It was three weeks later when Error decides to try again, during that time Red Ink was very clinging towards him- wanting more hugs and attention than the others. Even while the other Inks went off, Red Ink would remain with him for ten seconds longer.

The glitch also noticed that the red-eyed little skeleton had begun copying Error's habits.

When Error would go into any building, he would check the place and depend on if the children were with him or not; the ERROR kept to the walls, carefully studied all exits to whatever room he was in, and found a point where he could watch each one- here he could see who comes and goes.

Error sometimes circled around the Inks, whenever they were in an opened space; he would watch the high grounds and stares into the darker places. Only once he deemed it safe, would he interact with his sons, but always on alert.
Error did this all the time with the Inks, it was surprising that Red Ink had picked on his habit.

Well... he did want them to develop differently... so this was a start, not the best, but a start.

Error had not felt the threat in the tennis courts, perhaps he was lacking since times were peaceful at the moment- he must never forget just who he is.

When Error it told his sons he was taking Red Ink out again, the small skeleton visible tensed; then the child told Error that he wanted to learn to fight.

This surprised Error. He had already told Red Ink to wait until they were older until he trained them, however, the child had spoken up his desire for himself and not as a whole... while Error was debating this, he sees a pouty expression... and gave in.

Error did not want his son to become a loose cannon like he was- while one of the strongest monsters in the multiverse, the glitch weakness was that he can have tantrums; and in fits of fury go into a rampaging frenzy. During these moments, others had an edge of him.

And Error did want them to learn a hobby for their own, so while not martial arts for Red Ink? It was a form of fighting that was classed as 'sports', Error knew enough to know that martial arts had some sort of discipline attached to it.

So the glitch went through the multiverse, devoting time apart from the Inks in favour of examining the universes- much to their dismay. Then he found it:

'Warrior Z Tale'

It was a universe board lining a crossover. Error hates crossovers and would try to keep his multiverse crossover free, by deleting it as quickly as he could.

When explaining where they were going, the Inks asks what crossover was- don't the Sanses 'crossover' from their universe all the time?

So Error sat them down and gave his sons a quick lesson; intentionally leaving out that he destroyed universes, they do not need to know this yet:

Different universes that were same was called AUs- an alternate universe, or parallel universes; self-contained realities co-existing with one's own. The same but different - 'Undertale' was their 'Seed Universe' and everything branched off of this.

Dimension Universes, however, was a universe that was a completely different set of characters, plot and premise- these had a conflicting Code and Magic that made it harder for Error to destroy once it was set in place.

Warrior Z Tale had the same plot as a DU known as 'Dragonball'- he had learned the names of a few DUs that was popular with the Voices over the centuries and he was thankful that no 'Dragonball Fell' came through, or whatever that DU's AUs were known as.

Error was even more thankful that Warrior Z Tale was not a well known AU so had no copies- since everyone where was OP there and he hated dealing with OP characters who always had some form of plot armour on or that one power that seemed to come out of nowhere.

DU there rare events- if it occurred Error would spend all his time and power bringing it down- sometimes spending years doing this.

So, Error took Red Ink there to train under the Tortoise Master Gerson. They spent the day there and told the Gerson there, that they would return in two weeks time.

On returning home Red Ink began telling his brothers everything he learnt and started practising. Error was impressed that a clone of Ink could remember it all.

It was now time for Yellow Ink.

With Yellow Ink, Error decided to let him choose, after what happened with the tennis courts and how Red Ink decided for himself. However Yellow Ink went straight to the Rainbow Inks and ask for they should train for... in order to fight in the future...

Error quickly halts the serious discussion the children who were meant to have the mindset of four-year-olds and firmly told them that this was meant to be a fun hobby to have in the future.

Yellow Ink stares at Error for a long moment then turns back to the other Inks.

Error picks up Yellow Ink and moves him away from the others a few steps. It did not help, he could pinpoint when they talked in their minds now that he knew what to look for.

"*okay. how about this. finding a hobby will be part of our day." Error told Yellow Ink, who grins boldly at him.

Turning he looks at Under Fell Sans, #13, who looked like he had just been told to kiss a Jerry- Error knew that #13 did not want to look after the Rainbow Inks; most did not, even though they all claim to love Ink so much.

"*just call some of ya friends over to help." Error tells #13, rolling his eyelights at the other Sans's behaviour.

"*sure boss." #13 mumbles out, turning towards the Rainbow Inks, who all turn their skulls towards him in union, their sockets empty and their features emotionless.

Opening a portal Error turns to his seven sons who were going to be left behind, "*play nice." he warns them lightly- he could already tell they were toying with #13 and he was trying hard not to laugh about it.

Error picks up Yellow Ink once again, taking him through the portal to his flower moon. Once there he sat cross-legged on the ground in front of the sunflowers, with Yellow Ink on his right knee- he takes out a notebook that had the list of activities in it.

"*remember what i told you and the others?" Error questions before he began reading the activities to the little skeleton.

"*Yellow Ink is Yellow Ink. No one else but Yellow Ink." Yellow Ink stated proudly, all the Rainbow Inks had been told their assigned colour, it took them a little while to notice that they had been named after they eyelights and SOUL colour.

And just in case, Error made them all bandannas with their colours on them.

"*good." Error said with a nod, he gazes at the yellow bandanna wrapped around his son's skull, it did not go well with the set of striped clothes they all wore, "when ya discover all ya personalities for yourselves. we get ya some new clothes to match."

"*Can Yellow Ink get some new clothes now?" Yellow Inks asks sweetly, tilting his skull in the way he knew his father would coo over.

It worked.

Error abandoned the notebook and opens a portal to Multi-City, that was in a universe made for those glitches that escaped Error's reign of terror back in the day. After saving the Multiverse, he had been pardoned all his 'crimes' and he had to promise not to hunt down these remaining ones.

With that promise, Core Frisk allowed the survivors to leave their safe zone and enter into this universe. And Error was allowed to enter whenever he wanted, much to the horror of everyone.

Error still did not see his job as a 'crime'. It had to be done. But he said 'sorry' anyway, if over to stop Dream looking so sorrowful towards him.

Error stand with Yellow Ink in his arms and walks through. He came into the heart of the shopping centre. Better known as a Mall- he had only discovered this building that contained lots of different shops in it, was called a 'mall', even at this age, he was still learning.

Yellow Ink laughs at all the different monsters walking around them- Error places the wiggling child on the floor, where he takes his hand.

Then Error began glancing all around him, noting every monster or human that was close- looking towards the glass roof high up above, then to the many different shops all around them.

A light tug made him look down. The smiling Yellow Ink points towards a shop.

Error lets himself be pulled along by his son, they came to a stop in front of a window display that held lots of summer dresses in many different colours.

"*Pretty!" Yellow Ink cries out in delight, pushing his face against the glass- his little eyelights changing to stars, a common shape for Sanses to have when happy or excited.

Error gazes all around them, not liking having his back to so many monsters walking on by. But he pauses, remembering that in answer to his promise of not hunting these glitches down, these glitches were not allowed to take revenge.

So he began paying attention to Yellow Ink.

"*i can make these." Error told his son, who turns to him quickly with wide sockets.

"*Make? Papa can make these things?" Yellow Ink questions in complete awe, he then looks back at the dresses.

"*dresses. yeah. do ya want to try some on?" Error asks with a smile, the small skeleton's skull turns to him once more, again with wide eyes.

"*Really!?" Yellow Ink asks, then did something Error had never seen his sons do- Yellow Ink doubles over and vomits ink. Rich black ink; it shone in the sunlight that came through the thick glass above.

Yellow Ink stares down in shock; sockets began to well up with tears.

Error was fast to wipe up the ink from his chin, he remains the brown jumper with blue stripes, revealing a red vest under.

"*its okay. this is normal for inks to vomit when they are overcome with emotion." Error says kindly, or trying to sound kindly- his voice never stayed the same, he wondered how his sons could listen to it every day or how Dream could like someone such as him.

Once Yellow Ink was cleaned up with the baby wipes Error always carries with him now, he nods towards the shop.

"*looks like we need a change of clothes anyway." Error says offering a hand, the child smiles brightly with a few sniffles and takes his father's hand.

Together they walked through the large glass doors, where rows up rows of clothes greet them. Error had never seen so many clothing items in one place before. Everyone else always goes shopping for him and his sons.

"*now. this would be a great place to play hide and seek." Error comments looking around, Yellow Ink giggles at this.

Error takes out his glasses and places on, then gazes at the area a little clearer- he spots the sign that read 'Children's Wear' and began walking towards there.

The glitch was pleased he had chosen not to wear his normal 'hobo' clothes- instead, he had on a neat white dress shirt, smart black trousers, with a fancy brown belt, along with sleek black shoes.
While the monsters here knew who he was and who Yellow Ink was, he realized that he needed to dress a little nicer, for his son's sake. So he put in a little effort with these stolen clothes from Mob Tale Sans.

Yellow Ink lets go of Error's hand and made a beeline for the dresses in his size. He quickly grabs one after another, tossing the ones he likes best towards his father, who catches them without fail.

"*Can Yellow Ink have all them?!" Yellow Ink asks after he had picked out everything he liked the look of and everything he did not like ended on the floor. Each Error did not bother to pick up.

"*don't most monsters try them on first?" Error questions more to himself than Yellow Ink, he had seen movies were the characters would go into things called fitting rooms; he sees a sign labelled 'Fitting Room' just behind the cash counters, "yeah. ya try and on first. some clothes might look different once on. or ya may not like the way they feel. and then there's the style..."

Error glances down, pass the piles of dresses it had in his arms and sees Yellow Ink looking at him in awe once again.

"*anyway." Error says quickly, turning to moves by some racks, "let's go over."

Error moves towards the fitting rooms, with Yellow Ink close at his heels. It did not take long and he walks right through, he pauses when someone halts him by running after him and standing in front of him.

On seeing who it was, the monster, who works there, fainted. They land on the ground with a heavy thump.

Error frowns down at the female cat monster. Seeing that they were well and truly down for the count, he steps over their form. Yellow Ink leaps over their form, laughing the whole time.

They come an opening, on one side was lots of mirrors while on the other side, were four openings with thick dark blue curtains- two of the four were open, so he heads towards the one closest to the wall; he did not want one where there might be two creatures either side of him.

Error dumps the dresses on the seat that was inside and closes the curtains; his sons still needed help with changing. Gazing around, he finds mirrors in here as well and began to check himself out. The ERROR was still as vain as ever.

Yellow Ink waits, watching with a grin while Error runs a hand over the top of his skull and wiggling his browbone up and down at himself.

Noticing his son's stare, he quickly goes to his knees and began aiding in the changing of the garments.

It took four hours for them to finish trying it all on.

Each time he tried one on, Yellow Ink wanted to go outside and look in the larger mirrors- the glitch could not help but notice that the area seemed more empty than before and there was no one left in the other rooms.

The fainted cat monster was gone, replaced by a cow monster, who kept glancing inside, frowning every time Yellow Ink spun around in his dresses he liked the most.

Error would sit and watch Yellow Ink dance around happily in the dresses- a time of long ago came up into his mind. Back when Error first met Ink.

Within the first three years gap of them meeting, Ink used to wear different outfits once every other time they battled each other. But the artist must have not liked getting his outfits damaged because he started keeping to one outfit Error came to know him always to wear.

Ink must not have thought him a worry, to begin with. Or perhaps Error got more deadly as time went on, so Ink felt he could not mess around anymore.

Well... these were all just theories.

"Did you know that only girls can wear dresses." Came a female voice broke Error from his thought and makes Yellow Ink stop their mid-spin.

Error frowns when he sees Yellow Ink lower his skull gazing at his dress in confusion, slowly the child looks to his father with a question in his sockets.

Error gazes towards the exit, where the cow monster stood, staring between Error and Yellow Ink.

"*what the hell does it matter to ya?" Error snaps at the female then glares hard at her causing her to back away slightly.

"I am just stating a fact. Do you really want your son- No. Ink's son to grow up thinking it's okay to go around dressed as a female." The cow said in a hurried tone; the glitch growls when Yellow Ink began looking down at the dress more.

The child had learned that there was a difference between a male and female not long alone. But he may not fully understand what the cow was talking about; Error did.

"*firstly. it ain't any of ya business." Error growls out, getting out of his seat and standing, "secondly. before ya poke ya nose where it doesn't belong. why don't ya get ya facts right. we are skeletons. skeletons are hermaphrodites."

"What?" The cow says with a deep frown, she looks towards someone outside.

"*its means we're both male and female." Error said stalking over to her, making her go a few steps back and fall onto her rear, "so here's a history lesson for ya. that ya can tell everyone ya like.

the only reason we all use the male pronoun. is that when skeletons first began learning the common monster tongue. there had no word for what we referred to each other in: parent. child. sibling. etc. so skeletons adopted: father. son. brother.
it was only after skeletons lost their mother tongue. did skeletons began using the female pronoun. but that's still rare. every skeleton ya meet will always refer to himself in the male pronoun."

Silence.

Error grits his teeth. This was properly the most he had spoken to someone that outside of his little bubble and they say nothing.

"But if you are sticking to being males, then be that." The cow declares loudly like she had won, "You called the child 'son'. So treat him as a boy."

"*... ya know. even if skeletons were not hermaphrodites." Error said in a bored tone, "i would still let him dress however he pleased."

"Ah!" The cow cries out with a nasty laugh, "I bet you just said all that because you wanted to get away with dressing him like this!" she points to where Yellow Ink, "You are clearly unfit to be a father!"

Error flinches and glitches.

That had always been one of his main worries. And he knows that the monsters of Multi-City did not want their wonderful artist's son being raised by the ERROR, but it still hurts to hear someone say this to him.

ERROR signs appeared in his sockets, static-filled his ears- he wanted nothing more than to dust her. But he had made a promise.

Gaining some of his senses, Error was about to snap at the cow, when Yellow Ink marching in front of the cow.

"See Ink's son thinks so too!" The cow announces in glee, the static grew louder, "Don't you darling! Let's get out those dresses and get you something boys should wear. Perhaps we can find you a bett- OW!"

Error blinks through the ERROR signs, at Yellow Ink.

The child had stamped his foot down on her hoof. And considering who's clone this was, that must have been painful, even if Yellow Ink was only a child. The cow bend right over grabbing her foot, now eye level with the small skeleton.

Yellow Ink takes hold of the front of the cow's shirt and began hissing words that Error could not over the noise in his skull.

Error carefully walks over and picks up his son, then hugs him to his chest.

"*we're buying the dresses now." Error says trying hard now to laugh as she falls to one side, tears falling from her eyes at the intent pain. Was that dust flaking off? The ERROR signs made it hard to see.

Error goes back to grab the dresses Yellow Ink wanted with one arm while keeping his son in the other. He then shortcuts to the cash register instead of walking, not wanting to risk running into something with Yellow Ink in his arms.

The monster at there quickly rang up everything, even if they wanted the destroyer out, they were still going to take his money. They were not let him bully them out of clothing just because of who he is.

Now with many bags in hand, Error opens a portal to #13's house.

With narrowed sockets, he stares at the place. Everything seemed to be in place, nothing on fire, nor broken. And no screaming.

Error shortcuts into the house. Like with Red Ink, he and Yellow Ink had returned much earlier than planned.

The glitch blinks, it was still hard to see, but most of the ERROR signs were fading.

"*was it always this colourful in here?" Error asks Yellow Ink, gazing around. It was worrying that Yellow Ink had not said anything just yet.

"*PAPA!" Came the voices of many little Inks. Soon his legs were covered in little arms hugging him.

Error stares down, smiling at them. He must be doing an okay job if they are healthy happy to be with him, right?

"*okay. we're going home early." Error told them, to which they all cheered, to #13 he calls, "#13! i'm here now. i'm going home with my inks! ... where are ya?"

"*ok boss!" A voice from somewhere in the house answers at last, "see ya later!"

"*...thanks for watching them!" Error shouts back as he opens the portal to his house- the glitch smiles, he was becoming better and better with being grateful towards others. Perhaps being a father was bringing out the good in him.

Error leaves #13 house. Never noticed that the Fell Sans and his 'backup' was painted to the ceiling helplessly.

XD ~ DX

The skeleton was dreaming a happy dream. He was with Error, trying on different dresses, all of which the glitchy skeleton commented on- given an honest answer on something he enjoyed.

Such a good time.

So why did that cow come along and ruin it?

The skeleton in deep slumber had known Error long enough to know what he was greatly upset. While he could not hear all the words of the cow, the monster had made Error unhappy enough to glitch this badly.

And so action needed to be taken.

No one was allowed to cause Error harm.

With a deep frown, the sleeping skeleton sends his strength over. And was pleased to see Error coming around rather fast. And then he was hugged by him.

The sleeping skeleton's jaws move slightly upwards to form a tiny smile... such a nice dream again.

Being with Error like this, he almost never wanted to wake up.

XD ~ DX

They were angry! They were fusing! They wanted to hurt that mad cow again!

Yellow Ink realizes that they were sending out thoughts and emotions to their other selves; then remembered what their Papa had explained many times.

Keep memories of their days out to themselves; those belonged to him. Tell their other selves in word only.

Yellow Ink calms themselves, soon his other selves calmed as well.

Papa places them down with them. And they stare at themselves.

Gazing around at his other parts, he stares at the different coloured bandannas, stares at the different eyelights that went with those colours.

Yellow Ink blinks.

And rethinks his thoughts: Papa just put him to the floor with his brothers.

Papa calls, asking what they wanted for lunch.

All answered with pasta... apart from Yellow Ink.

He felt their stares on him now.

Shaking his skull Yellow Ink answers pasta too, not understanding the delay.

Then they all settle on the sofa. And Yellow Ink goes on to inform them of the day's events. Red Ink had been right when he claimed that Error needed to be looked after.

The others then sent Yellow Ink memories of their day- and how they had felt the familiar feeling of power being given to them. They had panicked. But halted from attacks as it went as soon as it came, which was followed by a sense of peace.

Yellow Ink then began then retelling Error's history lesson more in-depth than his slight mention of it. All Inks listen intently because everything their beloved father told them was important, more so when it was about themselves and their kind; skeletons.

Error calls to them. Lunch was ready.

Yellow Ink follows behind. He felt a little sad that not one of his brothers had mentioned his lovely dress. Well. Papa said it looked good on him, so that was all that matter. And Papa also said he was going to teach him how to make dresses on their days out.

Happily, Yellow Ink hurries after his brothers, not noticing he had lagged behind.