Honestly Really Exhausted

         [*Didja miss me kid? I’ve been down here the whole time yknow. You could’ve just visited..]

         He picked them up carefully, holding them and looking at their face with confused eyes, chuckling softly and bopping their foreheads together. He hated worrying the kid, of course he did. It was Frisk, and he actually genuinely cared about Frisk, of course he’d regret scaring them.

         [*Did you need something besides a hug? I can get you some of the stuff down here and get you back onto the surface with a few shortcuts, won’t be that hard.]

         Sans wasn’t surprised to see the fish monster darting through hotland, he suspected she was headed towards Asgore again, he saw her a lot, especially around the throne room and waterfall- though as one of the royal scientists he didn’t quite have the time to interact.

         But he does right now.

         So he does what he does best, teleporting right in front of the fish monsters path and stopping her by turning her SOUL blue. [*Where are you headed?] He asks, grinning slightly with a tilt of his head.

      Well, yeah, doing nothing was kinda his thing. He looked at Destiny curiously, tilting his head with a grin.

         [*What exactly were ya expectin’ from me? Didja not catch the fact that i’m the laziest monster in the city?]

         [*Thanks for not killin’ me buddy, but isn’t it hell here? Trapped all alone like this? I’d go insane if i didn’t have anybody ta’ talk too.]

         He lightly flicked their nose to get the glare off their face, ready to teleport out of the way if the human took that as an attack. Geno knew some humans were more unstable than others- he was probably filed under the ‘unstable’ part, or would be if he was human.

         [*Do you wanna hightail it outta this timeline? It’ll destroy it but uh- your player will lose connection with ya. And there’d be no need to redo the pacifist run again- that shit can be boring as hell.]

           He’d heard the door to the upper levels of the lab opening- he’d been grabbing some extra blankets from Alphys’ old room. It definitely came as a surprise, nobody came down to the underground anymore, and chances are he’d have to hide.

           The skeleton carefully put his hood up and snuck around until he could peek down the side of the escalator.

           Frisk was one hell of a sight for sore eyes- quite literally.

           Sans just stared at them for a moment, and leaned against the ledge, trying to think. Knowing Frisk, they’d end up exploring everywhere and either find traces of him in the lower lab, or come up here and find him sitting here like a bonehead, not a very good place to hide.

           Welp, it was Frisk. It’s not like he would have a choice in whether or not this conversation was happening. 

          [*y’know this place ain’t really safe for kids, right Frisk?]

           He teleported down to them and gave a little grin, adjusting his hood more so they mostly hid his melting eye-sockets, there was no need for the kid to see that, and he bundled up his hands in the blanket he held, he’s realizing how weird this looks.

           The monster that was presumed dead is standing infront of Frisk Dreemurr in the middle of an abandoned lab, wearing a lab coat over his messy old hoodie, and his sleeves are stained with red in certain areas. 

        A player! Those were always fun to mess around with, they always had such bizarre reactions to seeing a skeleton appear in their bedroom. Ink had made it a kind of game for himself, how many different reactions could he get. He always drew them later to laugh at or show Error when he had the chance.

         Sitting in ones room while waiting for them to actually show up was one of the best ways, so Ink had decided to show up WAY too early, just sitting in Flints bedroom sometime early that morning, 

           He’d gone from sitting at the desk to jumping on the bed at one point, and even trying to hide in the closet or in one of his inkblots on the wall.

           It took forever to Flint to actually show up, and Ink’s paint had been starting to wear off thanks to the boredom causing it to accelerate.

           The second the door opened, Ink gulped down one of his colors and threw himself out of the inkblot, slamming into Flints bed in the process and making his head detach.

           He grabbed it and forced it back on, sitting up against the bed and grinning up at Flint as widely as he could.

       Nothing was going to happen. That should’ve been obvious ages ago, he was bored of watching, bored of waiting. He knew Sans had told him to lay off stalking other no-mercy timelines, but if he was bored just watching it, the poor kid there had to be out of their mind with boredom or anger.

       Not to mention the fact of they still refused to actually finish it. He wondered why that was, he wasn’t exactly hard to beat, most Sans’ only took around six hundred tries, which wasn’t that much when you thought about it.

       [*heya]

       He popped up behind them, quite literally just teleporting right behind them and dodges the knife that’s thrown his way with a quick sidestep, grinning down at the child almost playfully.

       [*hope i didn’t scare ya too bad, frisk.]

       Geno rocked back and forth on his feet, slipping his hands into his pockets and tilting his head.

     He told himself he wasn’t going to mess with any ‘deltarune’ timelines, Ink had threatened him last time he did that, said they were actually supposed to exist, that the ‘god’ of the original timeline had made it, meaning it wasn’t a glitch. Which, honestly? Sounded like bullshit, but Error was willing to give Ink the benefit of the doubt.

       But then it never changed.

       Barely any of the players touched it again, and the ‘askers’, as he liked to call them, said that they were waiting for it to be updated, waiting for it to be fixed. 

       Why would you ever make a game if you weren’t going to finish it.

       It made him... upset, reminded him just a tad bit of Inks timeline, the fact he had been forgotten about, left behind, abandoned.

       Unneeded, and had become a glitch.

       That was enough for him. Error had immediately stood up from where he sat and tore open a hole in his void, ignoring the call of confusion from Darkblitz- he kept forgetting they were still tangled up in his cables...

       Whatever. He stepped into the Deltarune timeline, it was kind of disgusting, how peaceful it was here, no way to commit any genocide, not even in the place where you could fight monsters. 

       He saw the human within a few moments of being there, and he hid up on a roof, watching them curiously for a few minutes- though boredom eventually took over. This was the pawn. 

       The person who had no identity past the player, the child who had been abandoned by the people that were supposed to play as and care about them. He put his hand out, and it happened in a minute, so fast he could barely make out the events.

       People may have yelled for Kris to watch out, maybe event tried to shoot an attack at him or his cables, but he had the childs soul tangled up in a matter of seconds, yanking them up into the air and pulling them against him, tightening his wires around their soul until it was painful.

      [*Nice ta’ meet you all! Hope you don’t mind me taking this for a few days! Enjoy li-li-- Enjoy life while it lasts!!]

       And he jumped up, tearing a hole in the fabric of space and time, and back into the void he went, dragging Kris right along with him, keeping them suspended in the air by his wires and grinning cheekily up at them.