~Begin Part 2~

Destiny reaches her hand out, gently catching the falling black skeleton, doing this all while Fate is freaking out, celebrating her precious Ink's success, while ignoring the growing threat. Destiny carries the broken skeleton close to her, meeting another like her. The other Destiny, more scarred up, but also more powerful, stares at the younger Destiny.

"You know it's unsafe for us to be meeting." The younger Destiny nods, extending her cupped hands out to reveal the broken skeleton in her gentle embrace.

"I know...but I had to for him. Your multiverse will take good care of him?" The older Destiny nods.

"Yes, for this multiverse has no need of Destruction or Creation. The multiverse self-adjusts, leaving the skeletons of this world to prosper and love. My multiverse shall take good care of him. Good luck in your realm. For a multiverse to be capable of damaging even one life to this degree is...despicable." The older Destiny takes the broken black-boned skeleton, and the younger one nods, tears in her eyes.

"Some have started waking up." The older Destiny nods.

"Go home. I'll set the broken child onto a path where he can prosper here." The younger Destiny smiles, leaving to her home. The older Destiny sighs, looking at the beings of her world.

"All of you, have the power to save this poor skeleton, teach him the meaning of love, and keep him from gaining more LOVE....my children, this task, above all else, requires you to be willing to give everything, even perhaps your lives, to ensure he never goes back to the place of hell." I wish you all luck." With her gentle words, she drops the black skeleton, allowing him to gently land in a world, a young one.

Error drifts between dreams and reality, vaguely hearing words, gentle, loving words. He vaguely feels a touch, warm, soft.

Is this what being loved feels like?

"Error, you are lovable, you deserve love. My children will protect you, heal you of all scars, and most of all, they will let you prosper into the being you were always meant to be."

Error closes his eyes, falling asleep and not waking up every two seconds for the first time in forever.

The world ripples, opening and gently placing the skeleton against a tree, where he remains asleep for several hours. One young skeleton senses the ripple, and walks into the woods, finding the skeleton. The young skeleton lays beside the sleeping being, cuddling close for warmth.

Error blinks awake, not really fully aware yet. He looks down, seeing a young skeleton.

SHIT!

Error freezes.

If I move, I'll wake him, and then Ink will find me and finish the job.

The baby bone blinks away, yawning. The blue-tinted eyelights of the youngster look up at Error, and he's forced to do something.

"What's your namwe, Mwister?" Error blinks, sitting up slowly.

"My name is Error." The babybones smiles.

"Mwy namwe is...I don't have one. Can you namwe mwe?" Error looks away from the babybones, shivering slightly.

"Let's find a cave first, then we can discuss names." Error slowly stands, wincing and limping around the forest, the excitable bundle of happiness staying close to him. Error enters a cave, and slowly lays down, the full extent of his wounds now visible to the babybones.

"Did you get into a really bad fight?"

"Yeah...suppose you could say that..."

"Did bad guys hurt you?" Error shrugs.

"Everything's a shade of gray. Life...people...everything is generally a shade of gray, kiddo." Error sighs.

"Anyway, you're positive you don't have a name?"

"My creator just calls me a set of numbers. 545." Error freezes, forcing a grin when the babybones looks at him, confusion obvious.

"What do you think mwy namwe should be?"

"Nova." The little babybones smiles up at Error, giggling softly. Error sighs, thinking.

Just because we're in a cave, we aren't safe yet. The Gaster of this AU only made Sans, and judging from the name, 545, he likely has no emotional tie to this little kid.

Error studies the state of the poor kid's clothing, rags, practically torn to bits.

But the Gaster will want his experiment back. Will I reveal my presence, risk Ink's vengeance, risk this babybones' life, to keep him from Gaster?

Error closes his eyes, opening them, a dark red in his discolored pupils. Even though his conscious self does not yet know the answer to the question, the way he is sitting, with his arm protectively around the kiddo, Nova, it's obvious. He'd die if it meant the baby bone had a chance to be something more.