Updated to not read weird, yw.

There are two kinds of people regarding weapons.

Any Mafia Sans: My gun's name is Marie.

Any of the Bad Sanses about their knives: This is unicorn, this is slashy washy, this is stabby jr...we don't talk about stabby sr, and this is my prized knife named <favorite food>

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Mafiatale Sans: Mate, you wanna get acquainted with Marie? lovingly gestures to the holster of the flock

Cross: holding up his giant knife This is Chocolate! I have other names, Slashy Washy, Stabby Jr, Fire Extinguisher, Arson Charges, and Trauma.

Killer: rubbing a small kitchen knife This is Rice. I have no less than forty knives, and my second favorite has to be Duster Wuster.

Horror: licking his battle axe This is Hu...pause Hummus. Then my throwing axes are Decapitation and Disembowelment. Wanna know why? laughing Get on my bad side.

Nightmare: gently lathering up his tentacles Oh, Insomnia, you're so lovely. I can't forget about you, Despair. You know I love you, Cheesecake. And my favorite, the little runt of the group, Broken Dreams.

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Any of them meeting a Mafia Sans: Hi! Talks about all their knives/weapons

The Mafia Sans: Do...you not know normal names?

Any of them: ???

Mafia Sans: You...name cars and weapons after regular names, like Anne, Marie, etc.

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Ink: Hah! You can't beat me!

Cross: throwing a knife Arson charges, don't fail me now!

Ink: confused, but rolls with it Okay then. Didn't know you had arson charges

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Dream: Brother!

Nightmare: cuddling the smallest tentacle as he stands over Dream Broken Dreams, you do the honors.

Dream: confusion Wait...have you...named your tentacles?

Nightmare: flushes cyan

Dream: Oh my god, you did! Oh my god! You always did this! Nighty! gets smacked

Nightmare: grabbing Dream's collar Not a word...or I'll give you hundreds of brutal nightmares

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Blue, facing any of the others: dodging for fun, the hammer is out in full force

The bad sans: throwing a weapon with such fun names as "stabby Jr" "Decapitation" or "Unicorn"

Blue: BETRAYED HOPES, DON'T FAIL ME NOW.

~All battle stops~

Blue: blushing softly

The bad sans: now incessantly teasing Blue (Killer), or sharing names (Horror)

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Mobtale Sans: The multiverse is insane

MafiaFell: Yeah...these 'outcodes' are friggin weird.

~(Five minutes later)

MafiaFell: God that's hot.

Mobtale Sans: Agreed.

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Enter Error: The one 'normal' one, as in he never uses weapons and doesn't seem to care about weapon names.

The only weapon I imagine he'd ever carry is an ornately carved knife that looks similar to a unicorn's horn. Blue gave it to him after a kidnapping event.

This knife's name? Stabhorse.

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Obviously he doesn't share this name with anyone. Until he winds up stuck in either MafiaFell or MobTale, without magic. He uses the knife to keep people away. Obviously says the name to himself. The two Sanses mentioned absolutely get the hots before remembering "Wait, is this the destroyer?" and approach, because of course. Cue Error being spooked and shouting "STABHORSE PROTECT ME!" while wildly slashing his knife at the two.

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Now, he's not only hot, he's adorable, and twice as desirable.

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Blue is the only one to find Error's absence strange and finds him in quite the predicament.

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Error: Help?

Blue: Hmmm, nah. I'll talk to the bad sanses and catch up on some universes. You stay here and relax.

The mafia/mob sans: happily purring while holding Error hostagecaptivein a cuddling position

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I'm sure the poly eventually comes over to Error's location, but yet again, don't help Error, and actually join in on the fun.

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Poor Error, he's being assaulted by affection and his friends have betrayed him, betrayed him he'll say.

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Perhaps he enjoys it, mellows out. Then Ink pops in, and well, Error's upset and uncomfortable, Ink's confused and chaotic, and the poly is like "friggin leave!"

Hope you enjoyed this random and ridiculous idea of mine. I might flesh it out later, might not. Feel free to borrow it and flesh it out all you want. Just credit me and Catalyst (On Discord, they don't seem to have a watty account/don't intend to share the account)

Good day to you all.