This story is - and made - on Wattpad. It belongs to me.

I just made this for fun to be honest, mostly for humors sake really. I really wanted a Error that never cared that he was dragged into the Anti-Void, actually enjoying it, and then he does something impulsive that spirals out of control. You never see a Error that is chill about what has happened to him - for a good reason I admit - so I decided to make one. But don't worry there is a plot in this, but it is probably not going to be as dramatic as my other stories. But I may change that later on for all I know.

I also wanted to make a harem fic, as I have never done one. This is a challenge for myself to see if I can do it.

I wanted to make one where Error just doesn't care. The original Error was angry and destroyed as the Voices screamed at him. I like to think he cared so much for his own home that when he saw it twisted into something else by Ink, plus being in the Anti-Void for god knows how long, made him snap. He become the destroyer and fought against Ink for the future of the AU's.

This Error literally gives zero shits and no fucks that he has been dragged from his universe to the Anti-Void, or that there are tons of different AU's, mostly because he doesn't remember said Universe. In his mind he thinks 'Why care for something I can't remember?'. His memory is spotty at best. Like for example, he can remember what a cherry looks like and is called, but not what it is for or what exactly it is. He remembers how to knit, sew, and crochet, but can't remember how he learned it. Things like that. He never became the destroyer, he never left or feels that much anger to become that.

So Nightmare has taken that spot, but not as the destroyer. He and his group fight off against Ink's for control of the Multiverse. But that doesn't mean the AU's are not threaten by him.

This Error is not like Error in my story 'Twisted', or as broken as my other Error either in 'Healing What Has Been Broken'. He is like a mix of them - With Twisted!Error's naive, always having his hood up, obliviousness, and not knowing a lot or having any social skills. And With HWHBB!Error's height, strength, and just being so done with everything. - but with a lot of apathy, laziness, general lack of common sense, and not caring thrown in making him a whole new kind of Error. This Error does what he wants and has no care if you like it or not.

I like calling this version of Error, Static. Because he is just so apathetic. I like calling HWHBB!Error Erratum, those that have read FiaDD know this, and forTwisted!Error I like to call Glitchy or just plain Twisted. I won't be calling him Static in the story, but I thought this was a fun little thing to put in here.

He knows about his magic and how to make portals, but he has no need to leave in his mind. He actually likes the Anti-Void, he also likes roasting the Voices and teasing them back when they scream at him. He considers them friends even as they scream horrible things at him. But the Voices have become fond of him in their own way because of this.

His Portals are more of a one way thing - like a one way mirror - at the beginning. He can see them, hear them and such, but they can't see him. They can't even see the portal, only what he lets out of the portal.

One day he gets bored, so as he is playing with his strings he accidentally saves a Monster before he realizes what he has done as the noise startled him. To the Monsters on the other side, it is like the Strings came from no where to save them. Error later decides he likes messing around with the main story, so he continues to do so. Soon he is messing with Monsters and humans in all kinds of AU's, helping them, saving them, tricking and messing with them, or even taking some items that caught his eyes right before their eyes. - Making them go wide eyed at first because all they see are the blue strings wrapping around the item, then lifting it up - to the sky or ceiling - and leaving out of no where. Later they just shrug it off with a smile or huff. -

Soon all the Monsters begin to take notice of the Blue Strings, and come to enjoy and love it when it comes by. They are confused by the string, but it is helpful. But everyone has a hunch that there is someone at the other end of the string even if they can't see it. They'll leave things for the string to take, which Error does because he is curious.

He has no need to eat, but he tries to anyway if he has seen others eat it before. He keeps the gifts in one pile and what he makes in another. When the pile of things he has made gets to big, he'll give them to random Monsters, who take them as if they were given to them by their hero.

Error has no idea this is going on, he is just having fun playing around. But one day a Monster is about to be dusted, and Error reacted without thinking when the Monster calls for help - Or more accurately calls for the Blue Strings to help him. - He knew his string would not be able to save the Monster, so he just reacted for some reason unknown to him. The next thing Error knows is that he is in front of the Monster, saving them.

Now everyone knows who is the one on the other end of the string, and mass misunderstandings and misadventures happen soon after. Because now everyone wants to meet Error, and soon Nightmare - who wants to be the one to control the whole Multiverse - and Ink -The creator - want Error on their own side in their war after hearing about him and meeting him.

Error is confused while Monster's call him a God. He has no idea what is going on as he has no social skills, he doesn't even know what a God is. He has no frame of reference nor does he care to. It doesn't take long for many to fall in love with him and want his attention much to his confusion. Luckily he is oblivious on so many levels that it is almost not funny.

Error wants none of that and just wants to go back to his little piece of the Anti-Void with the Voices screaming at him. He knew he should have listened to them when he called it a stupid idea to mess with the AU's.

All Sanses and Papyruses - or the ones taking their place in the AU. but even then the Sanses and Papyruses have a vague idea about it. - remember Resets and know about the AU's. There are no copies of AU's like in my other stories if you have read them.

-Chapter Start-

Nothing but white made up the whole place, almost blinding to look at. Voices whispering and yelling out nonstop that only certain people can hear. It would drive any normal person mad with insanity to be stuck in there alone for more then one day.

It was a good thing he is not at all a normal Monster, Error loved it all. The Whiteness gave out a calm that he liked while he laid on his makeshift hammock made out of his blue strings. The Voices provided entertainment and someone to talk to. All in all Error figured he was set for life.

Error doesn't remember how he came to this place, or where he was before the White - or what the Voices call the Anti-Void - but he has grown to love it and find comfort in it. What was the point in missing something you have forgotten? There is no need to waste that kind of effort. Error would rather just lay in his hammock and sleep.

The tall multi-colored skeleton did not understand the AU's outside the White, why the fought or why they did certain things. He could only be confused, but so amused when he watched them. But that was fine, it wasn't his problem. Here in the white, Error had no problems. And he loved that so much.

In the White there was no problems, nothing that made him worry. Only relaxation and-

'HEY!'

'And the Voices.' Error lightly snickered, his lazy smile, where one side was higher up making it look like a smirk, plastered on his face. "yEs DEaRs?"

'Don't you 'Dear' me!'

'Why are you so lazy?!'

'I'm bored...'

'I HATE YOU!'

"I LOVe YoU tOo~" Error cooed out, his lazy smile never leaving as he rolled out of his hammock. He grunted when he landed in a crouch, then he stood and stretched. Bones cracking sounded out before Error just slumped down with a satisfied sigh. He plopped down to sit, face looking up to look at all the blue magic string hanging down. He had wanted to add a little spice to the White and practice some magic, win-win. "WhAT dO yOU wANt TO dO thEn?"

'How about watching you die?'

''To do'? There is nothing here.'

'I dunno...'

'I STILL HATE YOU!'

'How about you go and cut yourself?'

"WhItH WhAT? ThErE iS nOThiNG hErE. BeSIDeS YoU wOUlD mIsS mE tOO mUCH." Error paused, yawning. "WaNNa WATCh UnDErTALE AgAIN?"

'...Fine.'

'Not like there is anything better to do.'

'I still vote on you dying...But sure why not?'

"DoN'T WoRRy. WiTH thAT SkElEtON RuNNinG AROunD tHAT WilL chANGE." Error gave a low chuckle, waving his hand making a portal appear. Soon colors shown through. And soon Error was lounging back watching the portal like one would do on a TV. "ThAT PAinT sKElEtON-"

'He's called Ink remember? We watched him last week.'

'How many times do we have to remind you that?! Is there nothing in that skull of yours!'

'Stupid! It's INK! You know, the Monster that is creating new AU's as we speak?!'

'Man, you really are dumb. It would be better if you ended it all here and now.

"iNK TheN," Error went on, not even phased by the Voices 'loving' corrections. "HE'S maKINg nEW UnIVERSE AgAIn. So WE shOULD hAvE nEW tHInGS tO WaTCh SOoN."

There wasn't many of those so far, but Error could tell that was going to change soon. Ink seemed like a very determined Monster, and a lonely one to boot. Error counted himself lucky in that regard, he had the Voices to keep him company. He just continued to draw and put magic in them, playing with the codes to form new AU's. Soon they will be fully functioning, but for now they are just new born babies you could say.

Soon there will be tons to watch and laugh over, but for now there was only a few. So for now, Error sat back and watched Papyrus's and Frisk's date, chuckling with the Voices when the Annoying Dog ran for it, jumping out of the tall sink with Papyrus running after them.

It may get a bit dull, but Error loved his life now. He couldn't really remember anything before this, just random facts and skills. The most vivid thing he could remember was one day looking at his pure white hand, and the next thing he knew it was pure black, tipped yellow and red. He could remember crying for something, yelling for someone. But who and why was eventually lost, his memories of those times fading and becoming spotty. He was fine, what should he care how he looked. He had no one to impress here.

Here in the White is where he would always be, and nothing would change that. Error was fine, could sleep as much as he wanted, had a nice hammock, talked with the Voices, and could watch the world through his Portals. What more could he want?

If Error met himself years later, he would slap him upside the head for doing what he did just because he was bored of all things. Seeing all the misadventures and confusion that the future him would cause would make Error wished he had listen to the Voices and have ended himself right then and there before he ever got that idea in his head.

Future Error would have agreed, he just wanted to go back to the White and sleep all this crazy away.

-End Chapter-

This Error is not like my others, they cared about what the Voices said to them. This Error has thicker bones in that regard, words do not faze him. And he also doesn't remember getting ripped away from his AU. Sure he knows it happened, but he doesn't remember how. He only has vague memories about it, and even then they are spotty at best.

Maybe at the beginning he cared when he could remember, but now he doesn't. This Error is going to accidentally take the Multiverse by storm.

The next chapter will have a time skip, it will be years later and the start of Error using his strings to help out other Monsters.