Summary: Error is not a spider.
(Warning: This chapter contains mild swearing.)
The Star Sanses' meeting room was bustling with sound; Unintelligible shouts and demands emanated from the numerous, near-identical skeletons that sat around the circular table resting in the center of the gold and cream-colored space.
Their verbal battle continued for some time until a red/black-clad, sharp-toothed Sans rose, snarling minor obscenities, and banged his fists on the extensive wooden furnishing.
Which promptly silenced the room.
"For fucks sake! This fuckin' nonsense an' talkin' over each other ain't gettin' us anywhere. We need a coherent plan if we're ever goin' to do somethin' about that destroyer an' his damn destructive tendencies." He growled. All the while, his blazing red eyelights swept over the others with a seething glare.
Skeleton after skeleton flinched back at his heated rage. However, their fear got disregarded as Red continued, throwing his hands flat against the surface, creating a loud thud and demanding, "Now, does anyone have an actual idea, or are you bitches just here to complain?"
Ink perked up from his place at the decided "head" of the round table, where he had spent a majority of the noisy meeting doodling and ignoring/improperly answering any questions thrown his way. His expressive eyelights quickly morphed into a yellow sun and orange triangle, and an excited grin crept up his face.
Finally, it was his time to shine; tell the world his inventive plans that no one (especially not Dream) approved. Despite the sheer genius behind them.
As if sensing Ink's "brilliance," the yellow-clad skeleton to his right sent a narrow-eyed, disapproving look his way. One telling him to keep his mouth shut and that, no, whatever his plan might be, it did not deserve an utterance.
Though, like usual, the Guardian of AUs ignored him.
"Oh, oh! I have an idea!" He shouted. Eagerly standing, the artist struck a typical heroic pose - placing a hand on his hip while the other rose, shaped like a fist - and confidently proclaimed, "I'm going to seduce him with my epic dancing skills!"
Stunned silence fell over the room.
Eye sockets widened, jaws dropped - and, in one case, literally detached, clinking onto the table - and various expressions (exasperated, tired, incredulous, etc.) crossed the faces' of each monster.
Dream sighed beside him. Head hung in second-hand shame whilst a hand pinched the bridge of his nasal cavity.
Meanwhile, taken aback, Red stared at him. Sharp, pointed teeth slightly parted in shock- whether at the boldness or sheer absurdity proposed was unknown. He pulled his hands to his side, staring dumbly towards Ink. "Wait. What."
"You heard what I said; I'm going to seduce him via the power of dance!" The Guardian of AUs said.
The lab coat-clad skeleton sitting to Red's left raised an invisible brow, voicing in concern, "Aren't you terrible at dancing?"
A scoff echoed through the air. "No, of course not! I'm a good dancer. So good, in fact, Dance told me never to visit his AU again because my skills were intimidating the locals."
Every surrounding face (aside from a select small few) morphed in disbelief.
"O- okay, but what makes you so certain that it will work?" Sci skeptically narrowed his eye sockets, a light frown working on his jaws.
Ink waved a hand dismissively and stated a matter-of-factly, "Because he's a spider! And he'll be so impressed by my awe-inspiring dance skills we'll fall in love, have lots of babies together, and live in the Doodlesphere for the rest of eternity."
Classic worriedly interjected, "Uh... Don't spiders eat their lover?"
"Pfft- Maybe. I don't know. But, Error won't eat me!" He paused a brief moment, uncertainly creeping up his face, and his mismatched eyelights shifted toward Blue as he worriedly asked, "He won't eat me, right?"
The Underswap Sans stiffened when the entire room's attention shifted to him, causing him to straighten in his chair, where he had been lazily solving a word crossword puzzle. A crossword puzzle that was stealthily swept into his inventory before anyone could notice.
"I mean, I never saw him eat much of anything aside from chocolate or the occasional random object. But, considering his ability to digest anything and his obscure morals, I wouldn't put it past him to try." Blue replied, nervously tucking the pen in his left hand under the table.
"So there's a possibility."
Blue nodded grimly. "Unfortunately."
Ink blinked, suddenly frowning before fumbling with the folds of his scarf. When he finally found the information he sought, a few damning words left his jaws. "Oh... Well, shit."
"Ink, what did you do?" Dream immediately questioned, yellow eyelights zeroing in on the artist accusatorily.
"Well, I might have already sent him a video of-"
A blocky, white portal split the cream-colored ceiling overhead. Thus, allowing a volley of blue strings to descend upon the room as fearful screams pierced the air.
They wiggled and writhed, keeping Sanses at bay until a group of strands coiled around the artist's waist, then bound his arms and legs together.
Making it impossible for him to reach his paint vials or loyal brush.
Ink gave a startled yelp when dastardly threads heaved him into the air. Slowly raising him higher, tauntingly. "Uh... Guys, I need a little help over here!"
Upon noticing his predicament, a series of shouts (some panicked, others not) sounded.
"Ink!"
"No!"
"Someone blast the strings!"
"Good riddance!"
A few Sanses (mainly Blue and Dream) attempted to reach him but kept becoming tangled in string and tripping over one another.
"REMEMBER ME!" The soulless skeleton screamed as he got yanked through the glitchy portal- which prompted the remaining strings to retreated and the rift to slip closed.
On the other side, Ink's eye sockets squeezed shut to block out the far, far too white space suddenly surrounding him. Cool, nigh refreshing darkness instantly flooded his vision.
Its non-trauma-inducing nature helped calm his faux nerves to an extent.
Though, not nearly enough.
Each black, swirling tattoo littering his bones pulsed similarly to a frightened heartbeat while the strings pulled his bound body toward his, quite possibly, final destination. The dull throbbing only picked up the pace when his momentum slowed to a halt.
Leaving him hanging helplessly in magic, impenetrable blue threads.
Unable to do a single thing about it.
Soft static played in the air, accompanied by the overwhelming pressure of dangerously high LOVE; A clear indicator signaling where and who laid beyond his tightly closed eye sockets: Error and his dwelling.
He cried as fearfully as his paints would allow him, squirming much like a fly caught in a web, "Error, please don't eat me! I taste nothing like chocolate!"
A grating glitched beep sounded.
Ink's eye sockets cautiously cracked open.
There Error stood, his face froze; mouth twisted in revulsion, brows pinched, and nasal cavity wrinkled.
After a minute or so, he shook off whatever crash had come over him and balked. "E-ew! Wh-why in this-this d-disgusting, abomination-ridden m-multiverse would I-I e-ever want t-t-to do that-at, you fr-freak?!"
"B-but... my dancing-"
"Is-s terrible." The dark-boned glitch hissed, narrowing his eye sockets into angry slivers.
In conjunction, his multicolored hand covered in thin blue strings clenched, causing their grip on Ink's form to tighten. Almost enough to threaten cutting deep into his heavily-clothed bones.
Error sneered, pulling the artist several inches away from his face, and growled, "H-honestly, I should-ld end-end you just f-f-for subjecting me-me to that dis-disgusting eyesore."
"Hmm. Fair enough!" Ink conceded, gaze drifting toward the other's glitchy yellow teeth. "So, are we going to kiss now?"
The question's recipient instantly recoiled, cringing as a blocky portal to an unspecified destination (Underfell) swiftly opened beneath the soulless skeleton's dangling form. "UG-UGH! N-no, you weirdo! I-I swear you always-ways ruin ev-everything."
With that said, the destroyer unceremoniously dropped Ink into the universe with a shudder. "D-don't come back-back!"
Before the portal closed, the artist yelled, "You're the one who kidnapped and brought me here, but okay! See you next week!"