This story is from and made on Wattpad on my account there, it belongs to me.
Shears!Sans and TailoredTale belongs to JuneTheGlassesBearer, I do not own them. They were nice enough to give me permission to use them both, so thanks again for that! You have no idea how much I ship Shears with my version of Error. I'm trash, but so proud of it right now. Like, I can't stop smiling and laughing after JuneTheGlassesBearer gave me permission to use their OC - I'm most likely freaking out my dogs right about now.
Error is my Forced Destroyer and Forced God Of Destruction Error. Just wanted everyone to know in case there was a misunderstanding. This isn't the Threadverse - JuneTheGlassesBearer made Threadverse, not me.- it is set in my Forced Destroyer Universe.
You all should go check out JuneTheGlassesBearer! They can be found on Wattpad, AO3, deviantart and Tumblr. They even have a story for Shears - that is called Tailoredtale - that while unfinished is still great, that's where I fell in love with the character.
No, you all don't understand. I have been eyeing Shears like a piece of candy for so long. I finally bit the bullet and asked to use him. Remember this, sometimes all you have to do is go for it and things work out for you!
-Chapter Start-
"WhY CaN'T HE juST StOP! iS iT thAT haRD!? iS IT a ADdiCtION oF soME kIND oR IS tHIS whoLE thING liKE a GamE TO hIM?!" Error snarled to himself, stumbling into the shadows of a random AU he fled to. Blood was seeping off him, dust flaking off. Sometimes he wished he could just rip Ink's head off, but he was Fate's favorite as well as needed for the balance. But was it really Balance when the creation side of everything is throwing said Balance out the window? Where was his break in it all. "StUpID, INsaNE CreaToR iS GoinG TO bE tHE dEaTh oF EvERyTHinG!"
Not that Error cared too much for the other Au's, but he didn't want everything to die out. There were some AU's that he liked in fact, but the issue was that there were too many AU's, and then copies of those AU's as if there already were not enough. Ink didn't know where to drawl the line.
Error had just been doing his job, destroying some AUs that were close to touching and making some room for others to grow in. He also had destroyed some new AU's, ones that were not fully developed. It was easier that way, and made sure that he killed less Monsters and people. Killing was all well and fine, Error even enjoys it depending on who and why, but killing children and babies? Yeah, no. He'll do it if he has to, but up far away with his Gaster Blasters so he doesn't see or hear their screams.
In any case, while on the job, Ink decided to come out of nowhere and fight him for the AU he was about to destroy. A undeveloped copy. Not a Original, so what was the issue here? They fought like always, with Fate on Ink's side as always. Error could win, he knows this, but what was the point really. As long as the AU is destroyed, then his job is done no matter how many new scars he gets. So, after getting whaled on, Error got in a few hits then destroyed the AU, leaving while Ink screamed and yelled.
He landed in a random AU, not thinking about it too much as he tried to gather his thoughts. Making sure to stick to the shadows of the random Snowdin so that no one freaks out and gets Ink or Dream.
Breathing heavily, Error had to thank his high pain tolerance. Broken bones, SOUL having one more scar - one that he didn't put there - and blood seeping out with dust mixing in. He knew that if he looked in a mirror, then he would see a Monster that looked like he was about to die.
Heh, if only he was that lucky. Death would never come to take him.
"tCh!" Error clicked his tongues, eyes narrowed as he formed a portal to the Anti-VOID. "bEttER ResT whILE i CaN." The Voices will be sure to tell him when he had to go and destroy once more if he doesn't feel it first, but before that, he wanted to relax for a bit. With that in mind, he took a step into the portal.
And stepped out into a place that was not in fact the Anti-VOID. The Anti-VOID was completely white with only his blue strings, dolls, puppets and whatever the hell he stole to bring any type of color to it. So why was there a a bunch of colors in the endless white that Error has known his entire life of being formed?
Blinking, Error took in the white place that was covered in colorful strings, each string and thread giving off it's own magic, it's own life. Blinking once more, Error turned his head to see the portal he went through was now gone. Weird, as he didn't call off the portal. Finally, blinking for a third time, Error pulled out the Codes of this place to make sure that this was in fact, not the Anti-VOID.
The Codes in the small portal told him that this was in fact, a AU. A very small one, almost invisible next to the other AU's and without a name, but still a AU. Well, that's one reason he never knew it existed. There is no reason, as the likely hood of him needing to destroy this place is low with how tiny it is.
If he didn't know better, he would think someone was pranking him by going to the Anti-VOID and messing with it to throw him off. But everyone hates the Anti-VOID - himself included - no one would willing go into it unless they had to. Ink may do it, but he just got out of a fight with the creator. Even Ink couldn't have done this in a short amount of time. There were strings and threads as far as the eye could see, meaning that the whole AU must be covered in them if not mostly all of it. Not to mention that they have magic in them. Why would Ink give him magical strings? Simple, he wouldn't. Ink knows and hates his strings, so why give him more? So, that option was out...So what was going on?
Rubbing his bleeding skull, Error glanced around in confusion and wonder just how in the hell he came here when he made a portal to the Anti-VOID. Looking to the ground, Error found that some threads on the ground were bunched and grouped together like it was being tied on the other end.
Now, any sane Monster or person would have left by now. Landing a weird place when you shouldn't have, in some place where you are not for sure is and having no idea what is going on makes leaving generally a good idea to do.
Error never admitted to being sane. In fact, he would own up to it and tell everyone like it is; He's insane.
Swiftly, the dark skeleton started to follow the threads that were grouped together. This was the most interesting thing to happen to him in many years, and he knew if it came down to it he could take anyone in a fight even as battered as he is. While confused, massively confused, on what is going on and how he even got here, Error figured this couldn't be worse then just sitting in the Anti-VOID and listening to the Voices as he knits and sews something together.
Eventually, Error came across a small figure sitting on the ground, turning the threads into strings. Snipping and moving the threads as needed with some shears. Tilting his head, Error took in the other. Obviously a skeleton monster, most likely a Sans. The other wore a reddish pink shoal and had fake silk flowers that were the color of the seven SOULS on the left side of his skull. He was also wearing a green dress that stopped at the ankles and had what looked like a hoodie under it or even attached to it. All in all, a very pretty skeleton from what Error could see. And as Error has yet to run in or even feel any other Monsters here, then he's betting that this Monster was the only one here.
Shifting, Error debated on what to do. On one hand, he could leave now that he knew what was on the other end. Try to leave that is, he's pretty iffy on what is going on with his portals after landing here. On the other hand, Error was still confused and wanted answers on just where he was and what was going on. For all he knew, this skeleton had answers...or not.
While thinking on it, Error started to scratch his skull out of habit, making the wounds on it worse.
The noise drew the attention on the other skeleton. Said skeleton slowly stood from where he sat, glancing around until his eyes settled on Error. Soft foot steps sounded out before a light gasp sounded out. Multicolored eyes shot down and met the face of the smaller skeleton. Both took each other in for the first time, eyes searching the other.
Now that Error could see the other's face, he took a closer look at it. Bending down lowly to take a better look, Error was slightly amazed with how different this skeleton was. Cracks and stitching on the other's skull caught his eye first before he slowly lowered his eyes lower to take in the rest of the face before him. In his left eye socket, he had a bright blue eye with magenta lines surrounded them in a almost hypnotic way. His right eye socket was droopy - much like Error's own - and had a normal magenta magic eye with a yellow shade to it on the side. Taking in the other's body language and expression, he could tell the smaller one wasn't going to suddenly attack him. In fact, the skeleton - which was a Sans, easy to tell once you see the face shape - looked very shocked to see him, if not a bit horrified and worried for some reason. Maybe he's heard of him? Wouldn't shock him.
While Error took in the other, the smaller one took in Error.
The Skeleton saw a new skeleton, something that had never happened before. The darker one was tall, taller then him as he only came up to his stomach! The newcomer wore a black trench coat with blue glowing stitching, ones that had magic in them much like his own strings. The inside of the trench coat was a dark blue with yellow stitching. A red sweater with black and yellow stitching on it, a blue scarf with red stitching on it, black pants with blue stitching and then some heavy duty sturdy looking black boots. The dark skeleton was unlike any he has ever seen before, with all his colors. The marks on his face looking like tears falling from his eyes, making his SOUL sadden at the sight. The taller one was glitching slightly, and covered in scars, cracks and marks, he was even bleeding and had dust flaking off him right now!
"Oh my goodness!" Error blinked at the voice coming from the Sans. It was slow and lazy, just as many other Sanses, but it was also smooth and feminine in a way. It was elegant and soothing, something that Error has never heard from a Sans before. "Stranger, you're bleeding!"
Blinking, Error took off his hand from his skull, glancing to it to see that he had been scratching one of the newer scars on himself. Seems he scratched it too hard, making more blood and dust come out.
The Sans fretted, reaching into his dress. Error tensed, expecting a weapon, but was shocked still when the Sans just pulled out a small magenta handkerchief. Still bent down, all the Sans had to do was each up to put the handkerchief on the heavily bleeding wound. The strange eyes took in all the scars and wounds that were bleeding with heavily concerned eyes.
Error didn't know how to deal with this.
The Sans blinked when the taller one slowly lifted his bloodied hand, stopping just inches from touching his own from where he was holding the handkerchief on the other's skull. "Sir?"
"...YoU DOn'T KNoW WHO i AM, DO yOU?" The Sans shivered at the other's voice. Deep, dark yet ever changing, like his voice was glitching.
"I can tell you are from another world, there is only me in this endless white." The Sans gently smiled at the taller one. "It has been that way for quite some time now."
Taking his clean hand, Error softly took the other's hand off him but not letting go even as he straightened. He just looked at the hand and now dirtied piece of fabric in the smaller hand. "yOU'RE liKE mE tHEN?" Seeing the other tilt his head, Error went on. "I livE iN thE anTI-VOID, WhERE thERE iS ONlY whiTE - EndlEsS whITE lIKE thIS. OnlY, I bROuGHt colOR TO iT diFFeREntlY."
"Like me..." The Sans breathed in wonder at this. "I never thought that there was someone like I."
"yoU aRE nOT liKE ME." Error pointed out, finally letting go of the smaller hand. "yOU ArE ToO pReTTY TO bE liKE mE." The darker skeleton bluntly stated.
The other started up at him, shocked with color coming alive on his cheeks. Then, he started giggling, hand coming up to cover his mouth. "Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~! Thank you for your sweet words!"
"thEY'RE noT SwEET woRDs, tHEY'RE tHE TRuTH." Error waved it off, glancing around once more, not noticing how flustered the other is now.
"If I may ask..." Error blinked, looking back down at the small Sans. Really, he only came up to his stomach, but a lot of Sanses are like that compared to Error. "How did you get here otherworldly stranger?"
"i mADe a poRTaL thAT EnDEd Up TakinG mE hERe FOr soME reASOn." The glitch answered with a slight frown. Now that he was thinking about it, where was here again? Ink always made sure to name his creations, that much Error was for sure. The Creator named them like they were his children, yet treated them so horribly. What sane kind of skeleton makes a HorrorTale or DustTale?
"A portal..." Shears hummed at this answer. "How amazing it must be to travel outside to other worlds."
"noT TOO amAziNG." Error grumbled out lowly, eyes glazing a bit as he remembered trying to leave the white for so long, only to end up outside and getting the worst kind of shock. insanity followed along with anger for awhile, but those cooled quickly.
"WhaT AU iS tHIS?" Error asked aloud after a moment, wondering for a moment if Ink and Fate are once more trying to do what they did to Error on another Monster. But this was a AU, it had the Codes to prove it, unlike the Anti-VOID which was pretty much a VOID in it's own right.
"AU...?" The Sans asked, a bit confused. "I'm not sure what you mean."
'Isolated...much like I was.' Error sighed, twitching slightly. "thERE aRE mANy DifFERenT woRlDs, WHAt mANy CaLL AltErnAte UniVeRsEs. AUs oR AU foR shoRT. ThEY aRE aLL namED aND NUmbEREd iF tHEY haVE copIES. i CHEcKEd thE COdES foR tHIS aU, iT doESn'T havE a namE tHErE." Now that Error was thinking about it, he didn't know what to call the other. Too many Sanses to go around calling him Sans.
But then again, once Error tells the other what he does, he's not going to want Error around him anymore. Might as well take in all this interaction as he can, not like he's going to be getting any more of it after today. There is the option of lying, but if there was one thing Error wasn't - it was a lyre. Oh, he'll tell half-truths and give vague answers, but not outright lie unless he has too or something of his was on the line. Not that he has anyone like that really.
The Sans blinked at this information. "I...I did not know this." He hummed, thinking on it. "I will have to come up with a name then..."
"SuRE." Error shrugged in answer. He just wanted something to finally call this place. Maybe that would lessen his whole confusion on this. "bY tHE waY..." The Sans looked up to him with a gentle smile and soft eyes. "WhaT DO i CaLL yOU? thERE aRE toO manY SanSEs TO calL yoU 'SaNS'."
"Oh! How rude of me! I haven't introduced myself yet, forgive me. Hmmm...!" The Sans shuffled about before his eyes lit up, bringing out his shears and waving them about. The only reason Error didn't lash out was because of him watching the other closely and he could sense no threat in the skeleton at all. "Shears! Call me Shears, after my beloved pair of course." Taking a closer look at the shears in Shears's hands, Error could see they were sharper then some of the knives that Charas use. But he supposed everyone needed a weapon in reach. Better to be prepared and all that. He could respect and understand that.
It never crossed his mind that there was a high possibility that Shears in no way uses his shears to stab other people. It said a lot about him that he immediately went to the more violent option.
"ShEaRs thEN...noW aLL yoU nEEd To DO iS NAmE yoUR aU. bUt thAT coulD bE laTER, nO RusH." Error said, only to blink in confusion when Shears lifted his free hand to him. Looking to Shears, Error had no idea what was going on.
"Hello, kind sir!" Error held back a snort at that. 'Kind Sir', there was nothing kind about him. "I am Shears, it is a honor to meet you..." Shears trailed off, looking up at Error as if he expected a answer of some kind.
- Music fills the air... -
...ba-thump...
Error looks down at the hand, something too fast swimming in his mind. Blurred and fried at the edges, but still making his body move as if he has done so for many years.
- Dancing all around. Twirling tailcoats and dresses fill the place with color. -
...ba-thump...
Putting his bloodied hand to his chest over his heart, Error put his feet together and straightened.
- Someone stands before him, offering a hand... -
...ba-thump...
Using his clean hand, Error takes the offered hand and bends down straight and gracefully. Eyes locked on Shears, who was now looking wide eyed and pink.
- The royal purple dress and crown tells of her standing. -
...ba-thump...
Placing a soft kiss on the back of the hand, Error made sure to not break eye contact.
- There is only one way to greet a Lady of such high standing. -
...ba-thump...
Lifting up, Error stood tall and straight. "It IS a hOnoR tO mEEt yOU SheaRS. I aM ErRoR, KNoWn DesTRoyER, oTheR hALF oF thE balAncE aND GoD oF dEsTRucTION."
Whatever was in his head was now long gone, no memories of what it was. Error had no idea why he did what he did, but there was no use worrying. Right now he had to think on the fact that him being the destroyer is out in the open and how Shears was going to react to it all. Letting go of the smaller hand, Error waited for a reaction of any kind.
...ba-thump...
You think a God would ever pay you any mind?
Shaking those thoughts off, Shears put a hand to his chest to where his SOUL was beating wildly as if to calm it. Glancing to the hand the taller one kissed, Shears tried to focus. But it was a hard thing to do. "Ffu..." Error blinked, watching as Shears lost it. "Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~!"
'Did I break him?' Error frowned at this, jolting when a hand lightly gripped his arm. Twitching, Error looked down at Shears's now lightly dusted pink face. 'Or maybe he's sick?...But in what way?'
"Such a gentlemonster~!" Shears giggled, lightly tugging on Error. Seeing this, Error started to follow the other. Eventually they came to where Shears had been sitting before. Shears sat elegantly once more, tugging Error down as well. Shrugging, Error swiftly sat with crossed legs. "Please, otherworldly Destroyer, I must ask what you mean by that." Shears pouted in thought. "I've never heard of such a thing!"
"i WaS FoRMEd BY FatE tO bE thE otHER haLF oF tHE balAncE. A skELeTON CalLEd InK iS thE cREaTOR, thE onE whO mAKEs thE AUs." Error looked at Shears who was making strings once more, a piece of clothing with a flowery design to it was right next to the smaller Monster. Not perfect or complicated by any means, but well done. "i DesTroY AU's whEN tHEY GEt tOO cRoWdED, WhEN thEY aRE tOO fuLL oR aboUT to TOucH. iF thEY TOuCH, tHEn THeY wiLL crumBLE anD DesTRoy tHEmSelvEs, cauSIng mASSiVE dEstrUCtION anD miGHt lEaD TO ThE mulTIvERsE kILLinG iTsELf..."
Shears eyes went to Error's injuries. At least they had stopped bleeding, but they still looked painful. "Is that how...?"
"HM, YEs." Error nodded with a dark chuckle. "FaTE faVORs INk, AS FatE cREatED INk WhERE i WaS foRMED. TakEN anD thEN trAPPEd inTO thE Anti-VOID To bEcoME whAt i AM ToDaY. mANY loVE iNk, hIS woRD iS lAW. AS iNK haTEs mE, mOSt oF thE AU's haTE mE as WeLL. FOR doING mY joB in pRoTEctING thEM, i hAVE To KiLL anD DesTRoy AS INk WOn'T sTOP CreaTinG. i AM..." Error gestured to all his scars, feeling good about letting this all out for once. That someone was listening to him for once. "haTEd foR iT TO saY thE lEaST."
Shears felt saddened for the other. To be hated for doing such a thing. Sure, Error admitted to destroying and killing, but this Ink was forcing his hand. In a way, this makes Ink the murder. Placing a hand on Error's knee, he softly smiled up at the glitching skeleton. "Well, you now have another Monster who doesn't hate you."
How could Shears hate someone who has had no choice in the matter? Someone who fought so that others could live? It seems like the Destroyer had a SOUL of gold underneath all that LOVE. Taking his hand off the knee, Shears quietly giggled at Error's shock. It was cute to see such a tall and otherworldly skeleton be so expressive. Such a powerful Monster, yet at the same time so gentle. If Error was truly a killer, he would have killed him before Shears even knew what was going on. He didn't even notice Error at first until the taller one made some noise.
When Shears first saw Error, he had been so happy and worried. A tall, dark skeleton had came out of nowhere and looked ready to dust in a moment. Yet, here the skeleton sat. His injuries healing before Shears's very eyes. They would scar, but they wouldn't be bleeding or dusting anymore. The power of a God he assumed.
Error's head snapped to Shears when the other said this, searching for any lies. Finding none, Error relaxed finally. This was new territory for him, so he had no idea where to go from here. He knew he should have read that 'Friendship For Dummies' book he found in a random Post-Pacifist AU. But at the time, he had laughed at it as he never thought he could make a friend...normally that is. His friendship with Berry and Nightmare's gang was in no way normal or started normally.
"hOW...DiD yoU mAKE thIS?" Error awkwardly asked, pointing to the articular of clothing Shears was making. He wondered if Shears was like him and his strings, forming things with them.
"I've been working on this for many hours, but I ran out of strings fit for weaving and knitting. So I had to get to work making more strings again..." Shears answered as he went to work once more.
"thEsE sTRIngs anD thREaDS haVE maGIc iN thEm." Error stated, glancing to the threads and strings all around him. It reminded him of his own strings in a way.
Before Shears could say anything on this, Error pointed to the clothing near Shears. "yOU mISSeD a StiTCh."
Blinking, Shears looked down to find that Error was right. "You're right...How could you tell?"
"i SeW anD KNiT a lOT." Error admitted with a shrug. "i uSuaLLy mAKe DOllS anD puppETS mosTlY, bUT i CaN makE CloTHEs EasiLy." Lifting his hands, he made his strings appear to the amazement of the other. "thEsE aRE mY sTRings, FoRmEd wiTH mY maGIc. I caN foRM thEM inTO juST aboUT anyTHinG. tHouGh, i CaN SteaL FabRICs iF nEEd BE..."
"Ffuffuffuffu~!" Shears was now excited. "You must have a lot of experience sewing and such?"
"yES...i'vE bEEn DoinG So FoR aS loNG AS i CAn REcaLL." Error nodded in agreement with the question. "AnD conSiDeRinG i'VE bEEn aliVE foR a lONG timE, thAT's SayiNG a loT."
"Then...maybe..." Error's brow frowned in confusion at Shears hesitation. "Could you teach me? Everything I know is by self-teaching, so some instruction would be appreciated."
Shears was greeted with the sight of Error's eyes lighting up in pure delight, a grin on the taller's face. "SuRE!"
With that, both got to work and talked about everything and anything. Error talked about the Balance and all the different kind of AU's he has seen. Shears talked about his past projects and asked questions to the taller one. It was one of the most peaceful moments in Error's long, long life.
Shears was in pure joy to have someone with him, to have some company. Error was a great teacher, if not blunt with his words. Shears could tell that Error was very socially awkward, but well meaning. As the red and yellow tipped hands lead and guided him through a complicated stitch, Shears felt more alive then ever. He has been alone for so long.
Shears had once prayed for someone to come to him, to keep him company. It seems like a God finally answered him. A God himself came down to visit him. It was like he was on cloud nine all throughout the whole thing.
Error didn't know how much time passed while he was with Shears, but it must have been a while because a familiar feeling crawled up his spine and into his SOUL. It felt like something was wrong with everything, like he was tipping over and being stabbed. He knew this feeling very well, and not just for the fact he knows what it is like to be stabbed.
Ink has created more AU's. Time to get back to work.
'At least the Voices aren't here to scream at me.' Error sighed, gaining Shears attention.
"What is wrong my dear Error?" Shears asked in concern, smiling in amusement when Error lightly blushed yellow at the pet name. It was adorable how this tall and intimidating skeleton of mass destruction could get so flustered with a few words.
"i hAVe TO GO baCk To WoRk." Error called away his strings, standing up once more. "iNK hAS mADe nEW AU'S. i HAve TO GO DesTRoY tHEM oR a FEw copIEs TO mAKE RoOm FOR thEM bEfoRE tHE BalAnCE tIPS."
Shears shot up, stumbling after Error. "W-Wait, please!"
Error frozen when a smaller hand grabbed the back of his trench coat. Looking over his shoulder, Error looked down at Shears's worried and anxious face. "WhAT."
"W-Will..." Shears looked so hopeful, eyes pleading to Error. Pleading for what, the darker skeleton had no idea. "Will you come back?"
"CoME BaCk?" Error titled his head in confusion. "YoU WanT ME tO ComE bACk? i AM a kILLER yOU knoW?" The taller skeleton clarified just in case there was a misunderstanding.
"A killer with the noblest of reasons." Shears argued lightly, frowning at Error's lack of answer. "I do not care for that...so, will you come back my friend?"
"...okAy." Error eventually nodded in agreement, not knowing how to react to someone calling him noble and a friend of all things. This must be what they call a twilight moment. "i DO noT hAVe mUCh To DO aFTeR dOING My jOB. SO i SHoUld bE bAcK wiTHiN a FEw DaYS aT tHE MOsT...iS thAT AlRiGHT?"
...ba-thump...
"Yes!" Shears brightened, letting go of Error's tattered and worn trench coat slowly and clasped his hands together tightly. "Do...Do you promise?"
...ba-thump...
Shears blinked when a hand softly touched the top of his head. Blinking and looking up, he found Error smirking down at him gently, laying his clean hand down on his head. "i pRomISe. aNYthINg FOr My FRiEND."
...ba-thump...
"H-Here!" Error blinked in surprise when Shears suddenly gave him the handkerchief that had been used on his skull. Taking it with his bloodied hand, and making sure not to touch Shears with it, Error put it in his pocket. With that out of the way - and feeling very confused on the whole matter but what else is new? - Error smiled down at Shears, not noticing how the other froze at this. "SEE yOU sOOn ShEaRS."
Error then took his hand off him, making Shears shiver at the lack of touch. The smaller skeleton looked dazed at the touch and flustered. Taking a step back, Error made a portal hoping that it would actually work this time. He does in fact, have a job to do. So he hopes he isn't stuck here, no matter how pleasant Shears is. But he would hurry, get cleaned up and come back. It wasn't always that someone claimed him as a friend, and mean it.
As he took a step through the portal, it hit Error. 'What do friends do? Normal friends that don't try to kill others and each other for giggles?' Thinking about it all, he knew he couldn't treat Shears like Nightmare or his group, not fully and he didn't want to. Shears looked so fragile compared to them, Error didn't want to hit him like he does with Dust when they 'play' fight or even think about it. So, what do you do with non-killing friends?
'This might require some research...'
Shears watched as Error took a step into the glitching portal, it closing as soon as he was through it.
Do you really believe that he'll come back? Why would he?
'He promised.' Shears argued with himself, smile growing into a grin and joy over took him. "He promised! He even called me his friend!"
What difference does that make? He is the God of Destruction, no matter if he was forced into it. Did you forget what your friends did to you? You are more of a fool then I thought you were. He'll destroy you.
'Error is nothing like those impostors.' Shears frowned harshly just thinking about it all. 'Although threatening looking, his SOUL must be made out of pure gold for taking Mercy on me. I can see that Error would never hurt me no matter what, even if we did just meet. He saw that I was alone and even agreed to teach me! He is nothing like them.'
Determination over took him, killing all those doubtful thoughts.
- "...okAy." -
Error will come back.
- "i pRomISe. aNYthINg FOr My FRiEND." -
Error promised he would.
- "SEE yOU sOOn ShEaRS." -
Error even said he would be back in just a few short days, at the most. It might take some time, but he will be back sooner rather then later. Shears knows this.
Turning back, a thought hit Shears as he took in his world.
'This world of mine has gotten so big in such a small amount of time...'
Going back to where he usually sat, Shears went back to work on his clothing. He hoped to accomplish the technique Error showed him for stitching. Maybe then, Error will smile at him once more. He had such a handsome smile...
But it was all in good time. He had so many strings to use after all. More then enough to practice with until he gets the stitch just right.
- Meanwhile, With Error In A Random AU -
"WhAT Do yOU DO wiTh NoN-kILLinG MonsTERs? I mEaN, MOnsTERs thAt dON't huRt oTHErS iN somE ShoW oF aFFecTION oR juST WanT To kILl SOmEOnE anD ENjoY iT. WhAt Do yOU DO wiTH noRmAL mONStERS, i GuESS i SHoULD saY...riGHt?" Error asked a struggling Monster in his grasp in complete sincerity. He held the Monster by the throat with one hand, up in the air choking him. "oR givE tHEM? GiFts aRE nORmAL RIGHt? iS thAT somEthING thaT hapPENs? hE gaVE mE SomEthING aFtER aLL..."
"W-W-Wha-?!" The struggling Monster - a bear Monster - choked out in confusion and pain.
"FoRgET iT...thIS iSN'T helpINg mE." Error sighed, snapping the Monster's neck. Although it was normal to kill a Monster by their SOUL, physical injuries can kill them just like humans. The Monster didn't even have time to whimper or scream before they turned into dust before they even hit the ground. "i'LL juST haVE TO wiNG iT lIKE alWAyS...bEtTER huRRY thoUGH!" Error brightly grinned down at the dust pile, leaning down and whispering to as if sharing a secret. "i hAVE a FriEND waiTIng FOR mE!"
Screams of death filled the AU while strings over took everything and Gaster Blasters sounding off.
Then silence.
The last living Monster then opened a new portal, crushing numbers, symbols and letters of all kinds in his hands.
With him gone, SwapFell-39 crumbled before disappearing as if never there.
Giving the new original AU that was too young to be named more room to grow.
-End Chapter-
Here it is! I hope I did Shears justice. JuneTheGlassesBeaer has given me their blessing to developed him as much as I want or need, to take him in any direction for my story pretty much. But I want to keep him in character as much as I can.
As soon as I started reading JuneTheGlassesBeaer's story, 'Tailoredtale', and got to know Shears, I started shipping him with my version of Error. I am trash, and I will own up to it. If being trash gives me the courage to ask permission to use such a wonderful OC, then I am proud to be it! Never mind that JuneTheGlassesBeaer offered to make a cover for this book after I asked to use of their already existing artworks for it.
I am just so happy right now~!
In any case, I am hoping that this will be a long story. So buckle in for the ride that I am about to take you on!
Error is still the Forced Destroyer and Formed God of Destruction, Ink still doesn't know about the balance either. Error hates his job still, but doesn't really care about all the AU's in the end. Too much pain to forget on his part to really care about them all. Error, while found of Nightmare's group, is not for sure if he can really call them friends. They are his, and he will protect them, but he doesn't feel like they are friends. This will be explored and explained more later on.
Also, Error has kidnapped Berry and already let him go in this story. He has yet to see him after finally letting him go, knowing that Stretch would try to do something and believing that Berry doesn't want to see him after all he has done.
Now, on to the next chapter!