ZaryasTales on Wattpad: Do you know those powerful sanses like Error404 and King Multiverse? What if they actually keep themselves hidden the whole time while make sure the multiverse in check and the only one who knows them is Error as their child figure, they know that the balance of creation and destruction is tipping but cannot do anything about it untill Error one day fell infront of them bleeding alot and they finally snap. You can add more powerful sanses like Alpha and Omnipotent! Sans. you can just make 404 then but its up to you if you still want to put more powerful sanses or not.
Me: I read up on the others and I might add King Multiverse and either mention or add Alpha, as those two are connected to 404. I might also bring up Seraphim as their sort of intervention thing, idk.

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I will say. These characters will probably be OOC. I did read up on them, but frankly, Idc. FGOD Error is already as OOC as we can get. Why not OOC-ify everything else?

Chains wrap around two absolutely overpowering beings, the two sitting in a soft quiet.

This soft quiet was interrupted when a small magical signature (by comparison alone) fell through a portal, landing with a loud smack on the floor. The being releases raspy and wet breaths, a pool of a red metallic liquid spreading around the mostly still form. One of the figures' chains release, the white being known as Error404 landing gracefully and walking over to the form, which has begun to shiver and tremble the closer 404 got.

"Ǒḩ...Ẅḩåť ǎ țṙāꞡĩƈ ḟãṱė ḫåš ḇėƒǟḽľëň ȳȱú." The bleeding figure whimpers, lifting their skull up as best they can, seeking affection. 404 rests his hand on the figure's skull, the bleeding skeleton nuzzling and releasing a shaky purr.

404 studies the smaller form, anger slowly filling his body.

The black and red-boned skeleton is very familiar to 404, the blue teartracks as jarring as ever on such a scarred body. The skeleton in question, Error, seems to be crying blood.

"Ȋ ɗǭ ṉōṱ ṫⱨi̇ńꝃ țħäț ïṣ ṉǭŕḿⱥḹ, ľȉƭʈľȇ ôñȅ." 404 finally focuses on the open sockets, his anger flaring up painfully as the other figure drops down and slinks over.

"404, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹?" 404 studies his half-and-half companion, King Multiverse, moving slightly so the weaker yet still powerful being can see.

Nearly ever bone of the young Error's body is broken, blood pouring out from hundreds of places. The most worrisome injury currently is the one by his sockets, from which the young Error is crying blood. The young Error's eyelights are completely gone. But he is clearly awake and very much not angry or shocked.

"D-DaD? W-WhY c-cAn'T i S-SeE?" Tears prick at 404's eyesockets, but he blinks them away, focusing on the young Error before him.

"Ĭ șüșꝓêĉț ẇḧȃŧɇꝟěȓ ⱨȧꝕṗɇɲȩḓ ḅȩƒȫṛè ƴǿú ƈĕⱥşēɗ ḃȩīꞑğ ąḅꝉɇ ţɵ ṣȩé ẅǐḹḽ ɦȫꝉđ çḹŭȩș, ƚíṯṯĺê øṅȇ. Ḉąǹ ƴôȗ, åňḏ ḿǿŗę īḿꝑóɽŧãņțĺÿ, ẅɨļḷ ɏȍù ťêḹɫ ʉṩ ẅḣåṱ ḧäᵽꝑëṅȇḏ?" Error slowly nods.

"O-OkAy. InKy MaDe A tRaP aU fOr Me. It WaS cOmPlEtElY uNfAiR." 404 and King Multiverse meet eye-to-eye, sharing a similar look as Error continues shakily. "I wAs OnLy OnE dEsTrOyEr, AnD i WaSn'T aLlOwEd To HuRt AnY oF tHeM bEcAuSe ThEy WeRe AlL oRiGiNaL cOpIeS." 404 huffs.

"Íǹƙ ẇȁȿ ñĕꝟéṝ ŝṁȧŕⱦ. Ḃũṱ ṫḥȁƭ ẃąș ꝓȧřṱǐꞓưꝉāȓꝉÿ ȿŧűƥīḋ. Ŵɦǻʈ éĺȿè ĥⱥṕꝕęńɇď?" Error shakily breaths in, crying more blood.

"W-WeLl. FrOm ThErE, tHeY aLl BeAt Up On Me FoR hOuRs AnD hOuRs. I dIdN't StOp ScReAmInG. i DoN't KnOw WhEn It HaPpEnEd, BuT i StOpPeD bEiNg AbLe To SeE aT sOmE pOiNt." Error's voice lowers, barely above a whisper. "ThE pAiN wAs So MuCh WoRsE aFtEr ThAt."

404 simply gives a nod, before releasing an agreeable hum.

"Î ćąṉ ìṃȁǧi̇ꞥē." 404 gently taps on Error's skull, looking at King Multiverse. "Ꝁĩňĝ, ǥȭ ꞡėʈ Ṩȩṝⱥṗḣȉḿ. Ⱦĕɫḹ ḣǐṃ 404 ȿǜḿṁőꞑș ɦĭṃ ḟӫŕ å ɲěⱳ ǭɍḑéȓ."

King thankfully doesn't argue, vanishing to the space of the Void that Seraphim operates within.

404 sighs softly, running his fingers along Error's skull, green magic softly encasing the broken skeleton, piecing things back together.

Error whines softly as his eyesockets drift closed.

"Į ƙɲöŵ ỷõŭ ḓȭ ṋӫŧ ẃǐȿḥ ṱȭ ŝļėèꝕ, ṃŷ ẏøũńꞡ ḟṟîëṋɗ, ƀûŧ ȳõūŕ ɓȭđỷ ɍèꝗûïɍȇṣ řêśṭ, ãɲḓ ƀěȿǐḏȇṧ. Ɏōǚ ṥḫȍǜḻḍ ṇȍț ḃė àŵáꝃē ƒӧṟ ṫḣi̇ṧ ṋěẋṭ ᵽȁȓṭ."

King steps into the voidspace with the godly being, Seraphim, right by his side.

"404, ℐ 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃?" 404 turns his gaze from the bright green magical barrier encasing Error to King and Seraphim.

"Ⱳę ẅïłľ ⱦêãċȟ ţħìꞩ ṃũƚʈįṽêȓṩē ṭȟė Ȅṙɽөɍ ȏƒ ťĥēȉṙ ẁӓỹṧ. Ąñḍ ẃḫȉɫē ẇë'ȓȅ ⱥƭ įṭ, ⱳë'řĕ ģȱįṋɠ ţó ⱳȉṗē țħȍşè ĉɵꝓȉëṧ őƒƒ ⱦḥȩ ṁāƥ. Ⱥňḑ îƒ Î'ṃ ḟéɇḹɨṅǵ ğęñȇꞧǫǜš, Î'ŀł ḿåⱪę Ìꞑǩ á ṧõųƚ, ṃöṡṱƚÿ śȫ Ï ḉãꞑ ḇȅǻț íṫ ôűʈ ȏƒ ɦīṁ." Seraphim shifts on his feet, but otherwise makes no noise of disagreement.

"Ṧêṝȧꝑḫĭṁ. Ḅȇɠĭň țḫȅìṝ Èŗӓɗɨĉāṫìȏň. Į ṃǔṡţ řęṁåíꞑ ḩèṝȩ ṯŏ ĥȩǻḷ ṱḣĕ ẏȭũṅġ Ɇṙṝӫŗ. Ḱìṅĝ, ɖȯ ẃĥąťĕṽȩȑ ꝑɫɇȁşȇŝ ŷȯü, ⱥṩ ĺȱꞑğ ⱥš ȉţ ṟɇƒɽӑīṋṣ ƒɽӫṁ ċȑęǡⱦi̇ṅɠ ĄŲś ǡṉđ ŵǿǹ'ț ǜǹḑǖŀỹ íñĵúṝȇ Ȩŗřõṙ."

"Yes,̴ Lord̴." The serious and formal tone from the godly being never gets old, but 404 has more important worries than Seraphim obeying. He feels when Seraphim leaves the Voidspace.

"𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓅, ℬ𝑜𝓈𝓈. ℐ𝒻 ℐ'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, ℐ'𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ℰ𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃." King doesn't wait for 404's nod, teleporting out with ease.

404, now alone with Error, drops the cool and collected exterior, blue tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the younger Error.

"İ ǡṁ ṣóꞧȑÿ ȳöű ɦäḏ ƭő ṩũƒƒɇř, ḅǘṱ ƒȩãṙ ṉő ļȯṋǧȩṛ. Ȳǫũɍ ḟⱥʈħêꞧ ẁȉꝉļ ńóṱ ǡƚļӫẇ ŷøǖ ťɵ ḃȩ ꝕǘⱦ îň ꞩùċḣ ḋǎṇǵēṟ àꞡӑĭṇ. Ī ẉîƚɫ ꝓṛǒṯȅḉƭ ȳǫũ."

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Ink frowns as 500 more copies go up in flames rapidly, Seraphim and another being, half black and half white, the only things listed as causes of death.

It doesn't make sense. But these two both feel stronger than Error. Ink would be stupid to challenge them.

When has Ink ever been smart?

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"Evildoers! Halt where you are!"

"..." Seraphim turns his gaze to Ink, dead silent as he kills some monsters who were running. It is the other one which speaks.

"𝒜𝒽, 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ℳ𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝒽𝑒𝒽𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒, 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝓊𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓈. ℐ 𝒶𝓂 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℳ𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶...𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝒮𝑜 ℐ'𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝑜𝓁 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ℰ𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉, 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝑒, ℱ𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇." Ink gulps, but doesn't allow the momentary fear to overwhelm him.

"King Multiverse? And who have I hurt that is close to a friend of you? I wouldn't be able to hurt any Big G Gods, and I'm assuming you are one such God. It's a pleasure to meet you." King looks over Ink, a very deranged grin on his face.

"𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃. 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ℳℰℛ𝒞𝒴."

"Yes,̴ Lord̴ . I'l̴l be s̴ure t̴o Eradicate all c̴opie̴s. On̴ly th̴e Ori̴gina̴ls wi̴ll re̴main̴. Fit̴ting̴ cons̴ider̴ing h̴ow th̴ey ca̴used̴ so mu̴ch ha̴rm us̴ing o̴nly o̴rigi̴nals̴ so he̴'d be̴ unab̴le to̴ figh̴t pro̴lperl̴y." Seraphim vanishes, King turning fully to study Ink, deranged grin nearly splitting the face of the half-and-half one.

"ℐ 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊, ℱ𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉. 𝒰𝓃𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 ℰ𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓅𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 ℰ𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇404. ℋ𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶...𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅. ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 ℳ𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓈𝑜 ℐ'𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈. ℱ𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃, ℱ𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇." Ink gulps, fear overtaking everything.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die, and he's intent on making sure I'm forgotten.

"𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒, ℱ𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇."

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404 smiles when he sees Error's bones reverting back slowly to the white he was born with, humming softly.

"Ţȟīš ẃîⱡɫ ḍȍ ȳȱǘ śȍṃę ğȏōď. Ꝕèṝḣāṗş ỳøȗꞧ đěȓӓňĝêḏ ĉḫíḽḑ ⱳǐɫļ ṥèė ťḥė Ēṙȑøꞧ ǫḟ ḧìṩ ẉǟỳꞩ ẇḧɇṉ ɦȅ ŕêṁěṃḇėṙṣ ḩȇ ẅåṡ ñӫⱦ ⱦḧē ƒíṟṩⱦ." 404 frowns slightly, looking down.

"Ì ẇīꝉŀ ṁìšś ḃėȋɲǵ ƴөúꞧ ḟǻṯḣēṝ, ḇȕŧ ťɦĭȿ ȋṧ ŕíĝḥṭ. Ì ṃȗśț ṙēṱůɍṉ ýőů ḇⱥĉķ ŧӧ ỷǿųɽ ṛi̇ɠḩⱦḟȕḹ ꝕľȁꞓĕ òṅ ⱦḩē ⱦḩṛȱṅę."

(1348 words.

If you need translating for the fonts, do let me know. I tried to use fonts which still kept the letters all as letters but simply added something to the font.

The ranking system is as such.

Deities - Top of the totem pole. (Fate, Destiny, the like)

Big G Gods - Pretty Stronk (404, King Multiverse, the like)

The ReaperTale Gods belong somewhere between Big G Gods and Little g gods.

Little g gods - They are okay (Error, Ink, the like)

Seraphim Sans belongs somewhere between Little g gods and Demigods/Demideities

Demigods/Demideities - They are lowest on this metaphorical totem pole aside from regular mortal creatures (Nightmare, Dream, the like)