Broken Grace

Broken Grace chapter Eight

-Nightmare's Castle-

Dust lightly tapped on the door to Cobalt's office. "Cobalt? Can I come in?" Dust wanted to barge right in and check on him but had learned the hard way that doing so only got him more chores.

"It's okay Dust." Cobalt looked up from staring at the things on his desk when Dust came in. "Tell me what you see on the desk Dust."

"The bandana Error knit you to match your clothes when you picked them out and stashed them here, a doll Error knit, and Nightmare's office blanket...." Dust looked sad and puzzled. "Please tell me you haven't been in here brooding over momentos."

"Dust all of these things are either made of Error's strings or with them. Error once told me that magic is all about intentions. That when someone dies all their magic fades away or crumbles." Cobalt looks Dust in the eye lights. "Get the other I have missions for everyone."

Dust stared at the items on the desk sockets widening then bolted from the office yelling. "Guys! Missions now!"

A few minutes later the office was full of depressed skeletons looking for a chance to cause chaos.

Cobalt wasted no time in giving his little magic lesson and pointing at his desk. The effect was electrifying.

"Horror find out when the next meeting is. Don't kill anyone. I want to surprise them." He smiles at the axe-wielding Sans who was surprisingly good at spying.

"Cross and CC I need to talk to Chaos and Core Frisk please find and invite them here by any means necessary. Ask nicely." Cobalt turned his smile on Cross and got a salute.

"Killer, Dust, and Ash. I want you to find me every sane not evil Gaster still on this plain of existence and invite them to a meeting here. I refuse to go down with this Multiverse. We have three months to save ourselves and the few who we still care about a year if I can get the council to make Inky stop creating. So let's get moving." Cobalt hops down from his chair.

-With Error, Nightmare, & the Kids-

The cold, dark alley they landed in, more like fell in, was silent and empty when a glitchy portal opened. The sound of static and glitches filled the cool air before a figure rolled out of it, landing on their feet with a thud before moving out of the way and taking up, a guard stances while a second larger figure performed a similar maneuver.

Error dropped to his aching knees, breathing hard as his head started to swim with memories and thoughts. His SOUL pounding as he finally started breaking through the fog that captured him when the children were screaming for him.

Nightmare eased his guard a bit when there were no immediate threats but kept his staff ready while Error recovered.

Little hands softly gripped Error's face, making his eyelights snap down. Two pairs of worried eyelights looked up at him. "Mama....?" Null's soft voice forced itself into Error's skull. Error choked, all the pain he has ignored until now coming up, and after that fight he knows he has worsened the cracks in his ribs more than once. No doubt Night had reopened a few wounds too. "WhAT....?" Error could not believe what he was hearing. 'Why are you calling me your 'Mama'!?'

"WHHAH~" Little hands patted his face, Void's face a picture of the definition of glee. Error took in a deep breath, pushing all his thoughts away for now. After he gets them somewhere safe then he can think and tell Null that no, he is not their mother. Error looked around, briefly moving a bit to glance out of the dark alleyway. A few monsters and humans walked around, all dressed like they were in the 1920's.

'Shit, Mobtale.' Error can still see the original Mob!Sans pointed his gun at him, and really remembered how the bullets felt when they grazed his bones. That was normal Mobtale, not counting what the Fell and Gaster versions did to him. Putting his gloves back on, Error looked down at the kids. There was no way their clothes would fit in, and there was no way Error can keep to the shadows completely here. Looking up at the sky showed that it was early morning, so that meant there was still time.