When I think on how they all look, I think of them like how blogthegreatrouge draws them. So they do have mouths. I just wanted everyone to know, and so that no one asks why they have mouths or lips if I mention that in the story.

-Chapter Start-

~StoryShift-05~

'Why?'

"N_O-OOOO~" A gurgled scream called out in agony as their bones shifted and SOUL twist.

'Why do you do this?'

"AHGT-" A pained cry silenced suddenly as bright colors swirled around together. The colors never leaving, tainting everything with their deceptive brightness.

'Do you do it because of a reason? Or just because you want to?'

"Ah! Whut is up my main dawg?!" A forced painful grin painted on, eyes blank, but behind the glazed look you can see the shadow of a plea. "Wanna see my furby?!"

'Why can't you just give them a merciful end? Why do you prolong their pain? Prolong their death?'

"I-I.." drool linking out the mouth as their SOUL was slowly strangled. "I w-want t-t-t..." Tears starting to form, their forced grin never leaving even as their SOUL cracked every-so slowly.

'Why can't you stop? Why the Corrupter?'

"N-nn-o.." HOPE dwindling fast as everything twists and crumbles. "I-I...Totally..too...Wanna..." They fall to their knees, clutching their chest in pain. The blank eyes and painful grin never leaving.

'I honestly think I would have liked you better if you just killed and destroyed, not torturing and corrupting everything.'

"Wanna DIE-" SOUL giving in, shattering and leaking out slowly. They fall as they slowly turn into dust. Their new colorful clothing shinning off the sun as they fell. The colors were deceptive, not all bright colors mean happiness or joy. In the wild, bright colors mean poisonous and deadly.

'Why do we have to fight? What is your end goal?...Do you even have a goal?'

Dust flew as the body finally crumbled, their blank eyes hiding their relief for the end.

'Fresh...'

A SOUL raised into the air. Showing the world its cracks and scars. Showing the colorful tentacles wrapped around it, squeezing all HOPE from it.

'WHY!?'

All Ink could do was watch with wide, tearful sockets as the soul finally shattered. Ink fell to his knees, dust flying in the air chocking him as he sobbed in horror. He clinched his paint brush, realizing he was too late again. Ink felt his SOUL burn as he wiped his face.

'No more asking why.'

Ink stood and straightened. He had other worlds to race to, he needed to get there before the virus made everything crumble within itself. He could already see this AU was falling. The coding fluctuating, screams filled the air, and the colors were fading to black. It was too late for this AU.

'What if this happened to Error? What if this has already happened to Error's home? What if Fresh finds Error?!'

The whys may have left Ink's mind, but something worst came in. What if. All Ink could picture was Error in the place of these Monsters. Face turning, forced into a grin and eyes blank. SOUL slowly crumbling. But the worst thing to Ink would be Error's confusion. Error had no idea what a SOUL even is yet!

'I have to stop this!'

Ink sucked in a breath as he swished his paint brush, creating a portal to the next AU that Ink could sense was off. Ink needed to help these AU's first, but after that he needed a plan. He needed to stop Fresh...Permanently.

'Looks like I will be away from Error for a bit longer...I hope he is fine.'

-InkTale-

"WHaT ColoR iS thAT?"

"Pink!"

"OoOo~" Error gasped in delight as he poked at Fresh's jacket.

They were still sitting side-by-side in the meadow of wild flowers. Error refused to let go of Fresh's hand, not wanting to let go of the warmth it provided. Not that Fresh was complaining about that.

Just looking at Error's delighted face made Fresh feel so warm and tingly, and he never wanted it to stop. Fresh looked down at Error who was tugging at his jacket in wonder, eyes sparkling. But then he glanced around at the home Ink had created for himself, the one where Error is staying as well. A sharp burn stung his SOUL but left as quickly as it came when he turned his attention back to Error. "Hey Bruh, whut has been happenin' since I last saw ya?"

Error blinked up at Fresh, his free hand clinging the colorful jacket while the other one not letting go of the colorful one's hand. To be able to touch another person is something that Error had dreamed about for so long, something that he never thought he would get. The Voices always reminded him of that, always taunted him about what he would never get. But he proved them wrong! Sure, he was still glitching and shaking at the others touch, but Error is not letting his dream come true go! "iNK hAS BEen TEaCHiNG Me..." Error grinned proudly and pointed up at the sky. "ThAT is THe skY! iT iS bluE, aND thE WHite FlUFfy THiNGS ArE CLouDS!" Error stated proudly, chest puffed out in pride at knowing what was above the both of them.

"That's totally right my Bro!" Fresh wanted to hit Ink right in the face them rip apart his SOUL for doing this to Error. Creating him then just throwing him away until he wanted something to do. Poor sweet little Error, Ink was such a monster even if he never admitted it. 'Although that makes me wonder why he is even called Error. Did Ink name him that?' But then Fresh's grin grew in thought. 'But I have time to ask, after all Ink will be very busy for a while~'

"OH!" Fresh quickly looked over at Error at his gasp. Error smiled widely as a idea hit him. "i CAn ShOW yoU whAT I hAVe BEEn doInG!" Before Fresh could even blink Error shot up to his feet, and started tugging his hand that the darker one still had in his hold. "I cAN EVen ShOW yOU mY ROom!"

Fresh had to hold back a laugh at this situation. If Ink knew that he was being invited into his own home, something Fresh himself had tried to destroy on multiple occasions, he would have a panic attack and puke so much ink that he would drown in. But the thought of seeing what Error had been up to, and seeing his room, was too good to pass up. "Whut a rad-tastic idea!" Fresh pulled himself up and let himself be pulled to the cabin. "You'll have to tell me everything you've been up too~"

"OkAY!"

-With Ink-

So many AU's that were filled with nothing but screams and dust making Ink sob out only to choke on the dust itself. Inky tears never stopped as he jumped AU to AU, but Ink knew he was catching up to stop it.

Soon he landed in UnderFell 23, and the virus was still in it's middle stage!

"YES!" Quickly pulling out the code, Ink set to work. While it would take a lot of work and on such a little time frame too, Ink had to try and erase this virus from the coding of this AU.

The Sky was already multicolored, and Monster's everywhere were groaning and twitching as if in pain. Ink could smell the Mountain Dew in the air, he knew he had to get to work and fix this one fast so he could get to the rest of the other AU's. Even if every pained groan from his creations made him want to cry out and cruse Fresh's name.

As he rushed through the coding, pushing numbers aside and getting his paint brush ready, Ink could feel the DETERMINATION flowing through him. 'If I made it when it was half-way through here, then that means the rest of them are not contaminated yet! I have to hurry!'

-With Error and Fresh-

"AnD THiS iS mY A-b-C'S!" Error proudly showed Fresh a paper filled with screwed and off set letters, the a's a bit off and the y's looking like x's, but at the top it still had a golden star sticker on it. "iNK SAiD I'm DOInG GREaT AT it!"

Right now Fresh and Error were in the living room, papers scattered about on the coffee table and floor, with Fresh sitting on the couch, with his hat and glasses off, a smile on his face as Error bounced around showing off all his work and pictures he did. And Fresh's smile just grew when ever Error would go to hold his hand soon after he grabs a new paper to show him. 'This is almost perfect!...If only this wasn't Ink's crib.' But it did help that if Ink knew he was here he would flip out. Fresh did like riling up that no good creator.

"I can totes see that Dawg!" Fresh gently tugged Error down to sit by him on the couch. "Soon you'll be spellin' with the best of them!"

Error quickly latched on to the others hand with a sweet smile. "YoU REaLlY thINk So?"

"I know so." Fresh leaned closer to the other, his free hand reaching up to stroke the others cheek bone gently. Error unconsciously moved his head to the touch, making Fresh's smile turn into a grin. "You know my fresh bruh, I could help you if ya wanted it."

"HElP mE WiTH WhAT?" Error blinked in confusion. Did Fresh want to be a teacher too like Ink was?

"Well, you told me that Ink is gone for a while..." 'That unrad wannabe artist is going to be gone for a few day at the least after all.' Fresh paused, his grin freezing for a moment. Just thinking of all the terror and horror that the artist is going through. "So what if I...Stay for a while and help ya out! Just until Ink comes back?"

"REaLLy?!" Error gasped in delight at that very idea. Error started bouncing in joy in his seat, smile never leaving his face. "I WoUlD lOvE thAT! We cAN PlAY, aND I caN shOW YoU mY ColOR-"

'Love.' That word repeated it self in Fresh's head. 'Error would..Love that? Love that I am spending time with him?' Fresh watched Error babble about all they could do and how much fun they will have, his eyes glistening in joy at having him, the corrupter of the worlds and murder of too many to count, spending time with him. His SOUL warmed and tingled, sweat formed on his hands and head, a dizzy sensation making him gulp dryly. He felt sick, but yet he did not want this feeling to stop.

'Why does this strange skeleton make me feel like this when others can't?!'

-End Chapter-

The reason this chapter is called 'Why?' is because of all the why questions being asked throughout the chapter.

The start of the obsession! I have decided that Fresh will be full on Yandere later on. I will try my best, but I have never written a yandere character. But I love the idea too much to not do it.

It had hit me that after having touched someone for the first time, Error and maybe Fresh (Or at least any positive touching as hugs or hand holding for Fresh) would be touch starved after thinking about it. Error has never touched another living Monster or being, so he would cling to them or be so terrified it isn't funny of touching another person.

The Original Error had Haphephobia, which is the fear of being touched. (Having said that, it is a serious issue and is a phobia for some people. I am not making light of this issue in this story future ones or others.) I like to think that after remembering everything, the Anti-void, and maybe if his first experience of being touched after getting out was bad then it is reasonable why he would have that phobia.

This Error, while unsure and naive, does not have that phobia as he doesn't remember his past and resets, and his first time touching someone is a nice one so far. So instead of having the fear/phobia, he doesn't want to let go and carves it. As Fresh is the first person to touch him, when he thinks of hand holding or hugs or touching in general, he thinks of Fresh because of this. It would be like if someone gave you your first kiss or your first love/crush, you remember them for being the first and it being a good one or bad one.