Swap's pov
It has been a week since we had begun to destroy Aus to try and stop the corruption of the multiverse. We were beginning to feel the fatigue of our constant work to save those that we could. Ink and the other good guys are still in denial of over creation causing all this pain. Our progess in destroying other Aus has been undone by Ink. Our clothing has been torn to basicly rags. We had also been running low on supplies for survivors, but we had been able in our last few runs to find seeds as well as a few other supplies.

Why won't Ink and the others expect the truth?!

"Swap some of the monster children want to see you." Spoke an Asgore.

At his words I went to see the children. They were the ones who had lost their parents in all this chaos. As I looked at them I can't help but think of Error. He was so kind considering what he had gone through. As I was thinking this, a young dog monster came up from the group to speak with me.

"Mr.Swap it's dinner time. Can you come eat with us? You have been so busy that you don't seem to eat."

I nodded to the young boy. He was right. I have eaten so little due to all the work and our lack of supplies. I was worried more for the survivors health than my own. But I could now feel the tremors coming from my empty ecto stomach and the hunger pains more clearly. Another of the children, a little leopard girl brought me over a bowl of stew. I thanked her and began to stuff my face. The stew tasted like heaven to my empty stomach. The children seemed pleased by me chowing down. The children then got their own stews and took a seat near me. We ate together and chatted. The children asked for stories about before the corruption.

I told them of how kind and sweet Error was and the beauty of the old multiverse. Their eyes began to sparkle with curiosity. Eventually they started to fall asleep near me. I smiled at them. Even though things were terrible the children still kept their curiosity and spirit. Killer came over and told me to get some rest. He and the others would take care of destroying for now. I got comfy on the ground near the children. The sounds of their soulbeats and magic began to lull me to sleep. As I closed my eyes I thought I saw Error's ghostly for come over me and kiss my forehead. I knew it was only my imagination but I still smiled. I fell asleep with a smile on my bones and a warmer feeling in my soul.

Hours later I woke up from Swapfell Asgore shaking me stating that we had a meeting to get to. When we arrived the council began to discuss our plans toward the future. The first order of business was to figure out our supply situation. It was decided that next time our group went out to destroy that we would try to bring back any bags of dirt that we could find along with any animals tha we could get our hands on. It would be the only way that we could survive long term on the antivoid. Next onto the situation dealing with clothing, some of the monsters with long fur or wool had volunteered to have it shaved off in order to make clothing for our gang of survivors. Good clothing id what we need to help with destoying. The last was how to permanently stop the Aus from being recreated. Our destroying group would go and try to get Ink's paint brush from him as it hold all of his power for creation. Without it he would no longer be able to create his powerful pain weapons or Aus. All of us knew that this was a highly dangerous plan we had made, so for now we would train and grow our supplies. We could only hope to end all this suffering.

After the meeting I returned to the monster children to see them reading a small book. I made a note to myself to get more books and other entertainment items next time we destroyed an Au. The children seemed to be struggling with reading the book. I walked over to see if they wanted help.

"Yes mister Swap. We were wondering if you could teach us how to read better.", said a small lizard boy

It wad easy to forget in these hard times that these children should be in school learning to read and not be here worried about surviving another day in this sorry place. I sat down next to them and took the book from one of the children. As I flipped to the title of the book I found it was a story about the first monster. As I began to read I would stop now and then to have some of the children read. This went on until we had finished the book and the children had half lidded eyes. I used mu magic to bring them back to the main camping area where all the tents and beds were set up. I laid them in their beds and went into my own tent. As I laid on my sleeping bag I began to think about Error again. He has been on my mind at many times during the week. I often wonder about how he would have handled this situation and if he would have done anything different. As i think about this my eyes begin to close. With my body falling to sleep I was feeling sad again. It is a wonder what being tired can do to one's emotions. Tomorrow would hopefully be a better day for us and our refugee.