("swapfell?") "s-swa-pfe-ll?" Error repeated. "That is his name." Blindy replied. It was the next day and Error had slept... well. He was secretly glad to get the rest he needed for once. "Yeah, we don't associate with little shits like hi- ow!" Fell rubbed his head while Swap glowered at him. "Language." Swap then turned to Error, smiling. "He is the sort of guy who would do anything to get out of here." Wingding stated. "A scientist with no morals." Stars growled. ("give me a direction.") "gi-ve me a-a dir-ect-ion." Wingding wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to Error. The coordinates to the general location were we found Blindy when Swapfell... had... him. He should have a base near there somewhere." Error read the coordinates. ("thank you gentlemen. you just helped save the multiverse, ya know. ") "th-ank yo-u, gen-tle-men. y-ou ju-st he-lp-ed s-ave th-e mult-iver-se, ya kn-ow." Error smiled at them before blinking out of existence and to the location that the original Gaster had given him. It was time to find Swapfell and finish this... if, of course, Swapfell was the one behind the Code Eaters and the destruction they caused.

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Error was pleasantly surprised by the lack of anomalies, so could could conserve his energy for something much more necessary like punishing this desperate Skeleton for his sins against the Multiverse. Error walked in what was hopefully the right direction, sensing for the soul of Swapfell so he could question/punish him. He finally spotted something other than black in the distance and teleported ever closer. ("a hospital wing..?") "a hos-pit-al wi-ng..?" It was a rather interesting development to him. One that made him uneasy. He walked around it slowly, looking for a not so obvious way in. He drew upon his magic, creating strings to pull off a vent cover and pull himself up and into the shaft. Error took a moment to wonder why the hell he was sneaking in rather that tearing it apart as if it were an au. Then again, what if it wasn't this guy? He'd rather find the evidence first before he made any accusations. He had already checked the Gaster Gang's house, to which when he was satisfied that it wasn't him, Swap found out and dragged him back to the bedroom once more and scolded him for not getting proper rest.

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He dropped down at the next closest opening and started his search for anything out of the ordinary. That particular room was empty, free of anything that pointed to Swapfell being the enemy, so Error moved on to the next room and the next and the next. He was ready to scour the whole wing for the Code Eaters because Error could feel the his soul tearing apart. He hated to say it but he hoped that Swapfell was the guy. Error found plenty of things, chemical cocktails for stars knows what sorts of things. Tanks once containing something, but he wasn't sure what. Weaponry. A room that seemed to have had someone or something strapped to it once. None of it was solid proof though. Not until he saw them. A few Code Eaters skittering down the hall. ("bingo.") "b-in-go." Of course Error followed them, this was the proof he needed. He rounded into the room and froze upon seeing some sort of machine? That was the one way he could describe the the hunk of circular metal. It was like one of those fruitcake bundts with the Code Eaters crawling inside and exiting to get more code. He found it, the source..