Rolling The Colors

Day 3: First Meeting

This is Donated by  KattraKnit I always enjoy there works

=OuterTale Cliffs=

Error frowned, the child huddled on his favorite stargazing spot wondering what to do about the
little abomination he could tell by the codes it was Geno's. He didn't want to deal with this on
his time off but he did want his stargazing spot. Eventually he gives up on avoiding him and sits
next to the tiny abomination.

Goth sniffles and looks up at Error, "oh who are you?"

Error looked down at the kid thinking about how to answer that, the destroyer of worlds, the god

of destruction, the path not taken, your kind of uncle? Finally he settled for keeping it simple.

"Error, I am called Error."

"OH! I have heard of you! You're why mom doesn't have to spend as much time fishing souls out
of the void!" Goth gives him a fake smile.

"Cut the crap kid, even abomination 13 is better at faking a smile." Error puts on his glasses and
takes out his knitting.

Goth lets the fake smile drop and hugs his knees, wings mantling, "you destroy things that are
no longer needed don't you? Does that include people?"

"I clear out AU before destroying them if I can. But if you are asking if I just kill people at
random or because they are depressed then no." Error glances at him. "If I was going to kill
somebody it would pop up on Reaper's list."

"oh... you're a glitch like me do you ever age?" Goth looked up at him with a pleading eyelight.
Fuck how did he answer that one, "yes and no. It is not as simple as aging. As gods get older
we get more powerful but we don't age physically the way mortals do. If you are asking if you
are going to grow up then yes but not any time soon. Gods mature slower than mortals. But
you don't have to worry too much about not having friends your own age. The squidiot has lots
of kids he has forgotten about. They should be in the same situation."

Goth just looks up at him with a sad eyelight, "I look like I am ten. Do you have any idea how old
I am!?"

"Judging by my own little abominations anywhere from ten to thirty at a guess. Look kid, it is
hard, it sucks, and it is never going to be easy or fair. But take a look around you're a goddling
and an outcode. You have a whole damn multiverse to explore and a hell of a lot of beings to
meet." Error gives him a tired look. "Enjoy what you have and don't race towards the end."
Having given better advice than most would expect. Error opens a portal under Goth and dumps
him on Pallet, who is trying to follow Dream.

=FlowerSwapFell=

Pallet stifles a gasp when another kid with downy wings falls out of the air on top of him.

His efforts are rendered useless by the thump and wump as they fall against a tree and its
branches dump a load of snow.

"Pallet Roller! Who is this and what are you doing here you are supposed to be with Ink learning
to control your magic!" Dream scolds while fishing them both out of the snow.

Goth beams, "I am Goth. You aren't mortal! Neither of you! Do you want to play!"

Pallet shrugs, "I was fallowing you because the squidiot glanced at a butterfly and forgot I
existed again. Goth fell out of the sky on me. Hey Goth, how do you know we aren't mortal?"

"You don't feel mortal? I mean can't you tell when someone is mortal? Are you one of the
squidiot's kids Mr. Error was talking about before he dropped me here?" Goth can't help
chattering, nervous and excited by having a peer to talk to.

"Pallet Roller we do not call your mother that! Wait what do you mean Mr. Error? How do you
know that evil manic child!?" Dream turns from scolding Pallet questioning Goth while the local
Sans stays well back, this is a Fell AU he doesn't need anyone to point out death to him.

Pallet rolls his eyelights, "Mr. Error is fine. Rude, cranky, and antisocial but perfectly safe when
not working even Ink says so. Besides, he actually remembers his parental duties and pays
child support."

Goth nods, "ya Mr. Error is nice. He explained that I am not going to be stuck as a kid forever. I
am just growing up really slow because I am a godling! Then he told me there are others and
dropped me here! And he was right because you aren't mortal!"

Dream just sighs looking beleaguered. "The monster that destroys AU is not a nice or okay
person!"

Pallet gives Dream a judgmental look, "An Ink is? Are we ignoring what happened to CriticTale?"

"My mom says Mr. Error is a blessing because he hardly ever loses souls to the VOID
anymore!" Goth beams at Dream but his visible eyelights flickers, red and blue.

Bramble growls, "as entertaining as watching you lose to children is can we get back to making
sure my brother doesn't get killed for his stupid infatuation with a human now?"

Dream looks torn between work and dealing with Pallet and Goth. "I really should call a
babysitter first..."

Pallet glares, "oh hell no I have been out of stripes for years. Come on Goth, I will introduce you
to some of my half siblings." Opening a portal he offers Goth a hand.