Error would not tell Goth of his first six months in the anti-void, how could anyone tell someone that they were literally insane as millions of personalities and versions of one being fought to be the main personality.
How for months his body and mind switched through multiple selves, almost killing themselves in exhaustion. Of days on end laying almost comatose not responding to Error, when his body almost began to error itself.
Error would never admit how terrifying those moments were, how attached he got to the kid so fast in the few sane moments in those first few months.
Goth only remembered waking up to Error hovering above him, a look of relief when Goth woke up sane and mostly in control of his body.
But Goth did know that without Error, he would have faded out of existence as his selves fought each other. He owed Error a lot, knowing that the anti-void only existed by Error's power and without Error.. even this version of himself would be gone without a trace.
That was why when Fresh appeared mentions what had happened to Error, he heading right out. Entering and exiting the anti-void was easy once you knew how… he really didn't know why Ink and the others always grumbled how hard it was to find entrances.
He only paused a moment when the portal opened and then rushed in, he ignored the pain.. how he wanted to scream and cry.. knowing that no one there would recognize him. These were his parents, parents where he was written out of there lives.
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Goth hadn't even remembered when he pulled his own scythe out.
Reaper rubbed his skull looking at him.
"Sorry, but I kind of need Error," Goth said quietly.
"Hey now… you do know how dangerous Error is," Ink said looking at the him, Goth smiled and jumped up on top of the cage.
"Ah.. I know exactly how dangerous he is, seeing as he's hosting me… But the thing is you don't have a choice," he replied, after all Error was pretty mush the weird uncle almost a father now a days.
"Don't make this a fight kid, there's only one of you," Reaper said frowning.
"Who said anything about fighting?" Goth asked titling his white garbed head, unnoticed to them he dropped something in there midst with his power.
Something exploded, a smoke bomb sending them all coughing.
Goth didn't wait a second, trashing the cage with his scythe, and they both left through the portal closing it behind themselves.
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Error didn't do hugs or comfort well, the best he could do as the kid had a mini meltdown was a comforting pat. He hadn't expected rescue, specially not from the kid. Sure it had been five years, but he knew the kid wasn't ready to talk to the monsters he'd grown up with.
No one came out of being wiped of existence stable, and he knew that the 'good' Sans would react as if Goth was on the 'bad' Sans side.
"Come on kid, I think we have enough hot chocolate left in your house," Error said, Goth sniffled and allowed himself to be lead home.
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"Dad?" Palette asked as his parents came home, the usually cheerful artist had a frown on his face.
"Just… a thing with Error," Ink sighed, Palette winced knowing that those meetings usually ending with someone hurt.
"Everyone okay?" he asked, last time Error had sent Red to the hospital.
"Yes, no one hurt.. he just had a helper," Dream said.
"Wait… Error had help… which Sans was it?" Palette asked, after all Error rarely got along with anyone specially since he kept kidnapping Blueberry.
"That's the thing, it wasn't a San's.. but a kid," Ink said.
"Wait… could Error have a kid?" Palette asked his eye dots barely visible.
TBC