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Error was curious—well, he normally always was. But something odd was happening this time around.
He could feel it—a behavior, a pattern he hadn’t sensed before in his reach across the multiverse. Something—or someone—a cheater or hacker, was taking souls to a place he couldn’t reach. At first, he thought his mind was finally giving up. But when Core came asking for help during one of their encounters, it confirmed everything he needed to know.
He could normally sense any intervention in the multiverse by an external force—hackers, as he called them. This presence followed the same logic… but it was darker. Much darker.
As if the void itself had taken form.
X was thrilled. He usually was when it came to new things. But this? A whole new accessible world at his fingertips.
After tireless ages torturing the same victims and vessels, he had grown bored—so bored that he stopped even bothering to harm them. So, he gave his guardians a new task: find him a new reality.
Exe had matured. He realized how meaningless the human world truly was. Why bother with such insignificant beings when there was so much more out there?
Weeks that felt like years passed, until his most loyal servant returned—with a prize: the new world he had longed for.
“Undertale,” as it was called, was a delight for X: magic, timelines, universes, alternates. It was everything he could have wished for—an infinite spiderweb of endlessly spawning possibilities.
He began as he always did—playing his games. He would jump into Universes (or “AUs” as the multiverse called them), searching for souls to toy with, allowing his imagination to run wild as he created new vessels and worlds.
Eventually, he became aware—aware of dangers posed by others like him. Destroyers, protectors, tormentors, guardians. At first, he avoided them. But when they started to notice him, that’s when things became dangerous.
He could feel it: eyes as empty as the void he was born from watching him; glitchy pixels trying to trace him.
He had never been much of a fighter. But maybe, just maybe…
fighting one of these self-proclaimed threats would finally earn him a place in this world. After all:
I
AM
GOD.
Wouldn’t you agree, reader?
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“Ah, another two timelines down!”
Said the glitch as he stepped out from the portal.
Error glanced around the Anti-Void. He’d been feeling strange today—as if something were watching him. He searched the emptiness, seeing nothing but his beanbag and stolen belongings.
“Ugh, probably that dumb kid again, getting on my nerves.”
He walked over to his beanbag, collapsing onto it like a bag of bricks. A white portal—or window—opened in front of him. His favorite show was starting: UnderNovela.
The title played as always, and the name of the episode appeared:
The Dredgen
Error was surprised. He had never seen this one before—it was new.
The episode began with a shot of Asgoro staring into a dark corner inside his home—too dark to see what he was looking at. The camera moved slightly, showing the silhouette in the darkness. Slowly, the scene brightened to reveal—
“What the fuck?”
Error grimaced.
In front of Asgoro was Toriel’s corpse—mauled beyond recognition, a bloodied mess. Gears turned in Error’s mind. Monsters don’t bleed. And… where were the Anti-Void voices?
The camera shifted to show Asgoro’s horrified face. Then, from the shadows behind him, something crept forward.
Red static flashed violently across the screen as the figure approached. The view shifted to a POV shot from Asgoro’s perspective. After a moment, he spun around—only to see a familiar face.
Sin, this AU’s version of Sans, stood there looking concerned. Asgoro blinked. When he opened his eyes again—Sin was gone.
In his place stood a Classic Sans look-alike, dressed in dark clothing. His eyes and teeth locked onto Asgoro, and he slowly opened his mouth. Asgoro stumbled backward in fear.
Before Error could process anything, a black hole emerged from the Sans’s mouth and swallowed Asgoro whole. The screen went black.
Error stared blankly at the screen—5… 10 seconds passed. The only sound in the Anti-Void was glitching… and his voice, shouting:
“THESE DAMN CREATORS! ALWAYS RUINING EVERYTHING! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”
He waited—hoping for the voices to respond. But no one came.
Frustrated, Error snapped his fingers to close the window.
Click.
…
Click.
…
Click.
…
Nothing. The dark void within the white space remained.
Error was confused—almost creeped out.
What the hell was happening?
“You—! Whatever you are! This is not fun! Whatever dirty anomaly you are, come face me like a real man!”
…
“hElLo, wOuLd YoU lIkE tO pLaY wItH mE?”
Error jumped from his beanbag, spinning around like a madman. But no one was there.
After a moment of hesitation, he looked back at the dark window. Static buzzed from within. He approached, slowly… breathing evenly.
Just 10 inches away—
SNAP.
“WHA—?”
A gloved hand grabbed his scarf, snapping it—and his collarbone—in the process. Before he could react, he was yanked into the screen, consumed by the darkness.
He landed in snow.
Bloody snow.
Around him, guts and dust littered the ground in what looked like a hellish version of Snowdin. He felt around, only to realize—
“So it’s you, dirty hacker.”
Error looked up. A figure stood across the bridge.
“Ah, how fascinating. Seems like you’ve been keeping an eye on me, haven’t you, Error?”
The anomaly spoke. Error squinted—his poor eyesight making it hard to make out the details, but he caught the most important ones.
Short. Shorter than Ink.
A deep blue, like Error’s own scarf.
Black eyes—like Killer Sans.
Red dots bleeding from them.
White gloves.
Gray shoes.
Animalistic—like a hedgehog or porcupine.
“So, what’s your big plan, shorty? Do you know who you’re messing with?”
Error sneered, arrogance clouding his judgment.
“Oh, I sure do, Sans. Error, a self-proclaimed destroyer… a procrastinator beyond belief.”
The entity’s smile stretched unnaturally wide. His eyes grew.
“Why, you little—! I hate your kind. Outsiders. Always so full of yourselves!”
Error ripped threads from his eyes. The surroundings glitched—white pixelated squares replacing reality.
“Mhm… so you are as they said.”
“You asked my plan? Let me answer, though I’ve already won this round.”
Error scowled, waiting.
“Since I dropped here, I’ve felt all of you—guardians, protectors, destroyers. All too full of yourselves to notice real threats around you. By taking you down, I’ll make my name known and leave you all forgotten in a world rotting from my bliss, after all..."
The creature vanished in a cloud of dark smoke.
Error spun around, trying to trace him—until the entire scene changed in a blink.
Blood rivers. Hung, gutted animals. The once-colorful Hillary turned into a nightmare.
Error gagged—the stench of rotting flesh overwhelmed him.
Before he could move, a hand gripped his shoulder—
I
AM
GOD