Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

What Are Ya, Chicken?

Error couldn't help think that the Gang, as a whole, were a few... let's say a few cards short of a full deck.

"Despite the trouble you get in every time you do this, you guys want to do it again?" Error asked the Gang.

They nodded fervently back.

Error sighed and massaged his temple. Sure, it was pretty fun, but now it was kind of worrying, and there was only so long until it ended up with some irreversible side effects.

So he had a choice. Go along for the entertainment, consequences be damned, or be the voice of reason...

Since when has Error been the voice of reason?! That's Nightmare's job!

"Alright, I'll go get them."

The Gang cheered, Dust and Killer even sharing a high-five.

Error opened his portal, but as he went through, he heard Cross mutter, "You think we can get the Star Crew to join in?"

The portal closed behind Error as he rethought his life choices. Blue would know what was going on, he had seen the end results countless times, even joined in sometimes, but Ink and Dream would have no idea what was going on.

Actually, the thought was kind of funny. Imagining how they would react would be hilarious.

Let's hope Error will still have hands by the end of the night to take photos with.

Error walked through the countless halls of the place he teleported too, the way he needed to go well cemented into his mind by this point of time. Hell, as this point he could probably run the route backwards with his eyes closed and still get there without a single mistake.

Now that he thinks about it, he may have actually done that...

Finally reaching the door he needed, he knocked and entered, not waiting for a response. The room was usually empty anyway.

Apparently not this time, since Sci was placing more items into the box Error wanted.

They stared at each other before Sci pointed at the box. "You after this again?"

Error scratched the back of his skull. "Yeah, the boys got bored again."

Sci took the box off the shelf and handed it to Error. "Alright. Here you go."

Error shifted the box so it was both more comfortable and stable in his arms, before giving Sci a single nod as a farewell and heading for the door.

"Hey, wait." Sci quickly called out.

Error stopped and looked at him.

"I've labelled each with a number. Mind telling me what they do?"

"Sure, I don't mind. If you want, you could just come and watch." Error offered.

Sci shook his head. "As much as I would want to, I have some delicate experiments waiting for me before they-"

A boom shook the room.

Sci sighed. "Before they do that."

Sci tromped off in the direction of the explosion, grabbing a fire extinguisher on the way, and leaving Error to see himself out.

Error shrugged and did just that.

By the time he re-entered the mansion, the Gang and the Star Sanses were all in the kitchen seated around the table, waiting.

Error placed the box on the table, gently. "One box of nondescript potions from Sci's lab, as requested."

More whooping, with Dream and Ink looking at him with concern as he sat in an empty seat.