(For those of you without wifi, our dear Error will be falling into the 'Mr. Erratum' multiverse from harrish6's Falling into a Different Destiny.)

This story will start just after Chapter 4.

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Destiny smiled, looking down on her child and his DateMate. She had the perfect multiverse in mind for them. Stepping over to {NaJ 206}, she reached out to place them inside. Chaos, however, had different plans.

Grinning, they snatched the two skeletons from Destiny's loving arms and tossed them into a very similar, yet entirely different, multiverse, then ran before Destiny could process what had just happened. Letting out a sigh, Destiny checked its code. There was already an Error from a different multiverse there, who had adopted the name 'Erratum'. Destiny worried for the two, but there was nothing she could do now except watch.

Error woke up in an alleyway with Blue in his arms. Unbeknownst to him, it was the same alley that another Error had found himself in not-really-so-long ago, with two tiny skeletons entwined in his grasp, but that was unimportant and irrelevant. He remembered falling into the VOID. Was he in a different multiverse? Carefully extracting himself from Blue's grip, he opened a portal to check the Codes of this universe.

It seemed that this universe was the entire multiverse, without any resets, different timelines, or really anything out of the ordinary. The war between monsters and humans had ended in a peace treaty, and monsters eventually lost their fighting and healing magic from disuse. Skeletons were common- Error recognized many of them as various AU Sanses. In fact, most, if not all, the monsters were from various AUs, like they had all been crammed into one universe to see what would happen. There also seemed to be... two Errors? One was named Erratum, but Error could recognize Codes so similar to his easily. He would have to choose another name, and Blue would, too, since there was already a Blue.

Error closed the portal and started quickly forming clothing. His clothes were barely together, let alone covering his scars. He decided to just make new versions of his clothes, with a few small differences. Soon, a blood red turtleneck, black hoodie with cat ears, long black pants, red fingerless gloves, red socks, and black tennis shoes were laying on the ground next to him. Gathering the clothing, he went behind a nearby dumpster to change.

After a few minutes, he returned to where Blue lay, now dressed in a snazzy new outfit. He deposited his old one in the dumpster as he walked past. He had realized that he and Blue were much smaller than they used to be as he was sewing, but wanted to finish his clothes first. Pulling out his SOUL, Error CHECKed himself.
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3rr0r 5 4 |\| 5

HP 99999999999999/99999999999999
ATK 99999999999999
DEF 99999999999999
INV 99999999999999
LV 99999999999999
EXP 99999999999999

*Cannot die.
*Fate-formed, Destiny-chosen, Chaos-touched.
*Does not require food, water, sleep, or air.
*Not from this multiverse.
*Forced God of Destruction, yin to Fate's chosen child.
*Accidentally turned into a child by Destiny.
*Can glitch the CHECK box.
*Can read, manipulate, and destroy Code.
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Ah, so that was why. He was a child. By the looks of things, he was about five years old, maybe six. This... would make things difficult. He wouldn't be able to buy much or get a job, so he would have to steal things like food for Blue. Sighing, Error opened the portal again and messed with the Codes for a second, before quickly closing it. Now there were birth records of him and Blue in the backup files of a hospital that had burned down last year. The files had been stored in a separate location, so they survived.

Blue stirred, distracting Error from his thoughts. "Ugh, my head... Error? Where are we?" Blue asked confusedly. "₩ə Åŕ3 iŅ ăŅøŤh3ŕ Mų£ț1v3ŕ$ə," Error explained. "Đə$ț1ñÝ ă€č1đ3ñŤă£lÝ țŰŕŅəĐ ų$ iŅț0 čHi£đŘəŅ."
"Oh, oka- Wait, WHAT?!?" Error winced. Blue lowered his volume, smiling apologetically. "Alright. This is fine. We can work through this. Right?"

Error glanced away for a moment. "₩ə Ņə3đ Ņə₩ ñÅm3ş," he said finally. "₩ə €ăŅ f1gŰŕ3 əVəŘýŤiŅg 3l$ə 0ųŤ łÅț3ŕ." Blue nodded. "How about similar names to our current ones? Like Errant and Bluescreen," he suggested. Error nodded thoughtfully. "ŤhÅț $øŰñĐş Gø0đ."

After a bit more discussion, they decided to hole up in the alley, since there appeared to be several shops nearby. Errant didn't need much of anything, but Bluescreen needed food, shelter, warmth, sleep, et cetera, so they would have to steal quite a bit. The measly 5g Errant found in the pocket of his old jacket (along with his bracelet and knitting needles) wasn't going to get them very far, not to mention that they were children now, so large purchases would look suspicious.

Errant began making a sort of lean-to with some wood and a bit of metal he found next to the dumpster, while Bluescreen dragged some clean(ish) cardboard over for the 'floor'. After about an hour, they finished building their new 'house'.

The lean-to, from the outside, appeared to be some trash someone leaned against the wall next to the dumpster, but someone rather observant might note that it was placed so one edge was against the dumpster, and the other was touching a rather large wooden crate.

The lid of the crate locked from the inside using some metal and Errant's strings. There was also a handle so that they could easily pull it shut from the inside. The crate had a large hole in one wall, which faced the lean-to's opening. It was also attached to the lean-to. All in all, it was a pretty secure entrance.

Some cardboard served as the floor of the lean-to, and Errant planned to steal a pillow and blanket for Bluescreen. It wasn't very big, but it was their home now, and he was going to make the best out of it.

Errant and Bluescreen sat inside their 'house'. After some experimenting, they found that Bluescreen could lay down while Errant sat at his feet, as long as he didn't stretch out too far. "I'm hungry," Bluescreen said. "We should get some food."
"ÅłŘiĞhŤ. Țh3ŕ3'ş Åń ÃłßéŘť$øŅ'ş ă€ŕ0ş$ ťHê $țŘë3ţ?" Bluscreen nodded. "Yes, we should go there. Yes, you can steal the food. We should keep the g for emergencies. Although, now that I think about it, wouldn't this world have different currency?" Errant nodded. "₩ě'£ł HăVé Ťő ŢřÅđ3 öŮř G īŅ ēVęŅțÅł£ý."

They carefully concealed the entrance to the lean-to and crossed the street. Bluescreen had to remind Errant to look both ways, to which Errant complained that he would sense the cars coming. Bluescreen responded that he had to do it, regardless of whether or not he could sense the cars, so Errant sighed and looked both ways.

The inside of the store was rather unremarkable. It was just a normal grocery store. Aisles, food, non-food, registers, everything you would expect a normal Albertson's to have. Errant, however, was fascinated by the candy aisle, and refused to leave until he had at least three bars of chocolate in his seemingly infinite pockets. (He had, of course, opened a portal to a small pocket dimension in his pocket, which he dropped the chocolate into.)

Bluescreen grabbed a can-opener (the non-electric kind, obviously) and some cans of food. Mostly fruits. Errant swiped a couple taco-making kits that advertised as ready-to make, aka no oven required, and a bag of cookies. They were very careful, and made sure to avoid anyone they saw. Luckily, it was still quite early in the day, so there were only a few employees to worry about. They soon left the store, about $20 worth of food in Errant's pocket dimension, with none the wiser.

Next stop was a Shopco a few blocks away, where Errant somehow fit two pillows, a set of battery-powered candles, and a fuzzy blanket in his pockets. Bluescreen was mildly impressed, but still felt like stealing was- well, not wrong, exactly, but not right, either. Sure, they were stealing to survive, but that didn't mean it was right.

As soon as Bluescreen shut the entrance to their 'house', Errant dumped everything he took on the ground. Five chocolate bars (he had taken two more when Bluescreen wasn't looking), a bag of cookies, three cans of fruit cocktail, a can-opener, two taco-making kits, two pillows, a fuzzy blanket, and four electric candles soon sat on the floor of the lean-to.

Bluescreen got to work opening a can of fruit cocktail, while Errant made the bed after turning on two of the four candles. When he was done, it was set up in such a way that Errant could sit near the entrance while Bluescreen slept, protecting him from any and all threats.

After Bluescreen finished eating the can of fruit cocktail, they realized a problem. Where would they put the trash?

Sure, they could use the dumpster, but then they would have to leave the safety and relative warmth of the lean-to. It was Errant who came up with a solution. "1'ł£ jŲšȚ êÅț 1ț."
"What?"
"Ťh3 ćÅņ. 1'ľ£ éÅť 1ţ."

He grabbed the empty can from Bluescreen, opened his mouth, and proceeded to wrap his tongues around the can, pulling it into his mouth. He munched on the can for a bit, then swallowed, grabbing a chocolate bar to wash it down. "Đě£i€í0ù$," Errant declared, while Bluescreen just sighed, wondering how he fell in love with this adorable idiot. "Well, that's ONE way to take care of the trash," he commented dryly.

It was late morning when they finally had to get out of the lean-to, as it was getting too hot. Bluescreen estimated that it was early September, but it still got pretty hot, especially since the wall of the lean-to was mostly metal. Plus, with the dumpster so close, it was starting to smell like hot garbage in there.

They wandered around town. Bluescreen had an almost photographic memory for navagations, so it was a great way to both pass the time and learn the area. There were a lot of shops, but the further they went, the more houses and apartments popped up, until it was entirely residential. After a while, they even walked past what appeared to be an elementary/middle school next to a high school, at which point Bluescreen decided they had scouted enough for the day, as it was now early evening and he was getting hungry.

Errant glanced around before ducking into a nearby alleyway. Grabbing onto Bluescreen, he teleported back to the alley where the lean-to was. Luckily, no one saw them, but Bluescreen still told him to be 'carefuler' next time. Then Errant pointed out 'carefuler' wasn't a word, so Bluescreen tossed a piece of cardboard at him. Errant acted out a whole dramatic death scene, but it was ruined because neither of them could stop laughing.

Finally, the two mischievous skeles entered their 'house'. Bluescreen ate another can of fruit, and Errant ate another can. "You know what we should've stole?" Bluescreen said, wiping his sticky fingers on his t-shirt. "₩hÅț?"
"Silverware."
"1'ł£ þŰț 1ť 0ñ Țh3 ł1şȚ." Errant proceeded to pull a sharpie from who-knows-where and write on a piece of cardboard, 'To Steal: Silverware, Food.'

They decided to sit outside and watch the stars come out, as the sun was setting. In fact, it was pure, dumb luck that someone spotted them and decided to approach. One may even have called it

Destiny.
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Lol I wrote most of this at various midnights, so apologies for the weirdness. Almost 2000 words! Leave questions and comments, et cetera. I'll get to them eventually.