Glitched Guardian

Chapter 2

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Dream had a headache, the meeting was chaotic and it had started out so well too.

People were yelling left and right, arguing over ideas and suggestions of what to do. The topic that was being heavily debated over was the destroyer.

Looking over to his companion, he silently prayed that Ink would soon put a stop to it.

And as though hearing his prare Ink stood up and slammed his hands down on the table as he let out a shout "Quiet!". It cracked and splintered under the force. The room was silent as they stared at the creator.

"Alright let's go over what we know, alright?" he sounded exasperated and tired.

"We know that he attacks the newer Au's." he continued " so let's start with that".

The originals glanced at each other and muttered before the underfell sans,Red spoke out "why don't ya just create a new Au, one that would be designed specifically to give us an advantage in battle, and make it so he can't leave?" aprovel sounded out and echoed in the room. Ink spoke out "yes that could work." eyelights brighter with new found energie.

Then a voice, that had simply observed till then, asked "But what about after?" eyes and heads turned to face the speaker, it was classic. " Are we going to capture and question him, or are you suggesting something else?"

Red scoffed but before he could reply Ink cut in " capture" it was said with such certainty that the fells, both swapped and not, stopped their grumbling. "i'll get started immediately, rest up, we have a battle to fight." And with that he left the room, and many followed suit.

And dream? Well Dream just kept staring at the door he left by, frowning slightly. Sometimes he forgot how old ink truly was.

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Error's mind was racing, if racing involved cussing out whoever told the squid it was a good idea to start interacting with AUs.(Somewhere on the battlefield a certain yellow skeleton sneezed) Everything had been fine, good even, for the first couple of eons. Then they started to travel between worlds, which would, again, have been fine. Except none of them had picked up their own opinion on the situation, or even tried to ask questions, to strive to find out what was the actual truth. Which was kinda sad if you asked him, I mean thousands upon thousands of supposed judges, and they trusted the first person who came to them and claimed they created everything they know and love.

Back to the situation at hand.

The fight, if you could even call it that, had been going on for a long time and he had restrained many and held them out of the way with strings. Dust was in the air, though it did not come from the many sanses that were dotting the landscape. The only ones that were relatively injured were ink and the destroyer himself. Error could feel that he was slowing down, his magic reserves although were of an abundance, were slowly draining. Which was to be expected, as he had been up for an unknown amount of time, ( i mean come on? Sleep is unnecessary and takes up too much time, food is included in that statement, except chocolate, chocolate is ALWAYS the exception) unknown to him at least and had destroyed a lot of copies.

'Time is weird.' For some reason a strange need to laugh-filled him, which was odd, but again when was anything normal?

He dogged more flying bone structures that were sent his way by an irate Red, that just barely missed him. Only to have to dodge a blast from an incoming gaster blaster. His vision became dotted with black spots. He felt dizzy. He stood still for a moment in an attempt to regain both his balance and his barings, a moment that was not misused by ink. Who took it to attack the destroyer. The attack was made of black paint, the same one he used to create objects in battle.