Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

Glitch in the System

(Requested by one PattyEnder. This chapter contains references to the anime Cells at Work. If you haven't watched it, it may be a little weird, but it should still be somewhat understandable.

I will be using images from the anime to show appearances.)

Blue had searched everywhere. In everyone's rooms, in the kitchen, the living room, Outertale, the Save Screen, everywhere he could think of, but he still couldn't Error. Where the dark boned skeleton had gone, Blue did not know.

Dust had been following him around the whole time, not asking questions and just tailing Blue, but he finally decided to end his silence. "What'cha lookin' for, Berrilicious?"

Blue blushed at the nickname and lightly smacked Dust. "I'M TRYING TO FIND ERROR! IT'S FEEDING DAY!"

"Have ya tried to message him?" Dust asked, smiling at the fact that Blue didn't actually mention the name.

"YES! I GOT BACK AN AUTOMATED MESSAGE SAYING HE'S BUSY AND HE'LL GET BACK TO ME LATER!" Blue neglected to mention the fact that there was also a directed message to him saying not to repeatedly call until Error answered, or Error will just block him for a week.

Again.

"Do ya think he might actually be doin' somethin', and not just trying to get out of eating?"

"UNLIKELY! IF HE WAS, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN WITH SOMEONE FROM THE HOUSE, WITH HIS BROTHERS OR WITH-," Blue gasped, "WITH THE CHARAS!"

Blue opened a portal directly to the Chara Safe Zone, grabbing Dust's hand as he run through it full bore.

On the other side, he was met with many Charas and their equivalents quietly gathering random items, such as blankets, pillows and chocolates, and stacking them around a group of figures.

In the center was a worried Error, a funny looking Asgore, a deep in concentration Medic and a Frisk who was a deathly pale color.

Realizing the need for quiet, Blue carefully approached the group. "Error? What's going on?"

Error looked up at Blue. "It's Shounen. They're sick."

Blue glanced at the Frisk. They looked pretty weird for a Frisk, like everything was over exaggerated. Sweating bullets, unnaturally pale, green tinge, hell, there were even some little bubbles floating around Shounen's head. "Where is Shounen from?"

"Animeswap."

Ah, no wonder they looked so weird, the entire universe strand of Animetale was just strange. There was no other way to describe it. Though the Undyne equivalents who knew about the Multiverse loved it.

Medic pulled a thermometer out of Shounen's mouth. "39 degrees (Celsius). Definitely got a fever, as well as swollen lymph glands and fatigue. Shounen, how does your throat fell?"

"It hurts..." they said quietly, followed by a light coughing fit.

Medic nodded. "Pretty sure you've got glandular fever, so you need to drink a lot of water and rest. You can take aspirin to reduce your fever and lozenges for your throat. You can also gargle salt water, but maybe do that only when you don't feel like your going to instantly throw up. Also, when you feel like you can stomach it, try eating some soup."

"Is there nothing more we can do, Medic? No medicine or treatment we can get?" the Asgore asked.

Medic shook his head. "It's a virus, so the best you can do is help keep their strength up so their body can fight it off. Don't worry, Shounen will be fine, you just need to wait for it to pass."