Fatals 'people' skills aren't the best. It's a good thing Karma is here to calm things down

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Fatal_Erro̸̠̔̑r̴͚̟̈́̋ Multiverse

Fatal was hunting for winged beings, as it had been a while since he had groomed one himself. He refused to do it on Goth, until he had tried it on others first. That is why Birdtale was his first venture.

It was annoying how the inhabitants screamed at his presence but they soon quieted down when he strung them all up.

He had to be careful with his strings, as he didn't want to destroy them just yet, not until he got what he wanted. He tugged a random monster in front of him, demanding they teach him all they knew. They seemed eager to agree, until he mentioned he would only do it on a living creature.

" WhAt "

"I-I r-refuse! Y-You are a-a s-stranger. I-It's w-wrong"

Fatal could feel his rage building and his grin widening, at the violence wanting to be unleashed. They dared deny him? Well he would just have to show them why that was a terrible idea.

He soon left that AU, sadly without destroying it but that was only thanks to his cute little Goth. He would make sure to visit this place again, when he had found somewhere safe to keep his chick, while he was away.

He convinced himself the residents would have been useless anyway, as they were far too delicate physically. He needed someone who wouldn't easily dust if he made a mistake and he knew just who to go to.

Opening a portal to where the Code lead him too he glanced around before putting Goth down, crouching to their level so they knew he was serious.

" Now chick. I nEed you to stay right here until I cAll. OK? "

"Ok.. will you be long?"

" Hopefully nOt but I promIse to cOme BaCk to You "

He gently held their face in his hands, so happy he had found them again. Some of his memories might be fragmented but he could never forget his chick. He reluctantly stood up, reminding himself that they had his magic on them, so they would be fine.

He portaled to where he knew the Creator was, laughing at the panic on their skull

" Did You MiSs me, InKy? "

He ignored the other monsters around and kicked Ink, grinning at the sound of bones breaking. He was going to enjoy this.

" WoN't YoU PlAy WiTh me? I KnOw you Love DoiNg it UsuaLly "

He dodged a sharp ink bone and summoned his Gaster Blasters, not wanting to drag this out. He might hate what he was turned into but the power was very useful. He grunted at being hit with the others stupid brush and snapped it in half, in annoyance.

" WhAt Now, MiGhtY CrEaToR? "

He saw Ink start to panic and watched as they started to throw ink at random. He easily dodged the flimsy attack but grew enraged when some nearly reached Goths hiding place. That is when his restraint left him and he gathered all of his magic to throw at the other.

His vision started to narrow as his Code blocked his view. He hated that his anger affected this body but at least he could still track his opponent, using the same Code. He ceased his attacks, when he realised the other had not moved from their position for a while. When he got closer to them he grinned at seeing Ink laying on the ground.

He had severely injured the other and loved how they paled when he crouched next to them. He summoned his bone attacks and dug them into the other, ignoring the scream they made.

It was so useful that the Creator could withstand this attack, when it usually killed others with a touch. That it still caused Ink pain was a wonderful bonus.

"You were supposed to be different! You are just worse!"

He rounded on the Creator, his rage starting to overtake him.

"A̵̩͂̆̆n̴͈̑D̵̈́̐̾̚ͅ ̸̡̮̜̳̖͠W̷̙̗͕̤̫̟̗̜̌͂͊ĥ̵̨̢̻̞̥̜̔́̆͒͆͘̚O̵̡̗̙̰̯͕̰̤̓̈́̄̌̕̚͠͝s̷̠̮̰̳̳̯̀̏̀͌E̵͓̜̯͙̦̾͂̃͛̚ͅ ̵͍͍̖͓̏́͒̓͝͝͠F̷̛̮̤͈͓͇̤̈̊͆͐͗̎a̶̧̖͈̗̭̅U̴̢͕̖̲̒̓ḽ̴̙͍̫͚̘̲̈̌̆̕̕t̸̨̨̗̫͚͇͚̗̊͘͘ ̶̗͈̮̦̔W̵̦̼̘̭̖͙͙̮̃͑͗̇̕à̶̻̞̣̀̇̌̉̎̚͘S̵͖̀͗̊͋ ̶͚́t̸̮͎͇̝̻̚H̷̢̧̘̞̣̯̊̅̒͛̋̂͝a̷̱͚̳͖̳̾̅̔̄͜͠t̸̡̡̘̘̺͇̟̋͒̐͊̇̈́̓̚!̵̗̻͙̭̄̓̐"

A chirp froze him and he realised he had been about to erase Ink, which he did not want. Not yet. They had to suffer more first.

He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself and the red overtaking his vision. His fingers still tensed, wanting to summon his strings, but instead he got closer to Inks skull.

"C̴̙̈́a̵͍͝Ļ̵̏l̸͎̒ ̴͎͗Ṙ̴͙e̴̫̓Ȧ̶̼p̸̩̎E̶͓̓r̴͉̉"

He could see Ink confusion but he was not feeling patient, so he summoned his strings, showing them to Ink in warning.

"I-I can't understand y-you"

Fatal snarled at Ink and turned his head towards where Goth was. He hated to have them near but he needed to calm down quick, to get what he needed.

"C̷̹͇̘̲̮̎̍̏̊̀͌̄̃́̐̈́͆̾̈́͌ͅẖ̷̨̮̔̓͌̽́̓͂̌͛͌̽̂̕̚i̷̧̭̙̤͖̹̹̱͓̍̀̄͐̎̋̕c̸̥̄̓̂̽̍k̴͇̲̗̑̎̆͑̂́̽͠"

He cringed at his voice and grew worried they would also not understand him or even fear him that would finally break him . Thankfully they walked towards him, looking at him curiously. When their gaze moved towards Ink he shifted his body to be in the way and hugged them.

He disregarded Inks intense stare and tried to speak again, making sure Goth couldn't see the Creator.

" CaLl ReApEr "

"M-My a-arms"

So many excuses. Absolutely useless they were. Maybe he should just dust them. He doubted anyone would care.

"W-WAIT! I c-can get him. Please don't h-hurt him m-more"

Huh, he forgot that there were others here. Standing up he turned his skull, spotting Dream shaking nearby. He thought the coward would have run by now, considering the damage the fight had caused.

" Do iT "

Thankfully Reaper soon appeared, so he no longer had to listen to Inks gasps of pain or Dreams whimpers. He thought they were supposed to be the 'heroes' of the multiverse to him they were LIARS .

Now he had the issue of where to put Goth. He refused to let them near the Death god, without him sorting a few things out first. He had few options but perhaps the Guardian could be useful for once. Pointing at Dream he indicated they come closer, pleased at being obeyed.

" HOLd hIm. If He iS hUrT I WiLl vIsiT NiGhtMare "

He had to get creative with some threats as self sacrifice was too common lately. It seemed to work like a charm, at the way Dream's eyelights extinguished and their hands were shaking. Carefully handing over Goth, he waited till they looked comfortable before stepping back.

" I JuSt need a ChAt with ReAper. Ok? "

Fatal did not like the way Goth shivered at the name or the wary glances they gave Ink. What did the idiots do to his child? He walked away before he decided to just kill them. They were sadly useful and the best entertainment in this place.

"What do you want?"

Reaper might look fearless but Fatal knew their tells. He was part Geno, even if the emotions didn't fully carry over. He strung them up and grabbed a wing, bringing it towards him.

" StAy StIlL "

Ten minutes later he was not pleased at how this was going. He kept accidently pulling out feathers or breaking the ones he touched. Pulling his hands back he looked Reaper over and contemplated his dilemma. He might despise them but having a pet bird could be useful for Goth in the future.

Making sure Goth wouldn't be able to hear, he leaned in to Reaper.

" BeHavE "

He placed his hands around their neck, forming a solid red band. He did not give the same protection as his chick to Reaper, as they were far less important. This would make sure they couldn't do anything to Goth like they did to his last child .

" IT SuItS yOu, sweetheart"

It might have hurt to make his voice sound like that but it was so worth it. He laughed at the tears he spotted in their sockets, easily suppressing the part of him that wanted to comfort them. He had more important things to deal with now.

"See? He isn't scary"

What was Dream up to now? Releasing Reaper from his strings he stalked towards the noise, displeased at seeing Ink talking softly to his child, who was still in Dreams arms. He spotted a few of his attack bones missing from Inks body but also felt Goths magic lingering around. His child was far too kind to be allowed near others. Especially cowards.

" ThAnK You DrEaM. I WoN't FoRgEt tHis "

He was entertained how they jumped at his voice, especially as he was standing right behind them. Lifting Goth into his hold he twitched his finger, making Reaper stumble towards him.

"F-Fatal. I d-didn't me-"

" ByE DrEaM. I'm SuRe InK wIlL aPprEciate SoMe hElP "

Pleased at stopping the false apologies he made a portal to his current home. Walking through, with Reaper close behind, he knew he would need to get a new place soon. His chick needed somewhere there was light and warmth, rather than this hell.

" CaN I lOoK aT YoUr WinGs? "

"No. I can do it myself"

His child was so independent but that was not helpful to the current issue.

" Of CourSe yOu caN but I wouLd lovE to hElp you feel Better. Your back is Hard to rEach and Doesn't it bUrn? "

The silence spoke volumes and Fatal could feel his guilt grow. He had hoped the food and his magic would have eased the pain, he had accidently inflicted. Were wings really that much more sensitive?

" RePeAr HaS OfFerEd tO hElp "

He spotted how rigid the Death god became when Goth looked over at them. He stayed silent as he watched them scrutinise the other, unsure what they were looking for.

"..can't you do it instead?"

Fatal wanted to vehemently deny even going near their precious feathers. They looked way too delicate for his touch and just glancing over at Reaper's wings, he could see the accidental damage he had caused.

He didn't get a chance to object as his hands were placed on Goths feathers and he was given a rather thorough lesson on how to groom his wings.

The small hands helped guide him, making him feel more confident in this task. He was so happy that he had such a kind child.

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Fatal: I need to learn to groom so i can be a better parent to my child

Also Fatal: *Commits horrific acts of violence with Goth near*
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*Fails at grooming Reaper*

Fatal: Well this was a waste of time. What do i do with it now?

*Eyes Reapers wings*

Fatal: Goth is old enough to have a pet...