A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection

Code Editing, Predator to Prey

Error was bored.

Destroyed for the week? Check.

Pranked the Star Shits? Check.

Game night with the boys? Check.

Gone on a date with boyfriends? Check. 

Had sibling bonding time? Check. 

Read the books Nightmare lent? Check. 

Error sighed. They were really bored.

So, they decided to open a viewing portal and check up on (read: spy on) some original AUs. As they flicked around, they found Ink. He--wait, no, I think it was she--was working on a few repairs to UnderQueer 0.0. They watched as Ink swiped her brush over the code and repairing it. 

Hmm...

...!

Error suddenly had an idea.

A wicked grin made it's way onto their face as they brought up the multiversal codes and started on some editing. They wouldn't initiate it today, but soon...

Their grin widened.

2 DAYS LATER

Lazily, Outer strolled through the Bad Sans' castle-mansion, looking for Nightmare and his boys. 

He found them on the second floor, playing Poker. Only, they weren't playing with money. Cross was betting with chocolate, Killer with knives (no, not his fancy ones), Dust with small...trinkets he picked up in AUs, Lust with alcohol (stars knows where they got that from), and Horror with animal skulls. Nightmare and Error sat off to the side. They were just watching the game and cuddling with each other. 

Outer waltzed over to the two gods and said, "There's going to be a Council meeting in about half an hour. 'S about your destruction again, probably," he stick a bony thumb out at Error.

Instead of grumbling like the two normally do at this information, Nightmare smiled unnervingly and Error giggled deviously. 

"LISTEN UP, BITCHES!" Error half shouted, catching everyone's attention (although Cross was grumbling about how she wasn't a bitch [fucking liar]). "I know how much you fucknuggets like causing chaos and mischief--"

"Aren't those the same thing?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dust. Anyways, as I was saying. I know how much you guys like to be troublesome assholes, so today is your lucky day. Go to the council meeting, but stay hidden until the signal," Error finished. 

"And what signal would that be?" Killer asked with as much sass as a 5'7" psychopathic dipshit can, should, and does have.

"You'll know when you see it," Nightmare said cryptically.

30 MINUTES LATER

Nightmare and the gang were hidden in the shadows as the Council meeting went on. They weren't really paying attention but they did catch bits and pieces--"the destroyer" this and "Error" that, "My dear brother" bullshit and "I only want what's best" yadda yadda yadda. But as Ink, Dream, and Blue kept rambling, things started to change around them. The meeting hall melted away into a forest, the desk. chairs, and walls disappearing. A healing item dropped in front of everyone as a text box appeared. 

ＢＥＳＴ ＴＯ ＰＵＴ ＹＯＵＲ ＩＴＥＭＳ ＩＮ ＩＮＶＥＮＴＯＲＹ

The sign read. A lot of Sanses were confused, but did so anyways.

The sound of glitched laughter rang through the forest.

"A-aS tHE H-HuNTeRs b-bEcOmE THe h-HuNTeD~"

And just like that, everyone was transformed.

The Bad Sanses, who were now out in the open, were changed to become wolves. Some of their regular features shone through the transformation, like Killer's hate tears and Dust's multicolored eyes. Their teeth were incredibly sharp, their fur silver with a few other signature colors. 

The Stars and some other Sanses turned into deer, their traits appearing in their new form as well. The Bad Sanses had never been more thankful for their color palette and the Stars had never cursed theirs so much.

A lot of the neutrals were left alone. They had a few items added to their inventory, but they were mostly pranking items or firecrackers to keep the Stars or the Moons from actually killing anyone. The Sanses that were left out mostly sat and observed. 

Animal grins took over the wolves faces as they eyed the deer--Horror especially. 

Oh, this will be fun.

Error watched from the ANTI-VOID, popcorn in hand. Multiple viewing portals and code windows were open around them. Now this, this, is entertainment, they thought, popping another piece of chocolate popcorn in their mouth. 

Did I create headcanons for this story I may never use or bring up again? Yes. Do I love these headcanons with all my fucking soul? Yes.

Will there be more Code Edit stories? Mayhaps.