The boy who met a God

Killing Hope

Error entered the Antivoid and locked himself in it.

He looked around with residue anger and walked over to his main hangout with determination oozing out of him. The Destroyer flicked his arm outwards in an upwards motion as he walked and instantly opened windows to every single AU; no matter whether it was story based or just the bases of various groups that inhabited the multiverse.

The events over every single one of these spots started playing out, with the noise and dialogue coming from each one overlapping. Still walking, the Destroyer opened various windows with sliders and settings on them and kept going with his eyelights glued on them. He typed and adjusted away and let his body flop on his beanbag without even bothering to look away from his screens.

With a quick snap of his fingers, he muted the still open windows and kept typing, coding, and adjusting settings. He worked away for a few more moments before saving his changes and closing the screens he worked on. Just as he did so his injuries started to heal super quickly; the events unfolding on the windows to the AUs following a similar pace.

The Error looked towards his collection of souls and dolls as his charred and shattered bones clicked back into place and healed. Looking down at himself, he noticed that his clothes were as burned as his bones. He grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, only for it to flake off at his touch.

The Destroyer scoffed. "TsK. LoOk wHat theY'vE dOnE tO my JaCket." he murmured. He kept looking at the burned piece of garment with disapproval. After a moment of silently watching the burned jacket underneath his swiftly healing fingers, he came to a decision. "i cAn'T kEep wAlkInG aRounD lIke tHis..." He smirked. "If I'm goInG To tRulY puT My PlaN iN ActIon, I'D bEttEr LoOk mY BesT aS tHeY sUfFer."

Error looked towards the ever multiplying screens just as one of them turned to static and disappeared. It had only been a month, and the moron had already bypassed the progress it took him years to make. Error gazed at a window showing a very distressed Ink going throughout his days creating carelessly. "Heh. LOokS LikE tHe pArtY hAs AlreaDy StarTed." Spoke the skeleton out loud.

He started walking towards one of the biggest wardrobes he kept in the storage part of his endless home with a smug smile. "I'm NoT gOinG tO mIsS thEm At AlL." he laughed as he opened the wardrobe. He gazed at the pieces of clothing hanging from their respective hangers with calculative gaze. The clothes that hung within the wardrobe were a mix of pieces identical to the version of classic's outfit that corresponded to him, and various unique designs and clothing pieces he created in his free time between destroying over the millennia that passed. 

He inspected a jacket that was identical to the charred one he was wearing, but ended up pushing it aside. Error grabbed his chin with his dominant hand and held his waist with the other as he looked at the clothing that he was faced with.

"Why don't you wear that nice long coat you made that one time?"  suggested one of the voices.

"The OnE wItH tHe dArk BLuE Fade?" he asked as a spark of recognition appeared in his eyelights; his sockets widening slightly as well.

"Oh yeah, I remember that one!"

"You mean the one with the golden rim and stuff?"