In the World of the Deities....

"No!" Fate slammed his fist against the window, watching in angry frustration as Error fell into the only place in existence he couldn't access. He hadn't anticipated the glitchy skeleton would resort to something like this, especially not something this serious! He was appalled at the depths Error's mental state had dropped, and didn't know if he could've saved him even if he'd had time and the opportunity to do so. He rubbed his temples as his headache grew worse.

Destiny smirked in satisfaction. He had been watching in disappointment as Error was denied a reprieve, time and time again, from the job he hated. He could feel the ache in the glitchy skeleton's soul as he destroyed the one thing the brothers had tried to give him, and Destiny wondered, not for the first time, why Fate insisted on hurting Error more. Whatever reasoning Fate had for torturing their shared creation surely could be undone, right?

"So, brother," Destiny chirped, his hands behind his back as he skipped over to Fate. "Having trouble there?"

"If you aren't here to help me, Destiny," Fate growled, "then I suggest you get as far away from me as possible while I throw a raging fit."

"Aw, c'mon, Fate!" He said jovially, slinging his arm over his brother's shoulder. "Cheer up. Not everything's lost!"

Fate narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

Destiny chuckled, taking his arm off Fate. He walked a little ways away, then turned to him. "Don't think I haven't noticed how you treat Error, brother. I've stood by in silence as you tortured him beyond his breaking point, and now, I'm taking things into my own hands." At this, his outline, evidence of his divinity, engulfed him with a green glow as his underlying anger showed itself.

Fate stepped back, indignant with his brother's insolence. "You think I deliberately hurt Error?! What makes you think that, brother?" His own outline glowed blue, matching Destiny's in intensity.

"You have treated him horribly ever since he was created! I thought you cared about your creations, Fate!"

"I do! But he keeps pushing away my efforts to reconcile him with Inky! Every time I tried, something happens that makes him burn the bridges I've set up, and cut ties with people I've deliberately placed in his path! I don't understand what is making him do this!" He sighed, trying to reign in his temper, then turned a despairing look to Destiny. "Now he's thrown himself into the Void, and we'll never see him again!"

Destiny's green outline dimmed, and he gaped at his brother in surprise. It seemed insane to think Fate was actively trying to make Error's life better, when Destiny was doing the same! Those sneakers he placed in Error's path weren't an accident, nor was his magic hoodie. Destiny had even enchanted those strings to become a rainbow of color if Error so wished them to be, giving him much more variety in the making of those adorable puppets of his! And yet, here was Fate, insisting he was doing everything in his power to resolve the war between the creator and the destroyer! It was unheard of, impossible!

At length, he sighed harshly. "That's... not entirely true. I did a little manipulation of my own, and tied a string on his soul that I could travel along. I allowed him to fall into the Void, so I could help him heal."

Fate's face lit up. "That's great! We can bring him back and urge him to speak to Inky-"

"Ah ah ah," Destiny held a hand up. "Not so fast, Fate. At this point, we have been unable to convince the creator or any of his allies to stop and listen for a moment, and Error knows it. He won't go to them either, fearing they would just attack him. So, we need to undo the damage inflicted on his mind, as well as his body. Then, and only then, can we hope to put a stop to the fighting."

Fate nodded thoughtfully. "What can I do to help?"

"First, he should be told he doesn't have to destroy any more AUs. I don't know how much influence we'll have over the multiverse I have in mind to send him to, but someone's got to tell him it's not necessary. Second, we've got to get rid of those voices-"

"He's still hearing voices?!" Fate exclaimed. "Fuck, I thought they'd be gone, by now. The Anti-Void must've done more damage than I thought...." He raised a suspicious brow to Destiny. "How did you know they were still there? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I thought you knew-"

"Of course not! No wonder his mental health deteriorated so quickly!"

"W-well," Destiny rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "I knew because the strings keeping his soul together also kept me apprised of what he was experiencing. I thought, because it was your idea to put him in the Anti-Void-"

"That the voices were my doing," Fate finished quietly. "Look, I admit, I knew they were there at the beginning. I used them to communicate his task, but I didn't think they were interfering with my goal of getting Error to stop! What did they tell him?"

Destiny shook his head. "It's not important. What we need to focus on now is helping Error."

Fate looked down in thought when a realization hit him. "What about Inky? His creations will destroy themselves."

"Let them," Destiny waved his hand dismissively when his brother tried to protest. "He'll realize he was wrong, and Error will come back after his vacation to gloat in Inky's face about it!"

Fate scoffed at Destiny's smug grin. "Don't insult him. He's doing his best for his creations."

Destiny giggled. "Of course, brother."

... ... ...

I stirred in my sleep, feeling as if I was being torn apart. I couldn't see, but I could hear static all around me. Was I... alive?

"Dear, oh dear," a voice rang out. I winced, trying to find the source. It wasn't the voice who had warned me about the trap, though. It must be the other voice's sibling or something. I wonder what they want from me.

"Error.... Ugh, I'm not really sure how to do this. But I will try. Just- don't turn away, this time. There are some very powerful beings out there, wanting to help you, but they can't if you don't let them. Whatever you choose to do, just know that we did try to help."

With that, I felt a string tighten around my soul, slowly pulling it together. I heard a portal open up, and the string let go, allowing me to fall into... somewhere. 

I groaned as I woke up, feeling a chill sink into my burned clothes, soothing the bones underneath their tattered remains. I sat up uneasily, looking around. That's weird. Wasn't I somewhere else before? It was like I had forgotten a dream, and it was broken into fragments as I tried to recall it. Above me, stalactites loomed ominously, seemingly threatening to fall and impale me. I looked down and noted I still had my scarf, and barely anything else. My shirt had holes burned into them, and my shorts looked like a million piranhas took bites out of them. 

'Guess that beating did more damage than I thought,' I thought, remembering how the fight had ended. Inky. Unbearable guilt washed over me like a tsunami. The creator was probably dead because of me. He didn't deserve what I did to him. Tears began streaming down my cheeks, and I held my head in shaky hands.

I heard a twig snap to my left, and I turned quickly to find the source of the noise. My soul dropped when I saw who had made the noise.

Standing in the snow with nothing but a torn hospital gown, was a small skeleton. In their arms was a smaller skeleton dressed in much the same outfit as the bigger one. The older held the smaller closer as they began to back away. I couldn't blame them; many people feared and hated me.

"Wait!" I called out. "Please."

The older one stopped, shaking visibly. I couldn't tell if it was from cold or fear now, but I could understand if it was both. They didn't look properly dressed for this weather, and I remembered what it felt like, freezing to death. It's why I like my sneakers so much. They kept out the cold better than my slippers did, and they were comfortable too. These children's parents were horrible people, letting their kids run around in the snow without at least some shoes.

"Hey, it's ok, I won't hurt you," I raised my hands to my scarf, then brought it down to the skeletons slowly. The older one hesitated, then cautiously came up to me. I wrapped the scarf around them, securing it in the front to act as a blanket to the younger. "There you go. Feel better?"

The older one ran their hand over the velvety soft material, their white eyelights growing bigger in joy. It was so warm! So soft and warm and-!

They flinched back as the stranger asked them a question.

"What's your name?" It was obvious they were a Sans and Papyrus, but I wanted to be sure. There were some universes with no Sans or Papyrus, and they didn't seem like the usual skeleton brothers. The older one looked down silently, and I wondered if they could speak at all.

"P-Project One," they squeaked, pointing to themselves, then to their sibling, "Project Two."

My brows rose in confusion, so I checked the code of the universe. I blinked in surprise as I read. This was a Fell universe! And these were the Sans and Papyrus, but they were little girls. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen, and it made me wonder where Inky got inspiration for these universes.

"Project One" watched the strange skeleton warily. She was curious about them, but her common sense warned her against getting too close. This monster was huge, bigger than any she'd seen before. He was kind too, she thought, snuggling into the scarf he'd given them. She dipped her gaze to her sister, who had started chewing on the edge of the scarf, then cautiously approached the stranger. She jumped back in fear when the stranger stood up.

"Don't worry, kid. I won't hurt you." I assured her, beginning to walk away. The voices hadn't started screaming to destroy the AU yet, so I thought it safe to explore a little. What I didn't think would happen is two tiny skeletons following my every move. I turned to see them stop in the snow, clearly shivering. I began walking again, never taking my eyelights off them, and still they followed. "Why are you following me?"

Project One gulped under the stranger's harsh gaze. She could almost feel other eyes following her, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch her and her sister and take them both away. This skeleton had been nice to them, giving them a scarf to warm them up, so it made sense for him to be safe to hang around. Or would it? She didn't really know. She just hoped the stranger would allow them to be around them long enough to find a place to hide. She was desperate to get away from the man who speaks in hands, the one who had hurt them and wanted them back for his experiments. Any protection she could get for her and her sister was better than none.

I sighed as Project One shook until her bones rattled. I knelt down, and gestured for her to come closer, and to my surprise, she did as instructed. "It's alright, I don't mind. I just wanna know."

Project One sucked in a breath, then pointed to me. "Wanna stay wif you."

I blinked. "Why would you want to stay with me?"

"Pwease?" She lifted those big, pleading eyelights to me, tears pricking at the corners of her eyesockets. "Wanna stay wif you!"

I winced as she started crying, then patted her head. I had noticed the scuff marks on hers and her sister's cheekbones, and I understood why she wanted to stay near me. She was looking for shelter, somewhere safe from the ones who did this to her and Project Two. Project Two.... 

"You need actual names, kid."

She sniffled. "N-names?"

"Yeah, names. You shouldn't be named projects like you're some science fair presentations. You should have something to identify yourselves with, like other people."

She looked down at her sister, who babbled and clapped her hands. She looked at me, hiccupping slightly. "Wh-what your name?"

"My name? My name is Error."

"Name like Ewwor!" She giggled, and I huffed out a sigh.

"Are you sure? It's not a very nice name." She nodded vehemently, so I thought about it. I lit up with a smile, then pointed to Project One. "You can be... Nula, and your sister can be Vacía! They mean null and void, which is close enough to mine. There, you have special names, now."

She tried out her new name, then her sister's name. They both giggled, and I smiled and patted her head. "Good job! Now I have to go-"

"Stay with Ewwor!"

I looked back as Nula ran after me. My soul gave a painful lurch as her white eyelights looked up at me innocently, begging me to take them with me. I didn't want to hurt them, but if they stayed with me, they would get hurt, anyway. But I couldn't just leave them. They were being hunted by someone named W.D. Gaster, a scientist whose goals included bringing the skeleton monster population back to what it was before the war. The code told me that they broke out of their holding cells to escape the painful experiments that were forced upon them, and if I didn't get them to safety....

"C'mon, kid. I'll take you with me." Nula gasped in delight, and the two of them latched onto my legs. I pried them off and held them in my arms, holding my finger to my mouth when they squealed. "Shhhh, hush, girls. We don't want to be spotted."

They went silent immediately, and I hid behind a tree when I heard the clanking of armor pass by. Soldiers were combing the forest for these two, and I knew I had to leave Snowy Woods. This was gonna be tricky.

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Hhhhhh, short chapter, screeeeee-

My sister is upset with me for the upteenth time, but what else is new-

Like it's more than just "you did something horrible to me, now I'm getting back at you!" SHE GOT ANGRY AT ME FOR HUMMING!!!

She throws some stuff cuz she's upset, then tries to convince everybody it's no big deal so she doesn't get in trouble. She just really hates me, and I have yet to determine what the hell the reason is

But anyway, enjoy the chapter that is in literally every fgod book in existence 😒