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Sacrifices

Running into the Anti-void his soul was pounding. He was deep in a panic attack and his only other witness was struggling in his bonds. Error pulled at his skull and grasped at his sockets as he took quick and deep breaths. He had tears flowing down his skull and over his already existing tears, his bones shook and he was an overall mess. It was supposed to be another destructive spree, he could barely think straight after the absolute beating he got from Fate earlier. She only made his decreasing mental state worse but he has no one else to go to. It's the Avti-Void then the Multiverse, then back. A constant cycle of his own

Nightmare had given him something that had his mind completely melted. His magic tried to kill off whatever he ingested and that answer was to self-destruct. His own magic was brought against him and went completely wild, he couldn't control any attacks that completely wrecked the throne room that Nightmare placed himself in. He tried to run and was chased by Nightmare throughout the castle, screaming at him to stop moving and to stay still. He couldn't. By the stars he wanted to but he couldn't. He didn't know why but he just ran. He ran out the front door and with whatever magic control he had; he opened a portal and hurried through looking to destroy universes instead of his friend's house. He trusts that Nightmare knows what's going on and can stop whatever is happening.

He trusted Nightmare

He was lost, confused, scared out of his mind, and in pain. The only logical idea he could come up with was to destroy. He'd been from the Anti-Void to the Multiverse to Nightmare's manor and back again,. Any universe he's been to was soon destroyed and any universe he did arrive in would usually be followed by Ink beating him until he finished destroying and moved on. He was on the verge of crashing and in the midst of a destructive spree he couldn't afford that. So he would continue until his bones were broken. Ink be damned. This entire multiverse be damned.

Scopolamine, causes vomiting, nausea, and apparently causes mentally ill destroyers to go on a destructive spree! Seriously?! The multiverse is empty ENOUGH, there's barely any negativity filling the universes, Error's negativity was really the only thing keeping Nightmare stable. He fed him poisons for that exact reason! The more he is hurting the more Nightmare can live. If he ever got a semblance of thought and didn't want to drink any poisons, he'll just tell him a twisted version of the truth, that kind soul of his would do anything if he's desperate for an escape. His own court knew of the destroyer's reign and they were fully in on the idea to poison the shit out of him, as well as using him as a sort of practice dummy. He was already used to the idea of harm, what's a few more tormentors?

Now he had to catch the destroyer before too many universes were destroyed. He would never admit it but the soulless and unpredictable nature of the self proclaimed protector is something even he is afraid to anger. If there is nothing to protect there's no telling what that thing would do. Those under him and himself spread out to different universes until Nightmare felt a sudden dip in negativity with one specific universe.

The original Underswap.

Moving through the universe, Error killed off civilians in a panicked state, adding to his already broken LV and confusion. He continuously coughed up blood and his ribs and legs burned at every step he took. He made it to the judgment hall where a papyrus stood, in an orange jacket, hands in his pockets and cigar put out. He heard a cry for mercy behind him and saw the sans of this universe. This was Underswap, meaning the roles were switched. He was too far into hysteria to even think twice before attacking the judge, who dodged and fired back his own onslaught of attacks. They fought and Error dragged bones attached to strings to attack the papyrus, also sending the swapped sans to attack his brother. He stopped in surprise seeing the sans trying to stop his own movements and talk to him and his brother. His own breath stuttered and he was too late to dodge a gaster blaster from behind him, sending him to the ground. The brothers argued about something Error didn't even bother following, he just wanted to leave. His soul burned with the strings of fate, the fear of Ink finding him, and pure adrenaline.