Prologue

"Yo, Error!" An annoyed voice echoed in the void. Dragging a color-soaked paintbrush across the white area wasn't really as hard as it looked. If you carried a paintbrush that big around with you anywhere, you're bound to be used to carrying it. His feet were also soaked with paint, leaving trails of yellow, pink, green, and basically any hue of color. Trailing behind him was a look-a-like, although he was wearing fabric that clashed colors, surely to cause an eye-strain. Despite this, both of them were the only source of color in the void. With a sigh, the skeleton carrying the paintbrush stomped his foot on the non-existent ground, causing an echoing sound. "It's Ink! And Fresh! Get your butt in here this instant before I paint all over the anti-void!"

He expected a portal to open, where a glitchy counterpart would step in and give a cruel smirk. Or him to suddenly appear in their backs. Who knows. Ink and Fresh had already been attacked by Error a few times, but all in all, Error didn't go all-out on them. Not like it should be made public or anything, but if you were a Sans, you were the protector of your timeline. Ink and Fresh were no exceptions. As impatient Ink could be and as bizarre Fresh could be most of the time, they were both still a Sans. And Error wanted to destroy anything that wasn't the "real" Sans. As if there was a real one anymore. With the multiple timelines, consisted of multiple versions of one person. Sans was no exception. Error hated any version that wasn't the original.

Except them. Maybe he did try to kill Fresh a few times, but Fresh came back one time with a peace offering, and Error finally gave him a head start to run before he shot him with Gaster Blasters. And Ink? It was a long story, one Ink preferred to stay silent about. And as much danger Error could be to every timeline in the universe, if you managed to get on his good side, consider your timeline safe. Fresh's timeline was too colorful, and Error had long given up trying to eradicate it out of.. fear? He openly cringed at the sight of Fresh, so it was possible. And Ink's timeline was.. well, it changed constantly. If Error destroyed his timeline, he could just make another one.

Ink wasn't fond of Error. Which version of Sans was fond of Error, anyway? Fresh? Nah, Fresh was fond of anyone. Ink might find him very annoying, but Fresh was a great companion or "rad amigo" to travel with, despite his appearance. Fresh preferred to troll Error over the anti-void, mostly when Ink is busy painting. Recently, Fresh had told him that he loosened the strings on his new puppet, which irked Ink a bit. Error usually had all his puppets tied by a string. But the way Fresh said it.. it was as if the puppet was a living thing. How many years had it been since Ink visited Error? He didn't know. So he wasn't as updated as Fresh was. Besides; he loathed Error. Having Fresh around was a blessing. He was willing to do favors for "bros".

Fresh raised his shades, revealing sloppy-looking eye sockets that resembled a black hole, spilling purple liquid all over the place. As annoying as the shades looked to Ink, they were a good way to hide that horrible sight. "Yo." He smirked wider. "I can feel 'em in my veins! Like, our totally murderous amigo is just around the corner."

"There is no corner in the anti-void! Time doesn't matter here, weather doesn't matter here, why on earth would you think direction would matter here?!" Ink hissed, stomping his foot continuously. "Error! Get your ass in here now!"

"Whoa, whoa, homeslice." Fresh commented on Ink's tantrum. "He called us here because it was, like, urgent. So, he must be like, totally wicked scared or something." He crossed his arms behind his back, letting his skateboard slide all over the anti-void.

"Thing is, Error is never scared." Ink snarled. "And if I'm not back by a few hours, I am going to die. And you will, too. Why'd we even bother helping him? Ugh, this blows. Wait. Are those-"

Blue strings shot up from the distance. Fresh grabbed Ink's arm to pull him away from where the strings would have shot him. The strings seemed to move around the area where Ink was, stabbing at the air, before retreating back into the endless void. "Whoa there, buddy!" He laughed. "Duuuuuuude. That was so rad. Like, it'd probably be more sick if those things couldn't kill us, but bro."

"ERROR! YOU FREAK!" Ink was now waving his paintbrush with full force. The paint that splattered bloomed into colorful flowers once they touched the supposed ground of the anti-void. "I DON'T CARE IF I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG, IF YOU'RE ASKING US TO GO HERE BECAUSE OF SOME EMERGENCY, AT LEAST TRY NOT TO KILL US!"

"Chill." Fresh simply commented.

Ink's tantrum seemed to last for a minute, as Fresh was counting the seconds in his mind. That was before a voice echoed. "Oh man. This is much more fun to watch than Undernovela. Blueberry'd like this."

Then something teleported in front of them. It was just a mass of pixels, before they all formed into the same figure as Ink and Fresh. A chubby little skeleton, a heart-shaped nose, and rather big eye sockets. Ink felt the need to use his brush to paint a hammer and use said hammer to break Error's skull, while Fresh still maintained his "rad" demeanor. "Long time no see, Ink. Glad to see you're still a feisty ball of.. something. Oh, ugh... you too.. parasite." He addressed Fresh with a disgusted expression. "I have no idea why you don't wanna visit your good old friend anymore, Ink, but Fresh here is keeping you updated on my timeline-destroying shenanigans, isn't he? Good to hear. That would make things less awkward and much easier to explain."

Ink seemed to have calmed down, though he was still angry. "Nice to see you too, Error." He spat the name venomously, swatting Fresh's hand off his shoulder. "No explanations. Nothing. You know. The usual. I send Fresh in here. You tell him stuff. Not everything. He comes back with me. Rinse and repeat." Using his paintbrush, he thrust it towards Error, if he didn't stop to give Error a bit of time to back away slowly. Error hated being touched. "What have you been doing this whole time?!"

"Aw. You were worried? That's sweet."

"Not that, you moron! What timelines did you destroy?!"

"Certainly not your's. Or his."

"Totally right, brah."

"Be specific! Fresh, be quiet for awhile, okay?!"

"Aight then. Lay off the steam.."

"Fantasytale, Dancetale, Undynetale.. the list goes on.. too bad, Ink. I lost count. It's been awhile since I've destroyed a universe, see. I don't know how long, but the big ones are hard to eliminate. The last timeline I destroyed was actually a big one, but.. it's rebuilding itself together? It's Core Frisk's doing, I'm sure." He waved a hand around. "It was a Genocide Run in that timeline, but the kid didn't even reach Judgement Hall. I finished off that universe myself."

Ink made a "hmph" sound. "Core Frisk, of course. That kid causing you trouble. Survivors of that timeline must be teaming up with others from different timelines in order to rebuild it again. The Omega Timeline has been blocked off recently, and I can't get in there anymore. I think they've sensed that Fresh and I are associated with you. Or they've gone suspicious." He crossed his arms. "Huh. What universe was it?"

"Underswap." Error grinned, though it seemed to be an evil grin to Ink. "Along with Underfell and Outertale, that universe is big enough to rely on nothing at all, and has been building itself from thin air. I haven't destroyed the other two yet. But Underswap? Hoooo boy. It crumbled as soon as I left the place empty! Core Frisk has the Papyrus of that universe with them. I'm not sure if the others are there with them though. But I got a cool trophy." Error's grin was now maniacal. "Come here, I'll show you. Oh, and I'll discuss what's the problem on the way."

...

"We've been walking in a white wasteland for a solid fifteen minutes!"

"Chill brah. I've walked longer than that. Wasn't a sweet ride, though it was worth it!"

"The parasite's right. Everything might look the same, but it's actually different. I made sure that it's as far away as possible, though my portals can open to any place, so you never know.~"

"How does that make sense?!"

"It doesn't, brah.. just keep walkin' though, you'll find something totally rad at the end!"

"Ugh!"

...

"One hour. We've been walking for an hour."

"You know, maybe they blocked ya out of the Omega Timeline because you're mouth won't stop running."

"I can confirm that is right-o."

...

"We're here."

"Finally!"

Error raised up a hand, bones suddenly appearing in a certain area, circling around. "Now, you'll probably yell at me again, and I don't know if parasite here told you about my other buddy." Something started to light in the middle of the circle of bones. It was glowing blue. "But that's fine. My buddy here loves to make friends and it wouldn't be fun if you already knew about him. Parasite was nice enough to keep this a surprise!~"

"Totally, bro!" Fresh seemed more hyped now, even more so than normal. "Like, dude, it's so awesome! Oh, look, look!"

"Huh?"

The blue glow was suddenly forming into a a blue heart, upside down- a soul. Ink watched as the blue soul float in one place, before noticing something on the ground.. dust. The dust was blown by the soul's energy and started forming around it, before it made a final glow and formed a single form; a chubby skeleton, like Error, like Fresh, and like Ink. It was a Sans. But this Sans was wearing what seemed to be gray armor, and a blue handkerchief tied around his neck. But his eye sockets were shut tight.

Error grinned wider. "See? I got a souvenir from the Underswap universe! The best kind; the Sans of that universe!" The bones around the unconscious Sans disappeared, his soul tied by Error's strings. "Call him anything, but only I get the free access to call him 'Blueberry'. Friendly nicknames. Y'know, what friends do. Speaking of which, I-"

He was cut off when Ink once again swung his paintbrush at him. "What have you done?! Is he even alive?!" He waved his paintbrush, letting paint splatter all over the anti-void. The paint formed into colorful Gaster Blasters, which were now aiming at Error, who just smirked and made a fighting stance, summoning glitchy Gaster Blasters. Fresh simply watched everything as it happened. "HOW COULD YOU BRING SOMEONE TO THE ANTI-VOID?! HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN HERE?!"

"Ask the parasite, Ink. He's visited and played with Blueberry before." He calmly dodged the Gaster Blaster's lasers, which were paint. The paint that had splattered on the white floor bubbled, almost like acid. "And can you," He used one of his Gaster Blasters to destroy Ink's. "Just let me explain? Like," He dodged another Gaster Blaster. Eye socket twitching, he summoned blue strings. "Stop."

"Ink, my man, that's super un-rad." Fresh's voice was heard by Ink, surprisingly. With the loud noises Ink and Error were creating, it was a surprise that Fresh's voice could still be heard. He was calmly skating towards the unconscious Sans, stopping when he was only a few inches away. "Mc Glitch is totally on the spot, amigo. Maybe if you'd stop being a buzz kill-"

"Oh, so I'M being the villain here?! I'm not the one keeping someone hostage!" Ink used his brush to paint a path, swishing it so it lead him to where the Underswapped Sans was. "We'll discuss your stupid problem later, Error, the real problem here is keeping a genocide survivor in the anti void when he could be in the omega timeline!" He was in mid-air as he held tightly onto his paintbrush. "It's not safe to stay here for too long without any proper companionship!"

Error noticed that Ink had painted his way towards Underswap Sans. Using his strings, he tried to grab Ink's soul. "No, wait, Ink, don't try to touch Blueber-!"

Ink's hand had only touched the head of Underswap Sans. But his eye sockets shot open, starry blue eyes flickering between blue, red, green, and yellow. Even his body seemed to twitch and freak out, often turning the white bones a deep black, with a certain word floating over his shoulder. "Error" was that word. Ink reacted to this too late, and Underswap Sans immediately shot up, the strings attached to his soul snapping. "P-P-P-P-P-Papy?!" He shrieked, voice cracking. Almost like.. Error's..

Oh no. "What?!" He cried out, pulling his hand away and backing by a few steps.

Underswap Sans then suddenly fell down again, kneeling over one leg to keep himself face to face with Ink. The strings meant for Ink stopped an inch near his paintbrush, slowly retreating back to Error. The Gaster Blasters of both Sanses disappeared and Fresh used his skateboard to slowly slide himself away from where Ink and Underswap Sans were. "Bro." Fresh looked at Error, then to Ink. "For your own sake, my man, do not touch him."

Ink simply stared back at Underswap Sans. "What are you?" He asked, walking forward. "No.. what happened to you?" Underswap Sans stood up hastily and was backing away slowly, his pupils shaking and body twitching. Ink had no idea why. "You.. you're not.. you're not supposed to be a.."

"Ink, back off from Blueberry. It's for your own sake, and his." Error seemed to lose his creepily cheery voice, reverting into an intimidating one. He then looked at Underswap Sans. "Uh, nothing wrong here, Blueberry. Just wanted to introduce you to a new friend. O-Oh! And parasite here came over to play! Isn't that nice?"

Underswap Sans stopped backing away, but his eyes lost their spark almost immediately afterwards. He then nodded dully. "I see." He whispered, but Error could hear. "It's too noisy."

"Right, just follow me. All of you." Error relaxed, making a sigh of relief. He then extended his hand towards Underswap Sans' soul, wrapping it in blue strings. "And Ink, this is all a big misunderstanding, before you ask anything else and cause a bigger problem."

Ink remained silent, still staring at the Sans that Error was dragging off. Fresh skated next to him, but didn't make any comments. Clutching his paintbrush, he nodded. "Fine. But if you do anything to him-"

"Why would I hurt a friend?"

Ink remained silent as Error dragged them off to somewhere else in the anti void.

Error- A maniacal AU-hating skeleton who wants to destroy different timelines and different Sanses, ignoring the fact he is also one. Likes to crochet, watch Undernovela, and hang out with Blueberry, who he considers a friend.

Ink- A feisty artist who can do almost anything with his paintbrush. Apparently dislikes Error, but has a protective instinct towards others, especially weaker looking monsters, such as Blueberry. He is on good terms with Fresh, despite his constant irritation.

Fresh- Straight from the 90s skeleton, referred to as "Parasite" by Error. Wants to spread good vibes. Does favors for Ink multiple times, and plays with Blueberry to help him keep what's left of his sanity. Has a "secret friend" that Error still tries to find out who.

Blueberry- A Sans with a personality of the original Papyrus, but is now broken and glitchy. Constantly needing physical affection and interaction besides Error and Fresh. Will freak out when touched.