Classic raps his fingers against table, the rap-tap-tap going unheard as everyone was shouting over everyone.

None of this even matters anyway. We won't succeed against an enemy we don't know.

Classic lowers his head, shadows covering the eyesockets of the positively done skeleton. He knows his unnatural silence is catching the attention of several other Sanses in the room, but he doesn't care anymore.

Why should I care?

Classic can't find an answer behind why he should care about this entire farce. He's had his doubts for a long time, and yet held his tongue.

What utter crap.

Classic gets up from his chair at the front of the table, everyone instantly halting to look at him.

"You all are stupid and so bad it's funny." The Precious 'Creator' tilts his head, his eyelights shifting to a question mark and a blue tear.

"Classic?" Classic doesn't answer for a moment, walking away from his chair, knowing he has every single Sans' attention.

"Think for a few minutes. C'mon. We're all Sanses, smart enough to figure things out. Except for Ink." The aforementioned skeleton, the Creator, winces in false pain, confusion covering his face.

"What kind of nonsense is it that we Judges blindly follow the orders and commands of one Forgetful and Stupid Sans who calls himself our 'Creator'?" Classic sighs, halting at the other end of the table, where Dream, the Guardian of Positivity, sits.

"Why do we follow Guardians who should only serve us? Why do we assist them in their goals? Obey their agendas?" Classic continues walking around the table, knowing he still has everyone's eyes and ears.

"I have been thinking this way for a while now, ever since the 'Destroyer' dropped into my AU, completely scarred from head to toe, and jumpy and defensive. Every gesture I made, hell, every gesture any person made, was met with a flinch from the black skeleton. He was also shorter than every single other Sans I've ever met, aside from possibly the kid Sanses." Nobody interrupts as Classic gets back to his chair, leaning forward onto the table while standing, his white lights making their way around, before resting on Ink.

"I happened to have a chat with the 'Destroyer' too. And considering I and everyone else is still around, we can rest assured he did not attack me. And yet. Who was it that told us to avoid trying to engage with the Destroyer? Who told us all he'd only attack us on sight? Who told us to call him and ensure we never are spotted by the Destroyer and also stay away from the fight?" Classic can practically feel the doubt ripple through everyone as Sanses begin to connect what Classic is saying. Ink's eyes go pale and small, Dream portraying worry enough to cover for the Creator's lack of a reaction.

"Classic? What did the Destroyer tell you?" Classic turns his gaze at Dream for a moment.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll pick your ass apart in a minute. I'm on Ink right now." Classic flits his eyelights back to Ink, a serious look covering his face.

"The Destroyer told me his name was Error and he was running from an abusive person who was still trying to get him back by any means. When I asked for more info, he requested I don't tell a soul of the specifics. I will hold to my promise because promises matter quite a bit to us Sanses. But I will say who he said his abuser was." Ink's eyelights finally gain color, red.

"How can you believe him?! How do you know he didn't lie to you?! And how can we believe you?! You're brainwashed by him! You only bring these up because He brainwashed you!"

"He told me you'd say that, Ink. You'd blame him for any of my doubts. However, Ink. As I stated earlier, I've been thinking about this for a while. I've always had a feeling something was off about you, but I never really dug too deep, not seeing a reason to doubt myself, ya know?" Classic sighs.

"Shoulda looked into that from the beginning. Fine. Let's play a simple game. Two Truths and a Lie. And make them one's anyone can guess." Ink shakes in anger, before flashing a false smile.

"Fine. Two truths and a Lie, you go first."

"The Destroyer's name is Error. Error only got the nickname The Destroyer after Ink called him the Destroyer. Error is Soulless." Ink huffs.

"Fine. Yes, The Destroyer's name is Error, and yes, he's Soulless, happy?" Classic grins, the air in the room going frosty.

"See. You just lied, Ink. Anyone here can disprove you." Dream's eyes widen.

"Ink...did you forget? I'm the one who told you Error has a soul..." Ink looks at Dream, realizing he messed up.

"Okay! Fine! Error does have a soul! So what if I gave him the nickname?! Why does it matter?!"

"Because. He wasn't always the destroyer. I'm sure everyone can remember early on in the multiverse, we didn't deal with worlds dying by anything except the Erasure Event. But then, maybe a year after the multiverse was discovered by all of us in this room, suddenly worlds were vanishing due to the destroyer. If he was always the destroyer, why wasn't he always destroying?"

"Because he liked to play with people, duh." Classic keeps his gaze on Ink, the only one debating Classic right now.

"Sure. Your turn. Two Truths and a Lie. And they can't match mine. You have to have new ones."

"Error's favorite food is chocolate. He knits and creates puppets. He has an AU, ErrorTale."

"I did see him knit, and his favorite food is chocolate. But he doesn't have an AU. That's the lie. He told me he woke up with no memory of his past, but when he did find the time to track down the location of his home, his code, it was all gone. His AU had died, becoming the anti-void he spends his days trapped in." Ink rolls his eyes.

"What nonsense. What does it matter if he isn't Soulless? Or if he doesn't have an AU? He's still a destroyer! He destroys my creations! My Toys! My friends!" Ink blinks as he realizes he yet again slipped up.

Nonsense. What a funny currency we're trading in nowadays.

Classic turns his piercing gaze at Dream.

"You're the guardian of positivity and dreams and such, right?" Dream nods.

"Yeap. My twin brother is Nightmare."

"Not important. You are in charge of giving and taking away happiness and dreams, correct?" Dream begins to pale, looking at Classic.

"I-i suppose I could use my magic for that, yes." Classic nods.

"Did you all know Error hardly eats or sleeps? And in the time I knew him, he barely had any emotional reaction beyond negative emotions. He also told me he remembers why he doesn't have dreams or happiness anymore. He remembered a dream where he woke up by a tree, and was met by a certain golden skeleton who said that monsters like him don't deserve dreams or good feelings. When he awoke in reality, he couldn't feel happy." Dream got paler and paler as Classic continued speaking until the end of Classic's speech. Classic straightens up, walking towards the door.

"So if you excuse me, Creator and Dream, I have to go be a real judge and judge people based on the full story, instead of the lies perpetrated by a coward and a soulless guardian."

Classic leaves, hearing the room explode with shouting and arguing again.

What utter nonsense.

Classic sighs.

At least I finally gained my sense again. Pity it took this long.