Nightmare has locked himself in his office, brows knitted together as he ran his fingers through the ridiculously op coat. Just where exactly did Cross get this? How? Magical items like this can't just be found in some random place. Heck! Even he doesn't have a magic item and he's a god!
He'd always thought that there was something wrong with Cross but never thought much of it, after all, he's constantly surrounded by people who have something wrong with them. But now he's starting to consider that something is actually wrong with Cross, and not in the usual, sick-in-the-head way—Cross might actually be the sanest one here—but in a, he might not just be a regular Sans kind of way.
What a predicament. He sighs and rubs his forehead, deciding to put away the coat for now and focus on the reports from the attack. He hid the coat in a drawer and put an enchantment on it, locking it away.
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Error was peacefully enjoying chocolate in the antivoid when suddenly, a purple portal opened up.
He jumped right into action, strings at his hands.
Out of the portal came Cross.
Error shrieked and sent the strings at Cross, effectively wrapping him and stringing him upside down.
Cross looks at the strings in annoyance and rolls his eyes. “This isn't necessary.” He pulls his left hand out of the binding. “It's not like it's gonna be strong enough to go against me anyways.” and easily ripped off the magical strings as if it was just some cheap paper tape.
Cross then gracefully flipped down to the floor, back turned towards Error.
“Destroyer,” he said as he turned around and slowly walked towards Error.
Error backed away, not even wanting to come close to this guy. He still doesn't know what Cross is, and he knows a lot of things. He's seen a lot of code! Being the destroyer gave him the ability to see the code that built every being, but Cross's code? He couldn't see it at all.
He could count the number of people whose code he couldn't see on one finger. First is Core, but their code is broken, unreadable to the point that it's a miracle they're even alive. Second is Fresh, whose code is near non-existent, he can't even tell which is the host’s and which is the parasite. And now…Cross, whose code, every time he checked, only showed a warning and a notice that he doesn't have the power to even see the code.
Cross is a powerful being, even stronger than him. Even if he doesn't know who Cross is or what Cross is, he knows one thing.
He doesn't want anything to do with him.
“W-what d-do you want?” He stuttered through his glitches.
“Calm down, Destroyer,” Cross said with a smile. “Just came to give you some work, that's all.” He pulled out a novel-sized stack of papers and dropped them on Error's bean bag.
Error, intrigued but suspicious, used his strings to pick up the stack of papers. He flipped through them cautiously. “These are… AU’s?” He asked in confusion.
“Yes,” Cross nodded. “And I want them gone by next week.”
What. Error felt his brain lag. What?
“Isn't this too much, yo?” A voice spoke up behind Error, making him flinch and back off as he turned to the voice.
“F-Fresh?!”
“Yo!” Fresh waved, his glasses switching from its default YOLO to HEY YO!.
“W-what aRe y-you doing—” he glanced at Cross, “y-you should leave—now—it's”
“Fresh!” Cross smiled. “Good, you're here.” He placed a hand on his hip and gestured to Error. “I was just talking to your doll over here.”
Fresh snorts. “Nah, pops—Glitchy is my friend!”
Pops???
Cross nodded and waved dismissively. “Sure, sure, anyways…” he looked back at Error. “I want those AU’s gone by next week. Fresh—” he snapped his fingers. “You may help if you wish. I don't care how you get rid of them, just do it.” He scratched his cheek. “And do it fast, have some mercy and end their suffering quickly.”
“What are you planning, pops?” Fresh asked as Cross turned around to go back to the portal.
Cross glanced back. “A multiversal cleanup.”
And with that statement, Cross was gone.
A reboot sign appeared on top of Error's head, and Fresh slowly took the papers from his friend's hands and sat down on the antivoid floor to go through them as he waited for Error to reboot.
Fresh frowned at the amount of papers. Damn, this was going to be a lot of work, but it'll be fun. He smiles. Pops usually has some kind of reward after a big job like this, so he wonders what they might get. Maybe he'll finally get that teleporting ball pit he's been asking for? Maybe he'll make Error an AU to live in rather than just keeping him on the other side of the Xtale void.
The antivoid, after all, is just an extension of the Xtale void, so technically, Error is just living on the other side of Cross’s office.
Error finished rebooting and immediately went for the attack. He wrapped Fresh up in his strings and hung him upside down like he did with Cross. “WHAT WAS THAT??!” He pointed to where Cross’s portal used to be.
Fresh’s glasses switched to OO-OH. “Guess I have some explaining to do, huh, broski?”
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