3 Hours later...

"Ugh, the hell happened. I feel like I was hit by truck-kun." I say waking up to my whole body being sore.

  I bring my hands up to rub my eye, before realizing I don't have any anymore. I open my eye sockets and notice my skeletal hands were colored red and yellow. I then realize I wasn't wearing a top. I quickly sit up when I realize I was laying in a bed completely naked. I look down at myself and notice that my skeleton was covered in galaxy patterned ecto. I attempt to not panic and think back on the last thing I remember. My body must have shifted to Error during Reaper and I's conversation and then I was heating up for some reason. Reaper was trying to keep me calm and basically proposed to me and things get hazy from there. I only got weird bits and pieces after that. I take a moment to try to piece together what happened before it clicks. "FUCK MY LIFE!!! I WENT INTO FUCKING HEAT!!!" I exclaim.

  Reaper barges into the room half dressed filled with feelings of panic. He looks around searching for danger, before realizing I just woke up. He slumps. I give him a look because I am not happy about the situation. He looks to me nervous. I then realized that I can actually feel his nervousness like it was coming from my soul. I blink, before looking to Reaper coldly. "YoU BeTtEr NoT HaVe DoNe WhAt I ThInK YoU DiD." I say.

  Reaper starts to sweat and holds his hands out in front of him. "Just let me explain." He says guiltily.

  Those words seem to flip a switch in my soul. On instinct I pull strings from my eye sockets and send them at him. He dodges out of the room. Ignoring my soreness, I jump out of bed and after him. He quickly flies away. "Please stop attacking! We didn't have a choice!" Reaper exclaims flying down the hall. I send more string at him as I follow him into the livingroom.

  "OF COURSE YOU HAD A FUCKING CHOICE! YOU FUCKING TOOK MY VIRGINITY WHEN I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!!!" I tell, before wrapping Reaper in my strings.

  I pull them tight and yank him to the floor.
I then jump on top of him and start punching him. "I WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET SOMEONE NICE AND GO ON A DATE. THEN WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER AND EVENTUALLY THEY WOULD PROPOSE TO ME. WE WOULD GET MARRIED AND THEN WE WOULD HAVE A SPECIAL WEDDING NIGHT TOGETHER! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SPECIAL! NOT ME NOT EVEN REMEMBERING WHAT HAPPENED AT ALL BECAUSE OF SOME FUCKING HEAT!" I yell in tears.

  I stop punching him and sob into Reaper's chest. My strings disapate and Reaper immediately pulls me into his arms, holding me close. Reaper gently runs his flanges down my skull to comfort me. We sit there on the ground for a while. Eventually my sobbing dies down and I'm just left sniffling. Reaper sighs. "I know things haven't exactly played out how we hoped. Things always seemed to get in the way of the two of us being together. But even if you don't remember being Error now, we did get to do most of the stuff you wanted. We went on dates, had a wedding, even raised a family. We just never went all the way with an soul bonding since with the multiverse always hanging in the balance we didn't want to risk creating a souling and putting them in danger. Plus if you were pregnant you wouldn't be able to do your duties as a balance keeper. Now we're in a whole other reality away from everyone we know. Your different and don't remember our whole life together. But you know what? I wouldn't trade this day for anything. We get a chance to start over with you not so broken. It was always painful seeing what the multiverse did to you. But now you have back that light in you soul that you lost a long time ago. So do I regret what happened? No. Maybe it wasn't how we would have planned it, but that doesn't change the fact that no matter what form you take, I will always love you. And nothing could keep me from you. I will protect you to my dieing days and will stay by your side to the end of existence. How's that for a proposal?" Reaper tells me.

  "YoU PrOmIsE?" I ask him calmly.

  "I promise." Reaper replies.

  "Ok. I'm still kinda upset, but I'm sorry for punching and tying you up. I was a bit emotional and confused. I know it's not your fault but this whole day has been a mess and I took it out on you. It's hard to bottle up all the emotions this day has brought and this whole situation made it burst out. I just have one question. I'm not pregnant am I?" I ask, voice clear of glitches now that I've calmed down but definitely still concerned.

  Reaper closes their eyesockets and sighs. "I'm sorry. 'Helping you' was the only way to stop your heat and things got a bit out of hand  If we let your heat run it's course it could have taken a week or longer for it to die down. I'm honestly surprised it was so easy to do though considering it usually takes a lot more... umm, work for most monsters and especially deities to become pregnant. But your soul took to my magic so easily. We don't have to keep it don't want to. I can-" Reaper says before I cover his mouth cutting him off.

  "We're keeping them. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. I don't want to hear anything about getting rid of them ever again. CaPiSh?" I tell him firmly, eyelights glowing. Reaper just quickly nods in fear.

  "Now if I recall you were going to teach me about magic. Let me find my cloths and we can do that." I say slowly getting up.

  "Are you sure that you can though? I don't think it's a good idea just yet. You should rest a bit. Atleast eat the food I made you. You literally just had your first heat and usually that puts people out of commission for a few days." Reaper says concerned.

  "I'm DETERMINED as hell and have a WILL stronger than steel. Plus I've always been stubborn. Nothing is going to keep me down unless I let it. Not even depression can do it. Just gotta stay POSITIVE and keep going." I tell him walking back to the bedroom in search of my cloths.

  Reaper smirks. "Some things never change." He says to himself as he follows me into the bedroom.

  I pick up what I assume are my cloths off the floor since they match the description of what Error wears in the story. I start to dress before realizing Reaper was staring at me with feelings of lust. I turn to him and give him a look. "Enjoying the view?" I ask sarcastically.

  "Yes, very much so." Reaper says with a shit eating grin.

  "Pervert. Make yourself useful and fix the bed. I don't want my family knowing we literally fucked at the worst possible time in my grandparents house. Sounds like something teenagers would do in TV shows and movies. I'd like to think I have more class than that." I says embarrassed.

  "Well of course your classy, Error was originally a classic Sans. Can't get more classic then that." Reaper puns still wearing a shit eating grin. He starts making the bed.

  "Shut up. Asshole...." I say blushing, trailing off.

  "Some things really do never change. Always did get flustered when I mixed flirting and puns." Reaper says.

  I guess this is my life now. Being constantly punned and flirted with by a death god. Sigh. This is going to be a long life. And for some reason I'm not even upset about it. Who knew an Undertale themed apocalypse would be the highpoint of my life. I finish changing. "So, let's get to work. I need to have the basics of portal making down as soon as possible. And maybe get the hang of summoning strings and shapeshifting back into my other form, if I can, before anyone shows up. I rather be able to blend in with humans rather than go around as a black glitching skeleton. That's just asking the government to pick me up." I comment.

  "Speaking of your other form, what even is it? It definitely wasn't human and it felt like a cross between Dream and Nightmare. Honestly it was very unsettling. If I wasn't use to Nightmare's aura I would have been running away. Definitely concerning." Reaper say.

  "Oh, that form is Catcher. Their a child corrupted Dream Sans." I says casually, walking out of the room.

  Reaper takes a moment to process what I just said. "A FUCKING WHAT?!?! FUCKING EXPLAIN!!!" Reaper exclaims following me.

  This was going to be a long day.