The Sans took me to a separate room.

He questioned me.

Confusing questions.

Like he was trying to trick me.

But I was smart.

I kept to my answer. Never showing doubt in fear they'll use it to give me to Dad.

After a while the Sans gave up.

Giving me a hard look.

"Look. Error is a bad guy. He's the reason your parents are separating, ok. Your Dad already told me how he caused the scratch on your cheek."

"He lied."

The Sans frown. "Look Ink would never-"

"Dad did it to me."

The Sans paused. "How."

"Yesterday he threw a glass at Papa like he always does when they argue. A peace cut me. He didn't even care."

The Sans opened his mouth.

"Ask my brothers. They know who threw the glass."

The Sans stared. "Has he hurt you in any other way?"

"If I do something wrong he hits me or grabs me hard. But he doesn't do it to my brothers though."

The Sans looked at me with a unreadable look.

He stood up and took me back to the court.

He sat down, and hummed.

"Pj and Spilled will go with Ink. Gradient will go with Error. Final judgment."

The other skeletons looked bewildered.

Ink looked a little upset.

Papa let out a cry of joy and opened his arms.

I quickly ran into them and nuzzled into his neck.

He picked me up and we left.

I didn't leave a single glance at Ink or my brothers.