Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

Don't know what your talking about, I didn't disappear for over a year, shush

(Looooord, I haven't been here in a long while, have I.

I don't have a real excuse, but I did realize something about this entire story: I only write this when I feeling stressed. Why is that important? I haven't been feeling consistently stressed for a almost 2 years now. Who knew how bad university was for my mental health!

On top of graduating, I got a job, so I've been real busy, sadly. But, I've been feeling creative again! That might not mean I'll be updating much, but I am going attempt to "finish" this, as well as some other things on Wattpad that I started.

Hopefully I do before I disappear for literal years again, especially right after I said I wasn't done with this book.)

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If there was one thing Error would change, it was giving Geno a sword.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU LYING BROTHER TRICKER!" Geno screamed, the sword held over his head, ready to come slashing down the moment he caught up to his prey.

"NO!" Dust shouted back at him, still running for his life.

Then again, Dust did kind of deserve it for making Error freak out again and eat way too much. You would think, after the first time, Error would wise up to the trick of thinking he'd slept for centuries. But no, even after 7 times, he still fell for it. At least it wasn't making him feel as queasy anymore.

Error did also happen to find this incredibly entertaining, watching Geno hunt Dust around the giant dining room table, safely siting at the table with Queen asleep at his feet and Jitterbug in his lap, also asleep. On the other side of the table and three seats down was Reaper, keeping away so he wouldn't accidentally touch the Pokemon. They had both been sitting there for a solid hour at this point, watching the chase. Error had only mentioned having a sword as a joke, but the look Geno had given him as he asked for it sent shivers up his spin. No way was he saying no to angry Geno.

"CAN'T WE JUST TALK THIS OUT CALMLY?!"

"YOU CAN TALK IT OUT WITH MY NEW FRIEND!"

"THAT DOESN'T SEEM VERY CALM!"

Reaper turned slightly, still keeping his eyes on Geno. "So why did you have a sword?"

Error shrugged. "It's a long story. Just one of those mornings, I guess."

Reaper looked away from his dear, sweet, homicidal mate to look at Error. "I don't think I'll be going anywhere anytime soon, unless Dust trips over or something. So I'm pretty sure you have the time."

"Fiiiiiineee... Well, this morning is probably the best place to start."

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Error day had started pretty normally for living in a house with so many chaotic monsters, sneaky bitties, many Pokemon and a baby hydra.

And by normal, he means he woke up in Blue's rapidash's stable, recently named Sprite due to the fire horse's apparent addiction to the stuff, wearing the cat onesie Blue got him years ago hugging a hay bale. Sprite wasn't even in the stable, nor was any other Pokemon. Probably didn't want to ditch the comfort of a bed. There was, however, another skeleton sleeping in empty water trough, not that Error could see more than a blob. The snoring was a big hint to Error, though he had no idea why he was here and not back in his universe.