The Glitch Phenomenon

Chapter 1-Fate?

A battered and bruised black-boned skeleton lay broken on the floor of the white space he had learnt to call his prison. His right phlanges were completely splintered, and his left femur was being eaten away by ruby red paint.

He was Error, Destroyer of Universes.

"0uch... 57up1d 5qu1d..." He sat up, not even wincing at the groans and creaks of his bones. "4rgh, 1 w15h 1 c0u1d ju57 d13 41r34dy!" Error looked up at the endless ceiling of the white space he had grown to live in somewhat peacefully.

Artic strings adorned the Anti-Void's ceiling, most grasping hold of red Determination SOULs, but a few holding on firmly to monster SOULs, or empty ones.

"єяяσя? υн, ıƒ yσυ єѵєη ωαηт тнαт ηαмє... α-αηyωαys, cαłł мє ƒαтє."

Error looked around abruptly, startled by the sudden voice.

"H4! F473, 1 kn0w wh0 y0u 4r3, 4nd 3v3n 1f y0u 50und 511gh71y d1ff3r3n7, y0u'r3 n07 g01ng 70 f001 m3 1n70 7h1nk1ng 7h47 y0u'r3 4 n1c3 p3r50n, 4 n3w v01c3."

He shuddered, wondering about the sick technique Fate was trying.

"łσσk, ı gєт тнαт yσυ'яє sυsρıcıσυs σƒ мy ηαмє, вυт тнαт ωαsη'т мє тнαт нυят yσυ, вяσυgнт yσυ нєяє. ıт ωαs мy ∂αяk sı∂є, мєg. ρłєαsє, łєт мє нєłρ yσυ! ıηk... нє ∂σєsη'т kησω σƒ тнє вαłαηcє, αη∂ ωση'т вєłıєѵє ıт αηyωαys. ı'ѵє łσsт тσυcн ωıтн нıм, ı ∂ση'т kησω ωнαт нє нαs gяσωη ıηтσ."

Error glared into the empty space, unbelieving. "ρłєαsє... ı jυsт ωαηт тσ мαkє αмєη∂мєηтs ƒσя ωнαт мєg ∂ı∂ тσ yσυ." The aura of truth was undeniable. No monster could say it was fake. Every monster had the ability to sense auras, and Sanses, being the Judge of their respective AUs, even more so. He too had once been a Sans, a Judge. Error could not discern a lie from this “Fate” as they said.

"F1n3. 45 4 54n5 my531f, 1 c4n'7 533 4 113 1n wh47 y0u 54y. 1'11 83113v3 y0u. 8u7... C4n y0u 47 13457 7311 m3 wh47 h4pp3n3d, h0w y0ur "D4rk 51d3" m4n4g3d 70 74k3 c0n7r01?"

Error could almost feel Fate smiling. "ıηk, мy cнıł∂, нє cσυł∂η'т нєαя мє sσ ı нα∂ тσ gєт sσмєσηє тσ нєłρ мє. ıт jυsт sσ нαρρєηє∂ тнαт мєg ωαs тнєяє тσ нєłρ мє, αη∂ sнє єη∂є∂ υρ тαkıηg yσυ ƒяσм yσυя υηıѵєяsє αη∂ ∂υмρıηg yσυ нєяє." Processing the information, Error would have stumbled backwards if he wasn't sitting. He couldn't believe that he had cursed Fate's name, though it was actually another person stealing their identity. "Uh... W31rd qu35710n, 8u7... 4r3 y0u 4 f3m413 0r..?" Fate chuckled gently, and Error had lemon yellow tinting his face.

"нυη, ı'м α ƒємαłє. αη∂ ıƒ yσυ ∂ση'т мıη∂, ı'∂ łıkє тσ... υм, cαłł yσυ мy cнıł∂? ıƒ ı'м вєıηg нσηєsт, ıηk нαs вєcσмє sυcн α вяαт, αη∂ мєg нαs σƒƒıcıαłły cłαıмє∂ нıм αs нєя cнıł∂ sσ... αη∂ yσυ αяє мє αη∂ ∂єsтıηy's sραωη..."

Suprised was an understatement. He thought it over for a few seconds, then stated his final answer.

"Y35."

Fate squealed to herself, full of joy. "ωнy ∂ση'т yσυ cαłł мє мσıяα ıηsтєα∂, sıηcє мєg ıs ıηsısтαηт ση cαłłıηg нєяsєłƒ ƒαтє." Error nodded his skull, then started chatting with Moira about things. (A/N: Yes, things.)

————Few minutes later————

"Wassup my glitchy brah! Who you talking to?" Error groaned, and turned around to see the dreaded parasite of the hour. Lurid neon colours shone like the sun, threatening to blind anyone who dared stare at him for more than a second. The word "YOLO" was spelt largely untop shades that were fully opaque, blocking any view of the parasite's glowing SOUL in his eyesocket. "Fr35h... Why 7h3 h3<dge> 4r3 y0u h3r3?..D4<ng> 17!" Fresh held up his hands in the Multiversal sign of peace, signifying he meant no harm.