Error404 looks down, as he took him to an area of his dimension...and he looks down at Fatal_Error, who is lying down inside of a bed that he made. He interlocks his hands, as he spoke out to himself.
"This Fatal_Error...he is very...interesting. Even more interesting compared to the one I trained. He has the red strings first instead of blue strings due to the Determination that he has inside of his body, and unlike the Error that I had trained, Fatal_Error can copy the data that he decides to copy, and can paste them, not to mention replicating them. And lastly, also unlike Error Sans himself...he had the power to see code from anything and even prolong. Not even me and Error have these last 2 powers. Copying data and seeing code, this is very unique. But his goals are the same as I. He wants his brother back...just as I want mine back, as well as my world. This Fatal_Error, he will be a very valuable asset to this group that I have made."
Error404 looks down at Fatal_Error, with another thought in mind.
"Since his main weapon is of the Red Strings, I think I will have to use another form of training. He will learn to use some new strings....but first...I need to think of some new strings for Fatal_Error to use. I need to teach him his own set of strings, and not make him copy the powers that Error Sans himself has. Besides...his magic is not suited to do what Error himself is capable of doing. All of Fatal_Error's power is for another form of fighting that Error himself cannot do. They are both very different in spite of most of their powers being very similar, with Fatal_Error having additional power when Error was not trained, when Error did not have his other set of strings, and the Glitch Ray that he had possessed from now."
Error404 than puts his hands on his chin, as he tries to think of a plan on how he can train Fatal_Error, and make him a part of his group. But than...he realizes that there did another problem.
"Error says that Fatal_Error has a desire to kill him. If he finds out that Error is here...no...this is an even worse possibility. Fatal_Error can see code. If he can see that him and me have some form of relation to one another, than he will attack me. But thankfully...he is not at my strength. So...I should be able to beat him. Not as easily as Error, since he is stronger than when I fought against Error the first time we've met."
Error404 than has a stern look on his face, as he knows what he has to do.
"If I can find a way to calm him down, and go to a point that he can finally see reason, than perhaps I can get him to join my side. But how do I pull that off?"
He than puts his hands on his chin again, as he tries to think of a solution. But than...he snapped his hands, and smiled sinisterly.
"I got it. Just need to wear and tire him down for him to-"
"Ghhhhhhh..."
A groan was heard, as Fatal_Error than began to wake up from the sleep that he is in now. Error404 sighed, as he than sends them to another AU, called Outertale, the first AU that Fatal_Error goes to when he first emerged like this. Thankfully, it is an empty section of this AU, so they won't attract attention to anyone that lives in there.
Fatal_Error began to sit up, and look around at where he is at right now. He recognizes Outertale, as he spoke out.
"Why(X2)
Why am I back here (X4)"
Fatal_Error spoke out, as he looked around the Alternate Universe that he is in, before he hears a voice spoke out to him.
"Because I brought you here."
Fatal_Error turned around, and he saw a tall skeleton, at the height of 6'1, wearing a white coat with blue fluffs at the hood and at the edges of his coat, as well as the end of his sleeves. His skeletal color is normal, but there are black lines, and has left dark blue eye and a normal white right eye. Error404 smiled, as he spoke out.

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A Critical_Error...
ActionThis story is inspired by Alphatale. Also, it's not canon to the Alphatale story. Life has been beyond cruel to Fatal_Error. Once a version of Sans, than naming himself Geno, who had been stuck in the save screen for who knows how long, to nearly be...