends will have a happy future.

So, he sucked up all his complaints, and went in with the makeshift army of Ink's. Waiting in hiding for when Error comes along.

Mentally wondering if this would finally be his last day with his SOUL intact.

Then, Error came out. Making Lust peek out slightly from the rock he was hiding behind out of morbid curiosity.

It's the first time he has actually gotten a good, clear, look at the Destroyer of Universes.

Something in him froze, broke, then dropped.

The tall Monster looked like he was a prisoner of war for his whole life. Clothes old and worn, torn in so many places that it was hard to tell what the other was wearing to start with. It barely covered him at all. Then the scars. Lust never knew a Monster to live with so many scars. So many littered the Destroyer's body. Some bones looking like they were barely hanging on. Just how strong was this Monster to be able to take such pain and keep going? Was this not a sign that adding more pain would not work? If someone can keep walking when they are covered in scars, marks, chips and who knows what else, then how can a makeshift army make things any better?

Then, the Destroyer of worlds spoke.

"iNk. DreAM. REapER. evERyoNE hiDDing."

Paling, Lust's breath caught in his throat. Clinching at the rock he was hiding behind, he could hear other little noises and curses of the others who were hidden around him. The Destroyer noticed. The Destroyer knew that they were all here.

Yet, how funny it was, that the first little thought running in his head after the glitching Monster spoke was; 'He sounds so tired.'

No one has ever sounded that tired before, not in his hearing range. Not Ink. Not Dream. Not himself. Not even Reaper, who had to reap the SOULS of the dead sounded that tired. It was as if there was a great weight on the Destroyer's shoulders.

"ReaLLy, InkY? WhY CAn'T wE sTOP thIS?"

Confusion was overtaking everything. A terrifying kind. Watching the one who murdered billions laugh, scratching himself until he started to bleed. Not even flinching as the blood started to run.

Lust was told that Error, the Destroyer of Universes, was insane. Not someone to talk to. Not someone to reason with. All the rumors about the Destroyer didn't paint him a good light, and for a good reason with the other destroying whole AUs left and right.

So, why was it that here the Destroyer was, asking for all this to stop in such a tired tone? He couldn't hear any lie in the other, couldn't feel any lie. Either Error was a good actor, or he truly wanted this all to stop. But why? Did he mean stop the fighting? Stop the creation of AUs? Stop attacking him so that he can destroy the whole Multiverse? What was "this"?

Biting his lip, Lust frowned at his own thoughts. Why......why did he feel like he was about to make a huge mistake? One that he would come to regret? He was missing something. Or, this whole plan was making him think thoughts he shouldn't have.

"Will you stop destroying?"

Leaning forward a bit, Lust's SOUL started beating fast, waiting for an answer. This could stop this whole insane plan. If Error just says yes, then everything might be put off. No one will have to die.

Not even the Destroyer.....right? If Error says he will stop, then there has to be no more killing.

"yOU KNoW thAT AS loNG AS yOU kEEp CreATiNG, I CaN'T StOP DesTRoyING. wHErE tHErE iS cREatIon, ThErE iS dEstruCtIOn-"

"We don't need destruction! We never wanted you to start destroying! We never asked for it! This time, Error, we will stop you!"

While cheers echoed all around him, Lust kept silent.

{"yOU KNoW thAT AS loNG AS yOU kEEp CreATiNG, I CaN'T StOP DesTRoyING. wHErE tHErE iS cREatIon, ThErE iS dEstruCtIOn-"}

Can't.

Not "Won't".

Can not.

Not "Will not".

Words hold a lot of power. They can mean a lot of things. They can imply, they can be biased, they can tempt, they can be subtle, they can be blunt.

'Can't' implies that Error can not stop destroying even if he wants to. 'Won't' implies that he can stop, but won't.

'It has to be just a mistake, a trick of the words!' Lust breathed out, trying to calm himself even though he started to tremble. 'You're thinking too much on something simple! Error is the bad guy, the one we have to stop for the sake of the whole Multiverse!'

If that was the case, why did something in him say that he was missing so much of the bigger picture?

"WeLL thEN CreAToR?! CoME, BRinG yoUR ArMY oF thE BlinD! LET thEIR BiASed jUdemENt RiNG oUT FOR thE mASsES!"

Lust stood frozen still while everyone else moved at Ink's command.

Trembling, Lust slowly turned around so that he back was to the wall, and then slowly slid down until he sat on the hard ground. Wrapping his arms around his legs, Lust let some tears fall.

To Lust, those he loves are very precious. Even if he is seen as nothing but a sinful Monster, he would do just about anything for his loved ones.

Attacking a Monster who felt like he wanted to die was not one of those things he can do.

Let the others call him a traitor or coward. He's heard worse from them. He's been called everything from and a slut and whore to a Monster who is only good for spreading his legs. Lust was not going to move. Not going to make an attack. Not against a Monster who felt like he should be have started Falling Down a long time ago. With those last words Error had let out, Lust had felt so much coming off of him. How Dream missed this, how Ink missed this, he doesn't know. Hell, how Reaper missed this, he has no fucking idea. Maybe Error has a tight control over his emotions and only let it out right then?

No matter the case, Lust couldn't find it in himself to do harm to someone who was so tired. As if just wishing for death. Ironic that Reaper's touch can't kill him.

'Just how weak am I?' Lust bitterly thought to himself, putting his head on his knees, silently crying. 'Here everyone is fighting for the Multiverse.....yet I can't. I'm nothing but a slut, aren't I? They should have expected this from me anyway.'

Even if he is wrong about what he had felt coming off of Error, Lust can't find it in himself to fight. Not anymore.

Snorting bitterly, giving a watery laugh, Lust lifted his head from his knees, only to jolt in surprise.

A blue butterfly giving out a gentle glow fluttered in front of him.

Giving out a gasp, Lust froze when the butterfly came froward, lightly touching his wet cheek. As if giving him a little kiss before fluttering off. Right into the battle.

But Lust couldn't really pay that any mind. Not when a gentle and loving voice suddenly echoed in his skull.

{"Oh, Child, how kind you are. A shame no one can see past your barriers. Thank you for seeing a bit of My Child's pain and suffering when others will not."}

*Snap*

"I....I....!" Big tears started to roll out of his eye sockets. Biting his lip, Lust finally gave in. Letting out a huge sob, he screamed into his knees.

'I think we're making a huge mistake, and I have no idea why! WhywhywhywhywhyWHYWHYWHY-!?'

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"Shit!" Red nearly howled, dodging strings that came for him. Another Monster got grabbed and then dusted right then and there, their SOUL shattering once the strings got a hold of it.

'We're screwed ain't we?' Red chuckled to himself darkly and bitterly, calling out his Gaster Blasters once more to fire at the Destroyer of Universes.

He had thought that he knew how powerful the Destroyer was.

He had thought wrong.

When the Destroyer moved, it was with a strange grace to it. As if he had been fighting since birth. Which, for all Red knew, that could be true. There was no hesitation. No slipping up. No matter how many times he was hit, the Destroyer kept going as if he wasn't bleeding out and dust was flaking off his glitching bones.

'No wonder this thing can fight off Ink and Dream while destroying whole Universes.' Snarling in disgust, Red flexed his claws, moving as fast as he can through the crowd, listening for any orders as he readied his magic once more.

They all might die, they all might screwed, but that doesn't mean he can stop fighting. Not when his whole AU, his brother, the whole Multiverse, is counting on this plan to work. Even if he he gets tangled in those damn strings, he has to fight his way out until there is nothing but dust left of him. Killing this damn Destroyer will make everything better, make everything safer in this hellhole of a Multiverse.

If it means dying in a bloody battle that looked and sounded like it should be in a move or myth, then so be it. Just so long as he helps take down this fucking thing that keeps messing with his AU and Multiverse.

But, then finally, a break.

The Destroyer is fighting off Reaper, who has him in his hold and isn't letting go.

A chance.

Because Ink calls out what sounds like a final order. A final last attack that will take down the Destroyer once.

"Ready all Blasters! Put as much magic in it as you can - and when I say 'Fire', blast them all point blank at Error! This is our final chance!"

Readying his Gaster Blasters, Red stood at attention, fully focused on the orders and watching the Destroyer stopped at the orders, as if not believing what he had heard.

'That's right you bastard. You're not getting away this time - this here will be your graveyard!' Red viciously thought to himself, hands going into tight fists.

Never noticing a blue butterfly fluttering past him.

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"Ink, what about Reaper?" Dream softly asked his friend, eyes wide at the orders and looking worried.

Ink bit his lip at Dream's question. Glancing at where the two were standing in the air, Ink knew this was their only chance to get Error while he was too busy fighting off Reaper. Yet, while doing so, he was risking Reaper's safety.

But it's not like Reaper would die from this. He was the God of Death. He would be fine with some healing and rest given time. Time they might not have is Error lives past this.

So, even though his SOUL is sinking from the very thought of doing this, he has to.

Even if he wishes that this was all different. That Error would just stop. That he didn't need to risk someone else's safety. He has to do this. For the whole Multiverse. To make it safer and happier. To make things better.

Everyone here is risking their lives. A lot have already died. Dust was in the air, blood staining the rocks. Reaper knew what he was getting into when he agreed to this plan. Ink had to make a choice, a hard choice, but he knew the answer before he was even asked it.

"Reaper might be hurt, but he will live. He's the God of Death." Ink whispered to Dream, making the Monster bit his lip but nod in agreement. Sighing, trying to calm down, Ink looked up at the two in the air, raising his hand.

"READY!"

The two Monsters stood still in the air, Reaper tensing. Ink had to steel himself, knowing that this was the only chance left they had.

"AIM!"

If multiple Blasters fired at pointblank do nothing, then there is little left they can do. What else could kill Error? They have tried just about everything else. If there was nothing they haven't tried yet, then they haven't found it or thought of it after all these years.

He can only hope that Reaper forgives him for putting him in danger like this.

But, it's for the good of the Multiverse. Reaper might be hurt, but he will be fine.

Error, on the other hand, should die from this.

'Why does this hurt so much?' Ink bit his lip, wondering why that certain thought hurt him so much. Wondering which thought had hurt him so much.

Shaking off these thoughts, Ink knew what had to be done.

Swiftly bringing down his hand, Ink never noticed a blue butterfly swiftly fluttering past him.

"FIRE!"

Then, nothing but blinding lights filled Ink's vision.

Nothing but a plead, a scream, sounding out for mercy echoing through the blasts.

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"Ready all Blasters! Put as much magic in it as you can - and when I say 'Fire', blast them all point blank at Error! This is our final chance!"

'What.' Reaper froze at the words that were just yelled out. His SOUL falling at those orders.

Here he was, grasping the Destroyer tightly, keeping him in place when he had just been about to kick his legs out while the Destroyer struggled, when Ink called out that order for everyone to hear. For everyone to follow.

God of Death he might be, but even Gods can die.

"iSn'T FuNNY?"

Jerking his head up at the whisper, Reaper froze when he saw the broken eyes staring down at him. A bittersweet smile on the glitching face, something he couldn't read in the other's expression.

"yOU ArE thE goD oF DeaTH. ApARt OF SomEthING EvERYonE fEARs, KNoWs, hATEs, yET SomE lOVE. YoU ARe tHE GOd oVEr iT." Larger hands reach up and grab his arms in a strange gentle manner. Reaper was too shocked to even move. "i Am DesTrucTIoN. ApArt oF soMEthING EvERyoNE FEaRs, KnoWS, haTES, AnD OnLy A sELECt FeW loVE."

"READY!" 

Reaper made to jerk around to look at Ink, but a large hand griped his chin, forcing him to look up at the larger Monster. Starting to tremble at all the touching, gentle touching, something he had never felt before, Reaper could only gulp at the intense stare he was on the receiving end of.

"WhAT iS liFE withOUT DEaTh? DeaTH WitHOut LifE?" The Destroyer softly asked, a strange glint growing in his eyes. "WhAT IS cREAtION WIthOUT DEstRucTIOn? DesTRuCTioN WiThoUT CREaTIOn? TeLL mE, REaPER, WhaT aRE WE IN thIS nEvER ENdiNG CyCLE?"

No words could come out of his mouth. Reaper couldn't speak a single word. Eyes going wide, all he could do is stare up at the Destroyer, his SOUL pounding, something in him trying to tell him something. Trying to make sense of all that is happening, of what the Destroyer is trying to say.

Trying to understand that soon, he will die along with the Destroyer.

"AIM!"

"iSn'T FuNNY?" The Destroyer asked once more, a deep chuckle tinted with a hysterical note coming out of his mouth. "LoOk At US. DeaTh AnD desTRucTiOn. BuT lOOk At EvERyoNE elSE! It'S fuNNY hoW tHEY cAN AccEPt DEaTh....." A sharp smile suddenly bloomed on the Destroyer's face, making Reaper's eyes widen and lightly flinching back - but the hold the other hand on him was strong. "bUt THEy caN'T AcCEPt DEsTRucTiON."

It was ironic. How at the start, Reaper had been the one holding the other in place, but now, the Destroyer is the one to hold him in place. Yet, Reaper couldn't move even if he could. Not when something started to nag at the back of his mind. Not when the gentle yet firm touching made his SOUL pound. Everything else, all the noise from the others, becoming white noise.

Strangely, Reaper didn't mind dying like this. With someone who can touch him. With someone who is touching him in such a manner, something no one has ever done before. Even if it is with the Destro-Error. The Destroyer's name is Error.

If he is to die with him, better to say his name. For someone who has killed as many as he has, for someone who is about to die, he at least deserves the respect of his name being used, even if it's just in thoughts, and not his title.

Error moving got his attention. The one hand no longer holding his chin, but now instead both arms are on each arm. Firm, yet ever so gentle.

"DeaTH iS nEEdED anD wanTED." Error softly whispered, the words drilling into Reaper's mind. Flushing a little and eyes going wide at the words being said - only for him to still and tense at the words to come. "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." Laughing a bit, Error's eyes looked so broken. All Reaper could do was blankly watch this breaking Monster break more and more. Both mentally, emotionally, and physically. "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!? 251521 185 1455454 61518 211211435 10211920 119 9 113 22120 208525 41514 20 2311420 135 9 3114 20 201115 208919 114251315185!"

"FIRE!"

Bright lights flared out everywhere. The laser blasting off and setting course, aiming true.

Reaper should be crying out in pain.

Instead, he is crying out in shock, confusion and surprisingly horror.

Why?

Because Error, the Destroyer of Universes, who has killed more than Reaper thinks he has ever reaped, had just threw him out of the way.

Saving his life.

'Why?!' Reaper cursed when he hit the ground roughly, rolling slightly until stopping in a heap away from everyone else. Head jerking up, harshly panting, all Reaper could do is stare wide eyed at where the blasters were firing at. SOUL pounding in his chest, confusion and so much more taking over his SOUL and clouding his mind.

'Why would you save me?! You could have easily moved, easily left me there, easily killed him along with you - why would you do that?!'

Something light touched the top of his hood. Words echoing in his skull, making him freeze.

{"Do you not see his mercy?  Mercy he has given so many times even if no one understood it? Do you not understand his mercy that he tried to keeping acting? Child, can you not see him at all even if both of you are yin?"}

Giving out a dry sob, confusion mixing in with so many other emotions he can't even describe and understand the reasons for feeling them, Reaper didn't notice a blue butterfly fluttering off his hood.

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Ink stood there, waiting until the blasters finally died out. When the light finally faded, when the screaming and pleads went silent, yells and curses sounded out, making him open his eyes once more.

Only for his SOUL to still.

There, stood Error. Clothes nearly all gone, bones looking worse, glitching badly - but alive.

'How can he survive that?' Ink could only blankly think, horror and something else pooled in his SOUL, eyes widen and mouth dropping. 'That should have been impossible to survive!'

Getting blasted at all angles from a high level magic attack should have turned Error to dust - maybe even evaporating said dust. Yet, there the tall Monster stood in the air, looking down at all of them with a painfully blank face.

"Ink?!" Dream grabbed Ink's arm, making him twitch, refusing to even glance at him. Ink couldn't look away from the sight that Error gave them all. A Monster that seemed to survive all that they throw at him.

'I've led us all to our deaths.' Ink blankly thought to himself, feeling a bit numb with that realization. If that attack couldn't kill Error, an all-out attack that was used with their highest level magical attack, then nothing could. Or, at least, nothing he could think of.

Opening his mouth, Ink was just about to tell Dream to run - to call out a retreat, when Error opened his mouth, getting everyone's attention.

"InK, CreAToR." Error looked down at them blankly, before that face shattered. An insane grin growing on his face, tears starting to fall, and arms out as if to hug them all. "ToDAY, ThIS NEvER EndiNG GaME ENdS!"

A sick feeling grew in Ink's SOUL.

A feeling that wouldn't leave for a long, long time when everything is said and done.

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'They done't want destruction! The don't want me! They don't care! Don'tneeddon'twantdon'tneeddon'twantdon'tneed'don'twantdon'tneed!' Error couldn't help but mentally laugh at it all. Not caring about the scared and shocked faces looking up at him.

There is only so much that a Monster can take before they break.

Error broke a long time ago.

He is not shattered into tiny pieces.

He can't take this anymore. Can't take this pain. Being so tired to not even want to move an inch. Being forced to destroy, something he loves doing, but is hated for it. Hated for doing something he is forced to do. He has took all the pain, all the torture, all the hate - and for what? they don't want him. The don't want or need destruction in their minds.

'Let creation be their deaths then. Let it lead them to their final destruction.'

Balance is needed. Fate has forced him to be a plaything for them and Ink. Forced him into this role with almost no way out.

Almost no way out.

"YoU aLL Don'T WanT oR nEEd DEstruCtiON?" Error laughed out, tears falling from his eyes. Not bothering to wipe them away. He ignored them. Ignored his broken bones. Ignored the blood pouring out of him and dust coming off of him. Ignored everything as he gathered enough magic to make what he wanted happen. "FInE tHEN! i'M TiREd OF thIS, TiREd OF thIS GAmE. SO, InkY!" Error beamed down at Ink with a broken and unhinged look on his face. Ink, however, stared up at him with too many emotions to count. "yOU WIN! lET cREaTION BE ALL thERe IS!"

With that, Error opened a portal in the ground. A portal leading straight into the VOID.

Screams and yells rippled out at the sight of the VOID. The VOID echoing with static, hungry and all consuming.

Yet, to Error, it sounded like soft whispers of rest.

Letting the magic that was keeping him up in the air go, Error started to fall - right into the VOID.

He ignored the screams. Ignored the commotion. Ignored the strange reactions. Ignored anything and everything.

Ignored the blue butterfly that fluttered down to him, going inside of his chest.

Instead, he gave a peaceful and bittersweet smile. Tears streaming down his face, mixing in with the blood and dust. Closing his eyes once he fell into the portal, into the VOID.

Then, there was nothing but static as he was slowly pulled apart and scattered across time and space.

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It was sudden.

It was out of nowhere.

But, suddenly, Nightmare started to scream. A eerie scream that sent chills down Color's spine.

It made the others pause, but it gave Color the time needed to scream out for a retreat. Opening a portal, Color made sure to run behind the group that was left alive just in case. Before heading into the portal however, he chanced a glance behind him, eyes going wide and nearly tripping at what he saw before he was through the portal.

Nightmare was still screaming, but looked to be in some kind of pain as he clawed at his chest. Nightmare's whole gang surrounding him, all seeming to be talking and trying to make sure that no more attacks are coming.

But it was the tears rushing down most of their faces that made his SOUL stutter.

So many questions swirled in his head, a pang of worry hitting him when he saw tears slipping down Killer's face.

'What can make such horrendous Monsters cry like that? Make a nightmare scream?'

Before he could see anymore, the portal closed. He, and the ones alive, back where the meetings were held. All worried, yet hopeful that the plan worked. Dance and what was left of his group soon coming in as well through a portal. Leading to a grim silence as they waited for Ink's group to return with the news of if this plan worked or not.

Only one group was left to come back.

Color could only sit down, tapping his finger on the table while he waited. Confusion, worry, and so many emotions running through him. Having no idea why those villains started to cry. Maybe it was a sign that the plan worked?

Color can only hope this was true.

{Later, Color too will cry and finally understand why those tears were shed that day.}

---------------------MOBTALE-05---------------------

Dance had no idea why, but Fresh seemed to freeze mid-fight. Face going totally blank, no longer having on his cheesy smile. Even his shades went totally blank.

Having a choice, Dance yelled out for everyone to retreat. This was just meant to be a distraction after all, and they have already lost so many lives in their small group already. This pause was just what Dance needed to make sure that everyone still alive can get out.

Portals opened, Monsters rushing to get out. And during all of that, Dance noticed how Fresh didn't move a single inch. As if the other had been turned to stone. For a Monster that seemed to never stop moving, it was a scary sight. Something he thought would bring relief, but instead just brought him horror.

There was something just wrong with seeing Fresh staying still. It was as if it was a sign of something to come. What exactly was to come, Dance had no idea. He didn't want to know either. It was as if something inside of him was trying to tell him something, trying to understand what he just saw and why it happened out of nowhere. For someone like Fresh, the thought of him being still and not moving, it sent chills up Dance's spine at the sight of it. He had no idea why either. Making the whole feeling worse and worse as confusion started to eat up his mind while terror filled his bones.

Ignoring the feeling as best as he could, Dance rushed into the portal, letting out a sign of relief when it closed behind him.

{Later, Dance will know and understand why seeing that sight filled him with horror.}

--------------------UNDERSWAP-01---------------------

*CRACK*

Swap stared blankly down at the broken cup.

Standing alone in the kitchen, something that was normal for him at this point, Swap felt numb just a few seconds before. He had felt numb when he had grab the cup. Had felt numb when he went to the sink to get some water.

Then, it felt like someone just stabbed his very SOUL.

Dropping the cup, all Swap could do is stare blankly down at it. Trying to understand just what happened. The pain growing worse and worse inside of him. As if something inside of him, as if his SOUL, was trying to tell him something important.

But what could bring such pain to his SOUL without him seeing or hearing anything when he has been so numb for so long?

"I guess I should clean this up....." Bending down, Swap started to carefully gather the pieces of glass, only to stop when he noticed his hands getting wet. With a trembling hand, he lifted it up to his face. Blinking, he brought his hand back to see it wet. "Tears....? I am crying....? W-Why-?!"

Pieces of shattered glass hit the hardwood floor. One hand clawing at his face, the other clawing at his shirt, right above where his SOUL is, Swap gave out a pained scream. His SOUL feeling like it was cracking, slowly shattering.

Curling up, screaming never stopping, Swap let the tears rush out until there were not tears left.

'Why does it feel like something important is gone?! Why does it hurt so much?! WhywhywhywhywhywhywhywgyWHYWHYWHYWHY-?!'

A heartbreaking scream echos out around Underswap, making more than one Monster start to cry without knowing why.

All feeling as if there was something lost to them. That there is something that they can never take back no matter what they do.

{All around the Multiverse, many started to cry and scream in confused pain. SOULS feeling like they were stabbed. Like something is lost to them. Something they might never get back. Something they might not have ever had. Yet, even with this pain, it will not stop there. Not with the war drums starting their beat unheard by nearly everyone.}

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?"

Destiny hid a smile at their siblings enraged yell, hearing it even though it was miles away. Now wasn't the time for laughter, Destiny can not stay still for now.

No, they had to make sure that their child is safely given to another before anything else.

Closing their eyes, Destiny started to walk away from where the enraged screams were coming from.

They could hear the war drums beating faster now. Harder. It was echoing all around them.

Opening their eyes, Destiny knew it was time.

Time to get their child the healing and love he deserves.

Time to get their child to a place where no one, not any kind or version of Fate, could touch him without sever consequences.

War is coming. And only a place like Warverse could keep Error safe while helping him heal in their own special kind of way.

{The Unstable Multiverse lost someone they needed more than anything. Warverse will not willing give him back. The Unstable Multiverse willingly gave him up after all. They can never take that back. And Warverse was never stated to be selfless and kind.

The war drums echo out, starting slow and growing with every second.

"You wished for this to happen. Wishes are not cheap, they come with a price that no one can understand or see at the start, sacrifices and pain brought to those against the wish, and once stated it can never be taken back. Can you hear the war drums, children? This is the price of your wishes."}

-End Chapter-

The encrypted code translates to; "You're needed for balance, just as I am, but they don't want me! I can't take this anymore!" - just in case no one understood it or figured it out during the chapter.

In this chapter, I wanted to show various thoughts and such with characters. I'm not the best at writing fight scenes, hopefully with practice I will get better, but I did like how this turned out. I wanted to show what others were thinking and feeling. How some were getting bad feelings, seeing something wrong, while some didn't and just wanted to get this plan done - killing Error. I also wanted to show various reactions to said 'death'.

Yes, Error (Erratum) 'died' differently here. With him being slightly different from the older version, this made sense to me. Here, he still loves destruction so much, hates that he is forced to do it and would rather do it on his own terms but he has a job to do, but Ink's words and everything else that has happened over those long, long, long, years finally broke him. Leading him to try and kill himself in the only way he hasn't tried yet because of him still caring about the balance. They didn't want him, said they don't need him, so therefore, he got rid of himself. All his work, in his mind, was for nothing right then. Making all his pain worthless, everything he had to go through worth nothing.

Not going to lie though, when I had written Ink's reaction to Erratum surviving the blasters, I had some holy sounding music playing in my headphones. Lol, it was pretty funny, but also really dramatic while writing that because of the music. A little fun fact.

It's a bit different, but I do hope that everyone still enjoyed it and how everything went down. Don't worry though, we will still see a lot of the Unstable Multiverse as time goes on, as well as Warverse of course. I'm really looking forward to the future plot points lol. I still am not for sure on who to pair up Erratum with though - as like I have stated before, Warverse characters are very different than the last Multiverse I used in the older version of the story. I can't wait to hear everyone's thoughts when Warverse characters start showing though! I look forward to everyone's reactions lol.

In the next chapter - Warverse will finally be shown! Please keep in mind that Warverse is a very different Multiverse, ran by different rules and laws. Characters - their backgrounds, personalities, how they dress, ect -, AU's, how everything is ran, pretty much nearly everything is different. This Warverse is also an AU of my own story set in Warverse - as I can't use that plot there for that story - but there will be spoilers about the characters in here for that story and Multiverse. So, some confusion is going to happen over Warverse, but everything will be explained in time. Please keep this in mind.

I'm sorry for taking so long to get this chapter out - but I hope that the wait was a little worth it and that everyone enjoys it! I'm actually working on a new story, with a new version of Error and a whole other Multiverse, and I am planning on rewriting "Twisted". I want to give more body to the story, more world building, make the characters more 3-dimensional, and more details. Twistedverse, the Multiverse of "Twisted", is ran by a different concept than all my other stories. Twistedverse, is Chaos and Creation, not Destruction and Creation. This should effect the Multiverse in a big way, and I want to show that.

Anyway, I hope that everyone enjoyed this once again. I am off to write some more!