Dust was the first to spot him, an angry frown cut into his face and his magic active and barely contained. Stretch spotted him next, his expression mirroring Dust's. And like a mirror, they both morphed into worry the moment that they saw him. "blue!" They both ran to him, having noticed the increasing amount of glitches. He jerked away from them awkwardly as the glitches started to hurt. They slowed, only a couple feet from reaching him. "blueberror..?" Dust whispered out reluctantly. Blueberror sank down with a static-y whine. He felt like the glitches were tearing him apart little by little, misplacing pieces of him - it had been a while since he'd felt this. "blue, you need to breathe..." Stretch tried, but it wasn't helping. He was breathing, and even that hurt! Sprinkle tugged Fury over, the youngest's expression caught between uncertainty and worry. Sprinkle, on the other hand, simply put on a smile. "Mom... It's Ok... Everyone Is Ok Now..." He walked around the others and sat beside him. Blueberror followed his oldest as the tips of Sprinkle's fingers touched his, inviting him to make contact when he was ready. Then Sprinkle gestured for Fury to come over.

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Fury had never seen an error look so... weak. The air almost seemed to distort as blue, red, magenta, and white glitches, and ERROR's overwhelmed his body. It actually looked like it hurt. Like he hurt. Sprinkle looked at Fury for help to fix that thing to fix... their mom. Fury couldn't trust Blueberror, not yet, not with the trauma he'd lived through, but this was a start. Not to mention that if there was anyone he should trust, it was his brother. Fury crossed his arms with a huff. "fine..." He dragged himself over, feeling Blueberror's eyes on him as he dragged himself over and plopped down. The glitches sockets went wide with surprise, and he very reluctantly touched his fingertips to Blueberror's gloves. Blueberror smiled through everything and shifted forward to tale both his son's hands. Fury was half tempted to pull away, especially with how the glitches were fast fading, but one look from his brother, and he kept still. Fury flinched at the soft squeeze his mother gave him before he let go. ("I'm Alright Now, Boys...") "I-I Am A-Alr-righ-ight No-w-w, Boy-ys..." Blue assured them with a gentle smile.

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Warmth built up in Dust's soul, seeing the three together. Whatever anger he'd held for Stretch faded away, seeing Blueberror smile like that with their sons. Dust walked over and offered a hand to the skeleton who was once his husband... (technically still was). ("Thank You...") "Th-Tha-a-ank You-ou..." Blueberror took his hand, and he pulled his lover into a hug. Blueberror surprised him, though, when he was dragged into a kiss. Dust certainly didn't complain, a purple blush taking over his whole face. Someone certainly did have something to say, though. "what the fuck is goin' on?!" Stretch was less then pleased, his expression downright murderous towards Dust. Sprinkle jumped in before the adults could explain, though. "I'm Sprinkle, And This Is Fury! Dust And Blueberror Are Our Parents! Though... He Wasn't Blueberror At The Time..." Sprinkle kicked at the ground. "He Disappeared For A Really Long Time... BUT HE'S BACK NOW!" So many emotions went through Stretch as he looked at his apparent nephew and the huge smile he wore. Then he looked at Blueberror, who wore that very same grin. ("Amazing, Isn't It? I Have Family I Never Knew About!") "A-ma-azin-g, Isn-t It? I-I Ha-ave A F-Fam-ami-ly I Nev-Neve-r Kn-e-ew Ab-bou-t!" At least... not the way he was now.