Undertale belongs to Toby Fox

Ink, Error, Fresh, Paperjam and any other characters frkm any other AU'S that appear belong to their various creators.

Ink's POV

Waking up, I detangle myself from Error and get dressed. I go to the kitchen where Occult is cooking pancakes. He looks angry. "What's wrong?" I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder.

I must have startled him because he almost flings the pancake onto the ceiling. "For fucks sake Ink you trying to kill me?" he asks brethlessly. "Someone drank a potion that I found in the true lab of my AU. The notes I found says it is to trigger heats in monsters. I was going to destroy it but someone drank it." he continues after calming down.

Finishing cooking, he sets the table and calls Paperjam down. Fresh walks in and sits down as well. "Yo where's Error at?" Fresh asks. "He was still asleep when I got up. Let me check on him." I said, grabbing a plate and taking it to our room. As I open the door, I hear a small pop. Brushing it off as the door, I walk in and look at where Error was sleeping on the bed.

And promptly drop everything, barely registering the plate shattering.

Occult's POV

Hearing shattering from Ink and Error's room, I motion for PJ and Fresh to stay there while I investigate. Teleporting into the room, I am greeted with a frantic Ink. Error is lying in the bed, looking feverish and frail. Dust is slowly trickling down his form as he struggles to breathe.

Welp, I know who drank it now. Good thing there's an antidote handy. Calming Ink down, I explained to him about the potion and the antidote. He nods and I quickly teleport into my rolm to fetch it.

Ink's POV

Occult quickly returns with a small vial filled with clear liquid. "I need to inject this directly into his soul. Do you think you can hold it steady for me?" he asks. I nod and quickly bring Error's soul into view. Acting quickly, Occult puts the liquid in a syringe and injects it. Error's corm quickly stops leeking dust and he becoms less feverish.

He wakes up a week later with little to no memory of what happened. He told me he doesn't remember much after falling asleep after our love making, to which he whispers that se should to it that way more often.