#error!swap

Pspspsps….

Don’t you just love Nightmare picking up broken lil sillies left n right..

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Blueberror belongs to loverofpiggies !

Nightmare belongs to Joku.

BEaster stared in morbid fascination at HORRORTale. All of the monsters there were true beasts. Horrifying in all aspects.

Even his children Sans and Papyrus. He didn’t know why he expected them to be the same, (he has travelled, thank you very much) but he expects them to be the same every time.

Then, he looked inside his corner, the one with this Universe’s version of him.

BEaster took a good long look at HORROR!Gaster. Even his alternate self wasn’t spared.

BEaster frowned and sighed. Then, as he was about to look away from that world, something drew his attention. Something that wasn’t supposed to be there. Something. . . Glitchy.

BEaster glared at Error from where he was in the Void. Error raised his hand. BEaster instantly teleported to Error’s side.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Error.” BEaster said as he grabbed the Glitch’s arm with a hand. BEaster snapped the book shut in his left hand and with another, pushed up his glasses.

“Who are you?” Error asked in that glitchy voice of his.

“I am known as BEaster, but some may know me as, Gaster.”  BEaster felt Error stiffen. He smiled.

“HALT THERE, VILLIAN!!” An obnoxiously loud voice proclaimed, jumping through a portal similar to Error’s.

“Hmm? What’s this?” BEaster asked, idly grabbing onto him with a few more hands, “Another error?”

“Urk. I’M NOTHING LIKE THAT VILLIAN!!” They- the one that looked like Error- yelled.

“Yes, yes, I can tell.” BEaster muttered, as he walked over to the Swap!Error.

The Swap!Error was wearing something similar to Ink, another Glitch, born of an unfinished idea, but the colors where black, blue, yellow, and red. Error’s colors. BEaster Smiled, even a swap that denies that he has nothing to do with his original cannot escape that they have the same colors. As BEaster was circling the Swap, he noticed something, a pen. It was black, except the top, where there was a donut rotating it, saying ERROR, and near the tip, where it was a blue color.

“Hmm? What’s this?” BEaster asked, as he picked up the Swap’s pen with a few hands, “It looks similar to Ink’s Brush, but, it’s a pen.”

The Swap’s eyes went wide behind his red-rimmed glasses, “You’ve met Ink?!”

BEaster chuckled lightly, “No, I’ve only seen him across the Multiverse.”

The Swap deflated slightly. There came a cough from Error’s direction. “Ah, yes, our other-” BEaster stopped mid-sentence, staring at a new figure.

The figure looked like Ink, but had no brush. Or even no emotion. He was just staring blankly ahead, focused on nothing, then he raised his hand. “No, you shall not do that.” BEaster said as another hand grabbed the Swap’s wrist.

BEaster sighed, heavily. “Pale!? HEY! BOZO! LET ME AT PALE!! I SHALL DEFEAT THAT VILLIAN!!” The Error Swap yelled at BEaster.

“No, I shall not. And you shall not. When I am here, it is a neutral zo-” BEaster was cut off by a cheerful voice.

“Hey Error! Who’re these guys?” Ink asked, walking up.

BEaster felt his eye twitch. “Forget it.” He said simply and turned on his heel, stepping forward he disappeared into darkness. The hands that held the other Sans, disappeared.

Ink just stared at them with a dumbfounded look on his face, “Well. . . that just happened.”

Suddenly, the Error Swap was right up next to Ink, “WOAH, Are you Ink? That’s so cool! I’ve seen you defend the Multiverse so many times!” the Error Swap had sparkles in his eyes.

All Ink could do was look at the Swap hesitantly, arms raised. Ink looked a bit closer at the Swap, “Hey, Error!” a grunt was his answer, “this kid looks like you, without the, you know, eye strings. Or is it tear strings? I never could figure out. . .”

Error just gave him a flat look. Pale was staring blankly at Error Swap.

Ink suddenly gained a mischievous look on his face, “Say, Error, is he your little brother?”

“WHAT!? NO?!” Both Error and Error Swap yelled at the same time. Error’s eyes were flashing. Pale was staring blankly at Ink now. “I WOULD NEVER ASSOCIATE WITH THAT IDIOT/VILLIAN!!”

Ink gained a thoughtful look, “Hmm, you actually seem like brothers, well from what I can tell, I mean, you’re both shouting at the same time.”

Error started to glitch. “Well, I’m out. Seeya later Error! Swap-Me! Error’s little Brother!” Ink said happily, and started to walk away.

“W-wait!” Error Swap yelled out, running towards Ink, “Could, could you sign my Pen?” He asked hesitantly.

Ink smiled brightly, “Sure!” he pulled out a small brush, “Now, who should I make it out to?”

“Template.” Template said, his grin getting larger, handing over his Pen so Ink could sign it.

“Alright, ‘To Error’s little brother, Template, for having faith that he can do anything he wants if he just believes.’ There, ya go!” Ink said, handing the Pen over.

Template’s smile was blinding, “Thanks, Ink! I’ll, heh, see ya sometime?”

“Sure!” Ink said brightly. Ink watched as Template walked through the glitchy portal that was so similar to Error’s.

When the portal disappeared, Ink lost his smile, and created his own portal, and jumped through to his own little world.

When he landed, he fell face down onto the grass, “Being happy is extremely tiring, I wonder how the kid does it.”

While Ink was contemplating Template, Error and Pale were still standing in the clearing.

Pale looked around blankly. When his eyes came across Error’s still form, he walked over to him.

Pale poked Error. Error’s first reaction to that was to tie their SOUL up in strings. When he found out that he couldn’t do that to Pale, he punched Pale in the face. Pale slid across the ground, uncaring about the snow around him.

Pale sat up and looked Error straight in the eyes, and said, “ow.”

Error just stared at Pale, then, like BEaster before him, just said, “I’m out.”

Pale stared blankly at where Error disappeared through a portal, then shrugged and started to devour the HORRORTale dimension where he was at. Waste not, want not.

After that was done, Pale walked back into his blank world, filled with emotions.

Pale and Template belong to @unu-nunu-art​ Error belongs to @loverofpiggies Ink belongs to @comyet​ BEaster belongs to me

Theyre best friends at best

“Hello ? Is anyone out there ¿”

💫⭐️Blueberror fanart ⭐️💫

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*Credit

Blueberror belongs to loverofpiggies !!

Art belongs to me (: