I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME OVER A YEAR TO UPDATE. I was just kinda depressed for a while, but don't worry! I got better, returned to this story, looked at the reviews, and you have no idea how much it meant to me that you guys enjoyed my story so much. So I brainstormed a bit, and came up with a … slight twist. Also, no, monster dust does not taste like chocolate. It's just a side effect of the potion (that does not exist in the canon Wizarding World) …. by that I mean it's an attempt to connect the God with the one who drank it, for you have to understand the God in order to understand how to use the powers, right? (Don't judge I'm making this up as I go along, I know it sounds like a load of *censored*) That being said (written?), I don't own anything, but this is me updating, now read the dang thing (unless you skipped the entire A/N and are already reading the chapter, of course.)
WARNING: PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, AND MORE VIOLENCE
CHAPTER 7: A GLITCH'S WRATH (AND A SECRET FROM THE PAST)
ALTERNATE CHAPTER TITLE: YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME- THAT ISN'T POSSIBLE!
~~~ With Error (and Inky, I guess) ~~~
"HOW DARE YOU?!" Error snarled, lunging at the Creator. Inky yelped as the photo, ring, and article was swiftly yet safely removed from his grasp. Well, safely for the items. Error may or may have not fractured his bones while reclaiming his belongings. Tossing his opposite carelessly into a web of blue strings that immediately tangled up, pinning him in place in a violent way (at least half the strings were around his neck, the other half holding onto his arms and legs) while Error delicately put his precious belongings somewhere safe. Satisfied, the glitch then turned to his prisoner. His gaze had become cold and calculating. And it terrified Inky more than he thought possible, realizing just how badly he fucked up. Error stalked forward, each step bringing more FEAR to Inky's soul, his gaze hard and unforgiving, a promise of pain with a side of no MERCY glowing in those dangerously cold eyelights.
The Destroyer's mouth twisted into a fake, almost mocking, friendly smile. "So tell me, Inky, did you read the article? How much do you know?" While the questions seemed almost causal, as if an afterthought, and they most likely were. After all, they both knew that either way, Inky was going to truly know the meaning of P A I N. "I bet you only got the ring because she gave birth to your son-" CRACK! Error swiftly broke the skeleton's arm, ignoring the scream of pain that followed along with the tears. Error's eyelights were out, and his fake smile had twisted into something dark and dangerous. "Heh... so you read the article and as always, you jumped to conclusions. The wrong conclusion. I got that ring before I knew she was pregnant. She broke it off, and had the kid that I quickly realized was mine only after she died and the kid was handed over relatives. Relatives that decided to pretend that they were the actual parents, never telling my kid about his real mother. Not that they knew about me, but still. That being said..."
The glitch stepped closer to the creator, his destructive magic dark and heavy, sparking dangerously. "LEAVE MY SON MIKE SCHMIDT ALONE."
The next few hours Error made his point clear and also ensured that Inky would most likely never enter the Anti-Void again, taking several pages from the Sanses and Papyruses that had attacked him over the years, as well as using a couple of methods from the ambush (obviously he didn't do anything Lust would do, Error is not a pervert nor a rapist or someone who found the creator even remotely attractive or appealing). Let's just say that with all the injuries Inky gained, he would be lucky if he managed to create even an apple after a month of intensive care from all the best healers around.
(Yeah, I didn't go into much detail, but YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT, WERE YOU?! PLOT TWIST! *cue evil laughter and the urge to make this a cliffhanger.)
~~~ With the Night Guards ~~~
Harry and Mike were pale, sweaty, and on the verge of a heart attack. Mike either shoved the tablet in Harry's face or pointed at a door that either had to be closed or opened. Harry didn't even know why they bothered with the second chair since he was running and basically punching a button on a wall before going to the other door and repeating the method. They were awful at power management, and before the power went out (both doors were closed, quickly draining the power) they whipped out super glue and duct tape in a mixture of defiance and desperation. They quickly used them in an attempt to keep the doors closed for when the power went out... and oddly enough, it worked for almost three quarters of an hour after the power went out, even with animatronics trying to get in. (Harry had unknowingly used magic to strengthen it and make it even somewhat possible, but still surprising).
Then the doors were forced open at 5:58 a.m. and just as furry animatronic paws grabbed them and began to pull in order to drag them to the backroom, the 6 o'clock bell rang. "Holy shit... that actually worked..." They both were panting heavily, shivering violently, and fighting off the heart attack that almost happened. Then they got up to remove any traces of the super glue and duct tape they used on the doors.
~~~ With the Animatronics ~~~
…. Those night guards are extremely resourceful and lucky. BUT HOW DID THEY ESCAPE DEATH WITH SUPER GLUE AND DUCT TAPE?! Not complaining, but still! Though there is something special about them... we can feel it... The kid saw our ghosts, the strings that are used to control us, and the older one has something... otherworldly about him. Just who are they? And what brought them here? They can do so much better elsewhere... but maybe that special something about them is what is going to set us free. All of us, in case the previous night guards are still here.
I know this is really short, but I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing. I know I need to focus on the details but still, better than nothing, right? Also, time for you to process the plot twist without having more details and pieces of half thought out story reasoning shoved in your face. And enough time for you to raise an unimpressed eyebrow at my sketchy reasoning on how superglue and duct tape managed to save the lives of the night guards.