Ashes has been hurt too many times, its hard not to feel the hurt or wonder when he'll be hurt next. Notes at end  philippaki I swear I get a massive inspiration update as soon as you update your chappy

Error blinked as he was suddenly elsewhere, his beloved moonlight no longer there.

Or rather he was not there.

From the looks, he was in a vodka brewery were they distilled the drink or however they made the drink.

He felt.. thirsty.

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Marconi sang slightly as he prepared to cook dinner, his hands bringing a knife down chopping the veggies he wanted to include in the sauce. Ashes was sitting at the kitchen table, watching the Epic with sleepy eyes.

Cooking was magic in its own way, every movement of the older monster wasn't wasted.

"Can we have cherry tomatoes in the pasta?" he asked, those were tasty.

"Next time, but if your snacky there are a few tiny ones in the fridge you can eat since we have awhile to go," Marconi offered, the parasite child hummed thoughtfully.

He slid from his seat and walked to the fridge, reaching up and opening it. It took a few moments to locate the tiny tomatoes, he grabbed two and returned to his seat.

"What are we having anyway?" he asked curious, legs swinging as he sat in the tall chair eating his treats.

"Macaroni," Marconi said with a grin, a blush covered the child's face briefly knowing the other monster was teasing him.

Sue him, he miss said there name once.

"Does.. it taste good?" he asked softly. He'd never tried it before, he was curious.

"Yeah it does, why don't you change into something your not afraid to get get dirty as it can be messy," Marconi offered.

"Okay... heading to my room," Ashes said jumping from the chair, then ran to his room. As he changed he paused, he had called the once guestroom his room.

(Whats wrong?) Erebus asked worried bout his monster.

"I called it my room," he replied softly.

(Is that a bad thing?) Erebus asked, he wanted Ashes to live. To truly live, not this ever seeking death.

"I..." Ashes said staring at the bed, which had actually had a few plushys Marconi had bought him when they stopped at the mall. The dresser and closet had clean new clothes for him, the blanket on the bed soft and one he'd fallen in love with.

Erebus nuzzled him, jumping to his shoulder and licked his face.

(It doesn't have to be a bad thing) the guardian told him.

"But what if this turns out like every other life?" he asked clenching his teeth together in frustration, every life he'd been rejected since awakened.

(But what if it doesn't?) Erebus pointed out, in the background he could hear Marconi singing again. It was a nice voice, he'd fallen asleep to it a few times.

"But what if it is?"

(Then we leave, and don't look back) Erebus promised.

For once, he hoped he wouldn't need such a promise.

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"Aghh... my factory," a monster cried as they discovered their brewery was raided a tipsy grinning Error.

"They were rather good, there more?" the sauced monster asked.

"Ma poor spirits, my tipple... ma vodka is gone." the monster sniffed, all that wonderful alcohol gone.

"Spirits..." Error said thoughtfully, he liked that word.

The owner of said alcohol continued to have a mental breakdown.

"Yes.. call me Spirits," Error said, it would work for now till he found a better one. After all, Error's were dime a dozen.

Now.. the hunt for Moonlight would begin again.

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Chaos looked up from petting the exhausted feline, a frown on his face.

One of his favorites seem to be missing from his sight, yet they were still alive.

Oh well, Ashes couldn't stay hidden too long as they're life was so chaotic.

Which is why, they were his favorite after this one.

Notes:

Ashes: Your name is Macaroni?

Marconi: No, Marconi like one of the creators of radio, Macaroni is a pasta

Ashes: Aren't they the same word?

Ashes: Wow, soft! -cuddles blanket in store-

Marconi: yeets into shopping cart

Ashes: Marconi Marconi! Look it looks like Erebus

Marconi: Also yeets into cart

404: Have you seen a Golden feline that sometimes a babybones, they live off spite and hate?

Marconi: How did you even find my house?

404: Its the only one on this AU, not hard

Marconi: Sorry only a blue winged one

404: Right, where did they go

Error: Yes.. call me Bob

Crying monster: like Bob the builder?

Error: Can we redo that scene?

Crying Monster: Scene?