A collection of inane nonsense (ranging from Error being reincarnated as Palette to Dust finding a new love for the color pink) circling around the many AUs and Multiverses of the Undertale world. Some stories will be connected; Others will be rando...
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(Warning: This chapter contains mild swearing and potentially adult humor.)
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"Join us! Join us! Join us!"
The ear-piercing chant came from all around.
Classic's permanent grin pulled tight with worry (and maybe the tiniest hint of fear). His pink-slippered feet carried him backward, away from the five skeletons - who were all versions of himself from both past and future - cornering him.
In his own living room, no less.
"I'm not gay!" He cried above their ominous mantra. Thus, causing everyone to pause and stare at him incredulously.
The original Sans amended, "Okay, maybe I am. But I'm not so narcissistic I'll fuck myself!"
An amused, glitchy chuckle invaded the crowded space. "O-h, trust m-m-me, you ar-are."
It felt like cool ice water washed over his soul, chilling it down to its very core. Classic's eyelights shrunk into mere pinpricks at the familiarity of the voice and what it typically entailed.
The tiny white dots gazed past his various timeline alternates, landing on the dark-boned glitch leaning back on his green couch.
He stumbled further into the corner behind him, paling. "Error! Why are you here?!"
"We-ll, I-"
"It's fine. He's with us." Geno interrupted, gestured to himself and the lab coat-clad skeleton standing beside him.
Sci nodded, supporting his claim.
"But why?"
"You know why."
"...No."
The bloody glitch smirked. "Yes."
Classic collapsed on his knees, tilted his skull up, and wailed toward the ceiling, "NOOOOO!"
