#hes in the antivoid as we speak

[vixpunix]

a memory

[saltyfryz]

Yknow what? Why not.

YAP TO ME!!! COMMENCE A LORE DUMP!!!!

WAFSHSJKSKSDD SHI- FUC- UH- *SCRAMBLES TO GET MY LORE READY*

WHAT DO YOU WANNA KNOW?!? AU WISE?!? CHARACTER WISE?!? RELATIONSHIPS?!? I ALREADY HAVE MOST OF MY LORE IN THE TAG ART AND LORE DUMP bUT IF YA WANNA LOOK AT THAT LATER I CAN GIVE YOU SUM OBSCURE FACTS I DIDN'T POST THERE!

Retro often visits error in the antivoid when he's bored, usually bringing by trinkets he finds from other aus, error acts like he doesn't care but actually likes Retros company when he isn't being moody

Retro and Bishop have a sort of pseudo parent child or brotherly relationship, Retro causing chaos whenever he goes while Bishop tries to reign him in

Speaking of bishop, he sends Retro to Stickers' au (a daycare at) in order to get over his fear of children, it usually never works but it does help deepin his bond with Stickers

Retro was actually recruited by nightmare at one point, but he rejected the offer

Stickers often flirts with the moms who drop their kids off,

The dca au is kIND OF a Mafiafell hybrid, I guess? But that's only because Stickers spend a year or two in a Mafia gang to support his brother (or because of gaster idk)

Patch and frisk are friends in DCA au, often having playdates in or out of the daycare

In true hero au Grillby is Cyphers jester, and they're in an on again off again relationship, mostly when Cypher is feeling up to getting handsy

OKAY THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK OF NOW!! UNTILL WE MEET AGAIN!!

[stellocchia]

oooh for the writing, can you do star sans poly but with blueberror and shattered dream? angst or toxicity with the bad end star sanses >:3 (idk what ink's bad end would be though)

The rules for the requests are in This Post.

I guess the bad ending for Ink would be just blank!Ink? Him on his emotionless arc, basically.

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Shattered had always thought that being evil couldn't be that hard. His brother made it look so easy after all. He pranced around with that cocky ass smile of his, while waving his little puppets in the air like they were some expensive toys mommy just got him.

Maybe it would have been easier if the apples made him stop caring too. No, all they did was accentuate the guilt, grief, and rage that were always inside of him anyway.

He wanted to hurt those that hurt him and his brother. He wanted to hurt those that hurt Blue and Ink. But, in the end, all he managed to do time and time again was getting the only two monsters who still stubbornly stuck to his side injured again and again. And the guilt and anguish grew.

They tried to go up against Error to end him once and for all for what he did to Blue (or Blueberror, as he went by nowadays) and it ended with Ink's vials shattered, all their contents lost to the endless white expanse of the Antivoid, and Blueberror's right femur broken, as well as a few of his ribs bruised.

Abandoning hope, light, and kindness hadn't made them stronger, it just made them more miserable. It made him more miserable.

"N-next time-e we'll g-get him-m! Mwehehe!" Blueberror proclaimed, still trying to act as optimistic as usual. He shut his mouth quickly as Ink snapped his bones back into place with the lack of care typical of his blank state.

Shattered could tell that the young glitch didn't really believe in what he was saying. He could feel the doubt and uncertainty coming from him. His feelings of powerlessness tasted oh-so-sweet. Shattered hated it.

He hated that now he got a giddy sort of excitement every time his partners got hurt. He hated that, in a misguided attempt at understanding his brother better he'd screwed them over. He hated that he couldn't help but enjoy their suffering. He hated that he was glad about it whenever Ink lost his vials because, for a few days, he would feel like he wasn't the only monster among them.

"Objectively speaking, we're ill-equipped to go up against Error or Nightmare and his goons. They had years of experience with their powers. You and Dream do not" Ink stated matter-of-factly as he disinfected and bandaged Blueberror's leg with practiced ease. He was surprisingly good at taking care of them when he wasn't distracted by artificial emotions. Shattered resented him a bit for it, he resented his attentiveness.

It was hard not feeling like the only bad apple of the bunch when Ink acted like that.

"T-then we'll train-n!" Blueberror exclaimed, once again putting on that fake enthusiasm.

"I think this was all a mistake" Shattered blurted out, interrupting their back-and-forth.

Blueberror gasped, as if he'd forgotten he was even there with them. Perhaps he had. His memory wasn't too good anymore, and neither was his sight. He would have needed glasses but he stubbornly insisted that the Magnificent Blueberror was above glasses.

Ink's hold on Blueberror's leg tightened ever so slightly. Enough to make their younger partner hiss. He released his hold quickly, but the barest hint of a frown didn't leave his face. "What part? Giving up on us, old man?".

Shattered rolled his eye lights. "You're older than me" he pointed out snarkily. "And no. I mean eating that apple. And going for a violent approach. We aren't good at this. We never were. I suck at being evil. I hate every second of it. Blueberror isn't even trying-" before Blueberror could interrupt with a protest about how he was the most evil, actually, Shattered raised his hands placatingly. "You're great as you are anyway. And Ink- well, you do you, as usual. Point is, this fucking suck".

"Yeah..." Ink sighed. "And there is no going back".

"There isn't" Shattered agreed. "I messed us all up for good".

Silence fell over the three. Ink and Shattered weren't looking at each other, both lost in their own dark thoughts.

Suddenly, strong arms gathered them both in a hug and a loud smooch was placed on each of their cheeks. "W-we are-e s-still together-r! S-so turn-n t-those frowns-s u-upside down-n!". This time, Shattered could feel the sincerity in his words. He spotted a small smile twisting Ink's teeth and found himself chuckling.

"Heh, what would we do without you?".

"Y-you'd probably-y t-turn into-o d-deppressed piles-s o-of goop-p o-on the-e f-floor". Well, he wasn't wrong about that.

[meimeikyu]

MASSIVE INFODUMP ABOUT THE CQ TRIO (Fresh, Geno, and Error) UNDER THE CUT!

i love them sm (some stuff might be wrong this is all from memory)

okay so the cq trio is 3 sanses that i adore to the maxium. CQ stands for Crayon Queen, who was the one who created all three! cq trio gets its nickname mainly from her, but i also call them that because of a fancomic called mcq (momma cq) that had them all as brothers, since they are all from the same creator. Fresh was the first to be made iirc, and he was created as a random one on a stream cq did. His nickname is also 90s piece of trash! He is not technically a sans, just a parasite that possesses other monsters, though it prefers skeletons bcs he can crawl thru their sockets, so they are easier to posses (this also allows for so many fusions of fresh and others, like fresh ink! who i hate (lovingly). Geno n error are the other 2, and are entirely linked. Geno was a classic sans who went through a ton of genocide runs, and in tryinf to stop them injected himself with determination ( which is. very bad for monsters.) he basically starts melting and gets killed again but. is able to use a save star to enter the save screen. freezing him in time so hes stuck between dying and not. He has an entire comic (search up aftertale if u wanna read ut which i highly recommend i love it sm) but he basically has 3 main outcomes; the common one in fanon but also in canon ending, where hes stuck in the save screen forever, the good ending which is the comics canon end, where he escapes the savescreen without dying and gets to live on the surface eith the rest of the undertale cast. and the half official canon ending? (i say half bcs it was never fully realized but. was confirmed to be going to happen by cq) where he does escape to the surface but messes around with his determination, accidently sending himself to the antivoid, where he glitches out, which wipes out his entire memory. WHICH BRINGS US THE 3RD BOY AND MY FAV FOR THE LONGEST (jazz hands),,,,, ERROR!!!!

Although his comic was never finished, cq confirmed he was intended to be geno in the past, though he doesnt remember it! He lives in the save screen and answes the voices (tumblr blog asks) to talk! hes. kinda insane but in a silly way! and is the self proclaimed destroyer of worlds! who assigned him this job? why, himself of coarse! and he is providing the multiverse with a great love by doing this (no he is not). hes self centered, has really bad mood swings, sees and hears things others cant (though they are real, others just cant see them), dissociates whenever he talks on certain things, and is overall! not okay! i love him so fucking much holy shit. so he has his own tumblr ask thing (which theres like an hour long dub on yt if u wanna watch it) but basically what it mostly shows is, he loves chocolate (he eats it with the wrapper on. he also has. 6 tongues? iirc) he also loves puppets! and makes puppets of different au sanses! and talks to them as if they are. people. mayber they are! idk! although he destroys aus he has a soft spot for 2, outertale because he loves the space and the stars, and undernovela, his favourite spanish soap opera au! (he does not speak spanish. nore does he get subtitles. hes quite literally stalking these people through portals and calling it a show.) he also has magic strings! which he uses to take the human souls from aus he destroys so they cant reset. he didnt always have them though :)

but he doesnt remember that! hes so so silly i lvoe him so much.

oh also he kidnapped and underswap sans and forced him to stay in the antivoid and the blue, kinda started to befriend him? but uh. he mad error mad so error left him alone in the void until blue started to glitch and hear the voices as well. though he still cant see the random tumblr blogger error left tied up in the antivoid, so who knows if thats real. but enough about blue!!! we jsut love the silly man error!!!!!!!

so blue tried to teavh him how to knit while they were in the antivoid, but erros really bad at it,, like really really reallyyyyy bad at it. and he despises it. but!!! its how they start bonding!!! he also loves loves loves to rob underfell because they have amazing spicy chocolate. he also just enjoys fucking with this one underfell sans by stealing his stuff and using his au as a trash dump! said sans is not aware of this and is confused about who tf is stealing his stuff and throwing trash at him. MORE FUN ERROR FACTS!!!! He also is very near sighted (like me :3) and has glasses tho he doesnt wear them much but hes so cute in them!! he also physically glitches out like a computer when stressed or emotion or just. sometimes- and his eyes get covered by errors meanign he can't see at all, during that he liked to play one man blind cats cradle! he also if he gets too stressed or glitched he will literally crashed and have to reboot- he also has haphephobia (fear of touch) n does not like being touched a lot or without warning, it makes him all glitchy as well! hes also a massive hypocrite constantly and is genuinely just. insane- but in a silly way!!!! its also heavily implied that his puppets are. the dead souls of ppl from aus, minus his sans classic, he doesnt destroy classic (aka undertale) timelines bcs its the original! but he calls the rest abominations (like underfell is abomination #13). its heavily implied bcs he called the blue he kidnapped (thats still alive. for now-) abomination #11 ! he also talked to his puppets like they are other people although he voices them- he also uses portals in a way to show past events to show his memories(?)(they are his memories but he. doesnt remember them. if that makes sense.) ALSO WITH HIS STRINGS!! IF HE GRABS THE SOULS OF LIVING BEINGS (LIKE BLUE) HE CAN PUPPETEER THEM AND USE THEIR BODY AND MAGIC TO ATTACK! WHICH IS. TERRIFYING!! Hes also like. deathly afraid of Fresh n despises him with his whole soul

i love the man baby so much

infodump over

[emptyinkvials]

Curos Amor, He/him, AroAce

Cerys Phoenos, She/her, Biromantic Asexual

details below the cut

Manifestation of all of the love in the multiverse, Curos takes the form of a skeleton because there’s more skeletons in ships than anyone else. Cerys takes the form of a human, as they are obsession, and obsession is more often found in humans than anyone else.

If you see a red origami heart float down from the sky, don’t touch it. It’s Curos! He’s come to visit.

If you see a red origami dragon, stay away. It’s Cerys.

Curos cannot appear in more than one place at a time, not including the void where his physical resides.

Curos cannot leave the Void Sea he lives in, due to being trapped there by his counterpart, Cerys Phoenos, the manifestation of obsession.

At one point, the multiverse contained more than just the manifestations of love and obsession. There was happiness, sadness, anger, gratitude, serenity, chaos, boredom, entertainment, and many others. If it is a feeling that can appear in a person, it had once accumulated into a manifestation like Curos and Cerys.

No one knows what happened to the rest of them, and Cerys will not reply if asked.

Around the time the other manifestations disappeared, Cerys locked Curos away in the Void Sea — a dimension split between void and antivoid. The sky is endlessly white, and the “water” is the freezing cold darkness below it. Curos learned how to stay out of the void half pretty quickly, though at times he can be found floating on his back on the surface of the darkness.

Curos is very paranoid about letting Cerys find out he can travel via his origami hearts, and though he still tries to do his job, he only leaves once a week at most, instead opting to observe the multiverse from his location for the rest of that time.

Speaking of his job, he is supposed to do his best to encourage confidence, seal wounds and mend relationships. At one point in time, he and Cerys were allies, working with individuals experiencing difficulties related to love in their lives. Cerys would take the reigns if breaking up or cutting people out was the best choice, and Curos would do the same if mending the relationship was a better idea. Curos often sought to help more platonic relationships than Cerys, which lead to animosity, as Cerys believed Curos to be taking his position for granted. Infuriation took over as Curos continued to help people grow closer, and Cerys was forced to end the relationships that wouldn’t work.

Cerys hid Curos from the multiverse, and became the go-to “guardian of love,” as she called herself. Only she knew of his location, and she would frequently visit him to torment and taunt him.

Eventually, he figured out how the origami hearts worked, and he started sending them out every now and then. It wasn’t too often, though. At first it was once every few years, but over time he got impatient, and started sending them more and more. He loved his job, he didn’t want to stop.

And so, today, here we are, with Cerys giving advice to anyone who asks for it, and Curos silently and secretly sneaking behind her back and repairing whatever she hurts.

[secret-time-is-here]

The Lonely and The One

Chapter 3

Previous || First || Next || Rewrite

The night brings on a new guest, although Error doesn't mind. If only the people around him could stop being such idiots, himself included.

The night ticks by slowly. Coming from the antivoid, he doesn’t need food or sleep, and it’s not something he can do naturally anymore like Nightmare can. He can snuggle up in his nest of blankets all he wants, getting as comfy as possible, but sleep never comes.

On bad days, he used to ask Nightmare to put that spell on him, the one he had put on Cross earlier. Help him to let him sleep a little, even if only an hour. It occurs to him that he could go over to Night’s room and ask, but his odd nest of blankets, pillows, and stolen goods is far too comfy.

He drifts in and out of consciousness, and at some point, he can faintly hear the door of his room click open.

Usually, this would be a huge problem, any intruder would be a problem–but the feather-light steps and warm aura that pollutes the air quickly clues him into his guest.

He pokes his head out of his cocoon, and Dream stands before him.

“Night’s gonna be sorry he missed you.” Dream sighs at the comment

“Yes, I figured as much, but I also thought this would be the best time to reach you… without interrupting my or your life.” Dream explains, but Error is quick to notice a couple of things.

For one, Dream’s complexion has gotten worse, his condition draining him of magic to a point that his bones are beginning to look stone-like. Then there’s a sickly flush across his cheeks and nose, and he’s trembling where he stands.

“Uhuh, get over here, dumbass.” Error scooches over in his nest, patting the open spot amongst all the soft blankets and fluffy pillows.

“Are… you sure?” Dream hesitates, eyes roaming over the setup. It’s clear as day Dream’s not worried about the bed or the blankets, but about Error.

“Like fuck I’m gonna let you exhaust yourself, we can just talk in the dreamscape– now get over here or Nightmare’s gonna throw a fit in the morning.”

Dream chuckles softly at the thought, a few coughs stopping him short, but in the end, he does concede. Error helps him get settled in, protectively wrapping an arm over the other as they both lay on their bellies in the odd fort.

Sleep comes sooner than he’d thought, and he opens his eyes to a colorful and hazy copy of Reapertale, the altar to his memory–his past life–just steps away.

Dream appears next to him, suddenly stepping into view and up to the altar. He doesn’t speak, only regarding the altar. Moving up close and peering down at the blurry photo: it’s a mess of red and white. He never bothered to look at the picture of his past self and he can’t even really remember how he used to look anymore. Just phantom prickles of glitches, the faint burn of a scar, and pain in his skull.

The Godling turns to face Error, and he looks more tired than normal, but still, Dream makes the effort of a soft smile.

“I’ll admit, I didn’t expect this for your dreamscape…” He chuckles softly, stopping with a couple of coughs, “Sorry about that.” Dream forces a sincere expression, but Error can see how he flinches every time he moves.

“Alright idiot, stop pushing yourself.” Error speaks softly, he can’t deny the small soft spot he has for the Godlings. They didn’t deserve any of what’s happened to them.

Just as the Gods of Reapertale failed him, he and Ink along with Reapertale failed Dream and Nightmare. Ink does a shitty job at it, but he seems to somewhat care for Dream. Making up for the mistake over time. At least the King position allows Dream the best care possible. Then Error does his best to make sure Nightmare has all the help he could ever need and the safety he had always wanted.

Carefully, Error makes his way over around the altar, tracing around the lake of offerings with a grace he saved for nothing else. Dream doesn’t comment on it, only smiling at Error’s gentle babying, urging Dream to sit down and take off the pressures on his body.

“Heh, thanks.” Dream has a bare hint of a smile, and this time he doesn’t flinch. 

Dream hums, and closes his eyes, for a moment focusing on his breathing. Dream’s condition was getting worse, at this rate, he wouldn’t be surprised if Nightmare kidnapped Dream.

The positive Godling was headstrong but undeniably selfless. He kept pushing himself over and over for Ink’s kingdom despite actively dying. If they–Nightmare, Error, any of Dream’s clerics–let Dream, he would keep healing and helping people until it killed him.

On occasional quiet nights, Error and Nightmare would sit by the fireplace and talk it over. Figure out the best way to convince Dream to finally take time for himself. The process of becoming a dead god is a painful one, and so far, the non-existence life of a dead god comes with different challenges for each.

It would still be a couple of weeks, maybe months until Dream would officially die and join their little taboo circle, but he shouldn’t be pushing himself through the pain. He would need them when he becomes a dead god, find proper help, and ways to manage the new pains of perpetual death.

Error has a persistent cold body and phantom chronic pain, Nightmare lives with headaches and pain spikes. Neither of their mortal bodies were ever properly cared for, and so they endure the injuries for eternity.

“Again, I’m-” Dream starts up, but Error cuts him off.

“No. Nope. None of that sorry bullshit.” Dream’s dull eyes widen at the sudden cut-off, but he smiles softly, nodding solemnly.

“Well… that aside.” Dream starts up, “I hear Cross is with you now.”

“Stalking me- under Nightmare’s care? Totally no difference there.” Error shrugs with a small smile, getting Dream to laugh quietly.

Dream relaxes further, strict posture easing, and Error subtly moves to let the other lean against him. Dream doesn’t bother to fight against it as Nightmare does. No comments about coddling, and no pushback. At least Dream’s learning to accept his condition.

“...I think you will be good for him, Cross I mean.”

“Pft, what makes ya say that?”

Dream pauses, before softly speaking, as if not to spook Error:

“He was locked away for a long time, Error. Blue and I are quite surprised he didn’t become a God like you, but he wasn’t stuck in the antivoid- he got stuck in his empty AU…”

Dream trails off, and Error gently jostles his shoulder to pull him back. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Dream had also been trapped at one point, not even able to move. Stuck in stone for a century. Ironic how his bones' complexion was beginning to look like the stone he had been trapped in for so long.

Perhaps he wasn’t worried about spooking Error but triggering himself.

“Sor-” Dream cuts himself off, ducking his head. He goes quiet for a moment, before leaning his full body against Error, glitches coming alight before easing back down.

“...Nightmare thinks he got brainwashed a lot,” Error tries to start, “Little mortal went into shock hearing about me and Night bein’ dead gods, and about you.” Dream hums an acknowledgment.

“Yeah, I’d say that’s correct. What I remember of his father isn’t the best… and Ink didn’t keep a great eye on him.”

“Is he keeping an eye on you?” Error quickly turns, he knows Nightmare has tried many a time to convince Dream to move to the castle and failed, but it’s worth a shot.

“Give it a little more time, Error. I’ll move in with you all in time- I just…” Dream sighs, “There’s still so many people that need help. I can’t leave them.” Error huffs.

Wonderful Dream, always thinking of others, but never himself.

“Nightmare’s gonna drag you to the castle one day, ya know that?”

“Yeah…” Dream trails, before speaking even softer than before, “I’ll probably fall asleep soon here… and since who knows when I’ll wake- could you find my cleric? And if Nightmare allows- bring him to me?”

“It’s that mortal named Blue, right?”

“Yes,” Dream nods briefly, before yawning, “...He should be expecting you, he’s the only one I told where I went to…” Dream trails again, body going limper against Error’s side before the dreamscape finally fades.

He awakes to the dull light of morning streaming through his curtains and Dream still curled up under his arm.

Dream’s expression is soft and monotone for once, not forcing any expression or exaggerating as Ink does. He rests with gentle breathing, occasionally hitching from pain, but nothing Error could do for the moment.

The door to his room clicks open, and he doesn’t bother to look up. There’s only one other person that he gives free rein to enter his room.

He can see Nightmare’s form slowly move into his peripheral vision. With delicate care, Nightmare gently rests a hand on Dream’s skull, and it lights the room with dim cyan light. Dream’s breathing stops hitching, and he turns to cuddle further into the blankets.

“Did you two get a chance to talk at all?” Nightmare whispers, still ever so careful despite Dream being passed out.

“Yeah… he wanted to know ‘bout Cross.” Error murmurs in turn, “He asked me to find his Cleric, though. Some Blue guy.” Nightmare pulls back his hand and nods.

“He is allowed to stay here, although unless you want a stranger in your room, I recommend we move Dream to new quarters.”

Error shakes his head. If Dream trusts them, he can loan some of his own for a bit. Besides, it’s rare Dream gets anything more than a light sleep. He needs this. Moving him would just risk waking him for no justifiable reason. It’s not like he keeps anything personal here. The most he brought into the room was a rocking chair for knitting.

Getting out of bed is certainly a task, Nightmare replaces Error’s arm to let him easily leave, and Error brings Nightmare a chair so he can keep an eye on the Godling’s condition until the cleric can be brought.

Without much more of a mutual nod, Error leaves.

It takes some portal hopping about Ink’s kingdom, starting at Dream’s room in Ink’s large estate and across blind spots in the halls, but eventually, Error finds the elusive cleric.

Blue sits praying at a statue bearing Dream’s symbol, one guess as to why it’s not a statue in his likeness.

The statue is far from anything else, a quiet and small temple far from Ink’s estate or even the rest of the kingdom. Blue sits alone.

Error doesn’t bother with grace, his loud steps making himself known. Clicking across the cement floor where Blue kneels.

The other flinches, turning around with wide eyes and comically slowly looking up until he meets Error’s eyes. Quickly, the cleric gets to his feet and bows. And he remembers well the sign of respect from his days back in Reapertale.

“You may be at ease,” Error speaks, and Blue stands back up tall, “I’ve been informed you’re Dream’s cleric.”

Blue doesn’t speak, he isn’t allowed to until Error says so. “You may speak.”

“Yes,” Blue answers, making sure to give Error’s sentence a wide berth, not wanting to accidentally speak over the God. “Dream made me promise not to tell a soul where he had gone, and wait here until you came to find me,” Blue explains.

“Good, he’s resting right now. Lucky for you, Nightmare has allowed you to enter his territory and allow you to stay with Dream until he awakes.” Blue nods with another bow, and Error makes a portal back to the castle.

Blue, upon entering the room and seeing Nightmare, also bows to him, only rising when Nightmare gives the say-so. The switch places without much more preamble, and Nightmare and Error exit to the hall.

“Did you know Dream formally trained his cleric?” Error quickly questions, and honestly, he wouldn’t put it past Nightmare to hide that little tidbit of information.

“Oh? Did he formally greet you as well?” Error's avoidant eyes say it all, and Nightmare laughs, “Error, I think we both know you deserve the respect. It has been a long time coming.”

“I…” For once, he’s at a loss for words,  “I just didn’t expect it.”

“Hmm, maybe then I should make Killer my Cleric if it gets you in this soft of a mood.” Nightmare teases, slowly walking down the hall and away.

The soft smile he had been wearing falls to uncertainty. He deserves it, sure. After all these years of ignorance and hate, he surprises himself every time he puts the traditions he has learned by heart to the backburner. Once a shy awkward mortal, always shy and awkward.

There’s the stray thought that he had been the one to teach Dream and Nightmare those traditions, and Dream might have purposely taught his cleric such for Error. They both knew how much Error yearned for a following, even just a follower would do at this point. To fill his spot properly and make Reapertale proud, maybe make them notice him and try and remember him.

Stars know how much he misses all of them.

He turns to where Nightmare had walked off to and only sees Cross’s blank expression staring back at the end of the hall.

The mortal doesn’t say anything, but the blank look falls to one of understanding before walking out of view.

[carelesscreativity]

Errink Regretful Soul-Fusing for CalavirS: Commission for Ko-Fi

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(SFW, Angst?)

Both of them had VERY differing opinions on the idea. Ink, as always, displayed his excitable curiosity and Error, as always, had his disbelieving and grouchy view. The glitch fizzled as he leaned back in his beanbag. Ink was propped up against the side of it, staring at him with shining eyes. Error glanced at him and rolled his own. "W-W-Why're you looking at me? We c-c-can't even do that." Ink blinked before his shoulders dropped just a little in disappointment.

It sounded utterly ridiculous to Error as it was. He scowled at the one-way window that functioned as his TV like it had personally offended him. Undernovela was dipping more into romance and it showcased the idea of two monsters fusing their souls to become one. It wasn't like he would be opposed to the thought of fusing with Ink. No, it made his glitched soul warm a little. He just thought it seemed unnecessary.

For lack of a better word, Ink was already his... his lover. He still was uneasy even having that thought in his head. He wasn't sure if Ink had known what he was agreeing to when Error had proposed the relationship. He had even accepted it so easily that Error had been mad at him, since it had taken all of his pride to ask.

He was yanked out of his thoughts as Ink's hand grabbed at the beanbag terribly close to his arm. He almost crashed on the spot, looking over at the only colorful thing in the AntiVoid and glaring at him. "I-I-Ink!!" He snapped angrily. The artist blinked and chirped out an apology without seeming sorry at all. He definitely wasn't.

His constantly changing eyelights were spinning like gears and it usually meant Ink was thinking and coming up with an idea. "What if we tried something similar?? You can mess with code, right?" Ink prompted, smiling excitedly. "And I may not have a soul, but I have plenty of code!" He opened his arms, as if to show himself off. "You can do something with that, right?" Error stared at him, clearly unamused.

He opened his mouth, but Ink had already anticipated his question, crossing his arms. "I AM serious! Don't you want to at least try it? It's something... something that signifies love, right?" He faltered a little, seeming unsure. He wasn't really sure how it actually worked. He only knew vaguely what was romantic through watching other monsters. Error stared at him before sighing heavily. Ink perked up, his gaze hopeful.

"Me m-m-me using your code with m-m-my soul wouldn't be the same." He said flatly. "If I'm right, which I a-a-always am, it'll just end with some o-o-of your code wrapped around my soul." Ink blinked and smiled wide.

"Well, that's kinda romantic, right? Me being close to your soul?" He questioned, that obnoxious grin not leaving his face. Error sighed again, reaching up and rubbing his own forehead. "Come on!" Error stated again that it wouldn't actually do anything. He'd tried to do code-fusing with a soul and he had messed with it enough to know they weren't compatible.

He stared at Ink for a moment. Ink probably wasn't any different. His code seemed the same as everyone else's, except for a hole where the coding for the soul would've been. Error met his ever-changing eyelights again. "Let me guess..." Ink's smile only became brighter. "Y-Y-You're not leaving me alone u-u-u-until we try." Ink nodded enthusiastically, practically chirping that he was correct.

Error scowled and glitched to his feet. He beckoned for Ink to follow. There was a small patter behind him as Ink hopped up to his feet. He left his brush next to the beanbag, watching as Error closed the one-way window into the AUs with the wave of his hand. He followed the glitch quietly. Error led him a bit away from the beanbag before settling down in a crisscross position.

He gestured for Ink to do the same in front of him. Ink nodded and moved in front of him, sitting down across from Error, practically bouncing a little in excitement. "Do I h-h-h-have to tie you up? Stop wiggling a-a-around like that." Error said, scowling at him. Ink blinked before tipping his head and giving a teasing grin. He spoke in a soft, playful voice.

"Just be gentle with me." Error stared at him for a moment. Even though Ink could see the faintest hint of a blue glow, Error stated flatly that he hated him sometimes. "Only sometimes!" Ink said, stilling himself as he continued to smile at his grouchy lover. Error grumbled for him to hold still and Ink did so as he felt Error check him. A black rectangle appeared in front of Ink, a lower corner missing.

*Ink ???? ATK ???? DEF

*Guardian of the AUs

Error sighed as he stared at it. He reached out and picked at the edge of the box before peeling one long, thin black strip off the top. The box fizzled away, the coding felt buzzing in his fingers. Ink shifted a little, watching in quiet fascination with shining eyes. The grin had yet to leave his face and Error hated to admit just how fond of it he was. He must've been staring a bit because Ink caught his eye and blinked, the eyelights changing to a heart and a question mark.

Error went dark blue and muttered for him to shut up before he could say anything. Ink beamed and kept his mouth shut. Error took the fizzling string in one hand before bringing out his glitched soul with the other. Ink lit up a little as he saw it, always seeming fascinated with Error's glitchy little organ. He reached out to it immediately and Error yanked it back, almost crashing. Ink yanked his hand back as well, his eyes wide. "Sorry! Sorry..."

Error forced himself to calm down as he mumbled that it was okay. He made sure Ink kept his hands in his own lap before starting to work. He was wrapping the string around his soul in an X-shaped binding. He tied it off in the front with a small knot. Upon Ink's request, he grumbled and finished it off with a ridiculous little bow. It seemed to satisfy Ink, so, as stupid as it was, he would allow it. "There." He pulled his hands back and showed it off. "S-S-See? It doesn't do a-a-a-anything."

Ink's shoulders dropped just a little, but he quickly nodded, perking up and saying that he was happy to be close to Error's soul. Error rolled his eyes and glitched to his feet, Ink heard hopping up behind him as he turned away. He started back towards the beanbag, having already taken the wrapped soul into his chest. It didn't feel any different. He held a hand over his ribcage. For a moment, he was happy having a bit of Ink around his soul.

And then the fizzling started. He furrowed his brow and stopped dead in his tracks. He jumped as Ink ran into him from behind, but instead of crashing, he simply pixelated a little. He was wide eyed and he turned to Ink. He stopped. Ink's face was tinted rainbow, but he had tears in his sockets as well. He was trembling. "It... I..." He sounded like he could barely manage to speak. He seemed to choke a little, grabbing at his chest.

“S-S-Something’s wrong.” Error could barely speak as well, his own glitched voice strangled. He inhaled shakily as he summoned his soul again. His eyes widened as he watched Ink’s code sink into his soul a little. He quickly caught a bit with his fingers and tried to pull it out, only for both of them to shriek as pain shot through their bones. Ink seemed unable to get up and Error’s legs were starting to give out on him as well.

Why was this happening??? This had never happened when he’d done this before. Why was it different now?? He didn’t think it was cute anymore. “N-N-No, no, please...” He said shakily, trying to pull the code from his soul. It wasn’t budging and only seemed to be sinking in deeper. He could feel tears welling in his own sockets, rolling down his cheeks and becoming string the moment they left his skull.

This had to be some kind of horrible nightmare. He continued to futilely pick at it, his hands shaking. “No...” He whispered. His legs finally gave out and he fell to his knees with a loud clack. He barely could register it as thoughts raced through his mind. He’d DONE this before!! Why was it different now?? He’d had been so confident of would be fine and Ink’s coding would just be a cutesy wrapping for his soul. He didn’t want THIS.

“Error...” Ink sounded like he was in pain and Error whipped his head up, his eyes wide. Translucent tears were POURING down his face as he struggled to control his breathing. “There’s so MUCH.” He gripped at his chest and Error stared at him, not sure what was happening. Ink screwed his eyes shut, his eyelights flashing through shapes like rapid fire without him even blinking. The AntiVoid fizzled and Error swore he saw gold for a moment.

He stared at his soul. Ink’s black coding had completely sunken in and it was beginning to change into rainbow lines and swirls. Error stared at it through teary eyes. He had fucked up. He shouldn’t have tried that. He shouldn’t have done it with his OWN soul, nonetheless, but he had been so confident it wouldn’t do anything that it hadn’t mattered to him. It had just been a cutesy, stupid thing to make Ink seem happy.

“It’s SO MUCH.” Error jumped as Ink spoke again, his voice sounding much more destroyed. “Error, it’s SO MUCH. Make it stop!” The artist was curling in on himself, hunched over and shaking. Error didn’t understand what was wrong before it clicked. Ink’s coding had fused and spread into his soul. It was mixed with his. They both shared ONE SOUL. Ink hadn’t even HAD a soul. Error could see the guardian crumbling under the sensations.

He managed to move over shakily, his body glitching and fizzling. He reached out and grabbed Ink’s hand. Just as he suspected, he could touch Ink without issue now. If they weren’t in such a dire circumstance, he would’ve been ecstatic. The AntiVoid rumbled around them again. Error realized he was panting shakily. His entire body felt like it was being compacted and he squeezed his own eyes shut. He tugged Ink against him, holding the artist against his chest.

Ink was crying and laughing, unable to decipher which one was the appropriate reaction. His hands twitched and raised after a moment, his fingers curling into Error’s hoodie. They were connected and it HURT. Error could feel everything Ink was feeling and that was the problem. Ink was feeling. It was too much, too fast. He knew there was another issue with the Guardian and the Destroyer being connected. He could already see it through his teary eyes.

The AntiVoid was breaking away and the gold of the Doodlesphere was beginning to bleed into it. Error stared at it before trembling and hunching over. Ink kept whispering over and over that he was sorry and this was all his fault. Error gulped shakily and spoke again, holding the artist against him. “I-I-It’ll be fine...” He got that lie out of the way so he could speak truthfully next. He sighed. “I still love you.”

The AntiVoid and the Doodlesphere were struggling to exist at the same place at the same time, rumbling around them. They were surely doomed to tear each other apart. But Error tried to focus on Ink. Error could feel the genuineness in Ink’s voice when he said it back and it made him ache, knowing that Ink really meant it. “I love you too.”

[socksandbuttons]

What if I were to tell you.. that Euphoria actually had a supplier that gives him the everlasting mercury he loves so much- Speaking of mercury, I can only imagine the pain Daylight and Error experienced after being defused (with the amount they drank, oof-) "Worth it - Daylight maybe" - Paper'd Rambled

WHO KEEPS SUPPLYING HIM?? WITH EVERLASTING MERCURY??? what an absolute problem starter. amazing. Error has to ban mercury from the antivoid 'neverAGAIN WHYD WE EVEN- UGH' 'AND ID DO IT AGAIN' 'NO'

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#5

Drem

Procreate vs Ibispaint

Both made in the same ipad mini 1, with my fingers-

I am probably just inexperienced in Procreate, (which btw, cannot be updated anymore so I'm stuck in Procreate 2015, I think-)

12 notes • Posted 2021-10-20 04:36:35 GMT

#4

After!Dreamtale

Basically Aftertale but Dreamtale.

(I tried a new artstyle and coloring style for these bois :D) Info about After!Dreamtale: -Nightmare eating the apples corrupted their world, not Nightmare. Therefore everything was reduced to a void of black, except a patch of grass where the tree, but with no magic anymore, sat.

-Dream blamed himself for everything as he was the only one who remained, and then basically just drowned in an ocean of guilt.

-Dream cut the tree down out of anger after his world disappeared.

-Accidentally/Intentionally, a syringe of DT rolled from another world to After!Dreamtale.

-With no chance of hope left, Dream injected himself with DT, to have determination as some humans did back in the village.

-DT was not that compatible with Dream's magic it melted part of Dream's skeleton body.

-Dream managed to save his world by resetting, but at the cost of him losing his magic, and slowly dying.

-Nightmare remembers the reset, Nightmare was fine being dead and wanted Dream to be selfish for once.

-Now Dream is slowly dying, and they can't unbalance the apples, the villagers still wanted Dream's help, they could do nothing anymore but accept their fate.

18 notes • Posted 2021-11-05 00:35:29 GMT

#3

•Karen!Sanses AU but its also Fgod-

(Honestly, this is just pure chaos-)

"You injured me! I want to speak to your manager!" A Sans copy dramatically flopped to the ground, touching his fibula.

"I will sue you for telling false information! I only barely scratched you! I want to talk to YOUR manager!" Error flipped his nonexisting hair.

"I am his manager!" Ink came in with his giant paintbrush. "I will sue you for hurting this person!"

"You don't have any proof! You aren't a real manager! I will SUE yOu!" Error panickly looked at Ink.

Shocked gasps were heard.

"I am a real manager!" Ink presented a (fake) ID.

Error gasped. "That is fake! You're not fit for a manager!" Error stomped.

Too late. More angry Karen Sanses emerged and began to attack Karen Error with complaints.

"Unfair! Unfair!" Error stomped his feet.

He went to his antivoid.

"Unfair! Everything is unfair!" Error stomped his feet in humiliation.

"You better destroy or I'll sue you for destruction of private property!" One of the voices shouted.

"That doesn't make sense at all! I hate this job! I want to speak to your manager!" Error yelled back.

Karen Nightmare came in, gasping.

"Your place is so messy and you are injured! I want to speak to your manager!" Nightmare shouted.

20 notes • Posted 2021-11-21 05:03:04 GMT

#2

Inky black tears dyed the white snow as sobbing was heard.

Ink lost his best friend.

The one thing that is irreplaceable.

He couldn’t save them in time.

“Ink, come on. It’s just a brush.” Dream dragged Ink, annoyed at how dramatic Ink was.

They were all tired from the fight, they need to go back to their base.

But the truth was, Broomie wasn’t just a brush.

---

Ink was bored and lonely. All he could do is wait in his little void, that he now named' Doodlesphere’ and wait for the creators.

Sure, he could travel using paint, but he has no normal paint anymore and he wouldn’t spend his vials on useless stuff.

“Ink! We know you’re bored so we made something for you!” A voice spoke up.

“You did!? Thank you! What is it?” Ink spoke up in curiosity.

“Ta-daaa!” Another voice spoke.

It was a brush. A 5 feet tall brush to be exact.

“Coool! What does it do?” Ink smiled, the creators just gave him a gift!

“For once, it has unlimited paint supply! Now you can travel anywhere you like!”

“Ooh!” Ink spoke as he tested the brush to draw a tree in the ground.

To his surprise, it came to life! Now there’s a whole tree on his doodlesphere-

“Yeaah- It can also bring stuff to life! It’s a one-of-a-kind type of brush, so be careful with it!”

“Thank you so so much!” Ink thanked the creators as he hugged his new brush, he decided to name it, Broomie.

---

A few months had passed and Ink was never lonely anymore. He had Broomie by his side always.

“Broomie! I brought pizza!” Ink announced as his brush just sat there in the corner, not doing anything, like what normal objects do.

But Ink likes to pretend otherwise.

“And no! I am not sharing this with you!” Ink spoke hugging the pizza box.

“..” Silence was heard as Ink waited for a response. Nothing as usual.

“Finee! Since you asked for it, I’ll give you some!” Ink giggled.

---

Back to the present time, Ink desperately tried to glue Broomie back together.

But no matter he tried, Broomie is broken, and cannot be fixed.

He lost his bestfriend and he’s not going to get them back.

30 notes • Posted 2021-10-19 11:35:11 GMT

#1

I loved the fic so much and decided to join! This is my first time joining these kind of stuff so I don't really expect to win- (I have a weird relationship with my watermarks, so I just decided to put in my wattpad username xD) OSD by: @calcium-cat

173 notes • Posted 2021-10-24 03:49:34 GMT

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[ask-the-riders]

hehehe Sorry hon, just teasing. So how did you end up leaving your room when you were older?

[War continues walking, changing directions after a moment and opening another portal. Through it is a brightly lit space, and large rocks and pieces of earth seem to float all on their own. The ceiling of the antivoid is yellow, and there are countless papers hanging from it. A rather plain looking house can be seen in the midst of everything, and War stares at it for a moment in silence before speaking again]

I didn't. Error took me out when I was a kid, and he wanted to see how much damage I could do on my own, so we went to this half constructed timeline. I was doing my thing, and then the Star Sanses showed up, having been made aware of the damage that was being done. Error threw me under the bus and left me alone there with them, not even trying to help me, so I was captured. That was the only reason I was able to leave here when I did

I was eventually given the chance to leave and return here, but by that time... I no longer had any desire to be a destroyer, and I didn't view this place as my home anymore

[cherryblossom-nightscape]

So we are starting off with these two!!!

They were basically my excuse to make some errink content

On the left: WAX ART

Oki let's start off with the ink of these two it's gonna be dot points from here on out

Has a SOUL , it's not tangible and is consistently melting , if it finishes melting, wax will die , it's also a human SOUL and I will get to why he has one in his backstory

Wax doesn't have any emotions due to the fact that they melted out of him long ago

He is consistently hot and a touch of his bones would burn you, but he feels cold

Uses a pencil named stabby , stabby is a her , stabby stabs people

Wax was originally a girl...I made stabby a girl instead

The dripping colours on his clothes are his emotions

He uses stabby to well stab and draw, he also uses the erasers on his belt to fix some drawing mistakes

The sash holds pencils as drawing with them helps him to feel (idk)

His eyes are green hearts because his SOUL is the same

Covers himself up because he doesn't want anyone to know he is melting

Backstory: wax was a normal ink sans made to protect the universe he was created in , sadly he wasn't very good at it and was cast aside for another ink to be made, he became lost and lost his purpose..

untill he found a human with red eyes and a rather glitched out shirt with purple and yellow stripes they offered him a SOUL and pleased to be able to have a probable new start somewhere in the multiverse accepted the SOUL and all was well

Untill that is after a few years later the SOUL started to deteriorate and melt which caused his own body to melt as well he was scared ...that is untill his emotions melted out of his body in different dripping colours staining his carpet (he got a house now) and his clothes now emotionless and without purpose once more

he fled to the doodle sphere that was once his now replaced with another him except this ink had a black shirt with light pink stripes at the ends , his sash being a bright yellow (and had square shaped vials with heart shaped stones as the tops) along with his scarf of which was decorated with blue stars at the bottom, the eyes were pink hearts and blue stars, the paint splatter on his cheek was constantly changing colours, the pants were denim decorated with different patches, the shoes were normal except when they moved the soles glowed and they wielded a marker

The strange new ink looked at wax with confusion and asked who he was, after explaining his story and what had happened the other felt pity for him and proceeded to help him or at least he tried to, before something came up and they said they had to leave , wax asked if he could come too and the other agreed

While trying to protect the au from two error sans wax met heartstrings who didn't want to fight and was being controlled by the other error wax saved him by cutting the strings with stabby and in return heartstrings helped with his SOUL wrapping pink strings around it keeping it together , wax was well he couldn't feel but he still was greatfull and expressed the gratitude be it not very clearly

And on da right we got: HEART STRINGS

Soo we gotts an error and we are using the dot points again

His SOUL along with his body is covered with red cracks and is split into pieces while being tied in his pink strings

Doesn't have much emotion, still got more than wax tho

He can't speak, can speak thru strings

His new clothes were made by wax (with the other inks help)

His strings can keep things together and fix things

I kinda don't know much about him

Backstory: he was chilling out in his antivoid (lying on a beanbag and watching tv) one day sending his puppets out to destroy Aus for him when something wierd happened the place started to rumble and some neon red strings came from nowhere covering the roof of his antivoid the red strings meeting with his own pink ones and tying themselves around them then his eyes were met with two >-shaped, red eyes so he was new huh?? Wonder why

After a while they became mates but since the newer was stronger (if only slightly) he became leader and went out to destroy Aus, sometimes asking heartstrings to help him with the annoying creator who was protecting the Aus

This day was one such day as the newer wanted to do it quickly so he didn't miss his favourite show , "magic markings" and he came with but the newer saw that he was a bit hesitant so he used his strings to control heartstrings SOUL and they headed out

When they were in the middle of destroying two ink sans came through a light pink portal one of them covered in light and neon colours with a highlighter on his back and the....other..he was well interesting he wore light colours as well but in darker shades and had a pencil on his back and erasers around his belt and his hands looked like they were melting, he looked as broken as much as he did and he instantly felt warm in his cheekbones, but instantly was sent to fight with the melting one which he didn't want to do they realised this and unseathed his pencil he was scared that he was gonna die so he closed his eyes instinctively waited for the pain from the sharp looking object

....It never came instead the melting one had severed the strings , now that he was closer he was able to see his damaged SOUL and felt pity so he used his strings to hold the melting, cracking green gear together and then immediately got tackle-hugged from him which made his face heat up even more ...he held in his breath then wrapping his pink strings around the one hugging him telepathically asked

"sooo uhh what's your name?, Mine's heartstrings, uhhh heart for short"

The melting skelly who had burried his skull in his sheet from the hug looked up at him with his green heart-shaped eyes making him look adorable and said in a very soft but high tone

"nice to meet you, names wax art or just wax" he felt his cheekbones heat up once more

There!! Done two of em ugghhh there are sooo many left welp better get started

Have a good day/night and stay safe!!

[kyedrinkscola]

Posting my first chapter onto here!!

Yes, I AM kyedrinkscola from Wattpad. I mainly draw, but on here I’ll focus on writing.

Also, if you’ve read the latest chapters, you KNOW that Ink isn’t a goody two shoes.

-

Error's PoV:

I don't care anymore. I've been beaten down so many times, what does it matter? According to the voices, however, it DOES matter.

"You lazy son of a bitch."

"Get up! Stop complaining!"

"You need to destroy the AU's, Error! Now get the fuck up!"

"Guys, please-"

"SHUT UP, ANON. HE CLEARLY DOESN'T DESERVE PITY. HE'S USELESS."

Tears run down my face silently, as I listen to this massacre in my head. I sigh eventually, getting up. I might as well destroy a world. I crack my knuckles, trembling slightly. Ink was definitely going to try and kill me.

I teleport to Underfell copy 279. I'm so sick of killing. I'm so sick of destroying.

I hate myself down to the core of my being.

I start from the Ruins. I'm barely in the Judgement Hall when I hear an unholy scream behind me.

"GrEAt, it'S inK," I whisper to myself. He looks extremely pissed off when I turn around. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Ink screams. "YOU ALWAYS DESTROY MY CREATIONS, ERROR! I'M SICK OF IT! I'M SICK OF YOU!"

I sigh, broken inside. This will be one hell of a fight. I refuse to initiate the fight, however. I'm not a sadist, nor a masochist. I just wanted Ink to stop creating, and understand the Balance.

He swings his stupid paintbrush at me with the look of pure murder. I dodge, my face emotionless. At this rate, I'm going to be suffering at the end.

He growls, trying to swing at me again. I tie him up with my strings, squeezing his body a bit harder than intended. He yelps, pain flashing his face.

I sigh. "BUdDY. CaN i exPLaIN wHY i dEStrOy??" He glares at me. "You're just going to say the same damn answer. 'There's a balance, and you're ruining it.' Am I right?"

My breathing hitches. Dread flashed across my face for a fraction of a second, and he sees it, smirking. "I knew it. You're faking your emotions. I knew you were emotionless!"

Wait... what? Confusion apparently stays on my face, so he chuckles. "Damn, okay. Faking your frowns too? Listen, BUDDY. I create, you destroy. You're a piece of garbage, and I hope you die."

I feel tears swimming in my eye sockets. He just laughs. "I'm getting to ya, huh? Yeah, that's right. Grow up, piece of trash, I can't babysit."

I feel like I'm going to call out for help. For death.

But nobody would come, right? So I just pull up the console. I notice Ink's expression go from glee to utter panic. "WAIT! ERROR, PLEASE DON'T DESTROY THIS WORLD! I WORKED SO HARD ON IT-"

I destroy the world, and dump us into separate portals. I don't care if he worked his ass off to make it. I still need to destroy, or the Balance will come undone.

I start crying and muttering to myself in the AntiVoid. Little did I know... I was gonna have a really bad time in a few hours.

Ink's PoV:

I scream loudly the moment I reach my new destination. Apparently the idiot dropped me off in front of my house, because Dream and Blueberry immediately ran to open the door, comforting me.

Tears of sadness and anger roll down my cheeks. WHY? WHY WOULD HE DO THIS? DOES HE NOT KNOW IT CAUSES ME PHYSICAL PAIN WHEN HE ATTACKS AND DESTROYS?!

Of course he wouldn't. I never told him, because then he'd destroy until I died. "Balance", what an excuse. He just wants to kill and kill and kill. I hate him.

So why do I feel guilty? Why do I hate myself, too? I don't understand. I'll never understand.

Me and the Star Sanses decide for make a meeting. There, we and the other Sanses and Papyruses decide we've had enough of Error. We make a plan to ambush and kill him, once and for all. He'll finally stop ruining everything. He'll stop ranting about the "Balance".

I create a blank AU, nothing in it. Time to wait.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Finally, he arrives. I start my usual spiel about how he can give up, and become allies, and stop destroying.

He looks genuinely sad for 2 minutes, contemplating. He frowns. I know he's going to say no, I can feel it.

"I'm really sorry Ink," he says with no glitches. I'm genuinely shocked for a second, especially at how he sounds and how vulnerable he's acting. "But I can't. The Balance-"

I immediately cut him off. Fuck the Balance. Fuck whatever the hell kind of spiel he was gonna make. We're gonna kill him and he'll pay for this utter and complete chaos.

I snap my fingers. Immediately, Sanses and Papyruses race out of my portals. Error looks utterly terrified as I smirk. We attack.

He looks so scared, how fucking weak is this guy? But why do I still feel so guilty?

We break him down until he's barely recognizable. He's so bloodied up and bruised that only his ripped clothes give him away as Error.

I grin wildly. Finally, to kill him. But as I walk towards him, he whimpers and tries to pull himself away from me. Is he.... crying?

"P1EaS3!! ST0P!! I H4t3 MYSelF EN0UGH ALR34DY!!" Error cries out. I stop suddenly.

He... hates himself?

Is he... depressed...?

Holy fuck. I think I attacked him so much, he became depressed. He cries and sobs, curling up into a ball on the floor. How could I do this, even to HIM?

I finally CHECK him, my breathing hitching when I see his stats for the first time. Everyone is silent as I start crying.

"E7R0r S4nS - ATK 28$:8;692, DEF 0

The Forced God of Destruction; made to suffer and cry at the hands of Fate herself.

Fate's second creation, the first being The God of Creation, Ink. Torn from his AU and tortured, he was forced into a duty that he despises with all of his soul. Now, he's severely traumatized and depressed, as he destroys AU's to keep the Balance intact.

Isn't it funny, how because Ink was too selfish to stop his first creation spree, a Sans was torn from an AU, and forced to become a killer? Isn't it funny, how because Ink was so selfish and cruel and disgusting, he destroyed the remainder of his sanity?

Isn't it funny, how much Geno!Sans, the original one suffered, getting pulled from his own AU, becoming THIS?"

I start sobbing. This is Geno!Sans? The very first one I made?! Oh my stars, what the fuck have I done?! How could I not know there was a Balance?!

Error's PoV:

I hear loud sobbing in front of me as someone reads my soul's CHECK box. Is Ink finally realizing that there's a Balance?

I look up, wincing. Yep, it's Ink. Everything is out of focus, blurry, and I have to squint, but it's definitely Ink. Oh stars.

I summon a portal with the last of my magic, falling through it. I lay on the ground, finally sobbing and crying.

The voices just amplify my agony. I can't take this, after an hour of sobbing.

"I HATE MYSELF!" I scream, no glitches. "I HATE EVERY BONE OF MY BODY! I HATE EVERY MOMENT I LIVE! WHY?! WHY AM I BEING FORCED TO KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE?!"

I don't even notice that the Star Sanses are watching me break down. I don't even notice that Ink's eye lights aren't there.

"FUCK IT! I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF! MAYBE THAT'LL TEACH THEM THAT I CAN'T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE! MAYBE THEN THEY'LL APPRECIATE ME! MAYBE THEN THEY'LL REALIZE THERES A FUCKIN BALANCE TO THE MULTIVERSE!" I scream.

I start sobbing again. I know I have to jump into the Void to truly die. I really, truly despise myself.

Ink finally speaks. "Error."

I freeze. He's in here with me? How much did he hear? Does he even really care? Will he just mock me?

He looks so morbidly sad. I shiver. What does he care about, it's not like he'll give a damn if I'm gone.

"I CHECKed your soul. I know your real name, Error. I know your backstory. I know how much you're suffering," he says.

I start sobbing again. He knows who I am?! That much was in my CHECK box?! Stuff even I don't know about?!

He sighs. "Don't kill yourself. Please. If what I'm thinking is right, if you die, the whole multiverse will die too."

Is that the only reason he cares?

"No, that's not the only reason I give a damn. I'll be stuck in a state of depression. The only person I've ever hurt, dead because I'm a terrible person. I... I really am an idiot."

"Shut up," I mumble. My voice cracks. He frowns, tearing up. "Error, please," Ink whispers.

I start laughing and crying. Nobody would actually care. I immediately create and jump into a portal, landing in Outertale.

I sigh, crying still. Nobody dares to talk to me as I approach the end of a cliff. Not until Ink finds me a few steps away from the edge.

"ERROR! GET AWAY FROM THE VOID!" Ink yells, his voice cracking slightly with agony. I'm surprised that he even found me.

Ink's PoV:

I find Error a few steps away from the Void cliff. My breathing stops for a second until I yell.

"ERROR! GET AWAY FROM THE VOID!" My voice cracks a little, and I tremble with sorrow. Error, don't kill yourself...

He stops, turning around and donning the most shaky grin I've ever seen. "S-shut up, i-ink blot. I-i'm doing i-it, and you can't s-stop me." My face falls.

"Error," I say sadly. "Get away from the Void." He just grins wider, but it's still shaking. "Goodbye, Inky." Wait- does he love me-?

"WAIT-!" I yell, and then he walks off the edge. My tears erupt from my eye sockets. I immediately run quickly to the edge, holding his stupid hand down. He looks shocked.

He smiles. "Ink, let go of my hand. I need to die." "N-no, please don't let g-go," I mumble, my tears running down my cheeks quickly.

I start sobbing. I don't want him to die. I start pulling him up from the Void. "Ink, please," he whispers. I pull him up completely, and he collides into me, knocking us down.

Shit. We're in a really awkward position now. I push him off, careful to not make him fall back into the Void. I'm probably a deep rainbow color.

"N-never do that again, you fucking i-idiot," I mumble. He freezes when I call him an idiot, fuck, I did something wrong again. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to insult you!" You did a complete 180 from how you were acting a few hours ago.

"... Ink."

"Y-yeah?" I mumble, still probably a rainbow color. "Why are you acting weird? Usually you're violent." I freeze completely. What do I say, 'Oh I saw your CHECK box so now I'm really concerned and possibly love you?' Hell no!

"Uhhh... I'm just.. I got concerned about you when I had read the CHECK box."

His face looks so blank. God, weird. "Ink, you care about me, right?"

I say yes. Of course I do! He starts crying again, apparently never having anyone to care about him. I pat his back lightly, already knowing about his haphephobia. He glitches a bit, but besides that, he's fine with it.

Stars, I feel so bad about doing this. He probably hates me. I wouldn't be mad if he did.

Then he hugs me. My face warms up drastically, and it's all I can take not to get him off. He mumbles something into the side of my torso. I don't even wanna ask what he said, he obviously doesn't wanna say.

He looks up, blushing a deep yellow. "S-sorry..." he mumbles. I think of something, my eyes widening.

"Error, can we make a truce?"

[ask-atwr]

What’s everyone’s fears and phobias

(Mod Crossant looks very excited about this ask.)

Cross: I’ll start. Cows and blank spaces.

Ink: Blank spaces, being alone, and the color white. You can go ahead and laugh at the irony of an artist being scared of a color now.

Dream: Thunderstorms, darkness, and enclosed spaces.

Blueberry: I am absolutely terrified of spiders. That’s one of the many reasons I don’t like Muffet’s.

Horror: Really? None of you are scared of Undyne? Or starving to death? Or losing your brothers?

(There’s a good three seconds of silence before anyone speaks.)

Dust: Knives, any variation of the human, and the word that caused me and Killer to have panic attacks earlier.

Killer: oh yes that word.

Horror: Moving on. Error? Red? Lust? Edge? Killer? Nightmare?

Error: Touch, knives and Fresh. Next.

Red: Pass.

Lust: Roaches. I can’t stand those things. Also Fresh.

Edge: BECAUSE OF THE NATURE OF UNDERFELL, BASICALLY EVERYONE FROM OUR AU HAS DEVELOPED NATURAL AUTOPHOBIA. RED AND I ARE INCLUDED IN THIS.

Red: Boss noooo

Cross: hmmmmm

Edge: I FEAR DOGS, AND RED IS ALSO AFRAID OF-

Red: Boss please stop

Cross: Aww.

Killer: Pass.

Nightmare: No no, tell them your phobia.

Killer: PASS.

Nightmare: Should I tell them for you?

Killer: NO.

Nightmare: I’ll buy you a c-

Killer: Tell them your stupid-ass phobia first, then I’ll tell them mine.

Nightmare:

Killer: Oh, or we could tell everyone each other’s phobias-

Nightmare:

Dream: Oh, I think I know which phobia Killer is talking about. It’s not really that stupid, though.

Nightmare: Fine. Fire, people, and creepy dolls.

Killer: None of those are the phobia I was talking about.

Dream: Yep we’re thinking of the same one of his phobias.

Nightmare: ...Butterflies.

Mod Crossant: Hey, butterflies are a perfectly justifiable phobia. Lots of people are afraid of bugs of all sorts, even the harmless ones. And people. Also a perfectly justifiable fear. Fire is deadly, so that’s justifiable too. And creepy dolls are meant to be creepy.

Nightmare: See, Mod Crossant agrees with me. Now that I’ve said my fears, it’s your turn, Killer.

Killer: ...Decline to state.

Nightmare: I’ll just-

Killer: Okay, okay, I’ll tell them. Waterfowl, like geese and ducks, the unmentionable thing, the dark, and marshmallows. There’s a perfectly logical explanation for that last one.

Horror: Dust and I made a marshmallow gun and pelted him in the chest with marshmallows.

Killer: That’s the explanation.

Nightmare: I hav-had a recording of that.

Killer:

Nightmare: Unfortunately I deleted it because Killer asked me to.

Killer: ...You didn’t actually delete it, did you.

Nightmare: I did delete it. I just... kinda got it onto YouTube first. Now before you say anything, the video is private.

Blueberry: Stretch is afraid of Error, admitting when he’s wrong, and bees, ironically.

Mod Crossant: Bee stings cannot penetrate bone.

Dream: Question, what series of events led to you acquiring that knowledge?

Mod Crossant: Lying awake all night long. Anyways Red’s turn.

Red: ...Rabbits. It’s a long and complicated story.

Cross: Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Blueberry: cross i swear to god if you use this knowledge against my boyfriend i will have error throw you into the antivoid and abandon you there

Cross: Noted.

[undertaleartistshit]

A Little Big Dance

As Ink searched the AUs of his Multiverse for trouble, he came across a little rumor. Well, actually it was a HUGE rumor, one that exploded in the millions of AUs seemingly overnight. Ink was interested, not only because the rumor was of a concert, but because of the person hosting it. Some strange being from another Multiverse, and that was where the rumor seemed to get unstable. No name, no description, no age, no nothing. Just someone.

He entered the Omega Timeline, despite his hatred for white, but instead of focusing on that accursed color, he couldn't help but listen to the gossip and pause, amazed at how consistent the information was. He shook his head, continuing his search for the one being who could help him figure out maybe a sliver of information that was 100% true, not just the unreliable gossip he would have to sift through without them. He passed Sans after Frisk after Papyrus after King and Queen, but he just could not find that damned-

Oh. There they were. The gray and black child was standing in a crowd of shouting and... angry, Ink decided, monsters and humans. They didn't chant any mantras as one would expect, but they all were shouting something. Ink took his time winding through the aggressive group, taking care not to hurt anyone despite having to shove his way into the center. "O-oh, thank the HEAVENS you're here Ink!" Core gasped, their hollow eyes creasing in utter relief as Ink popped into the small circle Core was trapped in. Ink smiled, happy to see Core.

"Yeah, well I'm glad I found you, because as life has it I've got a question." Some people where daring to try to yank Ink away from Core, to which Ink slapped their hands and claws away, glaring threateningly at them, to which they sourly shouted and yelled in response. "Ok, nevermind, three questions. Three." Ink raised his voice a little, doubting Core could hear him if he were to speak normally.

Core smiled patiently. "Alright. Could you take care of my little, um, predicament first?" Ink chuckled, unsheathing his handy dandy brush, making a portal in front of them. Core jumped in first, Ink following them, closing the portal before any ticked people managed to stampede on over in the AU. Speaking of which, it was the beloved OuterTale, one of the more popular AUs among the Multiverse. Ink could understand as to why though, since OuterTale was beautiful and calming. Core sighed, sitting down on the small floating island rock. Ink sat down beside them, his eye lights flickering with relief and curiosity.

"First question, what the heck was their problem?" Ink asked, genuinely sounding frustrated for once, albeit mildly. Core sighed yet again, cupping their forehead in their small hands, looking and sounding defeated. "Because of a rumor that I have been looking into, that group is particularly angry with the fact that we are just letting someone in our Multiverse that we don't even know for a concert we can't be sure even exists. I'm feeling... impatient, and I hate it," Core explained.

Ink was surprised yet again. Core, one of the most patient people Ink has ever met, was getting impatient now. All because of some concert. Ink couldn't lie, he wanted to go to that concert if it really existed, but he didn't know if it was dangerous, and he knew nothing about the other Multiverse that this proclaimed person is said to have originated.

Ink took a deep breath, looked over at Core, and asked sternly, almost barking out an order. "Can you get me all information about this concert and deliver it to the HQ tomorrow?" Core nodded, sensing the order. "I'll get it done in a giffy."

"Core. Since when did you not get a panic attack after being in a crowd for so long?"

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Dream heard about the rumor from DanceTale. As far as music and culture went, DanceTale was Dream's favorite place to be if he wanted to escape the stresses of being a "Star Sans". However it seemed that this time there was a new pressure, one huge thing taking the place by storm. What caught Dream's attention at first and even now was the sheer volume of people talking about the concert. Dream had to ask, what was the big deal? Why in the stars were to many people wanting to go?

He jogged over to this universe's Sans, who was stretching for what seemed like training. "heya dream," he greeted, smiling at the positive aura. Dream grinned, "Nice to see you Dance. I have a question, if that's not too much to ask." Dance chuckled at the most likely unintentional and stupid pun, but replied, "shoot for it dude."

"What can you tell me about this multiversal concert? I'm afraid I'm terribly uninformed, haha." Dream smiled patiently, awaiting an answer as Dance took a moment to think. Dance tapped his jaw in thought. "the only thing that i can say for sure is that whatever this is is hosted by someone not from this multiverse. no idea who though. maybe ink can tell you more?" Dream thought for a moment, dumbfounded in a way. How could Dream forget? Ink was probably all over it by now! "Oh my stars Dance, I can't believe I never thought of that before! I'll ask him right away! Thanks for the pointer, I owe ya one." Dance chuckled as Dream jumped away into another AU. Dance blushed mildly. Dream was so amazing, so positive. He'd never remember a copy like Dance for long, never in a milennia.

Dance went back to stretching, turning on the radio. People talking about the concert left and right, gossip and rumors running rampant. Dance wanted nothing more than a solid time and place, but no one talked about that. No one.

Dream landed in OuterTale, of course. Either Ink was here or in the Doodle Sphere. He never went into the Omega Timeline unless there was an emergency, and if there was an emergency he would have called Dream and Blue. But the was no call, not a word from Ink. He wouldn't risk panicking in public, right..?

Well, whatever the case, Dream found Ink talking to... Core Frisk... on a remote island in the middle of nowhere. Dream didn't like Core all that much, although he'd never admit it. It unnerves Dream that he can never sense any emotion coming from the little human, which both annoys him and worries him. Were they bottling it up or could they even feel? Why do they look like they should feel hollow? Do they feel hollow? So many questions ran through Dream's skull every time he saw Core.

Nonetheless, Dream ushered over to them, in hearing range as he heard a sentence come from Ink, who was facing away from Dream. "Since when did you not get a panic attack after being in a crowd for so long?" Dream froze, ducking behind a large boulder. What? Panic attack? Did Core have claustrophobia or haphephobia or something? Why would they-

"And why didn't you freak out after being in a place that's practically only white?" Core shot back, sounding uncharacteristic. Dream flinched. Did they go in the AntiVoid? No, there are no crowds there. The Omega Timeline? But Ink didn't call the others... didn't call Dream.

"Well in my defense I was a little preoccupied with that rumor. It's interesting but I'm worried and I don't want anyone to go just in case it's a trap plus I don't know when or where it's supposed to be-" "You're rambling." "Sorry, but you get me right?" Core nodded. "The Protector's job, I know. I think the consert will be a good idea though, you need to unwind with people, not just drawing." Ink flustered at that, feeling embarrassed about drawing, plus Core mentioning it. "Yeah yeah..."

"But it's not just about me," Ink sighed. "If the Dark Sanses go there and start a riot..." Dream blinked, suddenly feeling guilty. How could he have forgotten that? Dream suddenly became aware of the strong negative emotions coming from not only himself, but from the two in front of him. It hurt, and he couldn't just ignore it like normal. Ink was stressed and worried out of his mind, Core was... Dream paused in realization. He could sense Core! His demeanor immediately improved, reducing the pain.

"Funny how someone's pain could make the God of Positivity feel so good," a baritone voice chuckled in the space. Ink and Core froze, Dream brandished his bow and arrow, ready for an attack, still hidden from Ink's view. Damn you Nightmare! Dream growled in his mind.

"God of... DREAM WHAT THE FREAK." Ink's voice went from mildly confused to surprisingly ticked real fast. Dream jumped out from his cover, sliding over to Ink, who was now standing protectively over Core with his brush in hand. Dream scowled. "I'll explain later," he mumbled. "You'd better."

Nightmare materialized right before their eyes, from a shadow of course. The tall goopy skeleton walked leisurely over to the small group. His eye was devoid of emotion as always, his posture relaxed and nonthreatening if it weren't for the long powerful tentacles twitching on his back. The King of Negativity stood about two meters away, showing no signs of aggression, but no sign of backing down. His grin was as sharp and as cruel as ever.

"Go back to where you came, Nightmare," Ink hissed, his eye lights flaring in a dangerous maroon. Nightmare put his clawed phalanges up, as if he were caught by the nonexistent police force. "Hey, hey, chill. Just need to ask a favor." Dream glared, but Ink had to hold in a fit of laughter. "Why would we help?" Nightmare shrugged, putting his hands back in his pockets. "I heard a little rumor, and I want more info."

Ink rolled his eyes, not buying the story. "Why does this even concern you?" Ink jabbed, getting angry and hoping to make Nightmare uncomfortable. It... didn't work. Nightmare fed off of the negative energy, cocking a brow. "Uh... rude? I just wanna know." Dream sighed, letting in. Why oh why was he so weak when it came to his brother?

"We don't know much, just about the concert and nothing much else," Dream answered truthfully. Ink stared daggers at Dream, as he growled, "Dream.." Dream put his bow and arrow away, looking back at Ink, and replied with a sassy monotone nod, "Ink."

Nightmare rolled his eye light at the display. It was familiar, but he'd never admit it. His gang made similar interactions, quite often. But it was a confirmation that Dream released some true information, at least. Nightmare opened a portal, to which Killer and Cross came out, carrying...

"BLUE!" Ink and Dream shouted simultaneously. Killer glanced at the two, stating, "Attack us and we won't hesitate to kill Blue." Ink huffed, as Core whispered something to Ink. Ink nodded, making a portal and then sticking his brush back on his back. Core jumped in the portal and disappeared.

Killer and Cross untied Blue quickly, starting to get uncomfortable being around all three Star Sanses at once. Blue gasped as they undid the rope around his mouth. "You could have made it a bit looser!" Killer smirked, chuckling. "And risk you getting out? Fat fucking chance." Killer took out his knife, to which Ink had to resist the urge to smash Killer's skull in the ground, and Killer cut the rest of the rope off. Blue stood up, brushing himself off. He walked cautiously back over to Ink and Dream, to which Ink just stared open mouthed at the three Dark Sanses. "Why did you kidnap Blue if you didn't even threaten us?!" Ink screeched.

Nightmare grinned. "Backup plan." All six went back to their respective HQs. And Core? They were scribbling every rumor down, in every timeline, trying to find a constant or a source, and it would take a long time before either side would find much else out about this concert and it's host. Or, as the constant says, the hostess.

[willowink-and-barktemplates]

We Could Be Immortals (Just Not For Long)

Summary

ren·e·gade /ˈrenəˌɡād/ noun a person who deserts and betrays an organization, country, or set of principles.

Disclaimer

Delft is a character created by TheMagneticWitch on AO3, so go check out their series to figure out who he is! This fic will also be posted on my AO3, jadeWillowtree, so check it out there too!

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Chapter 1

Laying the Groundwork

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“Several RESETs in a row in Swapfell…. Been awhile since a RESET in Underlust and Underswap…. Interesting.” He noted as he drifted in the Doodle Sphere, grasping the papers representing the various universes to read their code, before letting them drift to their original locations.

“Speaking of Underswap, that reminds me! I haven’t seen Swap in a while, or Dream. I should call them up soon.” He noted, floating in place for a moment, before shrugging. “Meh, I’ll get to it later.” He decided, as he summoned the recent reports he’d had written down. Way faster to go through paper than to check each individual universe for important events.

He quickly skimmed through the reports, checking to see if anything really big had happened. “Looks like Error’s taking a break or something, no universes destroyed lately! Must mean Paperjam is distracted or something, damn I need to see how the kid’s doing…”

He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, his eyelights changing shape as he blinked. It was always a good day for him if Error hadn’t been destroying anything, it let him have a break to catch up with his friends and help in any fights against Nightmare and his gang.

“Everything looks pretty good at the moment! I’ll have to keep an eye on Swapfell, they usually don’t have this many RESETs this often anyway.” He commented, before shrugging and tossing the papers behind him as they disappeared from existence, like usual.

“What to do, what to do…” He pondered. “Oh! I know! I’ll go bug Error again!” He gave a mischievous grin, putting a hand to his chin. Nodding to himself, he grabbed his brush and opened up a portal to the Antivoid.

As he stepped inside, a feeling of Wrongness swept over him. He raised a brow bone for a moment, before shrugging and making his way over to Error’s usual set up. At first glance, it appeared completely empty. It was almost like Error had left very suddenly.

“Damn, looks like I missed him or something.” He observed, glancing around to see if the glitchy skeleton was waiting to ambush him. He had done it before, so he knew to be at least a little cautious if he didn’t feel like engaging in a FIGHT.

“Maybe he’s in Outertale? He hangs around there right? Though, he could be tormenting Swap again. He loves doing that ever since Swap went home.” He shrugged, pondering where to search next. He tapped his cheek as he contemplated.

“Welp, I better go find him! He’s not gonna annoy himself on his own! Oh wait no he does that already.” He noted, grabbing his brush to open a portal, “Whatever, it’s more fun to watch him freak out anyway, heh!” He said, before entering the portal to Outertale.

[secret-time-is-here]

An Error's Journey

Chapter 74

Previous - First - Next - We know

TW: Implied Dreammare

It still didn’t feel like his memories were over. Each day he waited to lose everything again, get thrown back into the antivoid for whatever else he forgot about, but it never happened. Each morning he awoke in someone’s arms. Each day people stuck around him. Each day the voices didn’t return. That crushing emotion stayed. The struggle continued.

All of it was so saddening. He had spent years getting away from the voices, he had fully moved on with his life. Now they had control all over again. Whatever stability he had crashed.

Error wanted to be everything that they saw him as, be the strong God that he was, but it felt impossible. Each time he so much as wanted to speak, there were the overwhelming thoughts and worries. Waiting for the people he loved to turn face and berate him like the voices, even when he knew they wouldn’t. The more and more he tried to grow, the more he hated every moment. He didn’t want to think about Nightmare hating him, or Ink fighting him. The fear of Death betraying him, of Dream leaving. The terror of the gang disappearing.

After all, the voices were right in the end, weren’t they? He couldn’t leave their control for long, and now it was worse than ever.

“Error…?” Dream’s soft voice sang, slowly and carefully stepping over.

Just like when he first came to the castle, he hated the closed rooms again. Hated the small cramped space of the kitchen, the fullness of the living room, and the clutter of the dining room. He even hated his own room. Even Nightmare’s room was still too small, so for now the library became his. Spending days reading when he wasn’t lost in his thoughts. When he could get away with it, he even grabbed his laptop and tried his best to keep Sydney up-to-date. Simply saying that some personal issues had come up.

It was sad. Pitiful even. The ever-powerful destroyer curled up in his blankets, clutching a pillow close. A couple of cups sat on the coffee table in front of his couch, his laptop strewn with them. His dinner had long since gone cold, even one spoonful of soup was too much to muster right now–even as his soul panged knowing that Horror must be going crazy with him eating next to nothing. Even chocolate wasn’t helping.

He didn’t want to look up at Dream’s disappointed expression. That’s how they all were. Disappointed in him. He trapped Cobalt in that antivoid for centuries. He was going to lose all of them- why was he even bothering staying here? There wasn’t any point anymore. They all hated him. It didn’t matter. They didn’t matter-

“Hey… shh, it’s okay.” Dream continued to softly speak, the couch dipping beside him as his cheeks burned.

They did matter. That’s what hurt the most. He didn’t want to hurt them, that’s all this stupid memories bullshit had done. It just hurt the people around him. Hearts was hurt by him. His whole universe is dead because of him. Death, Mercy, and Life were all hurt by him. He hurt Nim and Ink. Then he moved on to hurt Cobalt. He pulled Nightmare and the gang into this. Now even Dream is getting hurt by him. All of it was linked to him. All of it because of him.

“Error… I-” Dream started, before stopping, “….stars, no wonder Ink has a hard time comforting others… I am- I’m a little out of my element here, heh..”

He would just be better if he left their lives altogether.

“…I can’t understand the full extent of what you are- you’re feeling. But I… I can empathize with some of it.” Dream picked up again, and Error cracked a smile. As if Dream could.

No, no. Don’t pull that shit. Don’t think the worst of him. Dream is one of his. His team, practically one of his lovers, someone he could call a friend. But, that’s all the better reason to leave. To make sure he’s untouched by Error’s issues.

“Error… I- ….I don’t fully understand the context of the voices, I don’t know much of them aside from Ink used to deal with them too–and that they are far from nice… but-” Dream sighed, “ …I can’t understand the voices, but I can understand the dark thoughts… being alone for centuries–it isn’t…” Dream paused, and Error barely drifted his eyes up enough to look at the other. Avoiding any eye contact.

Thankfully, Dream wasn’t facing him, or even attempting to meet his eye. They sat side by side, Dream staring off into space, eyes slightly glazed, the glorious bright yellow shine dulled to a pale tint.

“…being alone for centuries does things to you. Some are reversible… some I just have to bear with now. Dark thoughts are one of those… I don’t want to think about you guys like that, but that thought process won’t stop anything or help.” Dream sighed, and without looking over to Error, Dream drifted a hand closer to Error, palm up. Whether it was to comfort Error or comfort him, it was hard to say.

“But I know you guys won’t do any of that. Funny enough, contrary to all the gossip of the centuries, I’m safest with you all… I like being by Nightmare’s side again, and I found…” Dream moved, not looking into Error’s eyes, but staring down at the couch, “I like being by your side too… I actually enjoy another's company for once… don’t have to pretend that I care or that I want to listen… those countless universes I had to run between were so exhausting.”

Error drifted a hand close to Dream’s, letting their pinkies touch gently. The contact for a moment burned but quickly fizzled to something soft, just the texture of bone against his. No pain, just his soul feeling a little lighter, a little more alive.

“...When I thought it was safe enough, I just locked myself away in that cabin, but I can’t tell if that was worse or not… plants can’t fill that emptiness I have without people, the more and more I spend time with everyone here, I can see that.” Dream continued to speak softly, a wavering note in his voice, but a small smile on his skull.

“…‘s hard.” Error finally uttered, and he could barely see Dream’s eyes fly open in surprise.

“Heh, yeah… yeah.” Dream’s smile grew wider, “Readjusting to all of it is… getting used to what you can and can’t say around people… but, it’s worth it. You have a wonderful family here, and I’m sad I didn’t see it sooner, there’s probably plenty I’ve missed out on because I just didn’t let myself see what everyone here could be, and was stuck on who they were pretending to be.”

That emotion struck him again, the whole second life he had, just pretending to be something he wasn’t. Pretending his whole identity just to have a second chance at a normal life. Was he still pretending? He didn’t know anymore, he’s spent so long pretending. Pretending to be fine, pretending to have it under control, pretending he wasn’t afraid.

“Error… do you want to- …I want you to do something for me, and I’ll do something in return.” Error slowly nodded, and Dream’s expression softened, “Can we together, stop pretending? I’ll share my dark thoughts with you, then you can share yours with me?”

It's just another trick, just something else to bring him under control. But isn't he perfect for that? Just being controlled by someone else? It’d make Dream happy too. He wants Dream to be happy. He wants to keep him happy for as long as he can before he leaves. He has to leave them. So he can pretend to not pretend. Keep them happy before he leaves. He could force himself to do that if it means they’ll be happy. Nothing new to him, he’s always pushed himself for others anyway.

“…okay.”

He’s going to turn on you, it was all a joke.

“Thank you, Rose.” Dream smiled, staring at where their pinkies were still touching.

“Rose…?” Dream brightened more as he continued to talk, was that a way to keep him happy, keep talking?

“Yeah, I thought about it a while ago… you’re amazing and strong like one, but prickly too. Just something I thought was pretty fitting since the others got their own little nicknames for you.” Dream’s smile dropped, “Was a little worried I was overthinking it… but, now that I’ve told you, it feels right.”

He didn’t know what to say in reply, so Error just pushed himself more, wincing as his hand burned from grabbing Dream’s. The other attempted to pull away, but Error held his hand tight, and soon, the heat seemed to evaporate. The pain he expected to feel was just gone.

“Error? Are you alright? You- you don’t have to-”

“Wanted to.” Was all he said, shrugging. 

It wasn’t a lie, he wanted to make Dream happier, and this was a way to do so. Healing in their eyes. Getting better and moving past. If healing was the best way to make everyone happy, then he would. He would make sure they all were happy before he left. Fix the pain he caused them all.

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