Of Soulmates and Bonds - Errorink

20. Truth isn't black and white, more like shades (of grey)

"𝕎𝓱Ａt ＡяＥ 𝕪σ𝕌 𝓭σ𝐢ŇＧ 𝓱ＥяＥ?!(What are you doing here?!)" Error glared at Fresh, who cheekily waved at him. Blue came at their side.
"Frisk, Ink, the Creator, he's been-"
"I know." Frisk tapped under their eyes "I saw. But, as I said, what happened is not entirely negative."

It was painful to not interfere. Frisk only wanted to go there and stop Razz, but the Creator's plan (according to Fresh) was to bring both Error and Ink to the Omega Timeline and make them reconcile on their own: Fresh had assured them that this was the best way to fortify their eventual bond, and Frisk trusted him, if only in this situation. He wouldn't dare disrupt the Balance.

It didn't mean they had to like it, though.

"How could it be positive?" Blue dried his eyes, glaring at them, probably feeling betrayed. Frisk had always told everyone who asked that they didn't believe in the concept of a "greater good": there's nothing that justifies the suffering of innocents.
"Nightmare will now think he has won. He will lower his guard. It will help us for the upcoming attack."
"Attack?"
"Me and Dream spent the last week recovering as many refugees as we could. We managed to gather thousands." Frisk allowed themselves a smile at the thought. "All those unable or unwilling to fight have been brought to a safe location, and everyone else is in Reapertale, ready to storm the Omega Timeline."

Blue gave them a hopeful look.
"So everyone is safe? Even the ones in the Antivoid?"

At the word "Antivoid", Error perked up and stopped glaring at Fresh to look at them.
"үσ𝕌 𝓬ＡŇ't ＥŇtＥя t𝓱Ｅ ａŇt𝐢Ѷσ𝐢𝓭!(You can't enter the Antivoid!)" the glitch accused.
"True, but Fresh and Dream can." The child pointed at Fresh with their head, who gave a finger salute.
"үσ𝕌 𝔩Ｅt t𝓱𝐢ş ｐＡяＡş𝐢tＥ ＥŇtＥя 爪𝕪 [funking] 𝓱σ𝕌şＥ?!(You let this parasite enter me [funking] house?!)" Both him and Blue started at the censorship.
"Now brah, dat ain't kosher lingo." His glasses changed from YO-LO to UN-RAD.

Blue's eyes widened. He must have realized exactly who and what Fresh was.

"ι 𝓭σŇ't Ｇ𝐢ѶＥ Ａ ⓕ𝔩𝕪𝐢ŇＧ [funk]Ａᵇσ𝕌t 𝕪σ𝕌я [shooty] σｐ𝐢Ň𝐢σŇş, [radhole]!(I don't give a flying [funk] about your [shooty] opinions, [radhole]!)"
Fresh frowned and the glasses went to UN-RAD to RU-DE.

"That's enough. Yes, they entered and got out everyone they could find, including your brother Blue" the skeleton sighed with relief. "But I'm not here just to talk. As I already told you, we're about to attack the Omega Timeline: if we manage to drive Nightmare out, I can lock him from access ever again, and start fixing the mess he made. Blue, you can either follow me to the safe location with the other refugees, or join our army for the attack. Or you can remain here, of course."

The skeleton immediately squared up, a serious expression on his face.
"What did Papyrus choose?"
Frisk snorted. "He told me you'd say that. He also told me to tell you that he is fighting, that you shouldn't, and that he knows you'll do it anyway."
Blue cracked a smile and answered: "Well, he's right."

"ａяＥ 𝕪σ𝕌 [funking] şＥя𝐢σ𝕌ş?! үσ𝕌'яＥ נ𝕌şt ＧσŇŇＡ 𝔩ＥＡѶＥ?!(Are you [funking] serious?! You're just gonna leave?!)"

Frisk and Blue looked at Error, who stomped toward them. Blue took a step back, and Error stopped. His expression became distressed for a second, then he got angry.

"千𝐢ŇＥ! 𝓓σ Ⓦ𝓱ＡtＥѶＥя t𝓱Ｅ [heck] 𝕪σ𝕌 ⓌＡŇt! ι 𝓭σŇ't ŇＥＥ𝓭 𝕪σ𝕌!(Fine! Do whatever the [heck] you want! I don't need you!)"