Loyal Servant (Crossmare) (Rewrite)

Forgiveness Escapes Me

A/N
I'm sorry y'all have to put up with me doing random ass things with the characters instead of focusing on the plot.
(Well technically I just combine both I guess)

I just wanna be like Error with his dolls and make characters interact for hours on end before I have to be too serious.
Emotional development or something like that.

...

This is annoying. Fatal weaved the fragments of code together using his red strings, hoping to create something worthwhile from the fragmented mess of leftover code. It would be much easier if he could clearly see what he was doing. All these little glitches get in the way. He pried at the insides of his sockets, but there was no way for him to properly claw the buzzing errors out from within. They'd blur and wobble, but never truly move. He'd already been trying for too long, the edge of his sockets lined with blood from his constant scratching.

He knew Fell saw his futile attempts, but by now that anomaly had gained enough sense not to mention any oddities. Fatal stared at the string of code he had constructed, reading it in ways most could not. To Fell, it probably looked like nothing more than a sewn up piece of paper. To him, it was the path to victory. "Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful," He purred to himself, running his sharp fingertips over the code. "Those foolish gods won't know what to do once they see what I've made," He cackled to himself before glancing back at Fell.

He hovered above the anti-void floor wrapped up in a tight bundle of red strings. He was sweating profusely, but managed to keep his wavering pinpricks lit and locked on Fatal. He was honestly quite shocked that the skeleton had enough resolve not to pass out from the burning pain. "Naw, don't give me that look, sweetheart. You wouldn't be trapped there if you hadn't attempted to escape... again," He told him with an eerily wide grin. "I can't have you scurrying back to Nightmare. You'd tell him all about my plans, and that's just no fun," He noted, hearing a faint growl come from the depths of Fell's throat. He'd release him from the cocoon in due time.

"I'll need to visit a couple more worlds, but soon I'll be all set," Fatal sighed as he neatly rolled the code up into a scroll. He placed it safely within his coat where it wouldn't be seen or damaged. "I'll head out on my own this time. You feel free to just hang around," Fatal told him before bursting into a crazed fit of laughter. Oh, I just adore making puns at someone else's expense. It's always funny. Every time.

"I won't be long," He promised, snapping a glitchy portal into existence. Just for fun, he let himself fall backwards into the window, waving his fingers at Fell. "Bye-bye."

...

"You're going to fix this with... a potion?" Nightmare questioned, glancing around the spare room which Epic had managed to form into a small laboratory. He must have dragged a good deal of this equipment in from whatever world he came from.

"Nah, I said an elixir," Epic corrected, though Nightmare cared little about that slight detail. The scientist hadn't looked up from his workbench, making the multiverse's most precise measurements for his so-called elixir. "I'm gonna undo our bruhs' combined souls with a not-so-simple chemical cocktail," He said as he placed one more drop of whatever into a small glass beaker.

"How do you know it will work as intended?" Nightmare asked, stepping closer to get a better look at the gray liquid.

Epic gave a relaxed shrug. "I always make things work. If it don't explode, it do the job," He said right as a puff of pale steam came out from the beaker. Epic looked nervous for a split second but soon waved his hand dismissively. "Eh, I'm sure that's fine."

Nightmare rolled his eye then glanced to the side upon hearing glass clink together. At another nearby desk, Paperjam messed around with a couple of Epic's things. Their curiosity was obvious, as they studied every little vial they could snatch off a whole rack of different colored chemicals. They had probably never seen this sort of thing before. Epic had glanced over now as well, and the pair's combined stare made Paperjam glance up. They slowly placed the current vial they held back on the rack. "I just want to take a look," They said in a defensive manner.