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Destiny had no clue what to do with Error or where to have their fanfic lead to. 

Destiny needed to give him a will to live, something which Fate had forgotten to include because they themself also had no will to live. They had seen everything. They had seen a pregnant Vegeta. Nothing mattered anymore except Undertale.

Or something.

Destiny was an extreme simp and cried at Error angst, and was probably going to cry at what Fate had done to this glitchy bastard unless they could write the perfect hurt/comfort fic for him.

However, they needed characters to comfort him.

But who? Should they just make some miscellaneous love interests? He clearly didn't have any already. There had to be at least one ship. That's the law of the fanfiction land.

Then they finally realized they could just make their own AU multiverse for him. So, they did, and something something destiny magic.

Error fell into the snow (totally not actually monster dust). 

Destiny was just hoping that Fate wouldn't find out and challenge them to a Pokemon battle or anything.

-With The Glitchy Bastard-

Error let out a Roblox "oof." He assumed this was how the Void worked and he would be oof-ing for all eternity. After all, he had to be beyond dead at this point, right? Falling into the Void (which was totally not the CORE) made you as dead as any animal or tree near 2b2t's spawn.

However, the sickening C R O N C H he heard below him clued him in that he was not dead somehow despite falling into the Minecraft Void.

He assumed that he had died and been sent to kind of purgatory for his numerous war crimes, tax fraud, and unironically reading posts on r/im14andthisisdeep. Considering how much Reaper hated him from overworking him (and also because Reaper was good pals with the Lucidia reapers so he joined them in f*cking with him), he wasn't surprised. 

He then felt someone booping his cheekbones repeatedly. The hand was as boney as the child slaves' in Ink's basement.

Though why the frick would some whippersnappers be in purgatory with him?

"Nuts, I'm stuck with other people in purgatory. Why can't I ever get what I want? I mean, I act like a spoiled toddler, but-"

He slowly opened his eye sockets to see which generation he was faced with (he was hoping it wasn't Gen Z. He hated their sense of humor)

-Five Minutes Earlier, Not At The Castle-

A smol skeleboi, Project One, had no idea who he was or why he was here, all he knew was that he must protect Project Two, his younger brother who was like a foot taller than him. He had to get away from Him from the Power Puff Girls (the original), that sh*t was creepy. One drank a Potion of Swiftness II to speed up.

He'd run until his legs faded out of existence like that one meme guy, just so that he wouldn't have to get a shot. He was, like, four and had no clue why doctors were needed, so of course he screamed when getting his vaccine shots. So, when Dr. W.D. Him Gaster was getting out his stethoscope to check his nonexistent heartbeat, he grabbed his brother and booked it. 

But Him had connections: the rest of the Power Puff Girls' villains. 

And so they ran, as fast as they could, through the ocean of trees, through the sting of the breeze, for their lives, for a dream, for whatever that means-

So, they ended up at Snowdin, freezing since they didn't bring their Leather Boots and forgot they were in the Caves and Cliffs snapshots so Powdered Snow was a thing.

They could hear the sounds of metal, so they were probably chased by the Royal Guard (which they were somehow scared of despite it mostly consisting of friendly doggos). 

One looked for an empty, probably haunted house to hide in, but ended up tripping over some rando instead.

He stared in shock at the skeleton in the snow. The ketchup packets in his jacket had burst and now the snow was all red and ketchup-ey.

He looked like a hobo (because he was a hobo), and probably belonged in Cyberpunk 2077, Sonic '06, or the first generation Pokemon games, with his self-stitched clothing and glitchy-ness.

He was also clearly a cup o' depresso, as he had some mighty fine red Gucci bracelets.

Somehow this made One think that he was harmless despite how, no matter the state of mental health, anyone can have the potential to be dangerous or cruel, and it's a sad truth that a small few who have mental conditions even use them to excuse bad behavior, so it'd be smartest to be wary regardless.

One kept poking him, as he didn't want to leave someone whom he instantly assumed had been through way worse than him despite knowing nothing about him than him having some wounds he could've easily gotten for a justified reason for all he knew.

Then the skeleton opened his weird eyes and stared him in the face. One wanted to take his eyes because they looked neat.

"What the frick even is this dude?" he wondered.

Error instantly got the urge to cuss up a storm when he saw the presence of non-basement children. Insert AU lore here. 

Error killed newer AUs because by some logic it meant that he'd kill less children I guess. 

Though he had to kill children regardless as pretty much all AUs had children in them and the destruction of the whole AUs would mean the children would die along with everyone else so how could he bring himself to do anything then?-

Seeing the kids in rags, he instantly knew it was one of those AUs where Snas and Paprika are le big sad.

And he'd blame Ink for all of them when it's really just the fault of us edgy children for making suffering.

"Hello small children," he said, "what the hell are you two doing here in your own home AU which I am the trespasser in?"

One somehow didn't expect that this dude would be able to speak. Probably because he looked like Windows 98.

"I... I saw you... Doggo Squad..." One said before shivering, as he was starting to take freeze damage but had Fandom Snas number of hearts and thus would not be allowed to die.

"UwUUUUUU~" the smol one cried out, taking starvation damage because he had been sprinting without eating to refill his hunger bar.

Error was just disturbed by the UwU.

"Sh*t," Error thought, "the Doggo Squad is a subdivision of the Horny Police. I'm gonna be thrown in Horny Jail for the many sins Proferror has framed me for if they know I'm here. What's worse, I'm gonna get exposed on Drama Alert. Wish I could just be my canonical *sshole self and not give a frick about my reputation..."

Error decided to wrap the children in his hobo scarf since he had no Leather.

It smelled like Mountain Dew.

"There. Now, scram ya stupid children. Be safe or whatever, I need to pretend to be deep for the 14 year-old white girls reading this."

Safe? One didn't know what that word meant because he was a toddler and ate a Silica Gel packet. He looked up into the eyes of Error, eyes which were surrounded by cracks and ships, and somehow One knew that this meant he was safe because plot and Mary Sue logic.

He and Two somehow instantly knew Error had suffered worse than they did or something when they had no way of knowing and it's really just subjective considering how they're literal children and being tortured in a lab.

The two kids crawled into Error's ribcage somehow (they had to shrink a bit using the power of plot to be able to), causing Error to crash because he has haphephobia.

Despite what some fanfics want you to believe, you can't just turn phobias on and off like a light switch.

Destiny had to crawl in and actually be useful for once by dragging Error and the sleeping children into a shed.

Insert an actually good ending for this chapter here-