Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

Dabbles, Just So I Can Update

Classic was enjoying a quiet day at home, drinking some ketchup as he walked .

The human hadn't fallen yet, after resetting Undertale again because of the end of a pacifist run. Hopefully, this one would be the true pacifist run and they would get to spend more than a couple of day on the surface this time.

Papyrus was out training with Undyne, even though his bro was now aware and knew he would never get to join the royal guard. Now, he and Undyne sparred for the fun of it and to keep up appearances for those who were unaware in the universe.

In a couple of hours, he would go to the door to the ruins and chat with Tori for a bit. He had some new puns to try out that were sure to make her laugh.

It was definitely a quiet, normal day.

Error, Blue, Stretch and Nightmare fell out of a portal that appeared near the ceiling, right onto the poor, worn out and now possibly broken couch Classic had been meaning to replace.

Somehow, they had managed to do it in a way that meant that Error, Nightmare and Blue were siting normally, but were using Stretch as butt cushions as he landed face first on the couch.

The three Sanses turned and faced Classic in sync and said "'Sup, Classic."

Somehow, Classic was reminded of those clown machines that turn their heads at carnivals with the way they had just moved. "'Sup, yourselves. So, what'cha doin' here?"

Error shrugged. "Any multiversal jump will send you either to a random place, a place designed to be jumped to, or the original universe. It's just the way the void works, apparently."

"Is that why you guys just suddenly appeared in my bathtub last month?" Classic asked.

"Yup."

"Well, thanks for comin' clean." Classic said with a wink.

Blue snorted and shook his head. "That was just a stretch, Classic."

Stretch groaned underneath them as the Sanses all laughed.

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Day 126 in the closet.

All hopes of freedom have been lost.

Instead, I have embraced my role as a closet dweller.

This place is my home, my refugee and my existence now, and nothing wi-

The door was opened, a Dream and a Cross standing there, blinking in surprise.

The Dream snapped back into reality first and proceeded to undo the ropes binding me. "Error, are you okay?! Who locked you in there?!"

Cross was just confused. "Why are you covered in confetti and dust?"

The gag was finally remove from my mouth, allowing me to speak. "ThI-Is iS My clOs-SeT! SSSSSSSsssSsSssSSsSSSSsS."

I pushed the Dream out and slammed the closet door shut, plunging myself into the darkness of my precious, perfect closet.

The Cross's muffled voice came through the closed door. "What on- wait, Error?! But if your there, who the hell is in the closet?!"

"He's still in there? I thought he would have escaped by now."

"Well, Dream just undid all his bindings, but he refused to actually get out."

"He even hissed at me! I was just trying to help!"

"Give me a moment..."

The doors flew open again, this time with Interface standing there, looking slightly annoyed.