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Cross x Error

Error's void of white was abruptly cut with a black portal. Error stilled, eyes zeroing in on the hazy oval. His eyes wandered it, making notice of the hazy skeletons coming out from it.

There voices seem to screech into the silence, so much that Error had to recoil as one spoke.

"You okay Cross?"

"Yes Boss."

"What even is this place?"

Error narrowed his sockets on the five, they didn't seem dangerous.

But the volume of their voices seemed excessive, why were they so loud?

" Is that a sans? "

Error flinched back as one caught sight of him, they raised a knife pointing it a him, and the others followed his gaze.

A white skeleton with traces of black, which was way better on his eyes. Why were the other ones so colorful? seemed to let out a gasp, heading to him in a slight run.

Error let out a glitched warble, that sounded more like a hiss, as the other got close. Their voice was a tad quieter then the others.

" Oh my X- h-how long have you been here?! "

The skeleton's eyes were filled with worry.

Error scrunched his face up, that's what they wanted to ask?

Instead of answering his eyes wandered the skeleton, now that they were closer he could see better details.

Details such as the red scar on there cheek and the fluff on the monsters coat that he suddenly reached for.

He gripped the coat in awe, pulling the taller skeleton down with it. They gave a yelp falling to his lap as he inspected the odd but comfortable texture.

Error really didn't care about this skeleton touching him, he decided he could hold off his glitching into after he examined the coat.

The coat was more important.

They can get a free pass for providing this fluffy clothing.

" oh shi- Cross? "

" Was that a attack?... "

" A attempt maybe... "

Error narrowed his sockets, stuffing his face in the fluff with a low purr.

The skeleton under him shuffled, wiggling out of the coat and by proxy his grip.

He felt them poke his skull, but he could honestly care less, he was holding what felt like what he imagined a cloud would feel like.

His sockets snapped up as the coat was tugged, his eyelights met white and he cautiously tugged the coat back.

He let out a small glitched whine, and the skeleton released there hold of the clothing, skull turning a light plum color.

He heard a snicker to his side, and he shyly gazed at the other skeletons that supposedly came to investigate.

" Have you made a friend Cross? "

" They uh- stole my coat.. "

" Are you blushing? "

" whaaat... nooo... "

Error huffed as they chatted before him, he understood them... mostly.

One of them, the leader they assumed because of how the others eyes kept flickering to them, walked closer. They seemed to be covered in a black tar, with tendrils escaping from their back.

Is this what pollution is?

There single cyan eyelight seemed to gleam, and the creature let out a low hum.

" They have massive amounts of negativity, a unique... raw kind aswell. "

Error scooted closer to the fluffy one, perhaps they would save him from this creature?

The fluffy one glanced over at him, and Error gave his best "save me from that demon I'm just a helpless little guy" gaze.

It seemed to work, as the fluffy one wrapped a arm around him. He couldn't really be bothered with so much fabric separating the touch.

" Boss- your scaring him... "

" And? "

" Oh no- "

" Cross's good guy instincts are kicking in... "

" The skeleton is cute- "

" Cross... "

" But Boss- h-hes all alone in a void- of white! oh asgore it's so white- he needs help! We can't just leave him! "

Error kept looking back from fluffy to the creature, where they pleading? Did the creature want to kill him? He doubted they could if Ink couldn't.

The creature gave a amused huff, smirking.

" Don't fear Cross, we will not leave them here, I understand you feel the need to save another in a similar situation. There a... extremely good source of negativity. We will keep them. "

The creatures eyelight narrowed a bit, glancing over at his clothing and the small strings scattered around that had been swept and cleaned carefully.

" Besides, we need a maid anyway. "

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They kidnapped him, why they kidnapped him? He did not know- but they kidnapped him.

Did they not realize he already had a home? They were just in it!

Atleast this place is good on his eyes, he would be miserable if it was as colorful as other AUs.

He hummed seated on what these skeletons called a couch. He had gotten to keep the fluffy coat, much to his delight, but the more he inspected it the more he realized how badly damaged it was.

These skeletons must fight then, these tears are one's caused by attacks, he can tell, he's had his fair share of them.

As soon as they stopped staring at him, atleast most of them- the fluffy one was by his side watching him with interest. He placed his fingers on the lower portion of his sockets, and tugged the strings out.

He did the stitchs on the inside, careful to not let the bright blue show from underneath.

The fluffy one watched with interest and awe, leaning over to gaze comfortably.

The fluffy one was very close, but given the creature's appearance, he assumed the fluffy one was just guarding him from the threat.

Not that the creature was a threat to him, he was the destroyer of AUs after all, perhaps he would save the fluffy one if they got injured from the creature though.

He grinned, finishing with the small stitches, they weren't that bad honestly. The fluffy one must be good at fighting.

He glanced over at the other skeletons, all huddled up talking privately, perhaps they were debating his usefulness?

Considering they were wearing what Error assumed were rags, he thought he will be very useful.

His mind idly buzzed at him, demanding he clean the area, he despised how messy it was.

Perhaps he would be able to clean too? That was useful.

One emerged from the huddle, a crack in his skull, he glanced at Error before shuffling into the other room. The others emerged from the huddle and headed to him, a white board and strange smelling pen in hand.

The dropped the board in his lap, placing the writing device in his hand.

He looked up with confusion.

The creature stood to the side, watching with interest. The other two, one with black tears similar to his own, and one wearing a hood that shaded his skull, both stood infront of each other, daring the other to start.

The hooded one sighed, turning to look at him.

" Uh....- Speak! "

Error scrunched up his face, speak?

" OkAy?.. "

Errors glitched vocal tone rung out, and the two infront of him let out screechs, even the creature and the fluffy one looked at him in alarm. He vaguely saw the one with the cracked skull peek out in surprise.

Wait- did they think he couldn't talk?

" What in the- "

" YOU CAN TALK?! "

Error looked from person to person, did they really all assume he couldn't talk?

" YeS- I knOw hOw tO tAlK. "

They all stared at him.

The hooded one narrowed his eyes.

" Can you understand us? "

" MoStLy yEs. "

" Mostly? "

" I aM.. uNfAmiLlaR- wiTh SoMe oF tHe vOcAbuLaRy? "

" For someone so unfamiliar you sure use big words. "

Error tilted his head, glancing at the fluffy one as they started speaking. The small action got a coo out of some of the skeletons- perhaps because he was so small? And obviously adorable but-

" What words do you not understand? "

Error hummed thinking back before listing them.

" CrOsS, BlUsh, bOsS, fRiEnd- "

That word caused the fluffy one to go purple again, the black teary eyed one snickering.

" NeGatIviTy, VoiD, wHiTE, cOuCh- "

" Well a couch is what your sitting on. "

The hooded one pointed to what he was currently resting on. He swung his feet back and forth.

" InTeResTiNg... "

The creature moved forward once again, sliding past the hooded one and the oily one.

" What is your name? "

" ErRoR.. "

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Error wasn't allowed to go with the others when they went out to fight, no matter how much he whined.

Even his favorite, the newly called Cross wouldn't budge, claiming he didn't want Error to get hurt.

Now Error was fine with not fighting, he just wanted to make sure his new teammates? didn't get injured.

They were all very fragile, and always came home adoring wounds.

The majority of these wounds came from those they called the "star sans".

Error decided he didn't like the "star sans". He might even hate them more than Ink.

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" Your magic increased... in a.. abnormal way. "

The leader, Nightmare, Surveyed Cross. They had just returned from a battle and more than ever it was clear something has been happening to his gang member.

Cross himself looked a tad worried, but In honesty he just didn't want the new power influx to cause him pain or go away.

Nightmare scowled, trying to pinpoint the aura of whatever was going on.

The rest of the gang was situated in the dining room, watching with interest.

" Give me a rundown of your day so far Cross... "

Cross hummed, thinking.

" I woke up early... went to find my coat... spent time with Error- "

Killer ooed from behind him

" Where was your coat? It was missing correct? "

Cross gave a sheepish smile, blush dusting his face.

" Error took it again, I found him in the living room adding more of his strings to it.. "

Nightmares eye narrowed and he grabbed the coat from Cross. He ran his fingers across the fabric, finding the points where it had been masterfully sewn.

He clicked his tongue, a realization occurring.

" It's raw magic. "

Four pairs of sockets stared at him.

" All magic is.. converted in a sense to create attacks... or atleast I thought it was all magic... Error seems to have found a way, purposefully or not, to release pure magic in a solid form. "

Nightmare pulled the sewn part into a better angle, and you could vaguely see the glow of blue strings.

" You were feeding off it, or taking it, and converting it into your own magic attacks... it would explain your rise in capacity... I do believe it's stationary.. however.. Error must be refilling it every time he steals your coat.. if he realizes this I don't know.. "

Cross gasped, feeling the string behind the fabric in awe.

Dust walked closer, eyeing the garment.

" Is there a limit to how much Error has?.. it's raw right? You can just remake that magic. "

Nightmare nodded turning to Dust

" Yes, and Error already has a extremely high magic storage.. I didn't find it relevant before.. but Error is essentially a ever running magic generator... "

A grin found itself on Nightmare's face and he glanced at his subordinates.

" The three of you are letting Error fix your clothing, I know you have been denying him the opportunity so far. Suck it up, and get a makeover. "

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Error slumped against Cross, situated in the skeletons lap. His breathing was even, and he had curled his body against the taller's ribcage. His phalanges grasped Cross's coat, in a small, absent minded attempt to keep him close.

" He seems pretty comfy~ "

Cross shyly wrapped his arms around Error, his blush worsening at Killer's words.

" ...He's not that cuddly with us... "

" Your so gay Cross... "

Cross rolled his eyes at Dust's comment before bringing his skull down to nuzzle against the side of Errors. He sighed in content, enjoying the moment of comfort.

" Just kiss already. "

Cross whipped his head around, a flustered glare being sent.

" Shut. Up! "

" Is Crossy embarrassed?~ "

" Don't call me that! "

" Okay but Error can? "

" That's different! "

" uh huh... "

" he's such a simp... "

" I am not- "

Error stirred, letting out a small "mrrp" as he tilted his face closer to Cross's chest.

Cross lowered his head once again, resting his forehead on Errors. Placing a shy kiss on the skeleton's forehead.

" oooo~ "

" What are you idiots doing? "

" Oh- hey boss. "

" We're making fun of Cross. "

Cross momentarily stilled as a low rumble came from the smaller's throat. In a assumed response to the affectionate action.

He glanced over, seeing that his comrades had not noticed the sound.

He looked back, placing another kiss on the skeletons forehead, a smile adorning his face.

The rumble started once again. Accompanied by multicolored eyelights glancing up at him.

He felt his soul sink.

Error tilted his face up, and stared at Cross.

" ...whY dID yoU sToP?... "

The sound sent butterflies into Cross's stomach, he attempted to speak, only for nothing to come out.

Error tugged at his coat.

" ...kISs?... "

Cross slowly lowered his head giving the black boned skeleton a small kiss on his 'lips'. One in which Error reciprocated clinking there teeth together. Error let out a pleased rumble, turning to rest his skull on Cross's chest.

Cross curled his arms around Errors frame, blushing a bright violet once again.

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" Why does Error have a box? "

Killer peeked his head out of the doorway, addressing the inhabitants of the living room.

Nightmare flipped a page in his book.

" He felt uncomfortable, so I gave him a box. "

" Why a box?... "

" It worked didn't it? "

Cross tilted his head a bit, tuning into the conversation.

" He bit me when I came close. "

" Well it's his box. "

" Can I have a box? "

" No. "

Killer gave an offended huff, glaring at the snickering of Dust.

" Why did you even go near him? "

" I wanted to see why he was in a box! "

" Did you get an answer? "

" No! "

Cross paused his game, turning it off and placing down the controller before heading towards the hallway. He was met with the sight of Error curled up in a cardboard box.

He slowly moved forward, and Error looked up to meet his gaze.

" Whatcha doing?... "

Error just stared at him.

" Are you going to bite me?... "

Error huffed, and scooted himself over to the side of the box. He tapped the available space with his hand.

Cross took the hint and joined him in the box, confused on why he was doing this in the first place.

" Now what?... "

Error maneuvered himself into a more comfortable position, leaning across Cross's side.

" So Cross is the exception to everything huh? "

Killer stood in the doorway, accompanied by Dust. He held an over dramatic look of betrayal.

" Shut up Dust... "

" Dont tell me to shut up. "

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" Error move. "

" I wAnT tO cOmE wItH! "

Error whined stomping him foot, he had his arms out, infront of the front door in an attempt to keep the gang from leaving.

Nightmare sighed tilting his head back in thought.

" No. "

A tendril snuck behind the glitchy skeleton, pulling them up and placing them away from the door.

Error let out a whine as he was placed down.

Nightmare opened the door, heading to the portal he had summoned, the four behind him followed closely.

Error pouted, scowling at the floor.

He looked back up at the sound of the door being swung open. He beamed as Cross trotted up to him, purple dusting his face.

He pulled Error close, clinking there teeth together quickly before scampering off back to Nightmare, his face stained with purple.

Error held a silly smile as he left, tracing his phalanges against his face.

Error turned, humming and began his routine cleaning of the house.

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Error had just about finish washing the dishes when he heard the front door open.

In the back of his mind he noted that the gang usually came back around the time he finished putting away their laundry, and he was only on the dishes.

Even so, he placed the dish down and turned off the water, hurrying to see his teammates.

He had reached the doorway into the living room when he paused, eyes meeting two red skeletons.

His hands twitched in instinct, wanting his familiar strings back in his palm. He reminded himself that this was Boss's house. He wouldn't let anyone in without his permission right?

He could hear the familiar sound of static come from the shorter skeleton dressed in red. A communication device most likely.

He tilted his head as whatever static noise they had fluctuated, giving the skeletons a command, or atleast he guessed it was one.

" Uh.. hey. What's your name pal? "

Error narrowed his eyes and nodded to himself.

" ErRoR... WhO aRe yOu! "

They seemed to flinch back and the taller gave an uneasy smile.

" I am the terrible raspberry!~ and this fellow is fell. "

He motioned to the shorter.

Error glanced at the two, he heard static from the shorter once again.

" We uh.. work for Nightmare. "

Error let his posture relax.

" IdioTs! WhY diDnT yOu saY so! Is CroSs oKaY? "

He huffed, stepping forward abit. His eye twitched and he instinctively went to clean up the wrappers on the sofa.

" Uh yeah.. he's uh good. "

He could feel the stares of both of them on him, but he could really care less. He needed to clean after all, that was more important.

He heard the static fluctuate once again.

" Ah yes! Nightmare requested we retrieve you Error! You must come with us! "

Error turned, tilting his skull.

" I shOulD fiX yoUr cloThInG oN tHe waY. "

They both seemed confused by the comment.

He furrowed his face.

" BosS sAyS I cAn fIx anY tOrN cloTHiNg wHeN it coMeS tO moNstErs iN tHe gAng eVeryOne hAd iT. "

When they didn't answer he curled upon himself.

" YoU aRe ApaRt oF thE gAng rIghT? BoSs mUst hAve toLd yOu... "

With that they sprung into action, giving him reassured words as they tossed over their scarf and jacket.

The motioned him out the door.

He trotted after the two with a grin.

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" So uh, yah asked about Cross correct? "

Error hummed in approval, eyes not leaving his hands as he replaced the torn parts of the scarf with new material, stitching it together with grace.

" What's your uh... relationship with him? "

Error raised his skull giving a look of confusion as they walked.

" ReLAtiOnsHip? "

The shorter skeleton huffed to himself.

" Yah, you like related? datin? mates?- "

Error perked up at the last term, it was one he actually knew.

" MaTEs. "

He spoke it confidently, a fond grin placed on his skull.

The two seemed surprised by the declaration, but both hid it fairly quickly.

" Ah okay- he uh, treat you well? "

A staticed purr came from Errors throat, and his smile softened.

" He's tHe sWeEteSt, he aLwAys brIngS mE bAcK sWeeTs fRom hIs mIssIons! "

The two didn't respond so Error glanced up, eyeing what was infront of him. What stood was a yellow portal, unfamiliar to himself.

The taller of the two motioned him in with his hand, and Error idly passed them the finished Scarf.

" This is it! "

He watched as the shorter passed through with ease, and his eyes brighten.

He looked around warily, making sure there wasn't some after effect before bolting in. His grin grew sharp as his vision tinted yellow before fading back out and revealing the new area he had been transported to.

He was transported to an off-white room with various plans sketched out on a wall of the room. In the middle layed a white table surrounded by chairs. On the far wall was a giant television, and small electronics were scattered across the room. Of course there was also the various new skeletons that had turned to stare at him.

He gazed at everything with wary excitement.

" This is him..? "

A sans hovered over a computer spoke up, they wore a long white coat and harbored the same static the shorter red one held.

" Mhm, his name is Error. "

He scratched his skull as the shorter one responded, the static they held was overlapping in an odd way, like a video being played twice.

It not being his own annoyed him.

He didn't like the other static.

He started to tune out the other skeletons chatter, focusing on the staticed noise.

That was until a taller orange non-sans skeleton grabbed his attention as they swiped at his hand. He was able to dodge in time and gave a glitched hiss at the attempt.

" nO toUCh. "

The skeleton stepped back and nodded briskly.

" got it bud, no touch. but stop scratching yourself. "

The non-sans skeleton pulled a stick out of his mouth and exhaled. Error scrunched his face up at the sight and snatched it out of his grip.

They both stared at eachother for a moment before Error scampered off to the edge of the room near the long coated sans.

Error glanced at the thing he was holding and yelped as he realized it was burning him. In response he threw it at the wall, hissing once again.

He glanced back up to see the non-sans a few feet away, watching him lazily.

The non-sans stared at him as they pulled out another stick and lit the thing on fire.

Error could only watch, idly thinking that this skeleton was way more messed up than his teammates. What skeleton eats something that burns?

" I didn't know Cross had a mate... "

" I don't think any of us did. "

Error turned tuning in at the mention of his favorite teammate.

" I mean, he said the guy treats em well, brings him sweets and stuff. "

" How cute~ "

" so are we keeping em? "

The non-sans skeleton walked over, joining the conversation.

A purple sans looked up.

" Darling out of all of us I thought you would be the last to suggest that~ "

The skeleton shrugged.

" they remind me of my bro. "

The long coated one sighed, and now that Error looked closer, they seemed younger than everyone else.

" Even if Cross treats them well, they're most likely kidnapped, you said you found them cleaning? "

" Yes! "

" Do you know why?- "

Error cut them off with a glitched hiss.

" It WaS diRtY yOu iDiOt! ThAts wHy yOu cLeAn iN tHe fIrst PLaCe. "

Sockets turned to stare at him, and he let out a huff.

" StUpId... "

The younger skeleton gave a weak glare before speaking again.

" Right... your name is Error correct? "

Error nodded, rocking on his heels. His hands twitched, having already returned the new gang members manufactured clothing, his hands ached for something to do.

" What is your role in the gang? "

" MaID aNd TaiLoR! I fiX eveRyThINg, speAkIng oF tHe gAnG weRe aRe thEy? THeY saID tHeY wOulD bE hErE. "

The skeletons all momentarily glanced at eachother before the purple one spoke up.

" Their mission is just running alittle longer then they thought darling~ don't worry. "

Error frowned fidgeting with his phalanges.

The orange non-sans frowned aswell, turning to him.

" don't worry pal, there be okay. "

Error let out a sigh, scrunching his face up.

" TheY gEt sO huRt wHeN tHey gO oUt... "

Words of reassurance passed through the group, only cut off by the yellow portal he arrived from closing abruptly and reopening at a different location.

He stepped back as the chatter silenced and three wounded skeletons emerged from the portal, it quickly closing after they arrived.

A skeleton cloaked in purple emerged and started healing their wounds.

The yellow wounded skeleton gave a weak grin, being the least hurt he walked over to the table addressing the room.

Errors eyes fixated on the first wounded skeleton to arrive, familiar ink black wounds and a giant brush adorning them.

" How did it go?... Well I hope? "

The younger skeleton with the long coat nodded, motioning their hand to Error.

" We found there... tailor. "

The yellow one locked eyes with him as he turned his skull. They let out a gasp and approached him carefully.

" You poor thing- you have so many scars- and you're so negative... "

Error tilted his head, stepping back as they got too close.

" nO ToUch "

The yellow one nodded, and a blue skeleton came up from behind him giving a worried glance.

The orange non-sans seemed to brighten at the sight of the blue one, even if it was just abit.

" hey bro. "

" Hello! Is this the skeleton they found? "

" mhm. "

The yellow one glanced back at the skeletons that brought him here.

" Where did you find him? Were there any signs he was being treated unwell? "

The two of them winced, glancing at Errors growing glare.

" He can talk ya know- "

" WhAt iS tHaT sUpPoseD tO mEaN yOu hIghlIgHteR. BoSs wOulD neVer lEt aNythIng huRt mE! "

Many gaped, glancing back and forth from the two.

The silence stood before Error lunged forward, skidding across the table infront of him.

The action was made clear when ink slammed his paintbrush down where Error had just been standing.

Error could hear the familiar ping of magic lighting in alarm.

" INK-! "

" WHY? "

" THE FLOOR- "

Inks skull turned abruptly, and Error teleported away before the creator could see him.

" Where did he go?! "

The yellow skeleton moved forward.

" Ink what's going on? "

" you can't just attack innocent monsters pal. "

Ink let out a baffled laugh gazing at the orange non-sans that had spoken.

" Innocent?! He destroys universes! "

The short skeleton glanced around wildly.

His sockets zeroed in on Error, who had teleported behind the purple skeleton that had reassured him earlier.

" You! "

Error tilted his head, reviewing his options, before ultimately curling on himself and letting out a fearful squeak.

" Darling don't scare him! "

" Ink you're acting crazy! "

Ink sputtered in disbelief.

" Your all crazy he kills mo- "

The yellow skeleton doubled over, letting out a gasp and causing Ink to pause.

" Dream?... "

The yellow one shakily rose to their feet, fear filling their tone.

" My brother- Nightmare- He's here! "

Cries of alarm came from the skeletons around him, and Error could only beam, teleporting away with ease.

Ink watched him go and scowled, teleporting after Error.

Swap came to Dreams side, helping him steady himself.

" How? "

Dream sighed, grasping his head.

" Too much negativity... "

" What do we do?! "

" We fight! "

" They can't take all of us can they? "

Sci called the attention of the group. Urgent fear filling his tone.

" There heading here fast- "

Cries of shock filled the room as the door to it bust open, revealing an enraged gang of skeletons.

Nightmare's eyelight narrowed as he moved forward, skeletons would jolt back, readying their magic if necessity.

" Where is he. "

Cross ran forward aswell, slamming his hands onto the table.

" GIVE HIM BACK NOW- "

Nightmare glanced around the room with a glare, not bothering with Cross's outburst.

Multiple skeletons that sat across from the table backed up.

" Yeah- yeah you can have your mate back pal... "

Fell was sweating, he's was not ready to deal with an angry mate- no thank you.

" We didn't hurt your mate darling don't worry! "

Lust backed him up, raising his hands in a universal sign of surrender.

Cross seemed to short circuit, his skull turning a bright violet.

" M-my what? "

" Cross stop having a gay meltdown and get yourself together. "

" They just said- "

" I know what they said Cross- and there not wrong so stop stal- "

Nightmare was cut off as a skeleton slammed onto the table infront of them, glancing up you could see a hole in the celling, running many stories up.

Silence swept through the room, and fear took sound's place as they all took time to recognize the skeleton infront of them all.

Ink.

A maniacal laugh sounded from the hole above, and those in the gang stilled at the somewhat familiar sound.

Ink grunted and slid off the table with urgency just as Error dropped down from above. The creator slide into a battle pose as Error faltered at the sight of his teammates.

Cross gazed up with slight fear.

" Error? "

Error beamed, blood dripping off him from newly made wounds.

" CrOsSy! YoU gUys aRe- "

He was cut off with a yelp as Ink slammed his brush into the glitches side. Sending him at the wall as it broke from the impact, flinging Error farther.

Cross let out a yell

" ERROR! "

" INK?! "

" INKBLOT! "

Ink huffed, watching the opening warily, only turning his skull when Cross lunged at him. He dodged swiftly.

" Heh... sorry about your friend?... "

Lust spoke up from the table, still holding his hands up in a sign of defeat.

" Darling that was his mate! "

Ink laughed.

" Funny! No one could love Error! "

Cross grit his teeth, going to lunge again only to be pulled back by Dust.

" What is that supposed to mean?! "

Ink just grinned.

" Who would love someone like him? He's the destroyer for void's sake! "

Nightmare narrowed his socket, and a wave of unease filled him.

" What do you mean destroyer?... "

Ink looked at him blankly before splitting into a full face smile.

" So that's what he was doing! He was tricking you all! "

Ink hummed, sockets narrowing.

" I should have expected this, he is evil... but to trick my allies and enemies against me? or I guess... more against me? Or perhaps he was just bored and looking for toys... "

" Toys!?.... "

Nightmare twitched, growling.

" There's no way that imbecile could orchestrate that, the skeleton didn't even know what a couch was! "

Killer tilted his head, speaking up from behind his employer.

" Yeah, him and Cross were definitely in love. "

Murmurs of agreement came from his other two colleagues.

Inks gaze turned to Cross, eyelights blank. He raised his brush.

" He cares for you?... perhaps I can finally hurt him more with you... "

Cross stared at him with disbelief, and before the brush could be swung down, a beam of light came from the hole in the wall, recognizable as a Gaster-Blaster beam.

A glitched hiss followed it, and Error appeared, glitches breaking apart his appearance to the point where you could barely tell when he was moving.

" YoU bAsTaRd! DoNt yOu dAre tHinK aBouT hUrTinG hIm! "

His voiced was distorted but understandable, and it rang loud over the crowd.

" I'lL kIlL yOu! I'lL riP yOUr skUlL aPArt! DOnT yOu daRe evEn thInK aboUt toUcHinG mY maTe! "

Nightmare acted fast, confusion laced his mind but he was aware enough to know that it was safer if they left.

He opened a portal, rushing his subordinates into it. He ran through after three of them entered, looking back enough to see Cross grab onto Error and pull him through.

As soon as the two fell out, he closed the portal and backed away, wary of the glitching skeleton he thought he knew.

Cross groaned, and cautiously edged away from Error as they both sit in the snow.

Error hissed, raising his skull from the cold covering of the ground.

His eyelights turned to Cross and he immediately turned, grasping him.

Cross gasped in response to the sudden grab.

Error glanced over him, seemingly checking the skeleton over before allowing himself to relax, he rested his skull against Cross's chest.

Cross wrapped his arms around him hesitantly, worry now filling his face.

" Error?... "

Error sunk further into Cross's chest.

" He CoUld oF hUrT yOu... "

Nightmare let a hiss leave him, tendrils lashing in worry.

" What was that! "

The five all turned to their leader out of instinct, straightening their posture.

Dust was the first to connect the silent question, turning to Error.

" Since.. Since when do you know how to fight!? "

Error glanced at him blankly, almost confused.

" sInCeEeeE.. foReVeR? "

Dust let out a string of curses, and both Horror and Killer backed up from the glitching skeleton.

" and you never cared to tell us?... "

Error huffed, crossing his arms, his demeanor compared to the one they had just seen gave Nightmare whiplash.

" WelL yOU dIdNt aSk! "

" DIDNT ASK?- Error! "

Cross cut his boss off, lightly patting Errors head.

" Thanks for uh... protecting me... you are not hurt right?... "

Error turned to face him, growing limp in Cross's arms.

" NotHiNg thAt I'm nOT usEd tO cRosSy. "

Nightmare stared at the two, and a familiar feeling of worry set in him.

" He has two broken ribs Cross. "

" WHAT- "

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Error huffed as the gang fussed over him, they had returned back to base, but there was still a tension in the air Error didn't understand.

" How is he even alive? "

" I've stopped questioning it. "

" I've stopped questioning Error in general. "

Nightmare watch his subordinates care for the glitching one, Cross was plastered against Errors side in an attempt at comfort.

Error caught his gaze.

He sighed and addressed the situation.

" Who- no- What are you Error? "

Error tilted his head abit, confused by the question.

" I aM eRrOr? "

Nightmare narrowed his eyelight, letting his aura thicken as those around him silenced themselves and there movements, the only exception being Error himself.

" Ink called you the 'destroyer'. "

Nightmare felt Errors mood worsen at the Creators name.

" ThaT iS mY rOlE, mY joB. "

Error seemed unphased by the questions, gazing at Nightmare with a blank, innocent looking stare.

" Explain... "

Error scrunched his face on thought.

" I aM hIs... opPosIte... likE yOU aNd 'yeLloW niGhTmAre'. He crEaTes aNd I.. cleAn, I cleAn. "

Nightmare pushed aside the fact that Error just referred to his twin as 'yellow nightmare' and honed in on the cleaning part.

" You do have an obsession with cleaning- how do you clean? "

Error grinned, proud, and gazed back at Nightmare.

" I gEt rId oF tHe tRash! ThE mEss! I gEt rId oF tHe mEssY AUs aNd kEep tHe cLean oNEs! "

His smile seemed to turn almost manic.

" uNclEan- UnclEAn- I haVe tO gEt rId of iT! I kEep tHe mUltIveRse ClEan! "

Error shook his head, clearing the insane look he had gained.

" No OnE wAnTs a mEsSy mUlTivErse! "

Nightmare sucked in a breath, tilting his skull back as he processed the information.

" And you kill, you destroy entire AUs to make the multiverse clean? "

" MhM! ThE meSsY aBouNatIonS dOnT deSerVe tO liVe! "

To be fair... The glitch wasn't to far off from the mindset Dust had.

" Okay... okay. That makes sense, yes. That's why you insist on cleaning? "

The destroyer seem to fill with an unknown emotion.

" I.. I doNt tO gEt rId oF yOu aLl... sO I keEp tHe pLaCe cLeAn! ClEaN iS gOoD! "

Cross cooed and other words of appreciation came from his subordinates.

Nightmare sighed once again, returning his skull to its natural resting place.

" Very well, I suppose you... clean ..when we are gone? "

Error nodded.

" Then next time we go on a mission you may join, you can.. clean ..the AU after we finish with it. You have proven you can defend yourself pretty well already... "

Error beamed, fidgeting in excitement, the others let out sounds of delight aswell.

" You must train aswell too, I would like to see how those strings of yours are used in combat-... when things are less chaotic. "

" GoT iT bOsS! "

Error grinned, a genuine one, sure these mortals knew nothing of him or his power, how he could kill them all with just one fatal swipe, but he can play along, he had been doing it since day one after all.

They were his toys- his favorites, and he would destroy anything that tried to take them, Ink included.

" Oh uh Error why were they calling us Mates?... "

Error turned, staring at Cross with confusion.

" wHaT dO yOu mEaN? We aRe maTes rIght? "

Cross gaped, his skull exploded in color as those around them snickered.

" R-right.. right.. we're mates.. thanks for reminding me honey... "

Error smiled snuggling up to Cross's side.

Nightmare hissed as Cross exploded with positivity.