Andlátkyn; Vandr Sanses unin Alagaësia

Error Being a Relatable Bean

The famed Destroyer of AU's, skeleton of black bones and red sockets, the legendary Puppeteer with his indestructible strings of magic, now known under the new titles of the forced god of destruction, Deathweaver, god of the ends and new beginnings, and as such, said god was usually seen with an aloof, somewhat irritable but understanding personality.

So it was quite a remarkable surprise for many to find the next morning that not only was he all smiles- something typically considered a rarity to witness- but his bones were bare of any darkness, instead colored in near oversaturation of several glowing colors, carrying a child in his arms.

Among the first to discover this absolutely ecstatic destroyer was Alter, who had been chatting with Gaster as they strolled through the camp. He noticed a familiar yet unfamiliar greyish skull first, bobbing above some of the lower tents rather jovially.

He hesitated, Gaster pausing beside him as both noticed and realized the stranger was headed their way.

Then both were shocked to realize that this person was Error, carrying something in his arms with a huge grin that was so strange to see on him. It was full of love and an almost childlike excitement.
He spotted them, striding over quickly on his long legs.
It became glaringly obvious that he was carrying a child.

"Look at my son." He proclaimed to them proudly, holding the strange infant out to them a little.
"Look at him, he's so embarrassed."

Gaster snorted explosively as the last comment set in, for indeed, the slightly grey-boned child was entirely flushed a fuchsia hue, pouting slightly as he avoided meeting their gazes.

"This is your son?" Alter asked somewhat hesitantly, still surprised by the other's giddiness. Error nodded, smiling down at the little one warmly. "Fresh never understood embarrassment, so I'm taking it upon myself to show him to every last person who will see him by the end of today."

Here, Alter hesitated, remembering that name as Gaster spoke up.
"Isn't that a little extreme? He needs a moment if he doesn't like it that much."
"Oh no, he secretly loves it. He just doesn't get it yet." Error chuckled, nuzzling the back of the child's skull, the little one lifting an arm to push at him indignantly.

"Oh! He has four arms! Is he part insect?" Alter asked, blinking at the somewhat insectoid secondary hands.
Error shrugged amiably. "More likely arachnid, like me." He swiped a few strings from his face before they melted back into the tear marks.
"But he's so adorable. I was worried he'd look so much like me it'd scare others, but now he's the cutest thing I've ever held!" His eyelights briefly turned into stars as he beamed down.

Alter quietly awed at the two of them, impressed by the cuteness the destroyer displayed as well. The child grumbled, pushing him away and looking to the others with a helpless plea in his lights. Error snickered at his flailing and hugged him close again.
The babybones sighed, going limp.

"You know, you look quite precious yourself with him." Alter dared to say. Error blinked up at him, confused.
"In what way am I remotely cute? I'm unsightly."

"You call that unsightly?" Gaster scoffed. "Your scars hardly change your face at all, meanwhile mine are practically my defining feature. Apart from my body. Look at me; I am one with the Void. You, on the other hand, are a wonderfully exotic being. I've never seen a monster so bright and colorful, and I daresay those scars tell a lot about your character."

Error blinked a few times, a faint bluish blush on his cheekbones. Then he shook his skull. "I'm hardly anything worth enough. I'm a neon sign of scars."
Gaster again scoffed. "And I don't even have bones anymore. I'm a slime. Tell me, is there anything appealing about slime to any race that isn't a Moldsmol?"