Mr. Erratum (Discontinued/OLD)

Chapter 1

Another day, another AU to destroy.

Man, Ink. Have you ran out of ideas, yet? Error grumbled to himself.

He paused on what he was doing and got up to the new AU.

Another copy.

Of course it's a copy.

A copy of UnderFell.

Gross Error thought.

So, Error went to work.

He killed the monsters one by one, killed the Sans and then the human.

He was about close to completely destroying the disgusting copy until HE arrived.

Ink.

And it looks like he brought friends.

Not only are Dream and Blue with him, almost all members of the 'AU council' is here.

A plethora of Sans' and Swap Papyrus' and even a few Alters and Shifts.

But what is bad about this, is that the majority of those judges... are the originals.

Shit Error thought.

But the good thing about this is that Classic Sans wasn't here, so technically, the Multiverse is fine.

As long the originals don't get killed, then things would go just fine.

He just needs to focus on Ink... just Ink.

At this point, he doesn't even care about the copies, nor the AU that he is in.

"Oh I-Inky... Y-Y-You do realise that br-bringing originals isn't going to h-h-help stop destruction from h-happening"

"How would you know? That's all YOU do. You destroy my creations, you have taken many lives-"

"I-I know, I kn-know... I'M the villain, YOU'RE the hero. You are loved, I-I am hated. I get it. B-But..."

"NO! We are NOT tolerating your lies ANYMORE!"

Ink drank a red vile and lifted his hand, as a sign that he is ready to have everyone charge at Error.

"W-Well..." Error pulled out his strings from his sockets.

"We tried warning you" Nightmare's voice was heard behind the big crowd of Ink and his followers.

"It's Nightmare's Gang!" a Fell Sans yelled.

And then, a battle has begun.

Copies have been killed, Originals have injured, Dream is fighting his brother and his gang, and Ink is dealing with Error.

The two were dangerously out numbered.

They were about to lose... again!

No... Not this time Ink thought to himself.

He is too determined to die with his creations.

An idea popped into his head.

He didn't want to do this, but he knew he didn't have a choice.

He went to Dream, getting ready to attack one of Nightmare's gang members.

Killer.

Ink knew how much Nightmare and the gang love that idiot.

Ink knew how important Killer was to them, especially to Error.

Ink knew that if Killer gets hurt, Nightmare's gang will stop everything to aid him.

That's their weakest point.

Ink swing his brush.

Splash!

Ink threw red paint towards Killer, or at least that who he thought he was aiming for.

Error stood right infront of him, covered in the red paint.

It burned him, but Error didn't care anymore.

Killer stood behind with a shocked expression.

Error snapped his fingers and teleported Nightmare's gang and the survivors of the fight back to their homes.

Error then whipped out the AUs code and crushed it, making the AU collapse.

Error teleported to the Anti-void and began checking the gang for any wounds.

He checked every inch of their bones, patching up any type of scratch and crack he can find, even if it wasn't new.

Any blood he sees, he will lick it off like a mother cat cleaning her kittens.

When he knows the gang is in pain, Error will wrap them in a blanket that has their favorite colors on them.

Luckily, the gang wasn't injured too bad.

Just some scratches.

For Nightmare, it was hard to tell since his bodly heals very quick because of his goop, but it is not difficult to know that the king is in pain.

Error then wrapped all of them in a big blanket that he made for them to cuddle in.

The gang kept telling him to stop but Error didn't listen.

Error would gladly show the gang affection, whether they want it or not.

Once the blanket is around the gang in a protective manner, Error gave each one of them their favorite snacks so they won't grow hungry from the amount of affection they are recieving.

After Error is sure that the gang is secure, he teleported them into the castle living room.

Error sat on the couch, watching the gang struggle in the warm blanket that hugged them.