At Their Mercy

Chapter 31: Interwoven

A/N: Once again, Dev is here.

I've really been testing myself by writing so many damn stories back-to-back but, again, it's my only coping mechanism and has kept me from completely breaking down as of lately.

Anyhow! Now for something... interesting?

Enjoy

Geno didn't think he would have to deal with troublesome neighbors when he had decided to live within Erratum's plane. Sure he knew Fresh would pop in and out to annoy all of them, but nothing could have compared to what was residing just a stone's throw away.

"Hoi! New neighbor!" Geno cringed as the small creature rested its front paws on his leg. Sure the little Temmie they had helped nurse back to health was manageable, but he hadn't realized that it had multiplied so much! "Tem... hap! Skeletons... kyoot!"

Reaper seemed endeared, and perhaps equally amused by Geno's reluctance. Either way, he didn't seem to mind the 'village' being about a mile from their home. He had assured Geno that Erratum would make their home secure so none of them could squeeze in. Erratum had confirmed Reaper's claim and Geno felt just a tad more relaxed by the reassurance.

They had decided to go with a more rustic home to fit the rather overgrown and wilderness theme of their world. Erratum had spent a few days with Geno over their shoulder, pointing out things on Verse as they constructed the base blueprint. They had agreed upon a log cabin structured home, which suited Geno's want for something simplistic and cozy. He had also attempted to explain the various amenities a home needed for them to live in, which had originally confused the god. Geno was perplexed on how Erratum could have such vast knowledge of the multiverse and how to manipulate it, yet absolutely no fathomable idea what a sink was.

"And this is for..."

"Washing things? You know, like dishes? Your hands even?" Geno would have thought the other was messing with him if it weren't for the genuine confusion they had shown.

"Is that not what a stream is for?"

"Errata... I'm not coming outside and walking all the way over the bridge every time I need to wash my clothes or dishes."

Despite how long it had taken to actually design a liveable home, it had taken only a few hours to construct. Geno watched with fascination as Erratum simply manipulated the environment with the help of their various consoles and even directly manipulated code in front of him. Geno had done a throughout inspection afterward, making sure the place was structurally stable considering how fast it had been made. It seemed satisfactory, however, and he had little to complain about.

"I'll admit, that's pretty impressive," Geno spoke as he stood back and admired the cozy little home. "Though I wasn't expecting it to be done quite that soon. I don't have any of my stuff packed..." He chuckled as he looked at Erratum.

"It's easy when you've lived here for thousands of years. I know how to change this environment at will and reconstruct it as I wish." Erratum explained, sensing his curiosity.

"If that's the case, why don't you do that for other worlds? You know, reshape them and all that?" Geno questioned with a slight frown. It certainly would have served to make things easier on a lot of worlds.

"I'm no creator, Geno. I cannot simply rewrite a story and tamper with the universes." Erratum sighed as they frowned. "I am bound not only by certain laws but also by what domains I reside in. While my plane of existence is easy for me to manipulate due to its lack of story, time, and being outside of the multiverse, other worlds don't fit those very specific quotas."