A Passionate Appetite [DISCONTINUED - UP FOR ADOPTION LOL]

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: The God of Destruction Being Clueless

Okay. Last chapter before I continue on after the cliffhanger for Horror. Error and Nightmare just need some more stuff before I continue, since this IS technically and FGoD story. Also, I just really wanted this title SO BAD. Enjoy, readers!

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Error had no idea what to do.
Nightmare was speaking with Asgore, both of them working together to try to find a way to get out of this multiverse, and back to their own. When did Nightmare even know any of the stuff that Asgore was babbling? He didn't understand a single word. Error let out a stressed out grumble, a couple error signs popping up in his vision.

He reached into the pocket of his trenchcoat (I think that's what it is? If you guys know, let me know.) and pulled out a pair of red rimmed glasses, circular in shape.

"uH, NiGhTMarE? CaN i hAVe sOmE TApE?"

Nightmare turned away from Asgore, seeing the glasses in his hands.

"Oh, yeah. I'll get you some."

One of his tentacles grabbed some scotch tape from a random shelf, and dropped it on Error's lap.

"tHAnkS."
"No problem."

Error taped the glasses to his head, and nodded approvingly at his now clearer vision. He turned towards Nightmare, looking at the blueprints he held.

"WHat aRe tHOse?"

"Blueprints. Asgore is trying to build something that could get us out of here. I guess you could say we're brainstorming, since this one isn't exactly finished."

"...uh, whAT'S a bLUepRiNt?"

Nightmare froze, and turned around.

"Oh my god, Error. I thought we talked about this already. I swear..."

Error blinked in a confused fashion.

"OKay?"

Nightmare facepalmed.

"I swear. I'm not explaining this again. Look, Error, can you maybe...just check on the boys? Usually by now an explosion would've happened or something. It concerns me."

Error nodded. He was happy he could finally do something, even if it isn't much, to help. He got up from the cheap,yellow plastic chair he was sitting on and exited the lab.

Asgore looked at Nightmare.

"Is this normal?"

"Yes."

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Error teleported to Servile's castle, and took a glance around the room.

No sign of Dust.
No sign of Killer.
No sign of Horror.

"uH.. wHere aRE THeY?"

He placed back and forth, wondering where'd they be. Then he realized he only checked one room.

"oH."

So, he entered the next one.
Still nobody.
And the next room.
Still nobody.
And the next room.
Nobody was there, but he found a cool  rock.

Huh. Guess he doesn't exactly rock at finding them.

A glitchy chuckle left his mouth when he thought of the pun.

Guess he really hit rock bottom with that one.

His chuckling got a little louder.

At least his sense of humor is rock solid.

Okay, that's enough.

Error looked through that very familiar hall. He could feel traces of Cross's magic in the air.

Cross?

Maybe he knew where they went.

Error teleported outside the castle, and decided to check Waterfall.

It made sense for Cross to be there. Not many monsters live there, the atmosphere is calming, and it would be predictable enough for anyone to find him if needed.

So, to Waterfall the glitchy boi went.
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Please don't kill me for calling him that.
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And there was Cross. With that Chara. What was her name again?...

Yeah. Mania. That was it.

He swore he saw Mania looking at Cross in a strange way. Weird.

Error approached Cross, and waved.
"hEY, CRoSs, wHEre Is evErYbodY?"

Cross sighed. He knew it would happen eventually. He thought of the best half-lie he could come up with.

"Uh...I think they went to another AU? They checked to make sure it wasn't to lustful before entering. They're...uh.. They're getting Nightmare a present. Wanted to keep it a surprise."

Error nodded, completely understanding.

"oH. OkAy, goTCha."

He walked away from Cross.
Completely satisfied.

"wAIt... whY arE tHeY HidiNg iT FrOM mE THen?"

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End of chapter! I'll do my best to post the next one tomorrow. Also, have a great day and thank you for reading, it means a lot to me that you guys spend your time reading the weird stuff I write. Bye!