Ssnipex, I would say you made a very fair assessment. But the question is which monster is the liar and which monster holds the truth?

I'm glad to see you back madmalitiangamer. Don't think I don't remember and appreciate how long you've been with me and my stories.:)

And Allagenda-domsitzers-chan it's okay lol. So long as it's not the serial killer part of Anarchy that you're relating to, you should be good.

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Cter...

Huh..?

Cter, it's time to wake up.

Where am I..? Did I fall asleep..?

Oh come now, you can't be that exhausted, can you?

Who's speaking..? Chara..?

Cter, you know I don't like being ignored.

What were we doing..?

My eyes slowly fluttered open, and I winced from the golden light shining down. After only a moment of wincing, however, a face leaned over me, looking down at me with an honest smile.

Oh, right.

I smiled tiredly in return, reassured by their presence.

Cter, I told you...

Something that felt like a tear dropped down onto my cheek from theirs, rolling down my exhausted expression. Were they crying? I'd hate to think I'd made them that upset by keeping them waiting.

Suddenly, Chara's face came into to focus through the golden light, and my eyes widened, suddenly jolted by their pitch black eyes, which oozed black down onto me as they yanked that knife back over their head, malicious grin tearing up their face.

WAKE UP!

I jolted upwards, grabbing my chest and gasping for breath. I could feel icy sweat rolling down my face, and with shaky vision my eyes darted from side to side, inspecting my surroundings.

No throne. No dust. No Judgement Hall.

No Chara.

Golden petals and blinding light.

Chapter 10: Blinding Light

"I think we'd make a wonderful team, Cter."

"Ah, god..." I reached up to run a hand through my hair after I finished climbing to my feet, closing my aching eyes and trying to shake the cobwebs from my brain.

As I ran a hand through my hair, however, I was jolted by the crown my hand was met with, my eyebrows raising.

"Oh, right." I reached up, lifting the crown from my head and looking at it, inspecting it's gold and jewels. "Guess I probably shouldn't wear you around. Not the king anymore."

*Not that it ever mattered.

My eyes glossed down to the text box, and I frowned, just before the crown disappeared into my inventory.

Then, I turned around to face the patch of golden flowers that I'd landed on, and my eyes narrowed.

I knew from what the flowers grew. I knew who had been buried deep beneath this ground however many lifetimes ago.

"..." I sighed, lifting one hand and letting ink gently slip from my sleeve, where it formed a thin stem, swirling at the top of the stem into a delicate black flower that resembled the gold ones strewn about the room. The ink hardened into a shiny black, and I looked from the flower to the grave before me.

"... I was all fucked up before I met you." I eventually spoke, frown clear on my face. My eyes were cold, sunken in. Hiding something.

"After everything," I knelt down, setting the ink flower on the grave before standing back to my full height. "I don't know if I'm better or worse for having known you."

I turned around, beginning to walk away from the grave. As I did, I waved over my shoulder, not looking back.

"Rest easy, Chara. Wherever you are."

I thought long and hard about how to interact with people again. How to understand what it's like having a conversation that doesn't end with a death battle.

How to look at Frisk and not see them.

I shook my head, leaves crunching underneath my feet as I walked, hands stuffed in my pockets. I wasn't going to think about that now.

"I'll try not to keep you waiting."

I said I'm not gonna think about that now.

How could I think about it? How could I face the thoughts in my head? How could I, Cter The Hacker, The Angel and The King of Monsters, admit to myself that I had developed such a disgusting obsession?

...

Obsession.

A hideous word.

*Stop pretending that your titles make you a better person.

"Yeah, yeah..." I closed my eyes, leaning against one of the stone walls of the ruins to catch my breath from the mental miles I'd been running. "Just words and all that, I know."

*Do you?

"What are you on about now?" I peeked one tired eye open to look at my text box.

*If you keep acting like one of them, if you keep pushing away who you really are, you'll be infected with their poison.

"Poison, eh?" I frowned, clearly exasperated with my text box's constant nagging, only seeming to be half listening.

*They will make you weak. And then, when Chara returns, you will die.

"..." My jaw clenched at that. My hands balled into fists and my hair fell shadow over my eyes.

*If you keep this up, then when Chara comes back-

"They're not coming back!" I snapped, stepping forward as if to get in the box's nonexistent face.

*...

I stood there, panting lightly, as I glared at the box, fists shaking.

*... You're afraid.

"I handled Chara once, I could handle them again if they came back." I walked through my text box, continuing forward and up towards the dead tree that loomed just before Toriel's home.

*You're afraid that they won't come back.

"..." I sighed, closing my eyes and leaning forward. I rested my hand on the tree, using it so support my weight as I reached up, rubbing my tired eyelids with my thumb and index finger.

"... Look. It's a brand new world, text box." I let my hand drop back to my side, my eyes only half opening to stare at the ground. "Lets just... Touch back on this another day, alright?"

*Whatever.

I shook my head, pushing myself from the tree and making my way towards the steps leading to Toriel's home.

As I made my way to the door, I lifted one fist to knock with my knuckles. But, for some reason, I paused. A momentary hesitation.

*You'll have to see them again. Are you sure you're ready?

I looked down, took a deep breath, and nodded, before knocking three times.

"Hmm? Now who could that be?"

I straightened my red striped sweatshirt, looking myself over for anything that might give away my... Not so regular abilities. When I found none, I messed with my hair in an unsuccessful attempt at making it look nice, before looking up at the door.

"Coming!"

Somewhat heavy footsteps approached from the other side of the door.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes before reaching up with both index fingers, pushing up the corners of my mouth into a smile and opening my eyes to look up to the door with a much more positive expression.

The door knob turned. The wood creaked as it was pulled aside.

"Oh!" Toriel's eyes widened in surprise as she looked down at me. "Another human?"

"Uh... Howdy." I lifted one hand to wave somewhat awkwardly.

"I'm, uh... I'm lost." My tired eyes darted to the side, and as my smile faltered, the hand I waved with shifted to the back of my head. "I'm lost and I need help."

"Can you help me..?" My sunken in eyes darted up to Toriel, who reached up, placing a hand over her mouth with surprise. "I think I need help..."

"..." Toriel smiled gently, letting her hand drop from her mouth to fall onto my shoulder. "Come inside. You're safe here."

I smiled weakly, and Toriel kept an arm around me as we entered her home.

"Thank you..."

"But if you were to be given cinnamon, you would not turn your nose up to it, would you?" Toriel asked, and I looked up from the wood floor to smile reassuringly at her.

"Not at all, no." Toriel certainly seemed relieved to hear me say that. "I like both cinnamon and butterscotch a lot, actually."

I was sat at one of the chair's of her dining/living room table, though the chair was pulled out away from the table and facing the hallway leading out of the living room, where Toriel stood, smiling kindly with her hands clasped together over her lap.

"Well then I have a surprise for you, my child!" Toriel perked up, quickly darting off towards the kitchen. I smiled lightly as I watched her go, her eagerness to make me feel better proving quite comforting.

I looked ahead after watching her disappear into the kitchen, peering down the hallway.

My eyes widened, and my breath caught in my throat.

Frisk stood there, at the entrance to the living room. They wore the same deer caught in headlights expression I had to assume I was wearing, reaching up and nervously rubbing their shoulder. It was clear they were having trouble with maintaining eye contact.

The hallway stretched endlessly behind them, and for just a moment, a small lapse in my mind, they were standing before my throne. The flowers that I protected so viciously swayed at our feet, and their path of destruction smoked grey death at their heels.

But I blinked my eyes, and heaven disappeared back to the forgiving, peaceful, tidy home that we stood in.

"... Hey." Frisk eventually spoke, looking from the wall to me, uncertainty clear in their eyes, which for once they unsquinted.

"... Hey." I responded, slouched forward in my chair, one arm leaning on the table at my side.

Anthony?

Hm..?

Anthony, it is time to wake up.

Anthony... That's, me, right?

Please do not tell me you were up late again, my child...

Wait, duh, of course that's me!

Anthony!

Who else would I be?

Crimson eyes fluttered open, wincing from the bright light of the gorgeous morning sun that shun through the window.

"You had me worried, sweetheart." A relieved laugh filled the room, and Anthony's beautiful ruby eyes glossed over to the tall goat woman who stood at his bed side.

A light smile crossed his lips as she reached forward, planting one hand on his messy, ivory hair and ruffling it under her paw.

"Heh... Sorry mom." Anthony looked up at Toriel with an apologetic smile from under her hand. "I guess I didn't sleep too well..."

"You weren't up all night playing video games with Angel again, I hope." Toriel narrowed her eyes with a mother's wrath, and Anthony laughed, reaching up and scratching the back of his head as he sat up, blanket falling from his upper body, which was shirtless.

"No, no. I just had some... Really weird dreams, I think." Anthony's eyes narrowed then, glancing to the side. He looked back to Toriel, however, when she offered him the bowl of cereal she'd been carrying in her off hand, and smiled up at her as thanks.

"Dreams? Whatever were they about?" Toriel arched a brow as she stepped back away from the bed, Anthony hunching over his bowl of cereal and scooping some into his mouth with his spoon.

"It's vague." Anthony spoke with a mouthful of cereal, before he swallowed, looking back to Toriel and shrugging slowly. "I think I was in a basement..? And there was, something to do with a crowbar maybe..? I dunno."

"That sounds very eerie." Toriel spoke with some concern, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Well if it was," Anthony took another bite of cereal, proceeding to speak with a mouthful once more.

"I hope I don't remember it anytime soon."

"O-oh!" Toriel's eyebrows raised with surprise, and she quickly looked to me. Her noise of surprise caught my attention, and I looked over my shoulder to her.

"I'm sorry, my children!" Toriel carried two plates of pie, walking to the center of the room and smiling nervously. "I-I hadn't quite had time to inform each of you of the other's arrival..."

"It's alright." I spoke first, though Frisk had opened their mouth as well. I forced a smile at Toriel. "It'll be a lot less lonely with three of us."

Toriel's face lit up at that simple statement, and she excitedly raced over to the table, placing the slices of pie down, one before me and one at the seat across from me, where Frisk timidly sat.

"I hope I do not seem too pushy." Toriel frowned lightly with concern as she sat at the head of the table. "Please know that you do not have to do anything that might make you feel less than comfortable."

"T-this is fine, don't worry." Frisk smiled timidly to Toriel, looking up from their plate. "Thank you so much..."

"Was double extra super nice of you to take two complete strangers in like this." I smiled as well, and Toriel certainly seemed overjoyed. "Thanks."

"Y-yeah!" Frisk nodded quickly in agreement. "Thanks!"

"I only wish I had been better prepared for two humans." Toriel smiled nervously. "It just never crossed my mind that two would fall at the same time!"

"To be fair," I swallowed my mouthful of food with a shrug. "That fifty foot drop is a lot more inviting than you might think."

Frisk smiled timidly and Toriel laughed loudly.

"Well, I sincerely hope you don't plan on taking any fifty foot tumbles anymore." Toriel joked. "I don't think it is good for a human's health."

We talked and joked for awhile longer. Frisk was pretty quiet, can't imagine why.

*Maybe because the most powerful being they've ever met was sitting five feet from them?

Sarcasm, bud. Sarcasm.

Anyhow, eventually Toriel advised us to go to bed, guessing we were exhausted. She was right, it'd been an eternity since I slept on something other than that tile floor. There was only one bed, however. Toriel had been quick to pad a place on the carpet floor with many thick blankets and pillows to make it as comfortable as possible for whichever one of us would sleep there.

"Y-you can take the bed." Frisk glanced to the side, rubbing their arm. "It's, uh... The least I can do..."

"..." I cocked a brow slowly at Frisk, before I sighed, closing my eyes and shaking my head.

"... Look Frisk, you gotta take it easy." I opened my eyes and looked back to Frisk, pointing between them and I. "You and me? Friends now. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"S-sorry..." Frisk took a seat against the wall next to the floor-bed. "I, guess I'm just... Still in shock. Processing."

"That's alright." I took a seat on the bed, smiling weakly. "Wanna know a secret?"

Frisk cocked a brow at me, and I leaned forward, my tired, bloodshot eyes going wide with a certain measure of crazy.

"I'm kinda all fucked up right now myself, my buddy friend guy pal."

"Anthony, hurry! You can still make it on time!"

"On my way, mom!" Anthony called back down the stairs, hopping on one leg to get his foot through his other pant leg.

Buttoning up his jeans, he made his way across his room to the bathroom, grabbing a long sleeve shirt from the floor with his bare foot and tossing it up, catching it in his left hand and throwing it over his shoulder.

He stepped onto the tile bathroom floor, pausing for only a moment to examine himself in the mirror above the sink.

He was on taller side, about six feet high. He had a muscular frame, and his ivory skin was without a single blemish or scar. He looked as though he'd been protected and cared for his entire life.

*It's only you.

Then, why did something about his appearance feel... So...

*Who else would it be?

Anthony shook his head, pushing an arm through his shirt's long sleeve before pulling his head through the neck hole and pushing his arm through the other sleeve, pulling the shirt down over his abdomen. It was black with three red stripes running through it.

After hastily but thoroughly brushing his teeth, Anthony grabbed a pair of socks and rushed down the stairs, grabbing his back pack and throwing it over his shoulder.

He dashed through the kitchen, before pausing, jogging in place and then running backwards past the counter, where a paper bag labeled "Anthony" sat. He grabbed the bag with his teeth, rushing to the door and struggling to open it while he slipped his feet into his tennis shoes.

Toriel snerked lightly as Anthony fumbled his way into the car, dropping his bag in the backseat before plopping down in the front of the mini van, sighing with relief, the opening of his mouth dropping his lunch bag into his lap.

"I knew you could do it." Toriel reached over, patting Anthony's head before shifting into drive and pulling out of the driveway.

Things got real quiet, and I figured I probably shouldn't have said that, judging from Frisk's wide eyed, both afraid and concerned stare.

"... Sorry." Emotion faded from my expression, crazy disappearing from my eyes with a blink. I looked to the side, avoiding those pathetic fearful eyes that Frisk was always staring at me with. Nothing like the eyes I'd gotten used to.

*The eyes you miss.

"Do... You want to, talk abo-"

"Get some sleep, Frisk." I lied down, turning my back to them and facing the wall. My icy emerald eyes stared blankly at the drywall. It was hard to see in the dark, but the wall wasn't much to look at anyway. That said, I stared at it for awhile.

I don't know if Frisk rolled over and went to bed. They couldn't stared at my back and fumbled for words all night. They could have been looming with toy knife in hand just waiting for the right moment. I didn't know and I didn't care.

I just stared at the wall, blinked every now and again, and eventually it was morning.

"So, does everyone have a-"

Alphys turned her head at the slow creek of the door, watching Anthony timidly peek his head in through the doorway into the classroom, grinning sheepishly.

"Uh... A-am I late..?" Anthony slowly stepped into the room, scratching the back of his head nervously. His eyes scanned the room quickly for the only other human that would be in the classroom. A certain friend who would surely have had some kind of joke that would take the attention away from Anthony and get all those prying eyes to stop staring at him.

But after a quick scan of the room, and a couple desperate re-scans, Anthony found that his much more charismatic friend had yet to arrive.

"Oh, Anthony! I didn't think you'd be coming in today..." Alphys attempted a smile to reassure her student, but as usual it came out timid and uncomfortable.

"U-uh, Angel hasn't shown up, e-either, a-and we're working in partners this mon-" Alphys paused as she watched another human begin to sneakily creep in through the door, hugging the wall and standing on his tippy toes, face expressing clearly that he was trying to be comically sneaky. Student's began snickering, and the messy haired human's green eyes darted over to Alphys, who was staring at him with a knowing smirk, trying to hide the fact that she too was amused by his antics.

". . ." Angel looked from side to side, before, just as Anthony turned around to see what everyone was laughing at, he lunged forward, roughly grabbing Anthony by the shoulders, his expression flashing to one of extreme concern.

"Anny, you hoodlum!" Angel exclaimed dramatically, Anthony's eyes widening, clearly startled by the sudden appearance of his friend. "Late to class, how could you?!"

More laughter was aroused from the crowd of children, watching as Angel shook Anthony lightly back and forth.

"Oh what would your poor, sweet, dummy thicc mother think?!" Angel cried with sorrow, throwing his head back. "Oh how she'll sob! How she'll cry!"

Snickering, Anthony rolled his eyes, continuing to let Angel put on his comedy act, even Alphys trying to stifle her laughter, lifting one claw to cover her mouth.

"How she'll cling to me and ask what she could do to aid her evil, evil son!" Angel stopped shaking Anthony, stepping back and putting a forearm over his forehead, closing his eyes, as if to picture the sad scene. "How she'll crave the comfort only a man of my caliber can deliver!"

Smirking playfully but trying to look unamused, Anthony laid a swift jab on Angel's shoulder with his pale fist, leaving him with a warning charlie horse.

"Ow!" Angel grunted, slouching forward and opening his eyes, grinning playfully at Anthony while he rubbed his shoulder and giggled to himself about his stupid joke. Anthony just shook his head to voice his disapproval, though he couldn't help but smile back at his friend, undeniably amused.

"A-alright boys, since you were both late and held up the class with your little show," At this point in Alphys' sentence, Angel leaned on Anthony, putting an arm around the albino boy's shoulder and grinning innocently. "How about you two go get the lab books? T-there should be a couple stacks in the supply closet."

"Sure thing Miss Alphys!" Angel said, wrapping his arm around Anthony's neck and putting him in a playful headlock. "Don't worry, I'll keep this little goof outta trouble."

"Anthony please keep Angel out of trouble." Alphys said, making a few classmates chuckle. Anthony looked up from the headlock, giving Alphys a thumbs up and smiling reassuringly.

Angel let Anthony out of the headlock, and the two turned back around, stepping back into the hallway.

I stared down at my plate with tired eyes, blinking slowly at the two sunny side up eggs that I picked at with my fork.

*You always preferred scrambled.

"... Eugh..." I reached up, closing my eyes and rubbing them with my index finger and thumb, elbows leaning on the table.

Toriel sat in her chair, Frisk sitting on the floor in front of her and smiling up at her as she read some book that I didn't care to listen to. But she stopped her reading when I scooted back away from the table, standing without a word and walking back down the hallway across the room. Toriel watched me leave with a concerned frown.

I made my way down the hallway, slouched forward and hands stuffed in my jacket pockets. I wanted to go to sleep, but knew getting back in bed would just result in another eight hours of staring at the wall.

Eventually, I came to that mirror, and I stopped, turning to face it. I leaned close, resting my hands on the wood of the desk and staring deep into my reflection's eyes.

*There's nothing left.

Ow.

I clenched my exhausted eyes shut tight, leaning my head down towards the desk to avoid the mirror's piercing gaze. My hands curled into fists on the wood, and for a moment, tremors ran through my body. The magic that had been cast upon me and the DETERMINATION I'd been poisoned with vibrated deep in my heart.

Before it stopped.

My hands unclenched and I looked back up at the mirror.

*Man up. This isn't the first time you've had to do this and it won't be the last.

I reached up, pushing up the corners of my mouth into a convincing, Cter grin. I let a fake light shine into my dull eyes, and I looked exactly like the Cter everybody wants.

*You're such a wonderful liar, Angel.

"Don't call me that, my buddy friend guy pal." I grinned over to my text box, before turning around to walk back down the hallway towards where Toriel and Frisk were sat.

Toriel looked back up, smiling as I entered the room, looking a lot less distraught.

"Oh, hello my child!" Toriel closed the book in her lap, Frisk looking over their shoulder at me. "Do you need something?"

"Yeah, I have a question." Toriel tilted her head to the side at my words, and Frisk's eyes suddenly widened, knowing exactly what I was going to ask.

"How do we get outta here?"

"Jokes aside, why were you late for school?" Angel glanced over at Anthony, hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt, which was zipped up to just his chest, revealing some of his black and red striped shirt. The sleeves of his blue, red striped sweatshirt were rolled up to his elbows, and up from between his shirt and sweatshirt ran the cord for the ear buds that draped over his ears. "You're usually always here early. Hate to think I'm rubbing off on ya."

"No, it's not that." Anthony glanced over at Angel. "I slept right through my alarm, I think. I was having a real weird dream."

"Oh yeah?" Angel cocked a brow. "Was I in it?"

"Uhh... I'm pretty sure, yeah." Anthony looked down, holding his chin. "I don't remember exactly, but I think you were a pretty important part of it..."

"Naturally. I'm a real important dude." Angel smirked, placing a hand on his chest, before snickering as Anthony playfully shoved him.

The two stopped before a shut door to the supply closet, both of them looking to it.

"Welp, here we-" Angel stopped mid sentence, the door to the closet creaking open on it's own. As the darkness within stared deep into the two, the lights began to dim and shift, casting the hallway in an eerie lighting. "... Are..?"

"... Uh..." Anthony blinked his wide eyes, glancing over to Angel. "Does it... Seem like it's radiating darkness in there to just you, or..?"

"W-well... Erm... Ehehe!" Angel grinned a shaky, nervous grin, looking over to his pale friend. "Hey, you're not afraid of the dark, a-are ya Anny?"

Anthony froze momentarily. He hated to admit it, as being his age, such a fear was certainly shameful. But, something about the dark... Something about the loneliness, the fact that it was just him, in nothingness, with his own thoughts...

"H-hey, Anny, take it easy." Anthony was snapped back to reality by Angel's voice, looking to him with fear in his eyes, before he felt Angel reach out, putting a hand on Anthony's back. There was a surprisingly serious tone in his voice. "We'll go in together. It'll be fine, okay?"

Anthony smiled weakly at Angel, who smirked gently, before the two stepped forward into the dark closet, wide eyes desperately trying to adjust to the blackness.

"Try to find a light." Angel ordered, and Anthony nodded, the two fumbling along the walls, deeper and deeper into the closet.

And after walking about twenty feet, Angel glanced back at Anthony.

"Uhh... This is a, pretty deep storage closet eh?"

"Y-yeah, you could say that..."

"Anny..?"

"Yeah..?"

"Lets get the fuck outta here!"

The sudden panic in Angel's voice was enough for Anthony, and the two turned back around, sprinting towards the open door, which was the only thing illuminated in the pitch black room.

But, just as they reached the door, it swung shut, slamming them into the utter darkness and locking them away.

"HEY!" The two slammed shoulder first into the door with Angel's shout. "Open the door!"

"This isn't funny!" Anthony pounded his fists on the door. "Let us out of here!"

"Let me out, please!"

Anthony's eyes widened, a shock wave running through his mind, words he didn't remember hearing echoing in his brain.

"I-I'll be good! Please! Mom!"

Grabbing his head, Anthony stumbled away from the door. His eyes clenched shut tight while deja vu rocked his brain.

"Anny?" Angel glanced back at Anthony, concern on his face. "Anthony!"

Anthony managed to open one eye, cold sweat beading down his face as he looked over the darkness surrounding him.

The shadows writhed. They slithered and hissed and grinned and laughed at him.

"Anthony!" Angel cried out again, racing over to his friend. Anthony looked over to him weakly, and just as their eyes met, they widened, feeling the floor drop out beneath them.

And the two plummeted deeper into the never ending black, screaming all the way down.

"It's a real rarity that somebody invites me to their timeline, y'know."

The short, negative colored skeleton glanced past the Gaster that stood before him then, glancing into the strange screen behind him. The screen was different from regular tears that viewed into timelines. It was as if it was... Artificial. Green ones and zeros drifted up into the void around them from the corners screen.

"... Especially someone harboring a glitch like him."

"I believe that you and I just might have a common interest, Error Sans." Gaster's mouth curved up in that wicked crescent, and the glitchy skeleton narrowed his sockets up at the doctor.

"You want me to take care of the freaky little albino for ya?" Error glanced past Gaster, pointing one digit out to the portal Gaster stood in front of.

"Not quite, no." Gaster shook his head, making Error tilt his skull to the side. "But I do have another human from another realm that you might be interested in."

"Oh yeah?" Error grinned a little wider, cocking a brow. "You want me to do dirty work for you? You got any idea how that sounds coming from one of the people responsibly for making my job twenty one times harder?"

"Hear me out." Gaster lifted one hole punched hand, that grimy grin getting a little wider. "I believe you might just have a personal vendetta against this human of which I speak."

"This human I've never met?" Error chuckled a broken, glitchy laugh. "Bein' lost in space time for too long mess with your head, Wingdingus?"

"Cter The Hacker." Gaster closed his eyes as he spoke that name, and Error's eyes narrowed slightly, his joking demeanor fading away.

"... The Hacker?" Error repeated skeptically, and Gaster smiled just a little wider.

"These humans come from a realm with much power over our own. It doesn't take much effort for them to twist our worlds, our timelines..." Shadow fell over Gaster's eyes, that grin from ear to ear.

"... Our very beings."

"..." Error's hands slowly clenched into fists. "... You think that Cter The Hacker turned me into... This."

"I don't have any solid proof." Gaster shrugged thoughtlessly. "But with a title like Hacker, he's got a reputation for twisting the code, does he not? And with where he comes from, and the clear knowledge he has displayed of this world... Well, you connect the dots."

"... Why're ya tellin' me this, doc?" Error's eyes narrowed skeptically. "What could'ja possibly have to gain from me going and deleting that glitch in particular?"

"I am setting up something... Enormous in it's entirety." Gaster turned his back to Error, looking into his screen. "I must place all the pieces just right."

"You callin' me a pawn, bud?" A certain threatening tone reflected in Error's glitchy voice, and strings danced on his fingers as he lifted one hand.

"No no, Error, you are a test run!" Gaster grinned excitedly as he suddenly spun back around to face Error, who squinted up at him. "You are a vital leap that my subject must make!"

"... You're all sorts'a loonie." Error's grin widened a little with amusement.

"If you destroy the Hacker, then he was not worthy of facing chaos incarnate!" Gaster bent his long body, hands behind his back, looming over Error to get a closer look into his twisted being. "But if the Hacker defeats you, then he is on his way to being exactly what I need!"

"You know, Wingdingus, I've never lost." Error grinned wickedly, and intrigue sparked inside of Gaster's mad sockets.

"Ah ha! But you see, Error," Gaster suddenly spun around, looking back into that screen. He watched Anthony and Angel plummet deep into the darkness, before suddenly snapping his head back to look at Error. "At the end of the day?"

"Neither has Cter."

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