Undertale Oneshots

Oneshot: Errors Saving Grace

Warning: Oc at play. German words in text. Slightly changing Inks cannon hight to something that's not tiny.  

Here's something to get this thing started. Also, this is not gonna be like my last book. I actually have more ideas, and I'm still deep in the fandom, so it's not like the other book. Hopefully, you enjoy it, and I'm welcome to constructive criticism anytime, as long as your nice about it. 

Requests are open!

Narrator P.O.V

Reaper spied on the Star Sans' as they helped Ink recreate the A.U. Error worked so hard to destroy. 'I guess that means that Ink won't create a new one, so that doesn't strain Error even more with the months of A.U creations that he has to catch up on.' She thought distastefully, 'He's still trying to recover from their previous fight, all while trying to destroy as many A.Us as he can so that the multiverse doesn't get destroyed and what is Ink doing!?'

Reaper felt her anger flare but was trying to keep it in check. Boss can't have her getting caught; it would screw everything up. Error counted on them without knowing it, they had to do this or else Error could die! He is working left and right, bending to Inks every little demand without Ink even knowing it himself. He's working himself way too much that he doesn't even have time to take care of himself. 'Here is the all great protector of A.U.s sitting here basking in attention and praise while the actual savior of the A.U.s is falsely accused of something that was forced upon him with no one recognizing his hard work and is beaten for it every time he steps outside, and people wonder why he has haphephobia.'

Reaper could barely keep her anger in check, it flaring in all directions, her magic trying to release her rage at anything and everything. Something that always happens when she's upset. She tried her best to stop it, trying to think about anything that wasn't about Ink hurting Error. Anything other than the skeleton that was a few feet away, on the ground, right in front of her.

'He's in perfect killing range, just summon that beautiful weapon of yours and kill him in a swift cut of the head.' A nagging voice at the back of her mind tried to make her act. She sometimes hated how Diamond and the others could be in her thoughts at all times and react to her emotions and memories. 'Or better yet, use your chains, force them inside his bones, make him scream and squeal, like a little piglet about to die, just imagine the wave of terror that would cross onto his skull, the way his voice would morph from screams of pain to pleas of mercy, something that you won't give to him, something that he should have given to Error when he had the chance, maybe then our bruder won't be so hurt!' Reaper cringed at what the voice said about Error, but it was right. Reaper felt her bloodlust try and break free from its prison deep down in her soul, hacking away at the invisible bonds that held it in place. She wanted to, so badly, to listen to Diamond, which she finally clarified whose voice it was, but she knew she couldn't. It was times like these that she thanked the fact that she was more logical than emotional.

Out of the corner of her black eyes, she saw the rest of her team, ready to strike. Reaper debated turning her eyes lights back on but thought against it. She wouldn't give up her position just to turn them on when she can do it later. She looked back at their target; that tiny four-foot five-inch little demon was going to pay for what he's done to her schöner bruder.

The men there seemed to be in conventional moods, altogether unaware of their impending destruction. The others closed in, getting closer, and closer, and closer, to our unsuspecting prey. I was in such a happy mood at the thought of finally making Ink pay that I didn't care if we could get significantly hurt as there was Fresh and the Sans of this particular A.U. there with them.

I didn't care if I would let them see the monster inside of me that I kept away from everyone's view, they hurt mine famille, and I was going to make them regret ever existing.

Ten more steps.

Eight more steps.

Closer, ever so closer we went.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Time for them to die.

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Word Count: 709 

Thank you for reading! Have a nice Day/Night!

~Reaper