A Passionate Appetite [DISCONTINUED - UP FOR ADOPTION LOL]

CHAPTER 2: Closure

Error was destroying AUs as usual. He was thankful he went through all those copies earlier, for at least his destruction was ending their suffering.

But, right now, he was destroying probably the stupidest AU yet. Undynetale. As soon as the original was made, he hated it. There were so many problems as well! If everyone was Undyne, why are they even attacking the "Frisk", who is ALSO a Undyne. Well, at least he was destroying a copy of it. He didn't enjoy their shrieks of pain, but their existence was not only unnecessary, it also risked tipping the balance. As soon as he killed the last Undyne, in came the clueless creator, Ink, and his companions Dream and Blue. Blue gave Error an apologetic look.

He even yelled the cliche line that all creators say to all destroyers. There goes the fourth wall...

"Error! It is time for you to stop your destruction! These AUs did absolutely nothing to you, or anyone else! So there is no need to-"

Well yes, they did nothing to Error, but their existence risked everyone else. He hated when Ink made AUs where the inhabitants suffered, but he especially hated it when the AUs were just this stupid.

"yAdDa YadDa. HurRy uP."

Ink grabbed his beloved paintbrush, broomie, from his back.

Let the battle begin.

(Timeskip since I really want to get the earlier chapters over with-)
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"Error, you need to be more careful. Injuries can still slow you down, and I don't enjoy seeing you return covered in your own dust and marrow..."

Error scoffed at his friend's words. He has a high pain tolerance, and the only thing that really affects him are broken femurs.

"LoOk, nIghTmaRe. I'm FiNe.."

"No you're not. You're staining the couch with your bone marrow, and one of your ribs fell off. I'm getting the medkit."

Error groaned and flopped into the couch. He hasn't met his weekly quota, getting his injuries treated is a waste of time. He pulled some strings from his eyesockets and fiddled with them. The sounds of footsteps, shouting, and metal meeting metal is heard throughout the mansion.

"Give me back my chocolate horror!"
"No. Food."
"Horror!!!"
"I bet 10g Cross will get it back."
"I bet 20g Horror will eat it before he can. And, if I lose, I have to throw a knife at Nightmare!"

Regular chaos. An average day at the "bad guy" mansion. Error let out a tired sigh. Nightmare returned with a medkit in his arms, a knife stuck on his back, and Killer hoisted in the air by his tentacles.

"Oh gReAT."

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This same pattern went on for days. Months. Years. Decades. Who knows, centuries? Error didn't know. He never could understand the concept of time.

Sometimes Error would fight all three star Sanses alone.

Sometimes only 2.

Sometimes the whole gang would be there to help him.

Sometimes some of the members, but not all.

Sometimes Ink had to fight them at once.

Sometimes Dream had to.

But, no matter the situation, someone would always end up hurt. Most commonly Error due to his reckless style of fighting and having no care for his safety. Usually he could just tank the attack, but that changed one day. It wasn't just the Star Sanses fighting this time.

They brought reinforcements.

Fate recognized this situation. It happened in so many other multiverses. They almost always end up the same. Error falling into the Void.

She panicked.

"Nooo...My ship!" She yelled. She tried her best to intervene. But, she couldn't alter his destiny. He fell.

This couldn't do at all. Her ship was ruined! So, she tweaked Nightmare's fate as well. A stray attack. He fell as well. A distant groan was heard...

Fate decided to screw with Destiny even more, and she sent in the rest of the gang. It was like a middle finger to her sibling and fellow deity. She wonders what shall happen now...

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Destiny groaned harshly. (666-) She was originally only targeting Error, for he was the one Fate was torturing the most...but then she just sent in the rest of the bad sanses herself? That was just ridiculous. She will put onions in her hot chocolate later.

She had found the perfect universe. A NaJ universe. It even had a cliche Granny G, and nonexistant laws so they all could get jobs. But, the process was cut short...

"DESTINY! YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN IT, IN HIGHSCHOOL DXD-"

"Luck, I am busy! You just made me lose attention of the task at hand. You need to stop watching those animes, I thought you were an Undertale fandom deity, not a-"

She flicked her finger the wrong way. Away went her precious cargo of skeletons, flung into the far sides of the omniverse. They got sent to the less popular side of it.

A simple author was boredly going through crossovers, when she caught sight of them.

"What the hell? What are FGoD characters doing here..?"

She shrugged, and sent them into a WIP multiverse that belonged to her. One based completely off of a joke that all the other creators, authors, and aware deities would joke about.

The Star Sluts.

A nickname used to insult the Star Sanses of the FGoD universes. Especially the ones where they are less unaware, and more sadistic. A multiverse built simply off of that one phrase. The author let out a small snicker, for she knew that she wasn't so well known, meaning that whoever sent them there, most likely some poor, unfortunate deity of Destiny, wouldn't find them anytime soon. She wasn't going to change the FGoD skeletons in any way, of course. Changing appearance was to much effort, and drawing was a pain. And, the best part of all, was that all the characters in the multiverse were already planned and made, their personalities set just right. Except the bad Sanses. It would be entertaining how a skele-God and his family of lost boys would react to a bit more... intimate universe.

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1010 words! Success!

The next chapter will explain the multiverse a bit. I sort of rushed this part, since the old multiverse is usually the most boring part. I can make chapters on what is happening there if requested. Anyways, I hope I did well!