defect // error!sans [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5

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I clutched a cup in my shaking hands, helping myself to the soda machine.

Mercifully, grape soda gushed out of the pipe and I gratefully gulped it down, licking my lips before going for seconds.

Thank god for this machine. Erasing universes is hard work, and I could really go for some snacks while i'm here.

I stepped over a mount of dust where Grillby had previously stood and took a plate of fries drenched in mustard. Sitting myself down on the chair, I lifted the cup to my lips again, grateful no one was there to notice how much of a greedy bastard I am.

It's lonely, right?

I would've agreed with my mocking voice that I formed as a 'friend' in my head years ago- but, like i said, that was years ago. Loneliness is for the weak, if you get lonely over just doing your job, you should probably settle in a universe and be a lowly commoner like them. Then I would probably hunt you down and destroy your universe.

I heard a faint whirr and I perked up, before slumping down at how absurd I was acting.

I already erased this universe. I am the only being here. All monsters are gone. All humans are dead. The snow has stopped falling and the water has ceased flowing.

I chuckled lowly.

Silly, silly me. Ink wouldn't come back here for another 3412 years, I sealed his rift. I crossed my legs and leaned against the bar, a large, victorous grin on my face as I lifted my cup again.

"Hello?"

I dropped the cup.

I've cleared this timeline already. I know I have. I've calculated. Everyone should be gone. I've done the math. I've dragged out Chara to the other timeline. I've reset Frisk.

The scariest thing was, I somehow recognized the voice.

"Hello?"

My mouth formed a grimace and I leaned against the wall that was beside the door cautiously, hardly believing my ears. There could only be one type of person that would survive my universe cleaning.

"Damn it! Who the hell keeps clearing these universes? Ink worked so hard to create them and now he can hardly find the..."

Before I could think, my hand shot out and grasped the voice.

"Hey! What the fuck!" It shrieked angrily.

I assessed the human like being in front of me. It wiggled and squirmed in panic, yelling death threats and insults.

Check for a soul, buddy. Rule number one. I reached out to grasp for their soul- but my strings simply passed through nothing. I startled and my strings loosened, dropping the human onto the floor.

You've caught yourself a nice glitch, Error. Savour it.

There are two types of defects.

The first ones have souls, like Ink.
They're known as wanderlusters.

The second ones have none, like me.
They're known as glitches.

However, we are both classified as defects for the same reasons. I retracted my strings.

We both don't belong to any universes.

No one is your ally.

The human like creature lunged at me, their scarf flowing behind them as the colour flickered from Ink's brown to different shades of red, before buzzing out and reforming back to a pale blue. I lifted my finger and curled it with an impossible speed, entangling the creature in a series of blue wires.