SO SORRY! I had issues uploading this and forgot it for a few weeks. Soooo HAI!

Blaster, Swap, Frisk, and even Handplate were all gathered at the corner where their cells met, huddled conspiratorially. "*Okay, so... Swap, I know Error trusts you a lot more than the rest of us. If Nightmare is busy somewhere else, it'll be easier for you to convince him to let you out. I don't know what for, but figure something out. And then, Handplate, you're the strongest of all of us, magically. You've gotta hit Error when his strings are down. He puts them down as soon as the doors close if Nightmare isn't around to remind him. And then you can bring us the keys, unlock us, and after that, I'll just go full Gaster Blaster and sniff us to freedom. Once we're outside, we can open a portal and get out of here!"

Handplate looked skeptical, but he agreed. After all, it wasn't like he had anything more to lose. "*I'm in." He shrugged, then grinned wider at the thought. He was always up for sticking it to anyone who tried to cage him. Swap leapt to his feet with a big thumbs up. "*ME TOO!" Frisk laughed at his antics and nodded. "Let's do it."

Error didn't like hanging around Poss!. It was unsettling, and he'd never liked a NORMAL Flowey to begin with, much less one like this version. Nightmare seemed to adore the newest addition, though, and was proudly showing the puppet and puppet master around his and Error's twisted home. "*And here, as promised, are our esteemed visitors." The dark skeleton chuckled darkly when Frisk flinched at his sudden voice behind her. Blaster and Handplate gripped their bars closest to her, wishing they could comfort her but unable to. Swap was napping in the corner, curled in a little, shivering ball. None of them had been given blankets or even a pallet, and their last meal was twelve hours ago, by Handplate's count. He'd gotten proficient at keeping track of those things... early in life.

Poss! winked at Frisk when, as she turned to face them, the human let out a sob of horror at what at first glance seemed to be HER Sans, taken over by the flower that had caused so much pain. The truth was marginally better, however. "*Hehehe... Hello, kiddo." The voice was predominantly Sans', but the familiar tag was spat as if a curse, and there was no mistaking the hint of blue magic pooling, liquid-like, in the skeleton's clear eye and the absence of a white pinprick.

Frisk's heart went out to him- but not literally, thank goodness. Nightmare had already insisted no battles be initiated quite yet. Reluctantly, Poss! had agreed. Still, flinging the prisoner around a bit wasn't discouraged, and he took great pleasure in doing just that. "*Alright, Poss!. That's enough. Come. You said they were gathering. We must begin our own recruitments. Error, stay."

Error scowled at Nightmare's back. He was no guard dog, nor was he the least of the currently assembled villains. Still. Nightmare was not the only smart one. Error knew how to wait, to be patient. It was rather ironic how one of the most unchanged things about every Sans was their connection to Integrity, and yet they could also be patient when the need arose. Well. Error could certainly be- "*U-Um... E-Error...?"

"*̑҉W̌̉ͯ͆̉Hͮ̋ͨ̆ͣͫ͠Aͮ͂͊̂ͨT̓?̧ͪ̽̏͑͛!̽" He snapped, whirling on the most timid of the prisoners. Error calmed when he realized it was Swap, one with whom he had always shared an unexplained bond. "̳̌̎̊̇ͦ̏̊̀*̩̮̠̲̫̦͐ͨ͗ͯͅW̊̆̀ͫ̀͑̚ḩ̅̓ͮ͒͂ͅa̞̫̮͇̠̺͋ͯͭ̊̀t͎̲͓̮̥̺ͪ͌̐͢?̖͔͉̾ͪ̕" He amended, stepping closer to the still-flinching skeleton. Swap stood straighter, unusually bold. "*U-Um... I was wondering... C-Could I go outside?" Error hesitated for only a moment before opening the door with a wider-than-neccesary grin. It would have made the others nervous if not for the obvious irritation on his face moments before when Nightmare shrugged him off.

It was clear his readiness to allow some freedom was at least partly to stick it to Nightmare, and all of them thanked their stars.

Until, that is, Swap and Error were out of Handplate's range, and he STILL had not lowered the defenses. "*Why didn't he-?" Frisk whispered to Handplate, getting a highly confused shrug and head shake in return. Blaster cursed, but it sounded more like an animalistic growl. They would try again some other time, but the plan would likely never work again.

Back to the drawing board.

"*Well, well, well. Lookee what I found." A rough chuckle echoed through the snow-covered, dead trees. Prime huffed, the air freezing to make it visible. "*I am not here for games, Fell. Come out. We need to have a chat."

"*Ooh, not even a pun? Heh. Your Paps get whacked 'r' som'thin', Blue?" 'Red' Sans, or Fell, stepped out of the trees. It truly was uncanny, how alike the two were. Out of all the universes, it was perhaps these two that were the closest together, the most alike and different at once.

Fell was his hands in his pockets like nearly all Sanses, but only he and Prime did it the exact same way. All the others were variant. He was slouched in the same way, grinning in the same way- and yet the teeth were razors, and his glee genuine at the prospect of his 'joke' being reality. "*Ohhhh, I get it! It was the kid, wasn't it?" His bit the last words practically in half before laughing loudly. His joy only seemed to escalate when Blue growled wordlessly.

"*It IS the kid! Ha! What happened to your charge, babysitter, she go Geno? Oh, bet THAT hurt your poor widdle- Ack!" The last in his line of taunts was cut off by a certain skeleton's fist on his jaw. There was a loud crack, but no dust hit the ground. This, after all, was a Post-Pacifist. Fell was rather hypocritical, he had a 'kid' of his own and was just as happily 'babysitting' as Blue, despite the fact that in both timelines the human was the same age as her respective Sans.

Both had regained a few scraps of HP, thanks entirely to Frisk. Fell had it wrong; it was they who needed taking care of.

"*Shut up, Fell, or so help me..."

"*What? What're you gonna do, Blue?! Kill me? Sure, she'll LOVE that. Besides, I know what you're here for! You need my help, you coward!" Fell stumbled to his feet, laughing all the way. "*Hit me again, Blue. Do it. Do it!" He cackled. This time it was not Classic who cut him off, but a bone smacking into the back of his head from a few feet away. "*SANS. YOU WILL ASSIST THE OTHER SANS IN WHATEVER HE NEEDS. THE TINY HUMAN 'FRIEND' HAS DECREED IT." Red let out a long string of curses- also cut short with a bone. "*TINY HUMAN FRIEND DECREES YOU WILL PUT SEVERAL GOLD INTO THE CURSE JAR."

"*LOUSY- I thought you wanted to be the leader of the Royal Guard, not the blind follower of a weak little-!" This time, Classic was the one to cut him off, which was becoming a pattern. "*No version of Frisk is weak. You know that. Now are you going to help me or not? You've got one HP left because of all your idiot mistakes just now." Fell didn't have much choice. He looked from his brother (who was throwing a bone in the air threateningly) to his Frisk (who was looking pleadingly at him while at the same time looking sternly too) to Classic (who was obviously wishing he could hit him again to finish the job but knowing it'd hurt the Paps and the Frisk watching).

"*I hate ya all, so ya know. FINE. Let's get on with it, Blue."

From a distance, both sides of the coin were being observed. The watcher? A familiar face, in more than one way. "Hm. Interesting. I always took Error as one to put up with it longer. And those two idiots won't get anywhere fighting in the snow the way they are. All in all, I'd say this battle is shaping up to be a rather large disappointment. What do you two think?" A rich, deep voice chuckled at the familiar line, glancing at his two companions. They remained expressionless as usual, hanging in the section of Void he had torn away for them. "*Oh, of course you would say that." He chuckled lightly, despite the absence of any response to comment on.

He supposed it was time to interfere. How interesting.