They spent the rest of the morning getting to know Vibrant better. Or well Gaster, Sans and Papyrus did, as the others knew the 90's parasite fairly well. Honestly, Vibrant didn't have that tragic backstory the others had, as outcasts of the Multiverse. Being Neutral protected him from most of the hate. Granted, he was still hated a lot as he was a parasite, but most either pretended not to care about him, or just plainly left the room when he arrived.

And even if Ink hated –as much as he could, given the fact he didn't possess real emotions– the fact that he also destroyed AUs by corrupting their codes to the point of destruction, he couldn't do anything. Vibrant, or Fresh back then, knew everything. One word from him and everyone would learn that their beloved Creator was just as soulless as the disgusting parasite so many were afraid of. Pretty ironic, right? How they trusted someone who couldn't even care for them, despite how much he might have wanted to. Not like he actually wanted to care anyways. It wouldn't have been great for Ink's reputation, and the Creator knew that Vibrant wouldn't have cared if everyone knew the truth. He wouldn't be the one to suffer the consequences after all.

So, in the end, Ink was impuissant against him. Because Drako and the gang could have said that Ink was soulless, but who would have believed the 'Bad Guys' of the Multiverse? Yeah, nobody. Plus, everyone thought that Drako was the soulless one, ironically. But all of them would have believed Vibrant. Not because they liked him, far from that, but he was known across the entire Multiverse for knowing everything about everyone, somehow. No secret was safe from the 90's parasite. And him revealing people's darkest secrets just to be a little shit or because they annoyed him wasn't that unusual, sadly enough –for them, as it was hilarious for Vibrant and the gang, who were somehow always safe from Vibrant's secrets revealing spree–.

So, yeah, Ink was totally powerless against him and generally didn't even try to fight him, which confused the Judges greatly, but they never got any answer when they asked. Some even started theorizing that the two were either lovers or related –somehow, their mutual love for colorful things nourished this weird theory–. Ew, no, never. Not even in a nightmare. Not in eons. Nope. Vibrant had higher standards than that stupid Squid, thank you very much. Plus, with all this 'being emotionless' thing, they couldn't be in a relationship even if they wanted to –which they didn't, once again–. Yeah, Vibrant did got quite annoyed by this theory, that everyone tried to prove... Everyone except Dream, who tried to prove the opposite, for some reason. Vibrant wasn't sure if the Positive Guardian had a crush on Ink or just didn't want his best friend with a parasite, and never cared enough to try to find the correct option out of the two. Feelings were never his thing until now, anyway. He couldn't understand them fully, nor experience them and couldn't even try to care about them.

His infinite –and sometimes frankly scary– knowledge therefore gave him immunity against most of the hate of their old Multiverse. Plus, people didn't constantly beat him up –and if they did try, who cared? His injuries would disappear when he would grab a new host anyway, which made him pretty much immortal. Of course, the pain was still there, but it could have been worse for him– for his job as he didn't even have one, besides being this 'funky cool pal', as he put it. So, yeah, his life was nice, unlike the gang's, so no tragic backstory. Just a lot of pranks. He was a troublemaker, after all. Explosions, paint, glitters, vinegar, you name it, he did everything. The gang even called him –more than once– to play pranks on Nightmare –being the closest thing of a father/older brother figure along with Drako, he was the one who suffered the most with those pranks– or Ink. Of course, the pranks played on Nightmare were always nicer than the ones played on Ink, but it was a given, as the whole gang hated the Creator with a burning passion.

It attained the point where every time something bad or looking the slightest bit like a prank happened, Vibrant was directly blamed... And most of the time, he indeed was the culprit. He wouldn't even try to deny it, as it was just too funny to see their reactions, and it worked as a little payback for hurting his glitchy friend.

Learning about Vibrant's prank tendencies, Gaster was obviously scared. He could already see the chaos that would be caused by his child. They were all doomed, weren't they? This universe wouldn't last long, and his sanity would last even less with this new addition to his family. As much as he loved them with all of his SOUL, he was starting to ask himself why those Deities chose his universe of all places to drop those chaotic teenagers.

Sans and Papyrus, though, were quite excited at the idea of helping their big brothers pranking this universe, and perhaps the whole Multiverse one day. Which made said big brothers proud and made Gaster question why his family was so chaotic. He himself wasn't chaotic –or he didn't think he was–, and they couldn't have corrupted his babies so soon... Right?

At this rate, he was starting to ask himself if they wouldn't corrupt him too. Knowing those Gods in children bodies, he was almost certain that he wouldn't escape being corrupted by their demonic shenanigans. Oh well, if you can't fight it, join it, as they say.

At least, they shouldn't traumatize him too much... The same thing couldn't be said for his Rat coworker, who they seemed to hate with a burning passion, for some reason.

During their little discussion, Vibrant tried at least three times to paint the house in neon colors. Thankfully, Drako stringed him up before he could use his spray paint –Gaster had no idea where he got it from but he stopped questioning Vibrant; he was even weirder than his other children, somehow– everywhere. The fact that the paint made them think back about Ink –even if the Creator favored paintbrushes instead of sprays unlike Vibrant– helped a lot in convincing Vibrant, who could have easily poofed out of the strings.

Gaster also learned that Vibrant liked to make graffiti, and if the pictures in his phone were anything to go by, he was extremely talented... And had a thing with putting rainbows on a certain 'Red''s house. By the sight of a piano randomly placed in the living room, as if dropped out of nowhere, Gaster could easily guess that this poor Red was the UnderFell counterpart of his first son. Drako's smirk was also a clue. "What did this poor SOUL ever do to you all?"

Vibrant shrugged. "He did nothin' but he keeps sayin' those tots unrad curses, that I need to censor. Dat's a lil punishment for his dirty mouth." Gaster frowned at the mention of Vibrant censoring him. They already evoked the subject, but he couldn't imagine how Vibrant would be able to censor someone. Beside maybe attacking the person with his skateboard and hitting them with it until they pass out –should he feel concerned that this came to his mind directly?–. Drako put a hand to his chin, seeming to think about Gaster's question before shrugging like Vibrant did. "He DiDN'T dO AnYtHIng, I jUst LiKE To FUnK WiTH HiM. AnD HIs ReACTiONs ArE PrIcELeSs, As I AlReaDY ToLD YOu." Gaster's brows shot up at the sound of Drako's answer. Did he just censor himself or was it...?

One look at the disapproving gaze that Vibrant was throwing at Drako was enough to make him understand that this was the parasite's doing. Somehow. He had absolutely no idea how it was even possible to directly modify what someone was saying.

Torment crossed his arms and scoffed. "'He didn't do anything' my nonexistent butt! Booptard destroyed every single one of your ribs more than once when you just wanted his darn chocolate!" Drako smiled nervously, not really seeing the problem with this. It wasn't like Red was the only one attacking him whenever he was caught in an AU after all. "YeS, AnD?"

Vibrant's glasses turned into the word 'BOI!' while the skeleton placed both of his hands in front of him, toward Drako, with a deadpan expression. That was soon imitated by Blade, who said the exact same thing written on his glasses. As they did so, Demise shook his head, being both exasperated and highly concerned because he could feel that Drako truly didn't see anything wrong with someone destroying his ribs to shreds. Torment looked at him with a deadpan expression. Clearly, they already had this discussion in the past. Papyrus and Sans seemed horrified, but not as much as Gaster, whose eyelights disappeared from his eyesockets. "He did WHAT?!"

Drako blinked at Gaster's sudden scream and tilted his head to the side in an innocent –and for once not faked– gesture. "He JuST SlAmMED A mEtAL BaT In My RiBS MuLtIpLE tImES, NoThIng SpECiAL. NoT LiKe It CoUlD HaVe KiLLEd Me. It JuSt HuRt A Bit AnD HanDIcAPeD ME FoR A fEw DaYs, tHe TiME ThAT tHeY HeALeD aNd GrEw BaCK." The youngest skeleton and dragon, as well as their father, only seemed more horrified by this comment, while Torment seemed done. "Do I need to reeducate you to what is normal and what's not? And what is wrong or not? How this specific event was not normal?"

"You got yourself into this alone, suffer." Drako sighed at Psyche's comment. He then cringed at the memory of Torment chaining him up to a sofa –a comfortable one, might I add. It was his only act of mercy on this day– and spending hours trying to make Drako understand how wrong this all was and how much this was not normal. With a written test at the end, which he could barely complete, since his arms were still chained, as Torment knew that the Destroyer wouldn't miss a chance to escape. Honestly, he could have broken the chains easily, but something inside of him didn't want to disappoint his goopy brother more than he already did with his fucked up sense of normalcy. And he didn't have the right to go away until the test was complete and perfectly answered. It was long, boring and frankly useless, as he forgot everything the next day... Or at least he convinced himself that he did, because in truth, he remembered it for easily a few months. And, to top it all, he was way behind Ink's creations. The Multiverse was never as close to collapse than it was this day. It forced Drako to go on a destroying spree –suck it Inky, you're not the only one who can do that, even if Drako only did it because it was necessary– for a week long. He beat every record this week, and it made Ink extremely mad. Or as mad as he could be with his red paint. Truly, Drako didn't even know why the Creator played the hero when he couldn't even care for his creations. Oh well, not his business anyway.

He gulped at the glint in the goopy skeleton's single eyelight, knowing that it wasn't a joke; the threat was real. "ThIS... WiLL NoT Be NeCeSsARy... ThANK YoU?" Demise raised a brow at Drako's noticeable fear of this 'reeducation'. "What did you do to make him so scared?" Torment only smiled 'innocently' –his innocence was faked, unlike Drako's previously– in response, a dangerous glint in his eye while Blade snickered. "Oh, you don't want to know Demise..."

The God of Death in dragon form could only gulp in apprehension, suddenly feeling quite happy that he wasn't part of the family since long enough to suffer from Torment's reeducation, or whatever he could have done for the others.

This scene didn't amuse Gaster in the slightest –alright, maybe a little because he could imagine what type of reeducation Torment was talking about and it was pretty funny– as he stared at Drako, as if his gaze alone would be able to detect every injuries hidden by his clothes –and he knew there were a lot. Just seeing his face hurt his SOUL, as he could only imagine just how much pain Drako suffered through– and heal them definitively. Which, of course, he couldn't do, but it never hurt to hope.

Papyrus and Sans ran in Drako's arms, hugging him as if he was going to dust if they ever let go of him. Which would happen in their mind. They just heard that their big bro had his ribs smashed to shreds! It was horrible! 'Who can be such a meanie to hurt big bro like this?!' They both thought sadely. They were not happy. If they ever met this Red person they would... They would pinch him like the other kids did! And punch him, just like Undyne showed them! Maybe even ask Undyne to throw a desk at them! Yes, this seemed like a good punishment... Oh! And no dessert for a week! The greatest torture in the world, nyeheh!

Drako sighed and bent down to grab his brothers, before getting up once more while holding them to his chest. "HEy, DoN'T wOrRy, BiG BrO'S OkAy, It DOeSN'T hUrT aNyMoRE ThANkS To TwO ReAlLy NiCE DeItIeS." Papyrus looked up to Drako. "Really...? Promise...?" Drako hummed, nodding while cradling the Babybone and the little dragon in his arms. "PrOmIsE." They smiled and hugged Drako. If big bro promised that he was okay, then it was surely the truth. Big bro wouldn't lie to them, after all!

"Say, since Destiny and Karma kinda adopted you, but so did Gaster, how does this family work?" Drako shrugged discreetly. He had forgotten that Psyche had told him that the Deities considered him as their child, for some reason.

Gaster wasn't as easy to calm down, and Torment smirked internally at the amount of negativity the old man was emitting. Not because he liked it –well, yes, he did since he thrived in negativity, but this was only a detail–, but because it proved that he cared for them. Their father didn't like that his son had been hurt at all. The goopy skeleton rarely felt Gaster being so negative. Scratch that, it was the first time that he felt so much hate coming from Gaster. To say he was proud was an understatement.

"Could you describe this Red skeleton? I'll need to have a talk with him if he ever comes into our Multiverse." Drako stared at him with wide eyes, hearing the unhidden threat clear as day. Oh by Toby Fox, Gaster wasn't really envisaging to kill –or at least fight– Red, was he? Because if he was... Nobody from their old Multiverse would be safe, as almost everybody hurt him a way or another. Yes, 'almost', some didn't directly attack him, just called Ink after seeing him in their AU, which was an understandable reaction according to him. That is, if they managed to find their way here, which was highly improbable. Drako doubted that Sci could make a machine to travel to this Multiverse –was he even alive after the party?– if the AUs already started to collapse, and he couldn't imagine them jumping into the Void... Yeah, they were safe, he shouldn't worry about them.

Vibrant tilted his head to the side, frowning slightly but smiling at the same time. "Aww, sorry broski, Red already got wiggity diggity erased by our tots awesome selves. His new version was a big softie that would most likely cry if he ever saw the 'oh so scary Destroyer' than try ta be a tot unrad buddy and smash his ribs. He went from a grumpy cat to a scared kitten, if ya want."

"AnD I DoUbT ThAt ReD OuT Of AlL PeOPlE WOuLd Be ThE oNE tO FiND A WaY To CoME HeRE. He WouLdn'T ThROw HiMsELF iNtO ThE VoId, UNlIKe sOmE DuMBaCk." Drako pointedly looked at his brothers, still not believing that those dumbasses would have jumped just to join him –something he was happy for, don't get him wrong, but there were so many ways things could have gone wrong–. They only smiled in response, making him sigh tiredly. "PlUs, OuTeRtALE MiGhT hAvE ALReADy CoLlApSeD, AnD It'S tHE eASiESt WaY ToWaRD THe VoID. It TaKes a LoT Of MaGiC To DiReCTlY oPeN A POrTaL ToWaRD IT, anD, No OffEnD bUt ReD iSn'T SmaRT eNouGH To MaKe a MaCHIne ToWaRD tHe VoID Or AnOthER MULtIVerSE." Drako wouldn't deny that it hurt his SOUL to think about Outertale collapsing, as it was one of his favorite AUs, and probably the one in which he spent the most time with the gang, just playing around or having picnics. His SOUL stung at all the good memories lost to the Void. But it had to happen, if Ink was too blind to stop overcrowding the Multiverse, it wasn't his problem anymore, it was theirs.

Gaster clicked his tongue, frowning slightly. He wanted to make this poor excuse of a skeleton suffer the same torture he put his baby through –who cared if it was an alternate version of his own son, his baby was way better than him, and he was just a child–, damn it!

But maybe it was for the best in the end, as this Multiverse probably didn't need that much chaos anyway. Seeing Gaster's frown, Drako wasn't sure if he was disappointed or still thought that they could come, so he continued. "AnD It'S DeStIny AnD KaRmA WhO PUT Us HeRE, I doUbT ThAT ThEY WouLd BrINg THeM HeRe, UnlEsS THeY HaVe A chANce TO cHanGE... MaYBE." Torment raised a brow at that excuse. "But Fate could bring them."

"Shht! Don't say their name, you will invoke them, you fool!" Psyche hissed out in Drako's SOUL, making him fight back a laugh. "ThEY aReN'T SuPpOsED To KnOw We'RE hEre, OthERWIse, TheY WouLD HaVE ALrEadY ToOK Us BAcK ThERE." Torment shrugged, muttering a 'Fair enough.' in response while Blade and Demise nodded in agreement with Drako's last statement. Vibrant only frowned at that. It sounded like Drako was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

Gaster sighed. "That's good then, I guess... But how are your ribs...?" Drako rolled his eyes at Gaster's concerned tone and placed his brothers back on the ground, making them whine a bit in sadness. They loved when their older brothers held them! He lifted his shirt with a bored gaze, showing his scarred and crackled ribs that were truly in a bad shape, but at the same time in a better shape than they ever were in eons of existence. "SeE? EvErYtHiNG'S aLrIgHT." He let go of his shirt, not missing how his family grimaced at the sight of his bones, for some reason he couldn't understand. Granted, he wasn't pretty or anything, but he wasn't that disgusting, right?

He felt Psyche slap the back of his skull. "They aren't making those face because you're ugly, you dummy! It's because your ribs are awfully scarred, they are pained for you! And you're not ugly, you self-depreciating potato! You're beautiful and I'll fight anyone saying the opposite!" Somehow, he had the feeling that Psyche really would, now that it has been established that they could pick things up. It surely included weapons or things that would hurt badly if thrown at someone.

Drako hummed in acknowledgment at Psyche's response to his thoughts, even if he wasn't so sure about what they were saying. It was best not to disagree with them as the last time he did, he wanted to disappear from the amount of compliments that they gave him. Who knew there were so many ways to compliment someone? He certainly didn't. But he guessed that it was only fair considering all the ways he knew to insult people –or more likely be insulted by people, as he wasn't really the type to insult, unless the person was Ink. Then there was no holding back–.

"This is not alright Drako!" Drako tilted his head to the side, getting out of his thoughts about all the insults he knew –it would make Fell Monsters proud, he just knew it– and looking at Gaster in confusion. "WhY, Of CouRsE It IS! ThEy WoN'T bE fALlINg OfF At ANy mOmENt!" He said that with a proud smile, pretending not to hear and feel Psyche facepalm and call him a 'Sweet oblivious idiot'. Torment and Blade only groaned at Drako's answer, knowing that it was indeed better than it ever was, but it shouldn't be normal, damn it!

Demise was just horrified by what Ink and those Blind Judges did to him. He couldn't even begin to imagine how much Drako must have unfairly suffered because they were too dumb to think by themselves instead of blindly following Ink. And knowing that his real brother participated in all of this filled his SOUL with a bitter feeling. What a dumbass...

Papyrus and Sans were scared for their big bro, but he promised that he was okay now, and they believed him, so they probably didn't need to worry, right? Yeah, their big brother was alright, he was the strongest after all!

Gaster was getting more and more concerned by his son, and he already was extremely concerned before. In which universe –or more like Multiverse, in their case– was this alright?! "No this isn't-Wait what do you mean by 'falling off'?!" He was going to have a SOUL attack before the end of the day, he could feel it...

Vibrant answered before Drako could say anything that would most likely end Gaster for good. "Back in our unrad Multiverse, he was constantly beat up by pretty much everyone, so it wasn't unusual to see his bones fall off his tot radical glitchy body. 'Course, he could always place 'em back like nothin' happened so he didn't care 'bout it, like, at all. Even if it scared every homies to death." Drako nodded, snickering at the memory of the gang panicking at the sight of one of his fingers falling off while he was knitting. But the first time a rib fell off was the time when they truly panicked. He could still hear they panicked screeching in his mind just by thinking about it. "BuT nOw ThAT DesTiNY aND KaRMA heALeD Me, AnD SiNCE NoBoDY HuRT Me SinCE I cAMe heRE, mY BoNES ArE In A BeTtER SHAPe thAt tHeY EVeR WeRE bEfORe!"

The proud look on Drako's face was heartwarming, but his words were heartbreaking. What an unusual mix. Gaster didn't know he could feel that angry before this discussion. Nor that he could want to kill someone that much. He blames it on his kids. They already started corrupting him without him knowing.

Gaster looked at his other sons; Torment, Blade and Vibrant seemed oddly used and unbothered by all of this –how was it even possible to get used to that?!–, Demise seemed sad but not really surprised and his babies seemed worried for their big brother... Why did they chose to have this conversation in front of them already?

He sighed, knowing that he should just get used to all of that, as it was –disturbingly– normal for his oldest sons, and went to hug them. They happily returned the gesture and soon continued their discussion about Vibrant, as he was supposed to be the principal subject. Gaster had no idea how they managed to drift the conversation to Drako's injuries, but it was probably best not to continue talking about it.

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Just a 'getting to know Vibrant and getting concerned over Drako' filler chapter.

Gaster is surprisingly ready to commit murder. His sons influenced him in a good way. But don't worry, he's still sane. For now.

I hope that you enjoyed this chapter! ^^

Lunar's out!~