Reborn As A Dust Sans [Undertale Multiverse]

Ch43 - Error

Errors POV

The destroyer felt no hurt when he arrived to Nightmare's manor just in time to be insulted by Killer. If anything, he had grown apathetic to such things, having been accosted and insulted for so much of his life that it hardly bothered him. Still, seeing the way Killer froze up at his arrival brought a slight sense of satisfaction to the god, a sly smirk crossing his features.

"Greetings, Error. Your arrival was... unexpected," Nightmare let out in greeting.

Error scoffed, letting out a disgruntled "WhAtEvEr" in response.

To him, Nightmare was an enigma - something that, even after all these centuries, he did not understand. He could not grasp why Nightmare kept these abominations by his side, or the way the other treated him with such respect. He didn't understand why the other was so insistent on allyship, on pointless things like self care and family bonds.

Why was it only the famed guardian of negativity could peer past Error's emotional defences, and not only saw the deep well of suffering that blossomed within him, but actively try to lessen it? To help Error? Not even Dream was that kind, the other purposefully using their aura just to mess with his mental state, yet Dream was somehow the 'good' one, and Nightmare the 'evil'.

With his arrival now clear to all in the room, he immediately pulled up several windows of code, numbers scrolling by at a pace too quick for any regular monster to even have the slightest chance of reading. Of course, Error was no regular monster.

He didn't... really need to be here for this in person, but he wasn't about to openly admit to wanting to be here. He wasn't going to admit to being terrified at the prospect of a Creator existing within this multiverse, or how desperate he was for connection, or how he'd been considering throwing himself to the void.

The sudden appearance of Ashe had actually been what stopped him. The voices that once tormented him became silent, no longer tormenting him with their cruel words and constant demands. He was free of them. It was only hours later, scrounging through countless code, that he figured out why.

Killer interrupted his thoughts, though, breaking the silence with an idiotic question. "Sssso what'd ya mean by Ashe being a Creator? You saying he's like paint bitch?"

Error soffed at that. "DoNt bE sO FuCkInG RiDicUlOuS. ThE SqUiD iS a PrOtEcToR, nOt CrEaToR," the glitched being let out dismissively. "AsHe iS a CrEaToR. iF tHeY'rE wItH tHe StAr AbOmInAtIoNs, ThEn ThEy'Re SaFe - SqUiD Is An iDiOt, bUt hEs NoT DuMb eNoUgH tO nOt NoTiCe WhAt AsHe Is," he explained.

Nightmare's orbs narrowed. He seemed to be the only one of the gang to understand what a Creator was, the potential implications. "And you are certain he is a Creator?"

Error actually paused at that, orbs meeting that singular teal one. Did the other truly not know? "I dOnT MaKe mIsTaKeS," the glitch finally settled on, orbs narrowed.

"I still don't get what the fuck a Creator is!" Killer yelled, throwing his arms up in exasperation. "Stop being all cryptic and shit and just explain what the fuck is going on!"

"I, uh, would also appreciate an explanation," Cross added somewhat nervously, attention shifting towards his boss.

"...Creators do not typically exist within our multiverse. They are an outside force that influences the way our stories unfold, choosing whether or not the aus flourish or fall."

"The fuck does that mean? Are you saying Ashe is a god or some shit?" Killer let out a sarcastic remark, frustrated that he was no closer to understanding what was happening. It amused Error greatly just how correct the remark was, even if Killer did not realise it.

"...To condense the situation to its most simple form, yes, Ashe would most certainly be considered a god if they are a Creator," Nightmare finally conceded, earning several looks of shock and bafflement. "They are an entity of... unknowable power. They could have the power to manipulate reality itself, or they could hold no power above a regular Sans, and nobody would know any better."

Killer grinned madly. "Our new brother is a god! Fuck yeah!" he cheered.

Nightmare rolled his eyes, wrapping Killer with a tendril and throwing the tar-faced skeleton across the room. There was a loud thump as they crashed hard into the wall, but Killer quickly returned with that same crazed smile, like a cat that knew it had done something wrong but didn't care it was caught.

Error's expression contorted. "HoW tHe hElL DiD yOu tHrEe AbOmINaTiOnS bOnD WiTh A cReAtOR?" he grumbled. Nightmare was an idiot if he thought he could hide that information from Error - though, admittedly, Ashe's codes were absolute mess, so much so that it was near impossible for even him to interpret.

"Manipulate... reality? Like... X-Gaster?" Cross let out, voice barely above a whisper. His fists were closed, trembling, skull cast down to obscure his features.

"Strictly considering the ability of the overwrite and the influence X-gaster had... A Creator would be even worse. However, I can say with certainty that Ashe is not sinister or cruel. They are more of a threat to themself than they are to any of us."

"Ashe is not... bad. Ashe is... they are... Ashe is... good," Horror spoke up, frowning as he tried to collect his thoughts. "They care... about us. Wouldn't... be like him..." An attempt to both defend Ashe, and comfort Cross, it seemed.

"Wait, so, is Spooky a Creator too?"

"SpOoKy?" Error scoffed. "nO. hE'S jUsT AnOtHeR aBoMiNAtIo."

"Why exactly did you come here, Error? We certainly had not the time to contact you. What are your motivations? What do you plan to do?"

Error tensed up at that, code stilling as he went stagnant. Clearly he had not anticipated being asked his intentions so straightup like this. He didn't have any excuse prepared, and without thinking, he blurted out the first thing he thought.

He cringed at the truthfulness in his voice, the weight of his words.

"i'M gOiNg tO dUsT tHeM."