Error doubles over the side of the waterfall, raining down vomit of blood and petals; they mixed into the rushing waters and was lost within them. Down into the darkness, proof of their existence drips from the black skeleton's chin.

He knew what this was- Hanahaki Disease. He had seen it many times on Undernovela and he always enjoyed that sub-plot. However, this was not as fun as watching a favourite character weep over their forbidden or unreachable love.

It hurt. A lot.

Thankfully Error had a high pain threshold- he could walk around half dead and seem just fine to whoever viewed him.

Error reaches down and picks up a petal that had landed on his scarf, he gazes down at his scarf... and groans. Blood was such a pain to get out of clothes. But like dust, he knew a secret- Salt.

Salt was a powerful tool against dust and blood stains. Of course, it needed to be treated right away.

Error quickly makes a portal and darts through. He came to be in the skeleton brothers home, in their kitchen. He knew where everything was in each timeline or universe. With the salt tub in hand, he creates another portal and just time found himself in the bathroom.

Here he removes all his clothing items and throws them into the bathtub, turning on the taps and filling it up with water.

This was a dead AU- abandoned long ago. However, it had a bug. Items could glitch in place over the course of time; it was like an invisible monster went around restoring everything up in each house around the underground.

He had even seen it once. Error had been drinking hot cocoa in the kitchen when he heard a sound- on searching the area he found the place had been restocked. The barrier was down and the humans lived their lives on the surface, so why no monsters were here he did not know.

Turning off the tap, he waits for the water to still and then Error pours salt on the clothes.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub, completely naked, staring as blood and dust began socking into the piles of white fine powder. He brings up a hand and stares at the petal.

Thanks to the faze he went through with Undernovela, he studied flowers, so he knew this was a carnation petal. It was white with pink stripes. ... he could not recall the meaning behind it.

Error had been ignoring this for a while now, hoping it would go away on its own. He glances downwards, touching his scar that ran across his ribs like a normal genocide Sans- then brushes against the flower head that was peeking out from under his ribs. They had filled his entire cavity of his ribs, had grown down on his spine and had now started to crowd his inner bones of his pelvis.

If he had been any other monster, he would be dead where he stood.

Error knew this had to be dealt with, the flowers needed to go- he needed surgery. During surgery, he would be helpless and then it would take time for him to recover fully. Which meant it would give AUs time to grow and infect more of the Multiverse.

Error glances at his right humerus, near the top, was a crack was appearing.

The glitch had never heard about it being able to grow on limps... of course, no one had even survived to pass the ribs or lungs, depending what creature one was.

Error grabs his wet clothes with his strings, folding them up into a bundle he opens another portal. Walking through he came into a universe that was still closed off to the rest of the multiverse, meaning the Sans living here had not fixed his machine or no traveller had revealed themselves to the inhabitants.

Error stares at the busy lobby of the hospital- then everyone seemed to notice he appears at once. And soon there was a rush of nurses coming his way, all talking and shouting orders at the same time.

Error screams at them, trying to get away from their hands. He now remembers the first reason he refuses to come, he did not want to be touched. He reaches for his sockets for his strings and then stops.

'*grit your teeth and bear it.' A part of him told himself, he listens to that piece of him and lowers his hands, letting those around him move his glitching form onto a bed. They began firing questions at him, ones he could only half answer.

One thing he realizes was that they were going to perform the surgery right away. Someone places something over his jaws and he felt himself relax, closes he orbits one last thought enters his mind:

'*just who did i fall in love with?'