(Image comes from Gloomverse. I love CQ as I have stated a couple 100 times-)

Error woke up to find that his haphephobia had suddenly vanished, so the small children in his rib cage no longer bothered him.

"Dammit," he thought, "I just yeeted myself into the End Void, which can kill even people in Creative Mode, and somehow I lived and now I have some children in my rib cage. I thought children belonged in basements..."

He seemed to have forgotten that the feature of Creative Mode players dying in the Void was removed long ago (like I did when writing this chapter, thus having to edit this part in. I was just going off that one experience I had when I was way younger and dug though Bedrock in Creative for fun, fell into the Void, and died. Yup, I was there before things were changed and never tried to fall into the Void again after that).

One woke up, remembering he was in an FGOD fic and thus had to be cute for the audience, and just peeped out of Error's ribcage. He stared at the scars on the hobo's body and just wondered what the heck this man did to get these.

"Welp child," Error said, "if you're gonna be living in my ribs, tell me your names so I know what to tell the lawyers when I sue you for not paying rent."

"Numba One," One said before shifting the waked baby (you had one job, "don't wake the baby," and you failed-), "Numba Two."

"Nuts, they're part of the KND or something," Error thought, though this joke shall never go anywhere ever again because I don't watch Codename Kids Next Door, "you kids need actual names."

"Can have name??"

One was absolutely flabbergastered. One and Two were experiments, designed for the Sixth Grade Science Fair. They didn't get actual names.

"Yeah."

Error breathed in boi.

"Skeletons are usually named after fonts, spices, or random things that make searching for fanfics about them a pain in the neck."

Error was about to just name them Sans and Papyrus because that's what they were, but then One interrupted.

"What's your name?"

Then One suddenly flinched. Error forgot he was still holding that King's Rock.

"My name is Error," Error replied, "and I'm an *sshole. I fall into category three, but apparently my name would be Dirt if I had a spice name."

One saw that it made perfect sense for this glitchy mess with error signs popping up all over him to be called Error. 

One and Two didn't want font or spice names because they were too cool for that. They wanted to be category three names.

"Can have name like that?" One asked.

Error had to stifle a laugh. These kids would likely regret that decision if they ever were to try looking at fanfics of themselves, but screw it.

Error was going to break the balance of names, the most important balance of them all, because he didn't give a crap. So, he just came up with something random.

"Ok kids. Screw it. One, you're now Wallis. Two, you're Harold. I dunno."

He just hoped no one would end up with invisible limbs by the end of this.

And that he'd be able to find a nice basement to leave them in so that he could go hide from Ink or something, and then finally change his game mode to Survival.

He just kept walking with two children hidden in his rib cage. He felt like clothes shopping for some reason, so he decided to go do that.

Then he remembered he had no money and had to steal something instead.

-One Eternity Later-

Between Waterfall and Snowdin, Error had to pull out a glock because the Doggos were in the area. Then he remembered that killing a dog would make him the enemy of the Minecraft community so he just phased into a conveniently-placed hedge Homer Simpson-style.

Once he got to the dump and avoided getting killed by the Mad Dummy (who had not yet become Mad Mew Mew in this universe), he started trash-diving for random items.

He found a fancy purse that was dark enough to hide any blood stains from any murders he'd 100% end up committing. 

He tossed it on top of the children, who were now sitting and waiting for him to get done.

Error was like my mom shopping for clothes.

Error found some baby care stuff. Useful maybe.

He then found... some shoddily-made cosplays of Cake Girl and Blue.

Welp, plot convenience is plot convenience.

So, he threw the dresses to the children.

They were toddlers, but he knew nothing about raising children and was nowhere near qualified to do so, so he just thought they'd find out how to get the things on by themselves.

He kept searching through the pile for stuff, and found all volumes of Mortifer (one of CQ's many creations), a Tootsie Roll Pop, a first aid kit, a child slave, and a box of stale Cap'n Crunch.

Once he got done with that, he turned around to see that the child slave he had found had escaped. Oh well, he didn't care.

Though the terrible twins were making a fuss.

Weird. They had gotten on their clothes somehow, so what reason did they have to cry?

"What do you brats want?" Error asked. "I gave you clothes, I gave you names, I gave you all the Gloomverse jokes you could ask for... what else is there?"

"OwOOOOOOO~," 'Harold' said, just as cursed as always, blissfully unaware of the irony of how he was dressed as Cake Girl and named after Harold considering the events of Gloomverse's story and how those two interact. He flailed his arms around.

Error had no clue what this meant.

"Ugh, now I need something to distract this kid... hmm..."

He reached into his video game inventory and found that he had kept a few of his dolls. He took a random one out and gave it to the kid.

It was Joey from Mortifer.

Wait, but wasn't Joey remade as Parsley from Lucidia?

Oh well, a doll was a doll.

Harold tried to bite it.

Perfect, now he wasn't whining.

'Wallis' had gotten distracted with stabbing a piece of french toast with a bone. Error was already proud of him. He knew this child was destined for great things.

Then, he was about to stab a snow poff. However, Error stopped him.

"DON'T DO THAT YA STABBY BASTARD, THERE MIGHT BE MONEY UNDER HERE."

"...money?"

"*sigh* watch and learn."

Error then showed off  the careful technique you need to get money out of a snow poff.

Just because.

And there was money.

As if he needed any more, considering how he already had a ton from stealing people's wallets and not paying his taxes.

I know I said he had no money earlier but screw it I'm retconning myself mid-story-

He took the money for himself.

Because greed.

Error then used the first aid kit on himself to heal any damage and cover up that Justin Bieber tattoo he got back when Bieber was first breaking onto the scene and hadn't hit puberty yet.

Yes, he was a Belieber. And he was ashamed to admit it.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the AU, a scream could be heard...

"HAND ME ANOTHER BAG O' DEM CHIPS!!... oh yeah and someone get those two escaped child slaves."