I mean, we have to start somewhere, right? And I think it's best we start at the beginning, on how they all arrived to the AoD House (well, not all of them, duh, but some)

Also, this chapter is somewhat more focused on the Bad Sanses, since they're who I'm most familiar with.

Warning: I'm not that great at writing in Story Mode, which is why I prefer Script version usually, so don't expect for the best from me ._.

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Anti-VOID
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Error sat on the white floor of the Anti-VOID, reading silently and enjoying the peace and quiet that surrounded him. He felt content.

It was these days that he longed for and loved (which was unusual, given the fact that he was the god of destruction, after all). The days where Nightmare would let them do their own thing and give them a break from destroying, the days where no new AU's were created, the days when the Star Sanses weren't plotting on stopping him once and for all. It was heaven.

Speaking of the Star Sanses, Error thought about Ink, his enemy and, as ironic and cliché as it sounds, boyfriend.

Him and Ink hadn't been able to spend much time together since the AoD had ended, so he hasn't seen much of the paint-splattered protector.  Except for the times they had met on the battlefield. Those don't count.

They had their occasional dates, and they still talk, but rarely so, as they were both part of two different sides, two seperate worlds. ('Jeezus Crispies that was so cliché' he thought to himself)

That was the hard part about having a good guy for a boyfriend.

Error sighed. It sucked, not getting to spend much time with Ink because they were in seperate sides. He thought about Cross and Night's relationship and about how lucky they are, being on the same side together.

He stared up at the blank ceiling of the Anti-VOID and sighed once again like the glitchy angst skele that he was. He wondered if Ink thought about this stuff as well.

....

Probably not.

Error sighed and went back to his reading, slightly frustrated as he'd lost where he had been and had to return to the start of the page again. He also reminded himself that he needed to get prepared, because he was coming over to Geno's Save Screen later to have some brotherly bonding, so yeah.

Suddenly, a portal opens in front of him. Error looked up from his book, scowling. 'Seriously, Star Sanses?' He thought to himself as he silently cursed the Guardians of the AU's and summoned two of his Gaster Blasters. Sometimes he really hated his boyfriend and his little minions.

He aimed his blasters at the portal, waiting for one of the good guys to pop out any second. But the person who came out of the portal wasn't Ink, Dream, or Blue. Instead came out a small hooded figure, with their hands in the air in a retreating gesture. The hood covered their entire face, so Error couldn't figure out who they were, but from the slight bit of skin he could see from under the hood, he could tell they were human.

"Chill, Error, I ain't here to hurt you." A young female voice called out from inside the robes. Ah, so it was a woman.

Error didn't let his guard down and continues to point the Gaster Blaster at her, glaring fiercely, "WhO seNt YoU? Is tHis a triCk?! DiD Ink Plan tHis? Who aRe yOU? HoW aRe YoU HeRe?" Error asked question after question.

The female sighed, "I was sent by nobody but myself, this isn't a trick, Ink knows nothing of this, and who I am and how I got here is not important." She answered, "I merely am here to ask for a favor."

Error snorted, "Do YoU hAvE a dEAtH wiSh, oR aRe yoU juSt STuPiD? HoW iN yOur RiGht MiND diD yOu AsSUmE I'Ll HeLp YoU?" He snapped at the human. It was ridiculous, honestly. Did this puny little girl really think he, the God of Destruction, would help them? Hilarious.

The human sighed again, "Look, just hear me out. Put the Gaster Blasters away and we'll talk this out peacefully. If you don't want to help me, I'll leave immediately, or you can blast me right here, right now, but I think you're going to want to hear what I have to say first, since you aren't just doing a favor for me, I'm also doing a favor for you." She stated.

Error thought about it. He could blast this human to smitherines or ask them to leave, and go back to his peaceful and quiet reading and contemplating on his relationship.

But he also wanted to learn what this human wanted, and why they would go to him of all the people she could go to.

Curiosity got the best of him, and he unsummoned the Blasters, staring at the mysterious hooded female expectantly,

"I'm LiSTeNiNg."

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4:20PM (uwuwuwu)
Dusttale
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Killer and Horror were seated comfortably in their friend's house on the surprisingly comfy yet dusty couch (they assumed their bestie stole the couch from one of the deceased monsters' house, since there were quite a lot of dusted monsters and quite a lot of furniture that was left unused and untouched in they're uninhabited houses), cozily snuggled into the soft blankets their best friend had lended them (also probably stolen, presumably from Alphys or Undyne, since one of the blankets had an anime printing, but then again, their friend was a big otaku themselves, so who knew?), the two best friends sipping their delicious steaming mug of hot chocolate and chatting happily as they waited for their friend to return.

Dust, their other best friend and the Sans of this AU, had went out earlier just after he had finished making the three of them some hot chocolate, due to the fact that their human had returned to the Underground.:

Dust walked into the living room happily with three steaming mugs of hot chocolate, one of them balanced on top of his head. He passed out the two mugs to his two friends and reached for his own that was on top of his head.

"Ahh~ this is the life." Killer moaned out as he practically melted onto the couch, sipping his hot chocolate. Horror nodded at his eyeless black teared best friend in agreement, sipping his hot chocolate as well. "Thank god we went here instead of my AU." Horror said "Speaking of, why did we even think going to your AU for our chill time would be a good idea?" Killer wondered out loud. They all thought about it and realized he was right, "....Good point. You two'd probably dead by now if we went to my AU, or you'd probably have killed everybody there. Whoops." Horror shrugged.

Dust chuckles, "Well, glad you're enjoying yourselves." He leans back on the couch, raising the mug towards his..mouth? Teeth? Ahh whatever. He lifts the mug towards him, about to take a sip, when....

"Oh comedian~~~~!" A loud childish voice echoed outside, disturbing the peace and Dust's murder free day.

Dust's eye twitched upon hearing the obnoxious familiar voice, slamming his mug of hot cocoa down, surprisingly gentle enough not to break the mug or spill it's contents, "Fucking dEmOn ChiLd- wE DoN't WaNt yOuR giRL sCoUt CoOkiEs-"

Horror chuckled at the sudden change in his friend's emotions and gave him a comforting pat on the back, "There there, Dust, do not fret. Just go and kill the kid already. The faster you kill them, the quicker you can get your hot cocoa and we can start binge watching Marvel movies on Netflix." He gestured to the TV in front of them that they had all mostly forgotten about due to the hot chocolate, which, indeed, had Netflix on it.

Dust pouted, staring longingly at his hot chocolate that rested on the table for a few more moments, then sighed, standing up reluctantly, "I hate that demon child." He declared, "I hate them. I wish for them to be captured and tortured by the Duolingo owl as they are taught useless Spanish words they will never need in the future, then fed to the owl's offspring." Horror chuckled, "We know, Dust, we know." Horror continued to pat his back.

"Well, I think they're pretty cool-"

"Hush, Killer."

Dust sighed and walked sadly towards the door. He took two jackets from the coat hanger -one like the one Dust was wearing now and the other a very thicc and fluffy winter coat- and put them on, then wrapped his deceased brother's scarf around his neck and put on some mittens. He stepped out of the house and into the snow, closing the door behind him.

Now Horror and Killer waited patiently for Dust as they chatted along.

Horror laughs at something Killer had said, "I know, right? He-"

But whatever Horror was about to say was cut off as a portal suddenly appeared overhead. They both looked up at the portal in shock and confusion.

"What the-" was the last thing that came out of their mouths as the portal sucked the two skeletons in, two blankets and half empty hot cocoa mugs being left behind.

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Dust wanted to go home.

It was a particularly snowy day in his AU, which happened rarely, and the air was so thick with snow it was barely possible to see past 10 feet ahead. It was one of those days where you would just want to curl up in a thick soft blanket next to the fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate and binge watch Netflix without a care in the world.

Which was what Dust should be doing, but Fate decided to fuck with him and now here he was, in the middle of Snowdin, wrapped in three jackets and his brother's scarf as he froze his ass off. He silently cursed Fate for this betrayal.

He strode through the snowy and dusty desolate grounds of what had used to be the bright and vibrant Snowdin silently, a trail of dust following him as he made his way to his house where Horror and Killer were waiting for him, his brother's tattered scarf flowing in the wind behind him.

He shivered slightly and sneezed as a particularly strong gust of wind hit him, the cold rattling his bones.

You could argue that skeletons couldn't feel temperature due to them being made up if merely bones, but these were magical skeletons that defied all laws of nature and reality, so science and bodily function don't really apply to these particular skeletons.

Dust shivered and wrapped his slightly blood stained coat around him even more, wiping his nasal hole (where his nose should be) with his slightly bloody sleeve. He really wished he was back at home with his nice steaming mug of hot chocolate, rather than out here.

He had just finished killing the demon child, who had unexpectedly returned when he and his best friends were hanging out, so his clothes were slightly stained with a tad of blood from killing and was in slightly less of a good mood than he had been before. He didn't even get to drink some of his hot chocolate he had made earlier! He groaned, cursing how bad the little demon's timing was and wished that they walk through a floor of burning legos.

This child was going to drive him insane one day.

Oh wait...

He continued  trudging on towards the direction of the small house he had lived in, where his two friends, Killer and Horror, waited, the two skeletons presumably cozily tucked into his soft blankets and sipping their hot chocolate.

Speaking of hot chocolate, his own steaming mug was calling for him in the house, it being the only reason Dust hasn't just passed out on the dusty, bloody snow there and then.

Suddenly, Dust froze, not quite literally, but you get the point. He facepalms at his idiocy, cursing himself. He was a magic skeleton that defied all laws of nature and reality! He could teleport, for heck's sake!

Well, whatever, at least he'll finally get his well deserved hot cocoa.

As he readied himself to teleport to his house, he suddenly felt the ground beneath him disappear. Confused, he looked down at his feet, only to be greeted by a swirling portal under him. "Fffffuck." He cursed, before dropping into the portal.

He just wanted his hot chocolate.

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4:20AM
Dreamtale
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Cross honestly worried for his senpai's mental health sometimes.

He himself wasn't really one to judge someone when it came to mental health, considering everything he's been through, and it's usually very normal to see the Bad Sanses acting idiotic and completely mental.

But that was exactly the problem, Nightmare wasn't normal for a Bad Sans.

He was usually the voice of reason and hurtful truths in the Bad Sans group. He was silent, always watching, never taking action except for when it came to flinging people into walls or out the windows, which was possibly Nightmare's favorite pass time.

But today Nightmare acted...odd. Cross had walked into Nightmare plenty of times during today, and always whenever he did run into him, Nightmare would either be with a biscuit, a loaf of bread, or a bowl of dry cereal.

Now, you may be asking, 'Cross, what's so weird about that?'

Well, nothing, as Nightmare bringing the food everywhere wasn't necessarily the problem.

It was what he did with it.

Multiple times whenever Cross saw Nightmare with one of the three foods with him, Nightmare would be talking sweet words to it, stroking it gently, or heck, just stare at it lovingly as he devoured the food.

He was wondering if the Murderous Trio were a bad influence to his senpai.

He also wondered if it was a good idea to refuse his dude, Epic's, invitation to go to Epictale and hang out.

Cross walked through the winding halls and corridors, not heading towards anywhere particular, when Xhara appeared in front of him, making him screech and jump back from shock.

Xhara ignores this and stared at Cross with bored eyes as he simply stated, "Your boyfriend's gone cuckoo, dude."

Cross rolls his pinpricks at the ghost and continues to walk, "Don't you think I noticed?" He asks, earning a shrug from the ghost and a response of: "Thought you were too blinded by love to realize."

Cross groans and notices he's heading towards the living room. He shrugs and rolls with it. He was getting hungry, so he could just pass the living room and get himself a quick snack in the kitchen.

Fate had frowned upon him that day, and instead of Cross finding an empty room, Cross saw Nightmare on the couch, a cracker in hand, a pleasured expression on his face as he sinked his teeth into the cracker lovingly.

Xhara screamed in horror, having been scarred by what he had just witnessed. Cross was quick to close the door immediately as he noped out and back the way he came, intent to go curl up in his room with Xhara and attempt to unsee what he had just witnessed.

But Fate continued to frown down at him, and as he was walking towards his room, a portal suddenly appears under Cross, and before he knew what was happening, he fell into the portal to who-knows-where.

All Cross knew was that at least he got away from Crackmare.

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Nightmare was probably secretly a parrot-octopus hybrid.

Nightmare sat on the couch in the living room, eating a cracker hungrily. Yes, Nightmare was secretly a parrot-octo hybrid in disguise.

Okay, maybe not really, but whatever. Nightmare munched on his beloved cracker, savoring the dryness of it, the bland flavor of it, everything about it was truly so so amazing.

Nightmare, through his state of wonder and amazement, managed to sense Cross walke into the living room, probably to go to the kitchen and get some food, Nightmare assumed. But when he walked in, he merely took one glance at Nightmare, then at his cracker, and shut the door in front of him immediately. Nightmare ignored this.

Nightmare continued to munch on his beloved cracker happily, biting into the cRoNchy edible square sent from heaven lovingly. He felt as if he were floating as he saw and felt nothing but cracker. Everything melted away, the couch, floor, the living room, all of it until there was nothing but him and his cracker.

He wondered in the back of his mind why everything felt all swirly.

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The Save Screen
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Geno had a bad feeling.

He was supposed to hang out with Error and Fresh today, hoping to have some brotherly bonding time or some shit like that that Fresh had planned. Error and Fresh were supposed to be here by now, since Geno couldn't leave the Save Screen, but they were nowhere to be found.

He was pacing back and forth in his prison slash home, the Save Screen. It's been an hour since their arranged meeting time, and he was worried. What had happened to Error and Fresh?

Sitting by the side watching him were Frisk and Reaper who had just arrived and was watching him with curious eyes (well, eye), his annoyingly annoying self-proclaimed boyfriend who for some reason had a skunk with him and was currently petting it. Geno hadn't noticed Reaper arrive and continued to pace for five more minutes before Reaper coughed, earning the other's attention.

Geno's eye snapped towards Reaper, shining with hope to see one or both of his brothers, but when he saw Reaper, he sighed in disappointment, "Oh, it's just you." Reaper chuckles at the obvious disappointment on Geno's face and bows his head slightly at him, "Nice to see you too, love~" he purrs as he continued to pet the skunk. At that moment, Frisk decided to nyoom away to another part of the Save Screen, sensing AfterDeath tension in the air.

Geno rolls his eye, "Don't call me tha- wait where did that skunk come from? And how the hell are you petting it?!" Geno had forgotten what he was previously going to say and he instead moved his attention to the skunk as he stared at it in a mixture of disbelief, amazement, and horror.

Reaper shrugged carelessly, "Dunno, it just latched onto me while I was going through the portal and poof! Here we are" Reaper said, emphasizing the poof, even adding hand gestures and everyrhing. Now that's dedication, folks.

Geno just stared at the skunk for a few more seconds, trying to figure out how it was still alive, before coming to the conclusion that it latched onto Reaper just in time as he was going into the Save Screen, and thus, Reaper not being able to kill it with his death boops.

Probably.

Geno sighed and looked at Reaper with a tired expression, "You do know that it's probably gonna die once it steps out of The Save Screen?" Reaper grunted as he continued to pet the skunk, "Yeahhh, probably, but I wanna enjoy this while it lasts so hush."

Geno rolled his eye again then sat down next to Reaper, petting the skunk as well. Reaper raised an eyebrow at him and Geno blushed, hiding his face in his scarf, "Sh-shut up, I'm stressed, okay?" Reaper chuckles and kissed him on the forehead, causing Geno to go redder.

Before Geno could say or do anything else, though, they felt the ground start to disappear beneath them. They both looked down to see the portion of the ground they were sitting on in the Save Screen be replaced by a dark swirling portal.

As the two were about to fall, Reaper raised the skunk in the air and threw it as far as he could, screaming, "THE SKUNK SHALL LIVEEEEEEE-" as he and Geno fell into the portal, then it disappeared.

Frisk walked back to the place where AfterDeath were before only to see no one but the skunk. They picked up the skunk and looked around, saw no one, then shrugged, holding the skunk in their arms, "Let's stay here, bud, we don't want to accidentally walk in on them doing the do in some part of the Save Screen like I did one time. I don't think we have enough bleach for the two of us."

-Chapter End-

So yeah-
Hope you enjoyed this.
Bye.