Zero Stories Left

3 | Errors in your ways

Interestingly enough...even after being erased...even after being void, empty, nonexistent...
Extreme subconsciously... actually... maybe unconsciously... just started slowly recreating himself from code in the white space that most would call The Anti-Void, but that's just a hypothesis...

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The jacket was the first thing,
the earliest piece of his existence re-created from code of the space he was in.
Of course, this took a lot of time. The second half of the jacket has started re-creating itself.
He started re-creating his old skull...and eye sockets. And from that point forward... it generally became faster. Sans seemed to get better and better at coding and creating himself back. The last part of it...being his soul. Well... technically not his, as that one faded away just before the NEW soul a being named "Chara" gave him. He has gotten so good that this was technically and practically the same soul from before...just...somewhat glitchy.
His body was finally fully created.
He fell.
And felt agony, it's like he died a thousand times, that's how it felt.

"Nghh..." - Extreme laid in that position for a REALLY long time.

"Huh, where am I?" - he asked, his full body was created.

He looked at the left part of his jacket. Strangely enough, it was blue? And...glitchy?

"Huh?" - Sans said as he touched the glitches.

Suddenly... he felt like he glitched out of reality, the code, the essence of his being... traversing throughout the entire multiverse and just ending up in...some strange yellow space where papers hanged on strings from above. Each paper seemed different than the rest, one even looked like an eye was looking right at him...

He went around and touched the paper - "What the..." - Sans felt the life-force inside of it.

At the same time... An ink puddle formed 500 meters away. - "Oh, that Error!" - a skeleton with a paintbrush behind his back could look rather funny to an unsuspecting person. - (Wait, who's that near one of the AUs?)
Ink Sans quickly got his paintbrush and shot ink from it. Extreme! Sans was quick to dodge and it hit the paper and the string it was on.

"Woah! Nuh-uh!" - Extreme quickly grabbed the paper, that was now free from the white line that was holding it, and with the other hand quickly pressed on his blue side of the hoodie.

"...He's gone, isn't he?" - Ink made a funny look, before going into an ink puddle again.

Sans just started falling from the sky in the white blank void and hit the ground with a loud thud.
"Ow..." - He put the paper in his pocket, standing up.
But then... Extreme was caught by some strange blue strings. - "What the?!"
He heard a sound of footsteps.

"How many of you Alternative universe TRASH will come barging in into MY Anti-Void?! I fell off my hammock because of YOU!" - the black skeleton yelled.

"..." - The skeleton with red-white eyes was silent to the Destroyer's accusations. - "How many of you I have to destroy so you stop coming? How many universe do I have to obliterate?!" - that sentence struck a nerve in the silent.
A universe...

"You aren't very talkative, huh? Well, I guess that's fine by me. " - Error got his strings on the soul...but the soul started to glitch, black rectangles appearing on it. - "what the he-" the soul's owner's blue orbit started to glitch. It started showing the white text:"ERROR" and leak blue liquid that was the same color as the eye sockets - "Oookay...you AUs always have something to offer, huh?
But I still have you pinned with my strings." Error started tightening them bit by bit and then saw something fall out. - "Hm?"