I'm just mostly making this up as I go along... But at least I'm updating! I don't own anything, credit goes to Harrish6, Harry Leferts, and Griffenhippo. (theMeatly too, I suppose. Well, you get the idea!) Once again, I'm warning you, there's a bit of fourth wall breaking. Now onto the story!
CHAPTER 3: ERROR- TITLE NOT FOUND
~~~ With Inky ~~~
The Creator felt something that he never expected to feel when it came to protecting the AUs he created from Error: Doubt. 'Am I really doing the right thing? Is Error actually evil, or am I missing something?' Inky gazed at the ground where his enemy had been before standing and returning to the Anti-Void, leaving only memories, shock, doubt, confusion, as well as injuries and a couple of dusted Sanses, and his own smear of blood with bits of his own dust. "Ink, what did Error mean when he said 'who are you to judge when you haven't heard my side of the story'?" A Sans asked hesitantly, most likely looking for assurance that Error should be dusted, and that the glitch was simply making things up to confuse and possibly manipulate them, or was just insane. Inky wasn't quite sure what the Sans was looking for, but with his own doubt, and strong morals, he didn't feel like nor wanted to lie. So he told the truth: "I don't know." A frown on his face, different eye lights shining with something undeniably there: Doubt.
Though everyone was shocked, the short skeleton quickly healed who he could to the best of his ability after bringing back those who have fallen while fighting Error, and after everyone was healed, they were sent back to their AUs. All of this took hours, so the exhausted, creative skeleton found no problem in taking a nap- after all, it had been a long day, and Error was also recovering, and the Destroyer had mentioned going to see someone. So Inky himself could recover. After all, it wasn't as if Error was going to do something incredibly insane and irreversible in one day, right? ... Well, he probably could, but right now the glitch was busy, right? Well, despite his doubt and fears, Inky took a nap. Had a snack.
When Inky woke up, had another snack, he decided to visit the Anti-Void. Check up on Error, look for answers, and hopefully don't get into a fight with the glitch. After all, even when injured, weakened, or even blinded, the Destroyer could still put up quite the fight- he could still destroy AUs! However, when a tense, wary Inky entered the Anti-Void, not sure what to expect, all the Creator was met with was silence. Inky finally put his paintbrush on his back and decided to investigate- meaning snooping around to look for answers to his many questions.
Inky gazed at the very well made puppets and dolls hung up in Error's glowing blue strings, and felt his doubts grow. 'Error can... create?' While the Creator was impressed, he was also unsure. Then the skeleton turned his attention to the direction of the boxes, which could be hiding the answers he desperately craved to find to find the truth about Error. Inky was about to open a box that had a red knitted scarf that reminded him of Papyrus on top of it... a scarf that seemed as if it may be hiding something underneath, something placed there a bit recently. 'It wouldn't hurt to look- I came here for answers after all!' Feeling a bit determined, Inky carefully nudged away the scarf to reveal what was underneath. And what he saw caused his eye lights to shrink in surprise.
(I would have made this a cliffhanger and went on to another character, but you already know some of what's under there, so I might as well continue with Ink.)
Underneath the scarf lay a small velvet box which Inky suspected held a ring, and right underneath that box lay a framed picture. Gazing at it, the Creator had a bit of trouble believing that the Error in the photo was the Error that he knew now. Yet Inky couldn't quite put his finger on why he couldn't believe it. Was it because of the human? He wasn't sure. So he decided to look at it closely. There was an adult female human in the photo besides Error, with dark curly hair and bright green eyes, smiling a genuine smile as her seemingly loving gaze seemed to have moved a bit away from the camera to look at Error. And it seemed that the camera was a timed camera, since Error looked as if he literally jumped into the photo as it was taken. Error's mismatched eye lights, even in the photo, seemed to sparkle with joy and love, his mouth curling into an almost goofy grin as he completely ignored the camera in favor of looking at the human, a hand without any scars or strings on it reaching out in her direction as if both trying to hold her hand and to keep himself from losing his balance and tripping.
Then Inky realized why he had a hard time believing that this was the Error he now knew: Error looked happy. Genuinely happy.
~~~ With Harry ~~~
Harry had just made his way out of the thunderstorm, now soaking wet and more than a bit cold, and exhausted to the point that he wouldn't be surprised if he started hallucinating or something. So he wasn't surprised when he saw what seemed like a, glitchy, random portal thing open in the gray skies of England, standing out with it's pure whiteness a bit higher than him, and a box being thrown out, seeming to be about to land on him. So since the exiled, green-eyed wizard was pretty sure he was having a kind of half dream or hallucination, he was surprised when the box did land on him. The heavier than expected wooden crate/box grazed his arm, causing him to yelp out in pain when it caused his injured shoulder to move. Softly uttering a curse under his breath, Harry looked in the direction that the portal thing had been, a slight glare glowing in his emerald green eyes, which faded into confusion when it was no longer there.
The only proof that it had ever been there was his memory, the box, and the note on the box. 'Wait! Note on the box? And the fact that the box landed on me... Could someone be trying to help me? Maybe it's just coincidence, but I'd like to believe that I'm not all alone. After all, after even Dumbledore turning on me, otherwise I'd be all alone. Hell, I wouldn't even mind if the Malfoys were trying to help me! ... Well, it would probably be something to kill me, but it's the thought that counts at this point. Well, either way, I need to set up camp, warm up, and rest up. Might as well as see what this box holds, read the note and wonder if I should use whatever is in the box while I'm at it, right?' Harry nodded to himself, and, decision made, chose a place in some unoccupied woods that was no one's property and had a low chance of being found. Putting up his tent, Harry entered it, warmed up, changed into dry clothes, ate some of his remaining food, fed Hedwig, and placed the box and note on the painfully large table that reminded him how alone he was in the Wizarding World.
Yes, Wizarding World. After all, Harry found himself doubting that the portal could have been made by any witch or wizard, even one as powerful as Dumbledore, maybe even Merlin himself. Besides, the note was written in printing paper, and not even Dumbledore used that. And a Muggle certainly couldn't do something like that portal- such a thing would have been on Muggle news for weeks before it, as it would make history to do such a thing, and even if it were something being tested by the military (Harry could see how being able to simply toss something into enemy territory would be the ultimate weapon in war that would surely win the war) than the Muggle's technology would need to be at least slightly more advanced. And even if that reasoning failed, than Harry could just point out that there was absolutely no signs of war approaching England, so throwing something potentially dangerous towards a highly populated city without a single warning or attempted evacuation simply made no sense. After all, just because wizards looked down at Muggles did not mean that the non-magical humans were fools (far from it, in fact) or heartless (wizards themselves were far more capable of cruelty in a few short months at the most- as a society- than Muggles). Realizing this fact, Harry decided that maybe this accusation was for the best, showing him just how cruel the Wizarding World could truly be.
Harry then blinked, turning away from those thoughts for now to focus on the note that was more of a letter. It read:
'Dear whoever is reading this,
I don't know who you are. You most likely will never find out who the true me is, though I hope that one day we will cross paths. Destiny knows I need more friends to prevent myself from doing something stupid. But that's besides the point. I can only hope that this potion that I have made (following the instructions of some old book that I found during one of my adventures in a strange castle that had many protections that was actually pretty well hidden and powerful despite being quite old, that I'm pretty sure was owned by some guy named 'Merlin' if that old nameplate I found is anything to go by) can be of help to you, and hopefully, you can use it to help others. As for what the potion does, I'm pretty sure that normally it would strengthen even a human to, I don't know, maybe evenly fight some possessed killer robot or something? Heh, hell if I know.
Well, I'm sure you noticed that I wrote "normally". Well, that's because I may have accidentally enhanced it. So, that would bring you up to my level until the potion wears off. Considering that I'm pretty powerful, I suggest that you don't take in the necessary large amounts of the potion to bring you to my level as others may sense the power, which would be similar to my own. Considering that I have many enemies, chances are that you will be attacked without much answer before they even see you. Not only that, but I suggest that you don't drink much of this potion at all. Only drink it when necessary, as if you need to save a life, whether it be yours or another's. Not to mention, I was too lazy to see what any side effects could be. I also never tested out this potion before, so drink it at your own risk.
But... I have a request, as strange as it may seem, as you probably don't trust me and most likely won't drink this potion nor do anything I say. But that's besides the point... My request is this: If you ever hear anyone call for help... Help them so that no one will ever mock them or they will say something along the lines of "You/I called for help... But nobody came." Probably a foolish request, considering I don't actually think that someone who decided to read this far would be able to stand themselves if that ever happened. Well, I've wasted your time enough, so I believe that it's time to end this letter/note/thing a bit formally.
The Destroyer of AUs,
Error'
Harry blinked, thinking. 'Should I trust whoever this is? After all, they seem to want to help others. Yet, formally, they're the "Destroyer of AUs", whatever those are. But if they were truly evil or something, would they add that? Or would they know that I would think along these lines and is trying to manipulate me? ... Well, I have nothing to lose. I'm going to trust Error, whoever they are, and it'll probably drive me crazy wondering whoever this is. Besides, if what they're saying is true, well, either way, they're helping me when no one else will, other than the Muggles. And maybe that might change as the Wizarding World might somehow manipulate them into believing that I'm a criminal. I wouldn't put it past them, if just about all of them would turn on me, a thirteen year old, then there's no telling what else they would do. In fact, I don't even care that whoever Error is isn't human. For all I know, Error could be the only one I can trust, as they seem pretty truthful. But I should get a job right now, to stock up on Muggle money and get the stuff I need before they're out for my blood or something like the wizards are.'
Harry nodded to himself, glaring at the torn newspaper that told him that Dumbledore called him a disgrace. The words that Snape said, however, truly struck a nerve in him. Why would Harry disgrace his parents' names? Dismiss their sacrifice? However, Harry blocked the hurtful words and pained thoughts and memories of what was said about him. He would deal with that later. Right now, he focused on Error's request. "Error, I may not know who you are, and maybe if I did, I probably wouldn't trust you, but to the best of my ability, I will help those I can. And if I fail, then I will continue to try my best until my final breath leaves my body. For your request is a noble one, one that I find no trouble in attempting. Besides, it makes me feel better to have at least one... person to trust even a little. It makes me believe that maybe there is some good after all, as whoever you are, Error, you seem like a pretty truthful person. So for this, I owe you. For the help you try to give, I owe you." Harry said, a glint of DETERMINATION in his emerald green eyes.
~~~ With Error and Bendy ~~~
Error paused, gazing into his bacon soup, a smile slowly forming on his face. Bendy noticed this, and couldn't help but be curious as the glitch had, only mere minutes been scowling into his bacon soup, cursing nearly every Sans and Papyrus, including Ink, and even cursing Fate and the Balance, with a righteous rage with hate burning in his eye lights. So the living cartoon asked, "What's got you so happy all of a sudden? Just a few minutes ago you were scowling into your soup and being grumpy and complaining and just being negative." Error stared at Bendy, head tilted, recognizing that the cartoon had a point and should probably get the answer to his question. So taking a deep breath, Error carefully put his bacon soup to the side as he stretched, stalling as he wondered how to say the reason why he was smiling, and explain it to his old pal, before shrugging and deciding to wing it.
"Well, first of all I have to tell you that I made a potion that could make someone as powerful as me, put it in a box, smacked a note with my name on it onto the box, and threw it into some random location in the Surface of Undertale from the sky," Error began, before seeing Bendy's expression that basically said, 'why?', so Error decided to tell the reason that he had made up of why he did such a thing. "Um, because my SOUL told me to... B-" Error was interrupted by the cartoon, who was shaking his head, face meeting his hand. *"Well, that was detailed. Error, SOULs don't just say these things. I know you're supposed to be a god or something, but common sense says 'You just wanted to toss it out of the sky at someone, and then that person reads the note and wonders who "Error" could be, just for a laugh to soothe the pain.' Though I don't blame you."* Bendy said softly, before Error awkwardly coughed into his hand, and Bendy decided to let Error finish telling him why he was smiling all of a sudden.
"Right. But that's besides the point. The point is, someone found the box and note and read the note. And apparently they decided to trust an old pile of broken bones like me and follow my advice which I wisely wrote on the note." Error said with a smile, glad that not only did the random person decided to trust him which was good, since any possible side effects were less likely to happen, which was good since Error didn't know if the side effects would be good or bad. Not only that, but whoever found the box and note decided to try to fulfill Error's request. 'At least I'm doing some good by helping someone do good, right? Ah, who am I kidding? Any good I do is nothing compared all of my sins, all the dust and blood that stains my hands and SOUL. But at least others will benefit.' Error thought before returning his attention to his bacon soup, which he began to eat while Bendy blinked multiple times, as if trying to understand something, or say something. But the living cartoon then decided to keep his mouth shut, as right now Error looked peaceful and relaxed, maybe a bit happy yet sad at the same time. 'Whatever I was planning to say can wait. Error rarely relaxes. And who am I to cut this peaceful moment short?' So Bendy turned his attention back to his bacon soup.
~~~ At Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria ~~~
It was daytime, a fact that Freddy and his other friends under the Marionette's control was glad of. In the middle of singing a song, Freddy shuddered a bit. Things were going to change- he could feel it. And though he continued with the song, he glanced at the others that were in his line of vision. And judging how Chica and Bonnie were glancing at him and each other, they knew it too. 'First of all I felt as if my prayers were finally answered, now I feel as if things are going to change. The two feelings are connected, aren't they? I know that within time that we will be free, but maybe hopefully this will be the year. Hopefully. Because I don't know how long I can go, killing nearly every night guard that makes the poor career choice of working here.' Freddy thought, though he still sang and continued doing what he had done for many years now, no one suspecting that he was actually the spirit of a murdered kid possessing the animatronic they watched.
*I got that from a review. CrystalKitty1220, thanks for that amazing review. I just had to use your words for Bendy because I simply couldn't resist.
Anyways, I made this a bit longer than usual because I was bored, it's been a while since I updated, and with school coming up I'm less likely to update often. Anyways, WolfHowler1 out!