#forced destroyer error

This drawing of my OC was made by the lovely JuneTheGlassesBearer! Look at it! This is my OC, Fatal Hope, one I deigned and created all on my own, and I couldn't be more happy about how they look! Better than all the drawings I made of them! Ahh~! I think I need a moment to calm down.... Phew! Okay, I'm okay. Just needed a moment to fangirl all over the picture. Still can't stop smiling.

This is a story about my OC, Fatal Hope. Fatal Hope is a gender-fluid Skeleton Monster, meaning that sometimes they are male, other times they are female.

To make things easier, when Fatal Hope is male, they will be called 'Fatal'. When they are female, they will be called 'Hope'. The pronouns for them will be 'he' or 'she' as well when they are either male or female/their respectful gender. Characters who do not know this will just use what they want, usually calling Fatal Hope 'He' - unless dressed in a certain way - and thinking him male even when it is Hope. Not their fault, as they do not know that Fatal Hope is gender fluid.

Anyway, I've had this idea of Fatal Hope for a long time! Before even Healing What Was Broken was created. So, I decided to make a story for my OC finally.

Fetal Hope is a Kidnapped/Imprisoned God, Error is a Formed/Forced God, and Ink is a Created/Doesn't Know(that he is one) God. What Fatal Hope is the God of will be in the story.

Fatal Hope is not a "Sans", as they are from another Multiverse where "Undertale" and such does not exist. They are just a skeleton Monster with similar magic/powers, and even then they have mainly have different magic/powers with different EFFECTS/drawbacks than the Sanses and Papyruses do. So, just Fatal Hope. Not Fatal Hope!Sans.

I like to call this version - meaning I nicknamed this version - of Error - in this story - Errant. Errant means "erring or straying from the proper course or standards". And this Error does this right from the get go, all because of Fatal Hope being there right from the start of everything. So, his nickname is "Errant". That way I don't confuse him with the my other Errors.

Fate is not happy. That much is certain. The plans they have made are dying before they even had a chance, and some are erring from their fate because of all of this. So, Fate is not happy at all.

As always, Fate is a bitch. Just saying that now.

-Start Chapter-

Fatal didn't know how long he had been in this endless Abyss he was forced to call home. He had lost count before he could even think of counting. There are no days, just endless black nights that want to devour him. All he could hear was the hungry static, rumble and groans that is the Abyss, and the chains all around him rattling if he moved even a tiny bit.

Sitting on what could be a ledge or step - Fatal couldn't tell, it was all darker than black - Fatal glanced behind him at the vault. Sometimes he wondered if he should just break the chains on him, the Multiverse be damned. Besides, the whole Multiverse was still young. it wasn't like too many people would die-

'No...no. I can't do that.' Fatal mentally sighed. He wasn't that cruel to do something like that. Loneliness must be getting to him once more. At least it wasn't blood lust this time. How Fatal just wanted to stab someone. He blamed growing up in a war torn Multiverse for that one; Craving the fighting and conquering all in one's way. Missing the cheers, the screams and magic in the air. How the blood and dust felt on his bones as he fought, how it tasted as he grinned at all the carnage that surrounded him day in and day out. Hell, he even missed the balls and meetings that his King and Queen held. No matter how bloodied or violent was his Multiverse, no matter how unstable it was, he missed it with all he has.

It just made the loneliness all the more present. He missed his armey, those were his true family. They bled, fought, and cried together. They were supposed to die together, yet it seems he was the only one to live on.

Because of that motherfucking Fate. That damn bitch who seemed to think that they were a God and could control everyone just because they had the power to. There was no such thing as fate, there was too much freewill for that to be a real thing. But, Fate?

Fate is real, and seems to be delusional enough to think they actually are fate just because of their powers. How Fatal just wants to strangle them. To show Fate what he thinks about fate and themselves.

Rage boiled inside of him, making him clinch his fists. Just the sight of the burn marks all over his hands made him want to kill something. In the shape of chains, the burn marks just remind him how he failed to fight the chains the first time. In the end, his Multiverse was shattered and he was dragged down into the ever hungry ABYSS.

Fun times.

Sighing, Fatal pushed the anger in him away for now. There was no use in getting angry right now. Not when there was nothing to fight or anything to protect. The ABYSS not counting of course. He wouldn't care if anything were to happen to the damned place. If it can even be called a "place".

"Another day, another endless darkness to greet me. Bah, if only! Endless darkness would be better, at least it would be quiet." Fatal sighed, leaning back, making the chains on him and surrounding him clank. "What I wouldn't give to see other colors than the ones on me. One can only take so much."

Closing his eyes, Fatal thought back to happier, simpler times. When he was still in his own Multiverse before the bitch of all bitches dragged him into this place with only a few parting words.

-Fatal could still see it, as if he had never left and everything was if the chains had never came.

The Multiverse around him was broken in so many ways. Technology overtaking yet still staying the same no matter what inventions came out. Castles filled with Kings and Queens stood out amid the metal skyscrapers and smoggy skies.

The land was mostly desolate. Dying or already dead. Animals going extant left and right, hunger and starvation was everywhere. Cries of pain, of anger, of hunger and justice ringing out. Acts of violence going up and up, wars of all kinds coming to life. Water was scarce, food was becoming a luxury. This was a fact before Fatal Hope was even born. But Fatal knew the reason why the War truly started, why it went on and why so many fought to their last breath.

"Survival is a most. What you do not have, take."

"Your kingdom is dying. To live on, for the next generation to live, we must do what must be done."

"The Multiverse is unstable, there are too many others and it is too crowded. Food is scarce because of this. Resources are dying out. We must find balance. Do you understand what this means?"

"In War, there are no winners. There is only the ones left standing in the end."

"To live, we must steal. To survive, we must kill all those who stand in out way."

The screams and yells of the armies, the blood in the air as guns go off, the dust on the ground as magic pluses all around, the soft music of the balls, the soft smile of the Queen, the loud laughter of the King, the pout of the young Prince, the joking amongst brothers and sisters in arms; All of it and more was home.

No matter how many armies Fatal fought, no matter how many he killed, he did it all for his home and Kingdom. All for his family, his army. He must stand tall and straight even through the pain, through everything.

Good thing Fatal Hope was raised in such a war torn Multiverse, taught from birth to fight and survive. Taught how to survive in all situations, not just on the battlefield. Fatal found out many things living in his Multiverse, and It made things easier in the long run.

Killing is so easy. Fatal would kill any and all to protect those that he loves and those that are his. Why care about the other lives on the other end? It's not like they care for him and those under his protection. He doesn't know them, so why bother caring at all. It made killing so much easier to him than others, with how he was mentally. Luckily, his army was much like himself.

Fighting and conquering is so much fun. How Fatal loves fighting, the thrill of it all. It might be from so much death and violence in his life, but fighting, even to the death, was just so much fun. It was like a game. Just as life is. The rush of it all, Fatal can still taste the blood and feel the dust on his bones. It made his blood and magic flutter just thinking about it all. To conquer lands was a rush, to fight a whole mini war and decimate the other side was not pretty but it was so much fun.

Smiling can convey many different emotions. Soft and gentle smiles can calm even a dying person. Smiles full of nothing but teeth can show your aggression. Wide smiles that turn into grins can show just how excited someone is. Smiles filled with blood-lust can make the most harden individual shiver with fear. Smiles can convey so much, yet still be considered polite. Sometimes, it is better to show what you think with a smile than words.

Dancing is a great way to become graceful and tell a story. There are many different dances in just one culture, many more if counting other cultures. Dancing is discipline, forcing one to keep inline with the beat. But once learned, it stays. Dancing teaches one to stay light on their feet no matter what move they are doing, making every step apart of a bigger story. Dancing can be aggressive, can be gentle, can be loving, can be lustful. Dancing is much like fighting in a way; both can show so many emotions in the way one moves with the other.

Politics can kill just as easily as taking a knife to the SOUL can. Fatal has seen people die from words alone and it he has learned one thing from being in the courts of Kings and Queens, it's that politics are shady business. Nearly everyone has a knife behind their back as they smile. One wrong word, one wrong move, and suddenly all you have worked for is gone and a assassin is paying you a visit the next night. But at least in politics, one can choose their enemies and allies.

Nothing is black and white, everything is a rainbow of colors and shades. There is no wrong or right, there is no good or bad. People made those ideas and notions to make themselves feel more than the animals that they are. To make themselves seem more than what they are and to feel better about themselves. The funny thing is that these notions change, the definition of what is right and wrong, good and bad, change as time goes on. Fatal knows that when were resources bountiful, killing was seen as a last resort. killing was seen as "Wrong" and "Bad". Now, killing was seen as "Right" and "Good". Enrolling into the army was seen as a must, and no one sugar coated that they were going to be killing many others. But it was okay, because it was "Good" and "Right". There are no such things, Fatal knew this.

Love is to be horded and treasured, held above all else and not taken for granted, for you do not know when your last day will be. It was rare to see love out in public, any kind of love. It was also rare to even be in love or love others in a romantic way in general. Fear of it being taken away from them made sure that it was horded or never happen. But in such a unstable Multiverse, one filled with strife and war, no one knew when it would finally be the day everything ends. So, love was spoken in awe. As if love itself was a God(dess) and hung the stars, moon and sun itself. To have love, to be in love, and to be loved was such a rare thing and needed to be treated as such. It never happened to Fatal, but he knows to treasure even the thought of it.

Never say "Never" or "Impossible". There are no such things. Even impossibilities are still possible. It is only "Never" and "Impossible" when someone doesn't try. It only takes trying to change it all. Suddenly, "Never" is "Always" and "Impossible" is "Possible". So many inventors thought that high tech visors were impossible, that it was impossible for cars to fly and for weapons to have a mind of their own. But, someone tried and suddenly, such things were common to see everyday.

It's okay not to be okay, it's okay to cry and to laugh even in the worse situations. War has taught Fatal that emotions needed to be showed and not bottled up, only hidden when absolutely needed. But after that necessity? It was fine to just cry or show whatever emotion needed. Emotions showed that they were alive, that they were living and breathing. War has messed with Fatal even if he loves fighting, he knows this and will admit to it. He is not okay, will never be okay, but that's fine. Fatal knows that it's fine to be himself even he's not okay or too emotional.

Be yourself, for only yourself can have the final say on what you are. Fatal Hope only had one life, so Fatal Hope was going to do it the way they wanted. The funny thing is that no one was bothered by them being genderfluid. They just wanted a sign or a way of knowing when Fatal Hope was male or female. So, Hope bought a pink ribbon, tied it around her neck and told everyone that when she is wearing the ribbon around her neck, she is in fact female and Hope. Then, when he was Fatal, he just tied it around his left leg for safe keeping. Such a easy thing to do and no words needed after the first explanation.

Your army is your family, you will live and die with them and for them. Fatal joined the army young, joined the military young. It was the only safe way to get food and he had no one else to fall back on even at a very young age. There were a ton of times where parents even gave up their children to the military, to be raised to be of use to the military and/or to have a better life. While that did not happen to Fatal, he knows that the whole military was a family. You bleed with them, you eat with them, you sleep by them, you breath with them and you walk to you possible death with them every time there is a battle to be waged. Sometimes, the army is all they have and is their family. Fatal truly had wanted to die for them all, and would have too. He was a leader after all, the leader of a whole army in fact. He has lead his army into many battles, and every single one he would have died for any of them. Yet....the chai-!-----------------

-'No! Don't think about it! Not now! Anger is no use when there is nothing to fight! Nothing to protect.'-

These and so many other things that Fatal had found out throughout his life and made life so much grander, so much more fun than it should have been. How he missed it. The smiling faces, the fighting, the blood bath that was War.

Missed his army, his family.

But those motherfucking chains-!

"P E R F E C T . P R O T E C T I V E  G U A R D I A N  O F  T H I S  M U L T I V E R S E , Y O U  A R E  N O W  M Y  F I R S T  G O D  A N D  J U D G E .  M Y  G U A R D I A N  O F  T H E  A B Y S S."

"F A T A L  H O P E; G O D  O F  B A L A N C E  A N D  G U A R D I A N  O F  T H E  A B Y S S . F A T E  H A S  D E E M E D  I T  S O !"

Black chains were choking him. He tired to struggle, fought with everything he had. Made step after step, more chains coming to life. Some going into his eyes sockets, pulling back and back. The world around him shifting, breaking further and further. Soon, the ground under him gave way, forcing him to fall. The chains pulled him down.

All the while, the voice laughed and laughed.

"MERCY!"-

Fatal was jerked out of his thoughts, looking around in shock. For a moment, he thought he heard another voice other than his own and the noise that is the ABYSS.

"Finally lost your mind, Fatal." The shackled skeleton chuckled to himself. "Hearing things is always the first sign-"

"PL-LEA-A-ASE! HE-E-E-ELP!"

Before he even knew what he was doing, Fatal was standing up tall and straight, searching for any place the voice could have came from.

'Another....voice....Oh, my. Seems I do have some fatal hope left in me.' Fatal grinned widely, chains clacking together as he moved to the voice. Starting to go faster and faster, soon cautiously running to the sound. 'Another voice means another person. A way out. Yet, they are calling for help. Trouble. If someone calls for help, it's only polite to answer it.'

Fatal might not know what or who was calling for help, but he once used to be a leader of a military, one of them at least. Protecting others was something that he used to do all the time, something that he loved to do and something that made him Fatal Hope. It was one of the reasons he joined the army besides wanting to eat and survive. The call might lead to something new, a way out even if he is lucky.

a deadly, fatal hope was growing inside of his chained up SOUL. For the first time since getting dragged down into the ABYSS, Fatal felt hopeful that this will all work out. That everything will be fine.

That there might be a way for him to get out; mainly to help the one calling for help and to find Fate. Fatal Hope really wants to kill - slaughter, maim, spit on, set on fire, laugh at, strangle, ect. - Fate, no use in sugar coating it.

But, it all came down to one thing and one thing only. Fate didn't matter right now. No, the only thing that did was the person screaming.

'Don't worry!' Fatal Hope ran as fast as he could, using all his training to move as quick as he can towards where the voice was coming from. The ABYSS'S rumbling and groans of hunger trying to drown out the call, but Fatal will not stop even if the call ends. He'll keep going even if it takes years to find the other person who is screaming out.

Someone was calling for help.

Fatal Hope was going to answer the call even if it was the last thing they did.

-End Chapter-

Fatal Hope - FH - doesn't believe in fate. They just think Fate as a person/Monster with powers/a whole lot of magic. FH thinks as Fate as a person, someone alive. Not a God. This makes it harder for Fate to control FH, as FH just straight up does not believe in them and only believes that they are a person with power. FH's Multiverse did not have Gods, and if they did, they were dead before FH was born. FH choices are their own, and they will deal with the consequences that their actions lead them with a grin and smile.

Really, FH is still trying to come around to the idea of them being a God. A Guardian is one thing, they are used to protecting and fighting in the war they were in, but a God? Yeah, FH doesn't believe in the whole thing yet knows that they were given powers to become one - to be one. But just because Fate wants them to be a God, doesn't mean they will do it. The only thing stopping FH from just ripping the chains off of them is the fact that too many would die because of it. Naive innocence would die.

But, that doesn't mean they won't. All they need is one little reason, and they will break free from the chains and break the lock and key on the ABYSS.

FH has a pink ribbon tied around their left leg. When they are "Hope", she ties the ribbon around her neck to show this. This is from their time in their own Multiverse, as it showed allies and the army what gender FH was without a word needed other than the first time.

So, even if FH is wearing a dress, if they are not wearing the pink ribbon around their neck - just above the shackle around their neck - it means they are male and are "Fatal". The same goes the other way, if they are wearing a suit and have the pink ribbon around their neck, they are female and "Hope". Clothes are clothes to me, cloth and have no gender or are for one gender alone.

FH is from a whole different Multiverse, a unstable Multiverse. One filled with starvation, pain, war, death and was very unstable - it showed to everyone how unstable it was. Resources were becoming scarce because of how over filled the Multiverse was, so war was fought for them. There are other reasons as well, but that is the main reason it was fought for. Because of this, Fatal Hope will have issues, cultural differences, and are..... well, let's just say that FH has more than one layer to themselves. For good reasons too. And yes, FH loves to fight and can get violent.

Fatal Hope is the God of Balance, and because of that, they are balanced in different ways. One moment, they can be calm and gentle, next violent and aggressive. It's almost like a split personality, but not as it does blend together and there are reasons for FH being this way. The funny part is that they are random, coming off as if chaos more than balance. but balance is all about having both good and bad, mixing together and that can be shown in many different ways.

FH is not very balanced though, not in the way Fate wants that is, nor will they be impartial like balance should be. Not believing in fate does lower Fate's power over them, but there are ways that Fate is going to try and bring FH to heel. More on this will be in the next chapter as well as a explanation. Also more on FH's past and them in general.

I got some new markers - over a hundred - and decided to use them and try them out.

I got all my versions of Error here. I think I'm getting better at making him too, so I'm proud. I messed up a bit, I know - Flaw's scarf is missing the red stitching - that. But, I'm proud! I even drew them glitching, as they should be. They are always glitching after all.

I mixed coloring. Markers and colored pencils. The first time I've done that, but I like the results.

Static's background has sleeping signs. 'Z', for getting some Z's! Some circles to make it seem like he is sleepily....which he always is. My lazy child.

Delusion has swirls in the background. Swirls, as delusions are confusions. There are also harsh and jagged lines, showing hurt and pain. All in purples, as Nightmare wears purple or seems to love it from what I can tell. Purples are also a toxic color. My poor blind child that he is needs some hugs.

....All my Errors need hugs, let's be honest here.

Glitchy's background is filled with hearts and stars of all colors. He is bright and loves colors after all, and in his story he wears said rainbow colored hearts and stars. My precious child needs protection and color in his life.

Flaw has his strings as his background, with flowers. The strings symbolize himself, the flowers symbolize Shears. DoubleStrings for life!

Erratum has 'X's and Question marks. As he is confused a lot and been hurt, but he is also dangerous. It can also count for FiaDD, as X marks the spot and you never know where Erratum will land next.

Where: In this Multiverse, all the Monsters Error doesn't know and does know are either criminals, crime lords, murders, hired assassins/hitmen/bodyguards, in the law force or medical job of some kind in some way or another, barely any are civilians. Magic works different, they can still use fighting magic, but it is only taught to those training in law enforcement. To use it outside of that is severally illegal. No other Gaster Blasters besides Error's, and magic has been used in technology making magic guns and such. Monsters were never trapped Underground, the War never happened. But that doesn't mean there wasn't hatred and racism happening over the years.

No pairings decided for this one yet.

With the Codes being harder to access, all Error could do was make a fake identity for him and his kids, only a little background and nothing else. So, selling the gold, he moved into a pretty slummy neighborhood in a cheap - and filled with all kinds of people that the police would either love to find and/or arrest but either have no dirt on them, they retired and now are in hiding or they changed their identities as well to hide from the cops - apartment and decided to steal everything he needs from now on as he can't get a job with having barely any past to his name in this world. He meets his new neighbors and thinks he should have moved into a different apartment complex when everything is said and done. Hearts - UnderLust!Sans - who is a single father who works as a stripper and lives to Error's right with his son Compassion - UnderLust!Papyrus - who is a few years older then Null. And because Error's life is just that much of a mess, Hearts and him somehow become best friends. Error's still not sure how that happened to be honest. On the left is Granny G - who never gives out her real name - who Error swears up and down is a retired assassin of some kind.

Doesn't stop her chocolate chip cookies from being so delicious though. Seriously, he doesn't care if she really is putting poison in it to try and kill him off, he will eat them all.

But the real mess starts when Error somehow gains the attention of both the cops and criminals of all kinds. How? He has no idea. But that doesn't change the fact he has nosy police officers, detectives, and criminals sniffing after him for whatever reasons.

The worst part is that it all started with a beautifully wrapped gift left in front of his door. Good thing Error is too paranoid for his own good, as when he carefully opens it he was already expecting it to be worse then it already was. He was expecting it to take down the whole apartment or leak a poisonous gas that will kill everyone but him. But nothing like that was in the box, in fact, Error didn't see the big problem with it. Just confused on why anyone would send it to him.

Error still doesn't get why Hearts freaked out so bad, it was just a pile of dust.

-

I am so happy so many others love this story as much as I do making it! Error is so much fun to write in this story and Hearts as his best friend is funny to write. I'm having a lot of fun with this story, much more then I should I must admit. Poor Error is in for some crazy ass shit and is going to drag Hearts with him no matter what. "iF i'M GoiNG doWN, i'M TAkiNG yOU wiTH ME!" "Error, I really want-You bitch! Not the face! That's my job right there! Rude assholes, I'm in the middle of a conversation. Now, where was I? Oh, right. ERROR I REALLY WANT TO GO HOME NOW!"

Really, they are like those crazy best friends who would go to jail for the other and get into some crazy stuff while saying the most inappropriate things to each other at the wrong times. Like having a conversation of 'Is my face okay?!' or 'I really think I left the cookies in the oven Error, I'm sorry!' along with the 'NO! NOT THE COOKIES!' being roared out afterwords in that example while in a dangerous situation making others look at them like they are insane. It doesn't help that they are also best friends raising their kids together, making it seem and coming off like they are in a romantic relationship when they are not. It adds another layer to their characters and relationship; Two insane friends trying to raise their kids together in a shit filled city. They are essentially queer-platonic married to one another.

But honestly, what do you expect from Hearts and Error? Hearts grew up in the slums, a harsh past, has seen and heard a lot in his life to make him a little warped in many ways, like what can be considered normal and is a single father willing to do anything for his children or kids as he considers Null and Void as his as well. Like, he sees no wrong with Error killing people really, he's grown up around that kind of stuff, but he knows that it is against the law so he knows not to say anything to the wrong people.

In Error's case, he pretty much grew up in the Anti-VOID as he doesn't remember his AU or past really. Growing up abused and being forced to kill really messes and warps a person. And counting all the years he has had to do this? Yeah, Error is insane still, but less of the I'm-going-to-kill-the-whole-Multiverse-because-of-what-it-has-done-to-me, and more of, If-you-do-not-leave-me-and-mine-alone-I-will-show-you-why-I-am-a-God-of-Destruction-and-not-give-any-shits-about-your-dust-and/or-burning-corpse-as-I-laugh-over-it. Still insane, but controls it better and less murderous in the long run. Unless you mess with what he considers his, then all bets are off and I pity you for being so stupid for even thinking it let alone trying.

Pairings are still undecided I am sad to say, but that just means that I can give almost everyone some moments with Error and even Hearts, at the least until I decide who to pair with who. Also, this is a darker story. Love affairs, cheating, divorcees, abusive relationships, forced relationships, obsessive love, obsession and possession, possessive love, kidnapping, stalking, murder, killing, even more darker subjects, darker characters in general and everything else in between or even further then those things can and will most likely happen in this story. This is a more grittier story especially compared to the others - unless they are a more darker story too like this one. So warnings for all of that.

In other words, everything and anything can go in this story because it is one fucked up Multiverse.

-Start Chapter-

"pAcINg iSn't GoINg tO HElp yOU FeEl bEttER." Error pointed out from where he was leaning on the wall near the small kitchen table. "iN fACt, i thINk it'S MAKinG yOU fEEL mORE anXIous." Error pointed out, seeing Hearts's expression getting worse and worse as well has his frown growing more potent.

"I know that!" Hearts snapped before sighing, slowing to a stop with his pacing by the couch. "I-I just can't help it Error. First this funeral of a box and now the cops are actually coming!" Hearts sharply turned to Error, who didn't even flinch or look worry at all. "The cops haven't been aloud to come inside this building without a search warrant for over a good fifty or so years! I mean, I did ask for them, but I kind of thought that they would say no, but then again this is the C Mob. Not even the Land Lords want to mess with that."

And wasn't that the truth. Once Hearts told the Land Lords what had happened, they aloud calling the cops after the warning went out. The warning was them warning all residents that the Cops were coming and that they should prepare according to that. When asked for the reason, as they wanted to know if someone was going on a killing spree and got the answer of it being because of the 'C Mob trying some shit on a resident', no one complained after that little answer got grim looks on all of their faces, like they were getting ready for a war or the Apocalypse.

People and Monsters alike living in the building started getting ready. Leaving for the night, boarding up their little apartment, helping others clean things up so that no cops would be banging on their doors for that and to get ride of the smell of blood and death that seemed to be seeping from the walls. Once it was out that the new resident, Error, was the one to get threatened, more then one person slipped Hearts some papers as they went about getting ready for the cops coming while Hearts was talking to the Land Lords about what was going on, Error staying with the kids as a precaution.

Error blinked at all the numbers and notes that Hearts handed to the glitch when the heart eyed skeleton came back from talking to the Land Lords. Apparently a lot of the residents hated the Mob and Mafia, so they gave Error contacting numbers for themselves if he needed a alibi or if they needed to contact people who owe them a few 'favors' from back when they were still 'active' if Error needed help or information.

Hearts laughed himself sick, because, unknown to Error, Error had a little fledgling information network now. The whole building was Error's information network even though he has never met any of them. But you know what they say, common enemies brings many together. And a whole lot of people in the building hates the Mob for what they have done to them or loved ones. Many fear the Mobs, all the Mobs in the city and around it, at varying degrees. The 'C Mob' was at the top or very close to it with a few others along with it or just under it. That means many have felt the 'C Mobs' anger. Gangs, Gangsters, street rats and many more hates the Mob because of what they do to them. Many have felt the burn from some type of Mob in their lives and remember it well.

Even in his stressed state, 'GET LAID' was still in the forefront oh Hearts mind, so Hearts looked to the names on the papers as he hid them in his own apartment for Error. If Error were to make friends with these people in the apartment, it would be great! Frightening as most of them used to be criminals or still are, but great for Error's social life. Besides, Error was strong enough to punch someone out if it came to it. He's seen it happen plenty of times, the first time when they first saw each other even.

After all that was done, Hearts called the cops once the Land Lords gave the okay and Error want to tell the kids what was going on.

If Hearts was in his right mind when he had to dial 911, he would have made Error do it for the laughs at the least - Hearts could see Error calling and bluntly stating what had happened and insulting them all in one go, adding some choice words that would most likely make the person on the other end wondering why the fuck this guy was calling them or if they should be arresting him instead. Another case could be Error pissing them all off with his blunt ways, which would be funny until they come into the building with the SWAT team not too far behind them. Leading to one fight of epic proportions, especially if the other residents get involved in some way or another. - and for the most because how blunt he was with the kids about the matter. But it didn't matter in the end.

Although Hearts nearly did die on the phone from adorableness overload from the sheer sweetness that are the children and poor oblivious and not in any way normal Error and from the stress/distress of the Mob making a threat to a might-as-well-be-hermit Error who has never even seen or heard about them, making the person on the other end think he was having a heart/SOUL attack.

-"okAY kIDs, CoME OUt." Error calmly stated, opening the door that lead into Null's and Void, and Compassion's as well with how much time he stays the night honestly, with a slight frown on his face as the three kids toddled out of the room.

"-a red box, that turned out to be blood by the way, on the doorstep of the apartment!" Hearts rambled into the phone by the couch and TV. "How do I know it's blood?! How about the smell of it to start with?!"

Error sighed before shrugging and kneeling down to get closer to the kids. Both Null and Compassion were holding Void's hands to help him stand and walk. Null bit his lip while Compassion glanced to his own Dad in worry, Void was sniffing and looking like he was about to cry.

"Daddy...What's wrong?" Null asked in a whisper, as if afraid to talk any louder as Hearts started gesturing frantically as he talked on the phone.

"-it's filled with dust! D-U-S-T!" Hearts gestured harshly as he kept a eye out on Error and the kids, voice growing more and more frustrated with the other person on the other side. "Yes, I am sure it is Monster Dust and not normal dust! How did I know?! Listen you ignorant human, just because I live in the slums-!"

"SomEoNE WaS....We'LL i guESs 'IS'...YEs, thAT sOUnds BEttER." Error muttered to himself before speaking up and talking normal, not caring that Hearts was on the phone with someone. "SOMEOn iS stUpiD enOUGH tO SEnD ME a BoX paINTeD WiTH blOOD anD mONSTER dUST. fiLLed inSidE" Error explained simply but bluntly, making Compassion gasp in horror, Null frown deeply and Void sniff. Hearts nearly tripped and landed on his face but never skipped a beat in his conversation.

"-I will not calm down!" Hearts growled out, eyes flashing with anger. "Do you not understand what is going on?! How can you ask me to calm down?!"

"W-What does that mean Daddy?" Null asked with a frown, knowing this was bad but not understanding why this is going on with them. "Why did someone give us that?"

"WElL, thERe cOULD bE a FEW reaSONs thIS couLD hapPEN thAT i coULD tHINk oF." Error admitted with a sigh as he scratched his scars on his skull. "FrOM thReaTEning ME, inTimIdatIon fOr WHaT evER reaSON oR tO soME WeiRD CouRtiNG RituAL." Error thought back to some AU's that he saw before, where murdering another that was thought as a threat of some kind and then giving the remains to the one you wanted to marry or court was a sign of strength and protection, before shaking that thought off. While a pool of shit this place may be, it wasn't all that murderous.

And Error has seen murderous.

"buT We caN't KNOW For SuRE, ThAT's WhY wE'RE caLLinG tHE coPS." Error told the baby bones, pointing to the frantic Hearts. "SO wE'RE GOinG tO havE.....NoT gUEsTS, bUt foRcEfUL viStoRS i GuESs?" Error paused, trying to think of a way to explain what he really doesn't know. The Cops were like the royal guards right? But what kind of Royal Guards? There were a ton of different AU's after all, so what do these kind take after? "iN anY CaSE, YOU thREe hAve tO stAY IN thE RoOM unTIl THEy LEaVE." Error waved off his questions and focused on the children.

"-just because I am calling you guys, it's suspicious?!" Hearts exploded, looking like he wanted to strangle someone. "No-No! You listen to me you son of a bitch, there was a note on the box that says-WHAT?! I am not leading you all into a trap you asshole! I thought that the police answers any call for help, not ones just on the right side of the city! I demand to talk to a actual officer!"

"But why!?" Compassion suddenly cried, pulling at Error's scarf with his free hand. Worry and fear in his eyes. "I-I don't want to be alone Uncle Error! Why can't we stay with you when the cops come here?!" Null and Void nodded in agreement, sniffing and tears shining in their eye sockets, making Error wince at the sight of them.

Error really wanted to say that they could trust the law enforcement, he really did, if only so that the children would feel safe, but he knew better. He hasn't ever seen any Cops in this multiverse, for all he knew they were crap at their jobs and kidnapped children off the streets for giggles. Besides, Inky was considered THE law enforcement, The Law itself in the whole Multiverse. When the creative skeleton said someone was bad, they were bad no matter what. If he said hate them, the whole Multiverse besides the ones who do not follow him listens to it and hates that person. Inky's word was the law, and it scarred Error more then all.

He can't trust because he has been on the receiving end and because he has never seen them in action, he also knows that in a gritty Multiverse like this one must likely has corrupted cops and double agents. But Error also can't trust because it means putting his children, his loved ones, in the hands of others. He will never trust his small family with anyone other then himself. It will be a smothering hot day in Snowdin when Error trusts another completely with what is his, never mind even trusting a little bit to chance.

Null, Void, Compassion and Hearts are Error's. The Ex-Destroyer will sooner kiss Inky then let anything up to chance with them. And although Error knew he could most likely kill any threats, he didn't want to chance it. Sure, the person or persons who sent the box needed to be dealt with, but Error has no idea who sent it or why, it would be like a wild goose hunt. It is just much more easy to let Hearts and the Cops deal with it until the sender and/or senders show their face - Which Error knows they will one day, why stop at just one box or threat? Why send it anyway without a reason? They will show all sooner or later - and then Error will deal with the problem himself. Let them come to him was one option. The other was going on a hunt like his insane days, where he hunted down Inky or certain Sanses to kill off as they ran around the Multiverse.

Error would kill for his family, for what was his. What was a little more dust and blood on his hands if what was his could sleep safely and without worry unlike him?

With that in mind, Error gently raised his hand and rubbed Compassion's head in a soft manner, making the little skeleton sniff and look up at the glitching skeleton with water sockets.

"-FROM THE C MOB!" Hearts cried out, huffing. A pause, then a slightly insane smile worked it's way up from the sounds on the other end. "Hello? Oh, your new? Who-......" Hearts's eyes shrunk and eye sockets widened from the new person talking on the other end. "Shit-I mean, yes! I'll explain again!" Hearts cleared his throat, making sure to keep a eye and ear out for what Error and the kids were doing as he started talking again. "Like I told that ignorant person the first time; There was a red box on the doorstep-"

"lisTEn TO mE ClosEly MY chILDrEN." All three straightened, Compassion eyes widening at being called Error's. Meanwhile Hearts shifted so that he could see better with focused and wide eyes, never pausing in his talking as he took in Error's grim and fierce expression. "i'LL NEvER lEavE yOU thREe tO chanCE. I HAve nO iDeA WhO is coMINg, i DO noT trUSt StranGERs nO maTTEr WHat THEir Job iS." Error took in a deep breath, never taking his eyes off his precious children. "i caN hEar YOu IN thaT RoOM, ScreAM aND i WiLL coME ruNNINg TO gET yoU. YoU WiLL noT BE alONE, JUSt OUt oF siGHT. KNoW tHIS," Error leans down with a smile, one that was just as grim as it was gentle. "yOu tHREe aRE mINE. i WanT whAT iS besT foR yOu aND i WIlL do WhaT i havE tO DO tO mAke suRE of THIs. yOU aRE gOINg tO haVE a BEtTEr liFE tHEn i EvER dREamED oF havINg, i WiLL makE Sure OF iT. BUt tO do THAT, yOU nEed tO liStEN tO mE." Error softly wiped away the stray tears that was falling down their faces. "NO onE is GOINg TO hURt yOU. nO ONe is GOinG TO EvEN tRY iT wiTH mE HErE, BUt i WILL NoT chANcE iT As NO ONEs elSE maTTeRS lIKE thE tHrEE oF yOU. I RefUSE tO lEavE yOU oUT iN thE opEN WIth a BUnch oF sTRanGERs, So i AM GoING tO hiDE mY treasUREs AwaY fROM THEm."

Hearts sniffed, eyes watering as his free hand went to his chest were his SOUL was. Error's words warming him as the three kids ran into Error's arms with small cries. 'How can a oblivious and obviously dangerous skeleton can be so sweet, I will never know!'

"D-Daddy~" Void cried out softly, patting his Father's face gently while the other two cuddled as close as they could to the dark skeleton.

"bEsiDEs," Here Error's face twisted into a demented grin, a gleam entering his eyes. "iF anY ONE TriEs tO TaKE AwaY MY TrEasuREs oF tErRORs AwaY, I'LL juST do WhaT THEY DID." Hearts choked when Error jerked his head towards the bloody box. "tHAT, oR i cOULD thRoW tHEM oUt oF tHE winDOW, TRaSH lIKE tHAT-" Error went on to say, only to stop when Hearts fell to his knees. All four skeletons blinked, staring at the pink clad skeleton in confusion.

'How someone can be so sweet one moment, but then so murderous the next moment?!' Hearts giggled silently as he lightly banged his head on the floor. 'How can Error be so adorable~!'

Really, it didn't bother Hearts too much. But it still didn't change the fact that Error was adorable while also being tall, dark, and mysterious. That means he is going to have to keep a eye on suitors of all kinds. Meaning that anyone could try to take advantage of poor naive Error! Sure, GET LAID is important and he wants Error to be sociable a bit more, but not so much so that Error gets taken advantage of in any way. Not that they could physically force him into anything, but emotionally? From what Hearts can tell, Error didn't understand a lot about emotions and relationships in general.

This could be a issue in the plan of GET LAID in the long run now that Hearts thinks about it.

Harsh but worried words made Hearts come back to the present. "Uh-No! I don't need a ambulance! I just tripped, no worries!......Good, now, like I was saying-"-

Yeah, Hearts could see Error threatening the Cops if he made the call, leading to a funny but very scary time when they finally come. And while Hearts did get snappy with the first person on the phone, he was assured by a officer that he wasn't blamed for it.

Now time to see if they could survive when the cops are actually in the apartment. Stars help the cop that scares the kids, not only will Error slaughter them, Hearts will laugh and dance over their dust and/or bloody corpse after spitting on them. Hearts was the sure the whole building would pinch in with disposing of the evidence, even if it is to just get one over the police and not because they care, they could just say that the cops never made it after getting rid of the cars. This is the bad side of town after all.

Accidents happen.

Luckily for all involved, Error made sure that the kids were in bed. Both adults knew that they are most likely not sleeping, but at least they were in the room just in case.

"They should be here within ten minutes they said..." Hearts sighed, rubbing his face, catching sight of what he was wearing. "Do you think I should change?"

Error glanced over, looking the other skeleton up and down and didn't see a issue. Hearts was wearing a pink sundress that Error himself had made. The sundress had bell sleeves and swished every time the other moved. The dress itself having purple and blue hearts elegantly stitched on along with a few pink flowers. The other right now wasn't wearing the strapless shoes that went with it, being barefoot like he always was when in the apartment.

Hearts, for reasons unknown to Error, has taken to wearing clothing that Error made. With having that online sight where Error sells things he makes - and it was going great so far in his opinion - the dark skeleton has a lot of ideas and clothing strewn about in his room/work space. Hearts walked in one day, saw the clothing and then pretty much begged Error to make him something to wear, he would even pay for it.

Error did something better - as he steals most of the things from other countries he needs to make the clothing anyway - and made Hearts a whole bunch of clothing just because, that or Error misunderstood what Hearts was asking for. And because he did this with Hearts, he did the same with Compassion. Now the Zeal's come to him if they need other clothing, it's less of a strain on the pocket for Hearts as he doesn't have to pay - no matter how many times he has offered or tried to sneak and leave money with Error, it just doesn't work as Error refuses or just returns the money saying that Hearts left it in his apartment. And Hearts knew that Error wasn't being sarcastic when he said that, Error honestly thought that Hearts forgot his money and left it in his apartment.

"i DON't sEE whY yOU shoULd." Error shrugged, not seeing any problems. "iF thEY trY anYThiNG, yOU knOW i'LL DeaL wiTH iT LIke i AlwaYS DO. It'LL bE lIKE whEN i WaLK yOU to WoRk. BesiDEs," Error pointed to what he was wearing. "yOU lOOk bEttER thEN i dO. sO iT shOULD bE fiNE."

Hearts took one look at Error's white baggy sweater, baggy sweat pants and long red scarf - that the other always wore - and then promptly pointed to the skeleton's room. "Go change."

"whAT? NO." Error snorted, crossing his arms. "i LOOk fINE. In anY caSE iT's mY woRK daY, yOU knOW i LIkE tO weaR LoosE cloThinG whEN i spEnd alL MY timE SewINg."

"You're still going to work?" Hearts raised a brow, taking a strong stance and crossed his own arms. "With how distressed the kids are?" Seeing Error glancing away at that, Hearts knew he only had to push a little more. "It would make me feel safer if you wore something better, that way I don't stand out too much...." Hearts walked up to Error, laying his head on the other's chest and pouted up at him with glistening eyes, fluttering his eyes to make them water a bit. "Pwetty Pwease? The kids would just adore that you wore something pretty like they do~"

At Error's twitch, Hearts smirked. The heart eyed skeleton knew he won.

When in doubt, use the kids to make Error do what you want.

Unless it was to threaten him, then pray that you live from the onslaught that would happen not even a second later after the threat.

- No, seriously. Hearts remember one thief - a older man with a crazed gleam in his eyes - grabbing Null and Compassion from when they had been walking back from the store, Void being in Hearts's arms at the time. Long story short, they were walking away from the blood bath not even a minute later with the kids safe and Error grumbling about "ruDE TrAsH.". -

"Great!" Hearts beamed, sitting up and grabbing the skeleton's arm, pulling him to the bedroom/work space. "I'll even pick everything out, don't worry about a thing besides putting it on and rocking it! Those officers won't know what hit them when a gorgeous thing like you answers the door~!"

Error really had a bad feeling as he let Hearts drag him into his room - something he never thought in a million years that he would let a UnderLust Sans do by the way. But Hearts is nothing like Lust, so he had no worries there.

No, the worries started when Hearts ignored his closet and went straight for the more refined clothing that Error had made for his online store, the skeleton started gushing as he tore through the clothing Error had made but hadn't put online yet, meaning that it was up for grabs.

'I'm regretting so much in my life now....Like showing Hearts where the clothes he could take are.....Huh, errors have been made.'

-Ten Minutes Later-

"i cAN'T belieVE i AM WeaRIng tHiS." Error tugged at his scarf with one hand and the other hand going down the skirt. The scarf the one thing Hearts hadn't asked him to take off and the one thing Error would have fought to keep on. Shifting, Error grimaced when he saw his scar and chip ridden red leg peaking out of the slit of the long skirt. "thE slIT iS tOO hiGH...anD mY lEgs aRe UglY So I thINK i SHoULd bE WeaRINg pAntS-"

"No!" Hearts quickly interjected from the couch, bouncing to stand up and looked Error up and down. Error was now wearing a black mixing in with dark blue tight sweater that had beads sewn into it, making it look like a starry night sky. Hearts had picked out a skirt for him to wear, it being a long dark blue side slit skirt that was lined with yellow, a golden yellow star where the slit stopped. Then for shoes, Hearts had found a pair of black and red high heeled wedges, and then Hearts made Error take off his leather gloves. "You look great with them on!"

It was a first step of getting Error out of his comfort zone, a medium sized step because of the slit in the skirt. Not a big one because of the sweater and length of the skirt even with the rather long slit. It showed Error's red legs, and while they may have so many scars, nicks, chips and scratches, Hearts found them beautiful just as the rest of the skeleton in front of him. Everything of Error, to the scars on his skull, to the chips on his hands and to the nicks on his legs, screamed power and the will to survive. Error is a walking contradiction, could look so strong no matter what he is wearing, and it made him even more enrapturing to look at no matter what he wears.

Little by little, Hearts hopes to show this fact to Error, who believed himself to be broken and ugly. But it is going to take a long time.

So for now, Hearts is slowly going to push Error out. His plan GET LAID is going to have layers, and while this wasn't how he wanted to start this part of the plan - not with the cops coming of all things, and especially not with that bloody and dusty box that was still on the kitchen table - Hearts will take what he can get and use any moment he can. Besides, even in a skirt, Error still looks like he can kill a few hundreds of people and not get caught. Error, with the extra height adding to it, looks very intimidating still. And with the new clothing, he looked like he could charm his way out of anything. Error had a certain and....unique charm to him. That much Hearts could admit to himself, even without the skirt.

But, Hearts wouldn't have it any other way. Error isn't Error without some form of power leaking off him. Even if it is only in the physical sense or in his aura alone.

Error opened his mouth to argue, only to freeze when the door was knocked on.

"City Police!" A muffled voice called out, making Hearts gulp in slight fear.

Everyone in the slums fears the mob, but they also fear the cops. For very good reasons most of the time, it was taught to Hearts at a young age, and while he knew he shouldn't fear them as they are coming to help, he can't help it.

Error, seeing this, lightly pushed Hearts behind him as he went to the door. There was no way in hell anyone was going to hurt Hearts nor try anything with him. The dark skeleton has had enough practice beating up perverts who think that it is okay to try and force Hearts into sexual relations even as Hearts says no to the offers. He's a stripper, not a whore. Error doesn't get what's so confusing about it, they are two different things.

In any case, Hearts is not in any condition to open the door, so Error will do it for him. It's his apartment anyway.

Grabbing the door nob, Error took in a deep breath before swinging the door open. Blankly looking at the lower half of someone's face before letting his eyes shot up, and then promptly let his inner mind scream and freak out as he recognized the face in front of him.

'Well, what do we have here....' Error backed away slightly, actually thanking Hearts for picking the wedges for him to wear as without it he would only come up to the Monster's collar bone. 'It seems Death has come knocking at my door...Of mother fucking course! I never get good things in life!'

Reaper!Sans stood in front of the door, taller then he had ever been in Error's Original Multiverse. One lone eye light in his right socket and wore a black police uniform that looked different from the others. Taking his eyes off the Reaper, Error caught sight of a skeleton that would be Error's height if not for the fact he was wearing heels. The other skeleton had a similar feel to....'Oh, shit.' Error's eyes narrowed slightly at the purple eyes staring back at him. 'Is...Is that Nightmare in passive form?!' Quickly looking away from the weird sight of Nightmare in a police uniform, no matter that form his has, Error relaxed a bit when a third head peeked through and it wasn't a skeleton Error has ever saw before that had green and yellow starry eyes and was about the same height as Hearts. It reminded Error of Swap a bit.

There are small mercies in this place it seems.

"Hello, we got a call for this apartment." The Reaper's voice was deep, dark and low. It must be the height playing a part in how he sounded. "I'm the chief of police, Death Reaper. My second in command Misery Nights." Death gestured to the passive Nightmare before glancing behind him. "We also have Officer Palette Roller and our forensic scientists - Goth and Aphys - are waiting to come in for the box mentioned in the phone call." Death nodded with a slight smirk as he stared straight into Error's eyes. "May we come in?"

"mY kIDs aRE slEEPinG." Error eventually said, not moving out of the way for the group outside. Hearts meanwhile was peeking out of the window, seeing that the cops went incognito instead of the normal police cars, seemingly not wanting to start trouble or tip anyone off. Good idea, Hearts knew that if anyone saw actual cop cars outside, a riot would form faster then someone could yell "COPS!". "i Won'T bE hapPY iF thEY aRE wokEN uP bY yoU aLL. i ReaLLy WoN't bE hapPY iF yOU alL trY anYThinG fuNNY hERE tO mE anD mINE." There was a warning and threat rolled in his tone alone, one that made Death grin and the others eyes widened as they heard the unsaid words loud and clear.

"You have our assurance that will not happen." Death assured, making Error nod and open the door wider, walking off to go to Hearts instead of moving to the side. He didn't have time for this shit, he just wanted them to take the box and go already. If someone tries anything, Error can take care of it and make sure it will never be a issue again.

Error should have told Hearts he will deal with it all, but that could have given himself away. Damn logic forcing him to make reasonable decisions. Insanity, while having so much pain, was more fun. At least nothing was stopping Error then.

Death had to bit his lip to keep the grin that wanted to come up away, watching the dark skeleton's hips sway as he walked away. He had a felling this was going to be interesting. The dark skeleton looked threateningly beautiful, those scars spoke of a haunting story, maybe even more then one. Such a alluring sight to behold for the chief of police. Shaking his head, Death started to walk in. He had a job to do right now, fantasies can wait until he is off the clock.

But if his mind wonders, it shouldn't be a huge distraction as long as he doesn't act on it, right?

Before the cops had arrived, Error had moved the couch and coffee table away from the TV. That way Hearts and him could sit on the couch and the if the others, they could pull up chairs from the kitchen table to sit across from them. The glitch had no idea how this investigation stuff worked besides the stuff he had seen on TV - it wasn't like there were cops - any good ones in any case - in his old Multiverse - and wasn't about to let some strangers take over his apartment.

Error plopped down on the couch, making Hearts scurry over and slid in next to him, leaning onto him for comfort. "thERe'S tHE boX." Error pointed to the box, Hearts sniffing at the reminder. Sighing, Error wrapped a arm around the other skeleton as if to shield the other from everything. "iF yOU coULDn'T TeLL frOM ThE smElL oR lOOk, iT's CovEREd IN blOOD. INsiDE iS sOME DuST. SO yEs, iT's REaL aND nOT a TRaP."

Hearts lightly slapped Error's chest, fighting a smile at the slight passive aggressiveness and protectiveness. But then again, Hearts didn't think the Chief himself would be coming to check this over even after the tall skeleton had taken over the call from that ignorant person who first answer Hearts's 911 call. There are quite a few rumors and myths surrounding the skeleton, and not all of them good...

Death glanced over to the dark skeleton before bringing up a walkie-talkie. "Goth, Alphys, there is a blood box here, come and get it. Over." As he talked, he walked up to the box, and lifted the paper to read it over with the other officers looking around him to read it too, faces grim.

"G-Got it Chief. On our w-way up. Over." Was the response that came shortly, a voice familiar to Error stuttering out.

Looks like it is going to be a very one-sided reunion for Error. Just his luck. At least the sickly Inky counter-part isn't coming in, Death/Reaper and Misery/Nightmare is enough for right now.

Soon another skeleton and lizard Monster were let into the small apartment. Error was just happy that it was UnderTale!Alphys and another skeleton he has never seen before. He didn't want to deal with the swap version or another familiar face right now. Both went to the box, pulling out all kinds of things from their bags as the put on some gloves. Palette stood near them, keeping a eye out on everything.

With a nod from Death, Nightmare pulled up a chair to sit on the other side of the coffee table as did Death. Palette quickly went to the door to keep a eye out for anything.

"I'm going to have to ask you some questions to see if we can figure this out." Misery stated as he brought out a clipboard and pen from a bag that he had. Death got out a recording machine so that they wouldn't miss anything, turning it on with a nod to Misery. "Let's start with some general questions." Misery stated factually. "Please state your names and occupations."

Error rolled his eyes and pulled Hearts a bit closer as the other answered first with a slight shiver. This was feeling more like a interrogation to the pink clad skeleton. "I'm Hearts Zeal." Here Hearts smirked, eyes gaining back their gleam as he fluttered his eyes at all Palette who was looking to them. "I work at the 'Lustful Souls Club' down a few streets from here. If you want to get technical, I'm a stripper~" Hearts purred out, making Palette, Goth and Misery flush lightly while Death just chuckled in amusement and Alphys choke and stutter where she was at.

"i'M ErRoR misCAlCulAtioN, i RuN a OnlINE sTorE caLLEd 'thE mulTivERse'-" Error paused when he heard a gasp. Turning his head, he saw both Alphys and Palette looking at him in awe. ".....WhAT?"

"Y-Y-You're the one wh-who runs THE Multiverse." Alphys started out only to loose it in her excitement. "Your stitch work is amazing! The dolls are so well done and the clothes-!" She squealed out in pure amazement.

"I can't believe I'm meeting THE owner of The Multiverse....!" Palette sighed out in bliss before chuckling in pure awe.

While everyone else was just watching the two in shock, Hearts was giggling up a storm as Error looked the two up and down. Something about the way Alphys said that reminded Error of something. When Error glanced to Palette's hat, it hit him.

Snapping his fingers, he pointed to Alphys first, who was silently gushing still. "mEWmEWkiSSy-kaWaIiLizard01. yOU'vE bEEn buYinG oFF a lOT oF mY stuFF anD reQuEstING a bUncH oF speciAl othERs. lIKe thoSe chARactERs fROM thE olD mEW mEW kisSy anIME." The he pointed to a beaming and flushing Palette. "rOllERblADepaleTte101. i mADE thAT hAt anD yOu'vE oRdER a tON oF othER iTEms aS wElL thAT i'VE maDE."

Goth's jaw was dropped when Palette actually squealed before turning it into a cough once he noticed the looks he was getting along side Alphys - who flushed and tried to bury herself into her work. - "Ahem! Yes...That's me."

"Look at that Error, you've got fans~!" Hearts cooed out as he looked amused at the two flushed Monsters. "Soon I'll have to be scaring them off for you!"

Now Error looked confused and a touch worried. "lIKe whAT i DO WiTH youR 'FaNS'?"

Misery quickly cut in before Hearts could answer. "I have to know what your relationship to one another is. Are you two married?"

"NO." Error shook his head in answer, wondering why everyone asked that. "wE'RE juSt friEnDS."

"Friends with benefits?" Death asked suddenly, making Misery's eyes snap to him with confusion.

Hearts just laughed thinking about it, Error's eyes twitching at the very thought. "nO. WE aRE noT iN a SexuAL oR roMAntIC RelAtIONshIP. nEitHER oF uS WanT tO hAVE sEx WitH thE othER." Error stated this all bluntly, not beating around the bush. This wasn't the first time this was asked, and he was getting tired of it and a bit annoyed. It was like Hearts couldn't be friends with anyone without having sex with them, that made Error want to hit someone. And while he could have phrased that all better, Hearts does actually sleep in the same bed with him at times. Sure, Error doesn't sleep too, but he does lay in bed with him until morning. So the technically, Error does sleep with Hearts. Just in the most technical of ways though.

With a smirk, Hearts leaned on Error's chest, running a hand up and down the other's chest. "Well, I don't know about that~" Hearts purred out sensually, making everyone but Death and Error flush and shift. Error was looking at Hearts deadpanned while Death's face was blank as he took them both in. "I wouldn't be opposed, just look at you~!" Hearts giggled, groping Error's arm as he pouted up at the darker skeleton. "A little taste wouldn't hurt...Would it~?"

Sighing through his nose holes, Error rubbed his face with his free hand, looking so used to this it wasn't funny. "hEaRTs. nO."

"Hearts, yes~"

Both looked at each other before both lost it. Hearts laughed as he stopped groping at Error and Error chuckled and shook his head. "wHY aM i FriENDs wiTH yOU." Error chuckled out. He never expected to be that comfortable with a Lust!Sans, but here he is. With Hearts, he knew the smaller wasn't actually aiming for sex, just a joke. It made him relax more at the touching as it is the way Hearts shows affection to those he is close to and is the way he likes to joke around. With Lust, the horny skeleton was always aiming for sex, and that freaked Error out as he didn't want to do such things with the other - or anyone really, he rather fall in love first. Something that was impossible as Fate or Inky would never allow him someone like that. - nor was used to things like that.

Hearts laughed as he lifted his head off of Error. "Because I'm so lovable~!"

"WhATEvER hELpS slEEp aT niGht." Error jokingly scoffed before turning his attention to a flustered Misery. "nExT quEstIOn?" Error asked aloud, crossing his legs. Everyone's eyes went down, before most shot back up. Death on the other hand smirked, slowly following the slit up where it stopped about a half foot away from the glitching skeleton's pelvis. He let his eyes linger before they went all the way up to find Error watching him. Leaning back with a wink, Death had to hold back a deep chuckle when all Error did was look at him blankly, not impressed at all.

"Ah!" Misery jolted, nearly dropping his pen. Error turned his attention back to Misery, who was trying to calm his blush down as he tried to do his job. "Yes. Do you have any children? Spouses or in any type of relationships?"

"I have a son named Compassion. His Mother left him to me after a one night stand." Hearts informed, grin dying down to a smile. "I'm not in any romantic or sexual relationships at this point of time, nor have I ever been married." Here Hearts caught Goth's and Palette's eyes as the both were looking at him, so he winked at them. "So I'm free and still waiting for my prince charming~"

Palette coughed, trying to force back his blush while Goth turned bright purple, giving a relived sigh once Alphys motioned for him to grab the box. Grabbing the box, the white clad skeleton followed after Alphys as the left the apartment to take the box back to their lab. Goth doesn't think his SOUL could take any more flirting, he just wasn't used to such things.

After the door shut, Error went on to answer the question asked. "i hAVE TwO sonS; nuLL anD VoiD. hopEfuLLy thEIR fatHER iS DeaD iN a DitcH soMEWhERE." Error's voice at the start was light and fond, but at the end it twisted into a dark growl. Forcing more then one skeleton to sit straighter at attention. "i'M noT IN anY RomAntiC oR sexUAL RElatiONshIP nOR aM i mARRied oR havE evER bEEN."

Death smirked then, leaning forward a bit. "Now that's out of the way, now to the nitty gritty stuff. We can rule out jealous lovers and partners at the least. Unless their Father is a issue?" Death directed this to Error, who shook his head in negative. Death gave a short nod, face getting serious. "Then, please tell us what had happened before you found the box. Did you hear anything? See anything that might be connected to this?"

With that, the two skeletons had to repeat and repeat what had happened that day. Misery and Death questioning them on every little detail. It had gotten to the point where they were saying the same thing over and over again - making Error's fragile patience with this whole thing coming close to snapping.

"thIS hAS goNE oN LonG enoUGh." Error growled out, hands twitching as he suddenly stood up after Misery had asked them to repeat on their day again. Misery sat straighter, Death's eyes snapped to Error and Palette took a step back in shock. "WE hAVE REpEaTED ouR DaY oVeR anD ovER aGaIN, thERE's noTHinG moRE! WE haVE no ideA WHErE thE boX caME frOM oR knOW wHO couLD havE doNE iT! thiS iS StarTinG tO soUND liKE yOU thINk We knOW SomEthINg WE Don'T, lIKe yOU thINk WE'RE inVolVEd WitH tHE mOB. SO, i SuGGesT WE sToP thiS iNteRroGation NOW aS WE nEvER, bEfoRE noW thAT iS, hAD anyTHinG tO DO wiTH tHEm. hElL, bEFoRE toDaY i DiDN'T knoW thEY ExiSteD!" Error took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and not snap fully. This wouldn't be the way he wanted Hearts to know he knew fighting magic, or would want the police on him forcing him to run with the kids. "sO whY dON't yOU AlLL - nOt yOu thoUgH. DON't woRRY, yOU're fINE. -" Hearts giggled when Palette flushed and looked happy with that when Error pointed to him as he said this. The starry eyed skeleton had looked quite sad when Error started, now though he looked ready to bounce off the walls at Error saying he was fine even as his superiors are getting scolded at like misbehaving children. "gET ouT tHERE anD fiGURE thIS shIT oUT lIke You'RE suPPoSEd TO! In othER woRDS; dO WE haVE anyTHinG mORE TO Talk aboUT - IMpoRTanT anD noT pOINtlESS - oR caN yOU gET thE fuCK ouT OF mY apaRtmENT riGHt nOW?" Error's eyes then snapped to Death's, forgetting for a moment that this wasn't Reaper from his Multiverse. That lazy, almost mocking smile made him confuse the two. No matter the height or voice, that smile was still the same one that Error hated with his whole being. "AnD sTop SMirkING yOU sAdIStic hYpStER! gET oFF yoUR bONEy aSS aND dO somEthING foR ONCe! i'M TiREd oF yOU. So. gET. ouT. NOW."

Misery's and Palette's jaws dropped while Death went blank faced. No one had ever talked to the chief like that, no one. He is a highly respected leader of the force and has many achievements to his name, a list even. And here was this other skeleton, telling the chief off.

"wElL?" Error raised a brow, crossing his arms.

"I think it's time for us to go." Death eventually spoke, never looking away from Error, making Misery and Palette jolt.

The two officers hurriedly packed everything, fearing their boss's temper. Death just sat there, staring up at the standing Error. Hearts frowned, glancing to Error. Error glanced to Hearts, nodding to the hurrying officers. Hearts sighed, hoping that there wouldn't be blood and dust when he came back into the apartment.

It should be fine, the kids were in the other room after all. Error wouldn't loudly kill someone if it meant waking them up...right?

Then again, Error could silently kill....

Hearts jumped up with a smile. "Let me walk you out! Wouldn't want someone to shot you or steal your papers, am I right?" Hearts winked, looping his arms with the two officers. Misery flushed with a slight glare while Palette looked slightly fearful now. "With me on your arms, they wont touch you~!"

Soon, the door shut.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Death stood. Slowly, the officer went around the coffee table and stood by Error, offering a hand.

Error titled his head with a frown, looking to the hand before looking back up at Death's blank face. "WhaT?"

"It's a handshake." Death stated with a smirk. "Nice meeting you and all that."

With a huff, Error decided to roll with it. Sighing, Error placed his hand in the offered one, and then nearly broke the other skeleton's hand when said skeleton suddenly pulled Error in close.

One hand came up to touch his tear marks, making Error glitch. looking up with a glare, Error saw that Death was looking down at him with something he couldn't understand in his eye sockets and a indescribable grin on his face.

"You know....you're really beautiful. So much so that I want to eat you all up~" Death purred out, leaning closer to Error. "Would you mind if I took a taste?"

"I dIDn'T kNow cannIbalISM wAS prActICEd iN ThE cITy." Error bluntly mused aloud, not even looking phased. "HUh, NoW i KNOW. iN anY caSE, NO."

"What-" Death tried to ask, only for Error to calmly and swiftly get out of his hold. Death blinked at the nonchalant glitching skeleton, before snickering.

"Interesting." Death hummed, before shaking his head in amusement. "I made up my mind." The Cop muttered under his breath. Before Error could ask what the other meant, Death gave a smirk, wink and then a nod to Error before leaving.

Error blankly watched the other leave.

"i hAvE a BaD fEElinG aboUT aLL oF thIS...."

Said bad feeling got worse the next morning.

Opening the door, there was another box right in front of it.

"WeLL," Error hummed, rubbing his chin while he looked down at the box. Hearts freaking out behind him. "aT LEaSt tHiS ONE isN'T pAinTEd WiTH blOOD."

"LIKE THAT MAKES THIS ANY BETTER!"

-End Chapter-

I hope this was worth the wait! I finally got it done! It took a while, but I got there!

More and more characters will show up as time goes on. Some we have seen before in this story, others we have not yet.

(Am I bothering you? Please tell me if I do)

my brother made this for me and its an error sans casue he know i love your stories and i..

i swear this boy.

im going to bury him in love.

i love my little brother.

#siblinglove

Response: 

JuneTheGlassesBearer made this wonderful piece of art! Look at it! Fanart just makes me want to work all the harder on my stories.

June now has a art book on Wattpad too, so I would recommend to go check it out.

I also want to thank JuneTheGlassesBearer once more for helping me out with all this! They were a big help with how Shears would react to certain situations and things. Keeping Shears in character is something I strive for, as then it wouldn't be Shears if i didn't. So, a big thanks to them!

They were also a big help for the next chapter I am making for this story. One that I have been looking forward to making for a while now....

-Chapter Start-

It said a lot that Error didn't even flinch at being stabbed - in body, mind or SOUL - anymore.

It also painted a grim picture when Error could look perfectly fine and calm when one of his bones are ripped off - like his arm and/or leg for example. - his body.

All these things were normal occurrences to him. They happened nearly everyday by someone.

Usually it was Ink.....Most of the time it was Ink.

It was one of the main reasons Error didn't want Shears to leave his little AU without him. UnderSwap was one thing, Berry would make sure nothing would happen, or get in contact with someone who can help him if something were to happen. Honey - who was acting so weird now - would make sure nothing would upset Berry, meaning that Shears would be safe if he ever somehow went to UnderSwap-01 without him, even if he does hate Error with all his SOUL.

-Apologizes are nice in a way, he never got one from someone who hated him, but Error always understood actions more then words. Words can just be as important as actions, he knew this, but it is harder to lie with actions. Actions can reflect what is in the SOUL and back up the words.-

But the other AU's would not be so forgiving if Shears were to land there and happen to mention that he even knows Error, much less is a trusted and dear friend to said glitch of a skeleton. Ink might get it in his empty head to hurt Shears. The others wouldn't even think about it, they would hurt Shears.

So that's why, after a week was up, Error made sure to destroy some AU's far away from TailoredTale. It was a toss up, stay close to Shears and risk Ink wondering why Error is staying in one area for so long, or go far off and act normal.

Risking Shears is never a option, so Error went with the last option.

Which lead him to now; Being stabbed via Ink's paint brush.

With a grunt, Error looked to the skeleton in front of him, who had their paint brush at the ready.

Standing to Error's middle chest, Ink wasn't the shortest Sans nor the tallest. Wearing a white t-shirt with paint stains on it, brown shorts, brown boots with paint stains on it as well, and a fluffy blur jacket tied around his waist. He also had Fingerless brown gloves on his hands, blue arm and leg warmers lined with rainbow, his paints strapped around his chest and paint brush in hands. Ink's scarf was tan, with tons of paint stains on it.

It's only fitting that the Creator had so many paint stains on him. He was a stain on Error's life after all.

"Error, stop this N O W ."

'I would if I could.' Error mentally grumbled. Sighing, cracking his neck once, Error just gave Ink a blank stare. Really, with how much his ribs are hurting and how one was already on the ground somewhere, Ink should know better then to demand that. Then again, there is only way to end this. And Ink won't take it, no matter times Error has and will ask. "wILL yOU sTOP CReaTiNG tHEn?"

Dodging the giant paint brush once more, Error knew what the answer was. It never changes.

-With Shears-

"Okay! Just one more stitch...." Shears brightly smiled once the final stitch was done. Giggling, Shears looked down at the dress and accessories he had made.

"You are a fool! He's not going to accept your feelings."

"Do you think I do not know this?" Shears huffed, glaring into the endless white. "I know Error will most likely reject my feelings for him, but that does not matter! As long as he knows and stays my friend, then that is all I need."

"Then you're more then a fool! I'm not going to help you at all. Let yourself heal on your own."

Glancing down at his hands, Shears looked to all the little cuts, scratches and bruises on his hands from sewing and stitching everything he needed. It hurt, but it would all be worth it in the end.

Shears wanted to dazzle Error. To show just how enchanting he could be for the other. While there may be no chance for Error to return his feelings, Berry was right. His little love rival was right, Error would still be his friend no matter what. Error called Shears on of 'his'. That meant more to Shears than anything in the world.

"It does not matter what you do. I will tell Error what I feel." Shears grimly stated, face stern and hard. Nothing and no one would force Shears to stand down from this. Not even that malware that is inside of him.

"Don't come running to me when he leaves you for good."

"I will not have to, as Error will never leave me." Shears lightly scoffed at the very idea. Yet the Voice did not respond, finally going quiet. Lightly huffing once more, Shears looked back down at his hands.

Seeing how much his hands are scuffed and cut up, Shears tightly frowned. Then, a smile grew up one his face. Gather some more threads, Shears started to work on the last piece his outfit he planed to wear for Error.

So what if that stupid malware in him wouldn't heal him. Shears could work around that easily.

"Gloves would be perfect! Ffuffuffuffuffuffu~!" Shears giggled, lightly blushing at the thought of Error. "Oh my dear Error, how I can not wait to see you once more."

-With Error-

"aRE wE doNE yET?" Error groaned out, rubbing his tear marks as he looked to a panting Ink. "i mEaN....DoN'T YOu havE a lIFe? oR doES iT REvOLvE aROuND mE?" Error couldn't help but shiver in disgust at the very thought of being Ink's life.

"I won't stop fighting you until you stop destroying!" Ink snarled, eyes flashing red. "If you would just stop, we wouldn't have to be doing this almost every time!"

"sO, nEvER tHEN." Error sighed, waving around his hand. Ink could only grimace at the motion, as the hand held the rib that had broken off of Error. "thaT'S GreAT. MoThEr FuCKiNG GReaT."

"I don't see why your the one complaining." Ink frowned, getting his paint brush ready to fight once more. "Your the one that doesn't have a life."

"hEY!" Error frowned a bit, feeling a little insulted. Not on his behalf, but on the others that he spends time with. Just because Ink doesn't know about all of them - which if Error has his way, Ink will never know what he does in his free time - doesn't mean they're not real. "i DO haVE a lIFe oUTsiDe OF dEsTroYinG yOU knOW."

"Knitting and making dolls don't count." ink rolled his eyes, watching for a opening to strike. "Face it Error, you only live for destruction. You have no friends. No family. No one to love or call your own. You have no life."

'That's not true.' Error harshly glitched for a moment. 'I have Nightmare and his little gang, the Chara's and Berry....Maybe Honey too. He's Berry, that makes him mine too by association I guess. They're mine. So, they're my own. Not really friends though... And love? I have Shears-'

Error's eye sockets went blank and dark. Mind screeching to a halt like a car going hundreds miles a hour suddenly hitting the breaks for a red light.

Ink, seeing that Error was now distracted, flew in. Lifting his brush, Ink swung it down, hard.

*CRACK!*

-With Shears-

"Now then...." Shears took in a deep breath, sitting tall. "Error, I have something to tell you...No! That will not work."

After finishing the outfit he planed to wear, Shears slipped it on. He never knew when Error was going to come back, only a estimate that Error gave him. Shears wanted to be ready no matter what.

The main part of the dress was a solid dark green. Magenta flowers going around it, close to the bottom, with ruffles of a light green and a dark green under it. His shawl was now wrapped around his waist, making a bow in the back. The dress itself was strapless, so Shears made a black choker with a fold ring hanging off of it to wear around neck, holding the dress up. Also attached to the ring, other then the dress, was makeshift, long, open sleeves. They were blue and black, looking like butterfly wings.

Light pink long socks on his legs and feet, and then he made ribbons and bells to go on his sandals. So that when he walked, he sounded like a butterfly flying in the wind. Shears also made a headpiece to go on his skull, attached to his flowers on his head. It too looked like a butterfly wing.

The final piece to the whole outfit was a pair of gloves, lightly colored. Made as to not let Error see how much damage Shears did to himself, making the whole outfit.

The whole plan was to make Error's SOUL flutter.

But for now, Shears was trying to plan out what he is to say. Hoe to confess his love to the one and only Forced God Of Destruction, Error.

So, that's why he was sitting down, the little Error doll in hand.

Lifting up the doll, Shears looked into the little button eyes. Imagining it was Error himself right in front of him.

"E-E-Error...I-I...I lo..." Shears stuttered out, face getting more and more pink as he went on. Eventually, the pink overtaking his whole face. "...ove...y-y-y-you....I-!"

Giving a little squeal, Shears buried his face into the doll. Taking in deep breaths, Shears tried to calm his fast beating SOUL and brightly flushed face.

'If it is this hard just saying 'I love you' to a doll that looks like Error,' Shears's face twisted a bit in distress. 'then how hard will it be to say so to the real Error?'

Error deserved the perfect confession. One in where he knows that Shears will always love him, even if Error himself doesn't return that love.

Taking in one more deep breath, Shears lifted his head. Looking back down at the doll, all Shears could see was Error smiling at him. It didn't calm his blush or SOUL down, but it did make him more determined than ever to get this right.

"Error...I-I..l-lov-ve..yo-ou!"

-With Error-

Ink's eyes were wide, face twisted in worry. Shocked, Ink tried to move his brush, but found he couldn't. Gulping, Ink took in the sight in front of him.

When he swung his paint brush, it never came down on Error. Never made it to it's target.

Error had caught it.

With one hand, Error had caught his paint brush. Refusing to let it go. Error didn't even look like he was all there, let alone consciously catching a hit directed at him. The glitch's eyes were blank and dark, looking like darken blood. Error glitched harshly, face slack. If Ink didn't know better, and had seen Error lift a hand so nonchalantly to stop and grab the brush, he would think that Error was unconscious.

"Error! Let go this instant-!" Ink cut himself off when Error's head snapped up. Silently screaming, Ink pulled with all his might when he caught sight of Error's face.

ERROR signs littered all over the glitch now, body glitching at a fast pace. Eyes slowly coming back and glowing with magic and life.

The last time Ink saw that, Error had destroyed over a hundred AU's. That had been years and years ago though, so long ago that Ink forgets what had set Error off. All Ink knows is that when Error is too emotional or too lost in his anger, ERROR signs come to life all over him. It was one of Ink's main fears, because it was hard stopping Error when the glitch is normal. it is impossible when Error is too far gone.

Before Ink even knew what was going on, Error yanked the paint brush out of his hands. Frozen, all Ink could do was watch while Error made a portal, threw the paint brush in it, with his Gaster Blasters glitching into existence right behind him.

"inKY."

Ink shivered at the tone. Dark yet darker. Error's face twisted in so many emotions that Ink couldn't even tell what the other was feeling right then.

The Gaster Blasters's mouths opened, magic coming to life inside their glitching skulls. Error lifted his sweater just a bit, slamming his broken rib into place. Using strings to bind it in place. Letting his sweater fall back down, Error just kept staring at Ink the whole time. Ink shuddered, feeling something crawling up his back.

"R U N ."

-With Shears-

"This is going to go horribly."

"I thought that you were finally leaving me be." Shears sniffed, smoothing out his dress from where he was sitting. After feeling like he had enough confidence to say the words to Error, Shears started to make a gift. One made from his very SOUL.

"You know I can never leave you. Besides, why would that glitch want a virus like you?"

Shears stiffened, before forcibly relaxing. Slowly putting down the threads he had been using to make the gift, Shears glared up. "Error would not care about any of that. His SOUL is made of gold!"

"How do you know that? You've never seen his SOUL! And why should that matter? What about your own SOUL?"

"What do you mean?" Shears frowned in confusion, hand coming up to his chest.

"Your SOUL is so tiny. Worthless and weird. Tell me; Why would a God with a so called 'SOUL of gold' want your tiny blackened SOUL?"

That struck Shears. But he hanged on. The stitched up skeleton refused to give in on this. It would be like giving up on Error, which is something that Shears could never do.

"What Error wants, is up to him. Not you." Shears closed his eyes. A soft smile working it's way up on his face as he thought back to Error. "So, your words do no matter. Only Error's."

"Tch! Your just going to get your SOUL broken! Idiotic fool that you are, you don't see that this is just going to end badly! Fine! Do whatever you want."

"I have already planed to." Shears opened his eyes, still smiling.

Placing his hands to his chest, Shears smiled and willed his feelings to Error. Hoping that his love would reach the God, no matter where he was.

-With Error-

Error all but flew back into the Anti-VOID. The tall glitch drenched in so much blood and dust. The portal behind him showing a destroying AU, now silent and covered in dust and blood as it crumbled into nothing.

Almost none of it his own.

"Well, well! Look who it is!"

"Welcome home dumbass."

"Looks like you get that time off you always wanted, Hahaha~!"

"Just how many AU's did you destroy? You're lucky they were all copies!"

Blood smeared and splattered off of him as he fell on to his knees, the portal behind him closing up tight. Dust flaked off him, but Error paid none of that any mind. Not even the Voices could get to him right now. Not when his own thoughts were roaring at him for his own stupidity.

'Love?! Shears?! Nononononononon0n0n0n0n0n0n0n0!' Error was hyperventilating, sweat starting to form on him as he started to claw at his own face in distress. 'I can't love Shears! I can't! I'm nothing but a worthless glitch!'

Blood started pouring off his self-inflected wounds, mixing in with the rest of the blood on him. The Voices started to grow louder and louder, mocking him as always. Error was glitching harshly and at a fast pace, so close to crashing.

'What if Fate finds out?! What Ink does?!' Error started to choke, tears forming but not falling. 'They may not be able to kill me, but Shears can die! Oh stars, what would Shears think of me! A glitch loving him? Not even Shears could accept that..... I'm a broken, worthless, good for nothing God that doesn't deserve such things. He might think I'm a pervert or something for falling for him...'

With so many negative emotions in him, Error slammed his down on the white ground. A sickening crack sounded out, echoing out in the endless white. Error lifted his head slowly, the cracks and scars on his skull worse. Even the Voices went silent at the sudden abuse Error laid on himself.

Looking to his blood stained hands that were sticky with dust, Error knew that he was the last thing Shears needed.

He was a killer. The most hated Monster in the whole Multiverse. One that was trapped in a endless cycle that will never end. Error was a glitch, a error as his name implied. With nothing to him but destruction. A destroyer that was choking on Fate's threads, a puppet to his fate. Not even having death to look forward too, as trying to die does nothing. He was fated to be nothing more and nothing less then what he was.

Error is destruction.

Destruction does not love.

Destruction does not fall in love.

Destruction does not feel.

Destruction is just that. destruction.

And....And yet...

'And yet, I've fallen for someone I can never have.' A humorless chuckle rang out. 'Fate is cruel to those they hate. Even when Fate doesn't know it!'

*Drip*

Blinking, Error raised a hand to his cheeks. Pulling away his hand showed blue. Glancing down, Error saw blue mixing in with the red. Another blink making even more blue fall from him.

*Drip-Drip*

"tEaRS....?" Error hoarsely whispered. "i'M.....CrYiNG?"

It was like a dam broke. More and more tears falling from his eyes. Clinching his skull tightly, Error curled up, putting his head on his knees. After so many years, Error was crying. His SOUL breaking even further for what will never be. For what he can never have. For wanting something that he can not even wish for. Error let the tears fall, not making a sound as the Voices started up once more. Mocking him for his tears.

'Shears....I....I wish I could...' Error's hands started to leave new cracks on his skull from how hard he gripped his own skull. 'But I can't.... You'd never want something like me... I'm lucky to call you a friend. Why...why push that? Why mention something that would never come to pass? Why say something so absurd, something that you would never want or return to me?'

Taking in a deep breath, Error tightly closed his eyes. For once, wishing for something that he can never have. He tried to will all his love, all his feelings for Shears, to go away. The SOUL inside him breaking even further, making the strings holding his SOUL together stitch even further so that his SOUL would stay in one piece.

'I love you Shears.' Error moved his hands down his face, to his chest. Tightly gripping his sweater, right above where his SOUL was, Error gave a broken smile. 'I'll never be able to say it. I'll never be able to show it. But...but I wish I could. But you wouldn't want me. I want...I want-!'

"....i'M sO soRRy.... i DiDn'T mEaN ToO...." Error struggled to say, biting his lip enough to make it bleed. Conflicting emotions playing inside of him.

'I never meant to fall in love with you. I'm not meant for love, not formed for such things. You may never know Shears, but I love you. Maybe...no. I'm destruction. Formed for nothing more, living for nothing more. I can still be a friend...but..I-I can't...' Oh, how Error just wanted the pain to stop. He was so used to pain, but this was a new kind. To just rip out his SOUL and end it all, yet he knew it wouldn't work. He's tried it before. Wishing made it worse. He wanted to love Shears, wanted to give all and everything to the enchanting skeleton...but....He couldn't.

Why?

'Fate has deemed it so.'

-With Shears-

A small upside down black heart floated in small gloved covered hands. In the middle of the upside down heart was a dot of magenta.

Pulling the SOUL close, Shears looked down at it.

Softly whispering to it, doubts were heavily swallowed with a thump.

"Soon."

But....

Would hope be enough encouragement?

-End Chapter-

Here it is! I know it took a while, but it is here. DoubleStrings for Life!

I know this chapter isn't as long as my other ones, but I do think it is the most emotional heavy one...for right now that is.

I'm telling you all right now, Error is going to have a way worse breakdown in the next chapter. WAY worse. Please keep in mind that Error is not fully sane, and has many, many issues. While this story is lighter then others, it will still get heavy and dark at times. There is no way out of that with Error. Hell, Shears has issues too that are slowly unraveling. So, yeah, it will get heavy at times. Can't be helped.

For Error to realize his feelings, it had to be one of two things. First option was in a dramatic moment, where Shears's life is on the line. Either that, or Shears even dying and Error finally realizes what he feels for the skeleton. The next option was a random moment. Like, someone mentions something and Error thinks about Shears.

I went with the random moment as you call all see. Error did not take finding out about him loving Shears well. Having so many emotions coming up, making him lash out in one of the only ways he knows how; Destruction. Luckily for Error, he only destroyed a lot of copies. Meaning, he now has a vacation of sorts as he destroyed a ton of copies. The balance is in no way tipped in his favor, but it is no longer close to spilling over like before....for right now that is.

The next chapter is the one we have all been waiting for! I nicknamed the next chapter 'The Confession Chapter' in my head for a while.

(I do not own the cover, Undertale, and characters. They belong to their respectful owners. I only own my OCs and this story. Shears is owned by JusneTheGlassesBearer, who was sweet enough to let me use Shears in my own story with my version of Error. They also made me this awesome cover for this book! So, Thanks again~!) Error felt drained, so tired and alone. His broken SOUL and scar ridden bones can only take so much. But he had to go on, forced to live with no meaning but Balance for however long it was needed.

Then, one day after destroying star knows how many AU's and a painful fight with Ink, a bloodied and battered Error stumbled not into the Anti-VOID like he planned for, but instead landed in a small isolated AU - one that Error never knew about and looked like the Anti-VOID. No, seriously, the only reason he knew it wasn't was because it has a Code to it. He figured Ink must have hit his head too many times this time, because all he can feel is confusion right now. Meeting the Sans of this AU doesn't help either. How did he never know about this AU? Did Ink hide it from him? Why was there only one Monster here? Was Shears like him? There were so many questions and no answers at all.

Both Monsters are broken in their own way, but maybe between the two of them, they can stitch themselves back together to form something new. Error has finally found his meaning to live, and it wasn't destruction.

The only issue was that so many others hated what they could form together. Their love to them was unnatural and wrong. Therefore it must be torn apart for the greater good. Destruction should not love, only LOVE. For it if Destruction loves, then how can Destruction be a unfeeling force of destruction? Where would their scapegoat be if that happens?

Fate wants to tear them apart.

Destiny wants to keep them together.