Corrupted inadvertently challenges Murphy's law and Sun barely resist the urge to throttle them in response, fully blaming them for how crazy everything is
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SplitVerse
AntiVoid
Corrupted was truly lost on what the hell was happening and felt his brain had broken long ago due to having to deal with any of this, sighing when he heard Error Crash yet again and was pretty sure that wasn't great for them. He stared out at the odd clash occuring in the distance between the utterly insane monsters and tried to think of the positive of no longer being used as a therapist for some sort of psychopath.
He adjusted a tentacle to hold the babybones closer, trying to make sure they didn't dissociate again but so far it was going surprisingly well and they were alert and paying attention to their surroundings, which he thought was wonderful progress.
He had zero sympathy for his fellow Guardians who were trying to squirm out of Error's strings, thinking they could deal with the discomfort considering he was forced to directly deal with all of these monsters and shocked he hadn't been caught in the crossfire yet.
"Do an uppercut, stalker! The neck should be a wonderful weak point. Don't hold back"
...although Sun had gotten rather aggressive in their spectating of this entire ordeal, switching between cheering one monster or another depending on who was 'winning', truly unable to tell as it all looked like a blur of magic to him but the babybones seemed to be able to follow along with no issue.
He flinched when the white of the AntiVoid was suddenly filled with colour, this somehow feeling worse then just the pure white before and quietly horrified at the pure power both monsters had to even accomplish this.
It felt like hours that this weird spectacle continued, sitting in his armchair and wondering if he could ever go back to a normal life after seeing more then any monster should have. At least he knew that Ink was back and even alive so could maybe rebuild this all after, although they were currently about as helpful as Error right now with how they were blankly staring ahead with pure white eyelights.
The Creator had fallen through a portal at one point having a feeling it was due some more creepy magic from 'Cross' and now in a freeze state, trying to talk to them useless and not wanting to know what they had seen to make them look like that.
He honestly wasn't sure how it could get worse, flinching when Sun's head suddenly snapped to his face and gave him such a look of disbelief and judgment he almost felt like apologising, not realising he had spoken aloud.
Sun had never felt so much disbelief in his life, not even when he discovered what exactly 404 had done to his Code or when he first discovered magic, starting to deeply worry if everyone was in fact brain dead.
Why would Corrupted say those words out loud especially when near a Deity of all things, swearing he would be making their life hell if he had to deal with anymore expertly repressing the existential crisis on wondering who he even truly was or how much of his life was a script. Did he even have any free will? All questions he was stuffing in a little box and hopefully never to be unpacked.
He was still hopeful one of his stalkers would end up dusting eachother, betting 404 would lose but perhaps 404 might have some tricks to win, as he was pretty sure they were clinically insane so doubted they thought of magic in the normal way.
Either way, it looked like the two disliked each other deeply so was already concocting an escape plan, convinced it couldn't be too hard as everyone was far too distracted to stop him, doubting the two would stop unless one of them was dusted.
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Dream? Who is that?
Fanfiction'Dream' was not happy. He has no idea where he is or what is going on and now has to deal with the grumpy Negativity Guardian. At least it can't get worse...oh, wait -- Reincarnation as babybones Dream who is not happy at how crazy this new place is
