"Dance my puppets Dance," Goth cackled evilly, or rather Retconned Goth said. Behind him Error sighed, wondering what the smaller skeleton was doing.
"Goth.. what are you doing?" Error asked, nibbling on a cookie Goth had given him earlier. Actually, the cookies were probably a bribe to keep away for a bit he realized.
"Ack," Goth said falling over, hood fluttering off and save lantern landing three feet away.
"When.. when did you get here!" Retconned gulped nervously, ignoring him Error leaned over to see what Retcon had been doing.
"Are you actually using my strings to have a fake kidnapping so original Goth will have Palette Kiss him on his birthday?" Error asked.
"..."
"Alright kid, we really need to get you more hobbies when your about... and the cookies don't count," Error said picking up Retconned and his save lantern.
"Would an update work?"
"No breaking the forth wall," Error said.
"Gah, whats are they doing here!" came a loud screech.
"ERROR!"
The sounds of crashes followed.
"No, my cookies!"
Strangely everyone stopped at the word cookies.
"Goth, why is Dream and his spawn here?" Error growled, tense and ready to attack the other Sans.
"Well... er..." Goth said awkwardly, from where he was saving as many cookies as he could from the oven.
"Er is not an answer," Error said giving him quite a look.
"A world got Retconned, I pulled them out the last second... I was talking with Palette," Goth said a small blush on his cheeks.
"I thought you were playing with that artsy form of yours," Error said.
"Please don't call it artsy," Goth said, finally saving the final cookies and trashing a few burnt ones.
"Artsy... form?" Palette asked in interest.
"Nothing.. nothing at all," Goth said actually blushing a bit, that other self was pretty mush a mini Ink with a soul and hyper as hell. He's been in that form to redecorate the restored house thankfully.
He was still pissed as Ink and Errors destruction of part of it.
And... he did not want to see Inks reaction to Goths Inky version of himself.. it did not help his Ink self looked five years old.
That timeline had been freaky, as Palette had been a mini Error but still had his normal personality but with an urge to date Goth no matter what... did he really want that timeline back?
...
Darn it, why did timelines he got together with Palette end up so messed up.
And now none of his timelines exist.
"Goth are you okay?" a voice said, snapping him of his thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Any timeline you'd like to be dropped off later to?" he asked, trying not to be bitter as they had there original families to go back to.
"Ah, Swaptale is usually easiest to pop into," Dream said.
"Hmm... Blue should be home, I can use his house to hide your arrival," Goth said frowning, knowing that multiple Sans and kids popping up could cause chaos in multiple timelines.
"Can we have the cookies first?" Palette asked, eyeing the cooking cooling on there racks.
"Sure?" Goth said confused, really what was with the obsession people had with his cookies. They weren't that good were they, seemed normal enough when he ate them.
Poor Goth, never realized that he'd mastered the power of cookies in baking.
After all, none of the other Goths when they existed had done that.
He stared in disbelief as a battle began over the cookies.
Was he somehow drugging them?
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"Thank you for everything," Dream said as Goth opened a portal to Blue's home, the small eternal child smiled slightly.
"I can't say we'll meet again, but it it was nice meeting you," Goth said.
"Goth," Dream said suddenly as he stepped onto the other side.
"Yes?" Goth asked curious.
"I knew you before your Retcon didn't I. Who were your parents?" Dream asked.
"Goodbye Palette, Dream," Goth said closing the portal, the last thing Dream saw of the small skeleton was an incredibly bitter smile.
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"Your okay!"
Dream and Palette was engulfed into a hug from a frantic Ink, who apparently had remembered to only sip his paint so his reactions weren't over reactions.
"We're fine, were home..."
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Reaper paused as he placed desert on the table, a frown appearing on his face wondering why he'd made cake.
"Geno... is there something I'm forgetting about today?" he asked as they went to bed that night.
"It's Feb 2nd, but no holidays or birthdays," Geno said to his husband.
"But still, I feel like I'm suppose to remember something about today. Its been driving me up the wall all day," Reaper said unhappily, he rarely forgot anything as it was part of his death god package.
"Relax Reaper, you probably overworked yourself again," Geno sighed.
"I guess... its nothing," Reaper said settling into bed.
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Goth almost broke into tears when Error produced a cake and presents, as it was he hadn't realized what day it was till after he'd dropped Dream and Palette off.
"Happy Birthday Brat," Error said, and then dropped more gifts net to him labelled from other Sans.
"Thank you," Goth said.
It was the best birthday he'd had in years.