The antivoid is quiet, save for the faint buzzing of errors and glitches.
Error sat cross-legged on the floor, glaring at Fresh, who had taken over his beanbag, laying upside down, munching on his chocolate as if he hadn't just caused one of the most headache-inducing confusions in his life.
Fresh reads through the papers, leg-bouncing “So bros-.”
“Explain” error cuts him off sharply, “The fuck was that? Wait, no,” his glitches spike up as he grits his teeth. “WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT???? ”
Fresh opened his mouth to say something.
Error stood up suddenly, pacing back and forth. “That guy is not a regular sans; I've never even heard of his au! One day he just shows up with nightmares, gang-.”
“Bro-”
“-Has a fucking painful firewall surrounding his code.”
“Bud-”
“And now he's demanding I get rid of au’s??! That's my job, yes, but why is he—he literally asking for genocide?”
"Error!"
The error flinched, snapping out of his rant with wide eyes. Fresh stood in front of him, hands gripping Error’s shoulder. He didn't even notice him get up.
Fresh sighed, his glasses lowering, revealing the glowing parasite's eye. “Calm down, you're fine,” he smiled and turned Error around, pushing him back to the beanbag.
Error sat with this, his glitches acting up, error signs flooding his vision.
Fresh kneeled one knee in front of him, his grin twitching on the sides, his right hand holding the papers, his grip tightening, wrinkling it a bit. ‘Really couldn't have handled that better, huh, pops? You broke him,’ he thought to himself. The familiar sound of a computer crashing caught his attention, and he looked up at the reboot tab hovering over Errors Head.
He sighs and swipes the tab away; he snaps his fingers, bringing error back to consciousness.
Error flinched, blinking, and he turned to fresh with wide eyes. A feeling of being cut off from something fills him, but confusion wins.
“Explain”
Fresh’s grin falters. He's really not getting out of this, huh? "Alrighty,” he sits cross-legged. “It's complicated, so I'm going to drop the lingo to make sure you understand.”
Error almost crashed. “YOU CAN DO THAT???”
Fresh leaned back with a raised brow. “Yeah. Did you think I was coded to talk like that?"He tilts his head and snorts. “The 80’s is a lifestyle broski.”
“Just!-” error stutters. “Just explain already!”
"Alright, alright!" he points to the space where the portal used to be. "That was my pops.”
Error blinks.
“My father?’ Fresh raises a brow, “You know—the one who—”
“I KNOW WHAT A DAD IS!” error snaps. A look of confusion is still in his face. “Your telling me you came from somewhere???? Is cross a paras-”
Fresh lunged at him, covering his mouth, pinning him on the chair. His eyes looked around warily.
"hmmP??"
Fresh looked back down on him, his glasses slightly off. “Yeah, you don't want to continue that sentence,” he pulled away. “The voices have ears, and they snitch," he says as he looks up the endless antivoid ceiling, narrowing his eyes “a lot.”
Errors heart is pounding, “What do you-”
"Anyway,” Fresh cut him off with a smile. “To answer your question, he is not; he is something,” he shrugs. "He's powerful, with more authority in the multiverse than you, ink, dream, and nightmare.”
Errors head is reeling, his heart pounding, a being more powerful than the main 4...someone they didn't even know existed. “You... you're lying, right? “His brows furrowed. "There is no way...” but something in him stirred; a part of him believed it.
Fresh raised a brow, tilting his head. “When have I ever lied to you? ”
Error groaned, hiding his face in his hands. Never, Fresh never lied; he kept gatekeepers information sure, but he'd never lie about it; he'd give it to error if he asked. “So this guy…cross?”
Fresh nods.
“Is he…a god? ’’ error asks skeptically.
Fresh rubs his chin, thinking for a bit. “He could be,” he sighs. “Okay, look,” he says, taking his glasses off. His eyes were glowing a bit. “I can't tell you what he is right now, but what I can tell you is that he's important, he's powerful, and his word is absolute.” He waves the papers in front of error. “And if he wants this done? Then we get it done.”
He smiles and puts the papers down on Error’s lap. “I don't know what he’s planning, but there are probably better ways than this.”
He pushes himself up. “But well, never know.” He puts his glasses back on. “Let's just give it a try, alright, Broski?" ”
Errr sighs, “Do we have a choice? ”
"Well,” he offers his hand. “I do, you?...eh, maybe not much.”
Error takes his hand, and Frank pulls him up. “I don't know why I keep you around; all you bring me is problems, and now I have to deal with you, father,” too.”
“Nah, don't get it, twisted homeboy.
Fresh gave him a toothy smile, his fangs glistening. "I'm the one keeping you here.”
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HAPPY NEW YEARS.
-LUNA
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A Game for the Admin
FanfictionBoredom. Boredom was what lead to all of this. Cross, the admin, had decided that he was bored and wanted to play a game with the people in his multiverse. The game of balance. The game of balance between, positivity, negativity, creation and destru...
