#granny g

[novae-viking]

Oh my god im getting flashbacks,,,,

These two set my relathionship standard way too high

Like,,,,,, oh my god. Its them

[harrish6]

Falling Into A Different Destiny - Mr. Erratum - Part 4

https://youtu.be/0MODYCvwhSo

I do not own this video or song, it belongs to it's respectful owner. This song fits so well with Erratum(Error) no matter where he is. And I can't help but think of the 'Valley of Dolls' as the Anti-VOID or even his home now because of Erratum having all those dolls strung up and around him. It also fits with his kids too now that I think about it.

Multiverse/World - Nerd and Jock.

Pairing - Erratum/Nightmare, Nightmare/Erratum

When - Error and his kids land in NAJ before the school year officially starts. So with them being there it changes quite a few things and causes a stir in the school.

Error, Null, and Void lands into a world where kids fight more with their fists then magic, Monsters are above ground and were never were trapped in the Underground behind a barrier, Gaster Blasters do not exist along with a lot of fighting magic, and all the Monsters Error can remember seem to be students and teachers along with others he has never seen before. Then if that wasn't strange enough, Error somehow gets roped into being a teacher of all things. Now he has to deal with all this school/romance drama he in no way ever wanted to deal with. Hell, he never even went to school!....That he remembers anyway. So why do these people think it is a good idea to put him in charge of a class?!

Destiny save him from hormonal teenagers and love struck teachers.

-I couldn't help but work on the next chapter for 'Mr. Erratum' after the last one. This story was all I could think about after the last chapter. Best not fight the creative juices and work with them, makes for a better chapter. Lets see if I can beat my word count record, maybe I'll hit 30,000 this time? If I think on it this way, then I won't pay attention until I finish, then I can freak out over how much I wrote and how many pages it filled up at the end. On the other hand, I'm happy that so many of you like long chapters. Makes me feel so much less guilty of making them so long.

NAJ!Swap!Sans is going to be called Blue from now on. Makes it less confusing for everyone and helps keep track of who is who. Swap is OM!Swap!Sans and Blue is his NAJ counterpart.

Also, more of my headcannons for Monster Kind is going to be in here. It is in no way cannon, just stuff that I thought up and makes sense in a realistic way. Or as realistic as it can get with magical skeleton Monsters that can bend reality itself.

-Chapter Start-

After a week of teaching at the school, Erratum didn't know how to feel about it really. All he knew for sure was that students and staff alike were weird. His students are the best of course - how couldn't they be when they are his? - but that still doesn't change the fact that they make no sense to him at times....Most of the times.

But Erratum thinks his class is going fine all-in-all. The first week was covering safety and how to use everything properly. Simple things that even Erratum knew about without reading about it. The kids were great with listening to him so he must have done a good job right? At the very least Erratum didn't fuck up as bad as he thought he would at teaching.

In all honesty, it was like when he was teaching the Charas and he liked to think he taught them well enough to get by in life.

-"okAY kIDS, thIS IS a SewING NEEdlE. A bAsiC oNE At lEaST. lIKE whAT yoU sEE uSUalLY WHen YoU thINk oF SewINg NEEdlES. SewINg NEEdlES COmE iN a lOT oF siZES anD FOR a TOn oF diFFeREnt FabRICs, SomE hAViNG cuRvES, pOINtEd ENDS, AnD sOME ArE madE fOR DiffEReNt mAchiNES. DIFFERenT nEEdlES foR EmbrOIdery, StiTChiNG, AnD so MUCh moRE As WeLL. ThErE aRE a tON oF nEEdlES thAT oNE caN USe FOr DiffEREnt THinGs IN SEWinG." Mr. Erratum explained from the front of his class right by his desk, holding up a small sewing needle. His desk covered with other equipment that they were supposed to cover by the end of class or at the least most of it. "ThINk oF iT lIKE a smALL knIFe...YEaH, tHAT WORkS. lIKE doLL SIzED KNIVES. iF yOUR NOt CarEFUl yOU cOULD huRT oR EVEn kILL somEONE WItH thEM."

PJ had to blink at that, looking doubtlessly at the sewing needle in Mr. Erratum's hands. He couldn't see how such a tiny needle could do so much damage. Sharing a glance with Undyne, he saw that she couldn't see it too. They weren't going to say anything about it though, but it seems like other teens couldn't help themselves.

Horror's hand shot up from where he sat at the table right by his and Undyne's so fast that PJ thought he had been electrocuted. It didn't take a genius to see where this was going. So when Mr. Erratum paused and asked Horror what he wanted, PJ closed his eyes briefly before opening them up, actually wondering how Mr. Erratum was going to answer, but also kind of not wanting him to answer.

"How can you kill someone with such a small needle?" Horror scoffed gruffly, eyes narrowing at the needle in Mr. Erratum's hand as if it offended him. "There's no way that such a small thing could do someone in."

It showed and said a lot that Mr. Erratum didn't even skip a beat at answering the rather morbid question with a straight and serious face.

"iF It iS a humAN oR a mONstER WiTH a pHySicaL bRaIN, iT iS EaSY." Mr. Erratum started to explain to PJ's horrified awe. "THe bRaIN iS riGHt bEHiNd THe EyES, AnD yoU caN't RestARt a brAIn liKE yOU caN WitH A hEaRT oR SOUL. At tHE mOST yoU DiE, tHE lEaST iS bEinG lEft bRaIN DEaD AnD oR looSinG a EYE." Mr. Erratum then showed them the movement of the whole thing. Twirling the needle before jabbing it in a certain manner at a angle, moving like he was stabbing/jabbing someone. "YoU hAvE tO hAvE thE RIgHT momEnTuM AnD fORcE, bUt iT IS pOSSiblE tO kiLL somEoNE thROuGH thE EYe. RemEMbER, iT IS juST aS EaSY tO kILL SOmEONE thROuGH thIS WaY as tHROuGh tHE SOUL. SOmEtIMEs EasiER. SOULS cAn CraCK, blEED, EvEn bREak oFF a bIT, BUt lIVe thROUgh bEinG stabBED hARShLY. thE braIN? noT so MUCH." The teacher then pointed to himself. "nOW mONstERs lIKE skELEtONs, mOnSTERs WIthOUt a pHySicaL bRaIN oR OrgANS - AS We ArE mOStlY mAdE UP oF mAGiC WItH vERy liTTle pHySicAL mASS miXinG iN, So EvERyTHinG comEs fROm oUR SOULS - ARE haRDER tO kILL oFF WItH A nEEdlE, bUt StiLL poSSiblE. iF yOUr noT stRonG enoUGh tO pUnch ThroUGh bONEs, yOU couLD DiVE doWN AnD thEn jUmp uP, StabBinG uP aND AroUNd oR uP unDeR thE RibS tO gET tO tHE SOUL." Mr. Erratum sighed, rubbing the back of his skull with his free hand. "oF COuRSe thIS woUld BE muCh EaSiEr WiTH A ActUAl KniFe, EvEn a bUtTER KNiFE. bEttER tO StAB hErE-" The tall teacher tapped near his eye socket where a nasty crack was. "aND bLinD thE pErsON IF yOU ONlY hAVe a SewINg NEEdlE tO USe iF yOU ArE gOINg uP againSt tHE moRE magICAl moNStERS. THAt WaY iT'S eaSIER aLL thE waY AroUND. pResSuRE pOINtS, EvEN mAGiCaL SkElEtoNS hAVE a VERsION oF thEm."

PJ will never look at a sewing needle the same way ever again. Glancing around, he knew that the rest of the class felt the same way. Even Horror was looking at the needle in a new light, though he did look a bit sparkly eyed at Mr. Erratum too.

A shaking hand went up in the front went up, and leaning over a bit, PJ saw that it was Blue who was sitting next to Killer in the very front that was by the teacher's desk.

"yES?" Mr. Erratum looked down at Blue, brows raised in question.

Blue coughed as he slowly put down his hand. "Y-You sound like this has happened before Mr. Erratum....Like you've seen it or...That it's been done to..." Blue left the sentence hang off, looking up at the teacher in sadness and shock.

'Oh!' PJ leaned forward, determined and grim as he listened close. He knew what Blue was doing. Digging for information about Mr. Erratum. Proof and another layer to add to the list of what was going on with Mr. Erratum - of how to help him. How the teachers are ignoring this he will never know. It hurts all the more that one of said teachers is his Dad.

What PJ didn't expect was the twisted, grim and broken grin that worked it's way up his teacher's face, his eyes seemed like they were screaming in agony as the clouded over. Memories that must be over taking him.

"kIDS, SomEtiMES thE besT kIND of REvEngE, oF gETtINg EVEN, tO tHOse thAT huRt yOU iSN't huRtINg tHEM bAcK." Mr. Erratum chuckled lowly as he looked to the needle in his hand with a grim gleam in his eyes. "iT SuRviVinG. SuRvIVInG WhATevER thEY thROW aT yOU, To kEEp gEttINg bAkc uP WhEN thEY tRy tO DOWn yOU. tO kEEp WalkINg WHNE thEY bREaK yoUR leGS. To kEEP lIVinG WHnE thEY WanT yoU dEaD, tO kEEP on bREatHinG, WHEn tHEY tRY tO kiLL yOU." Mr. Erratum twirled the needle in his hand, eyes looking out to all of them. "thE FAceS thEY'LL mAKe." The teacher laughed suddenly, leaving the rest of it hanging before he went back to normal, face set back into a neutral line and eyes sharp but no longer clouded or grim. "NOW, DOeS tHAT ansWER yOuR QuEsTIOn? yEs? GOoD. noW, hoW to HAndlE thE neEDlE-"

Looking at the small sewing needle, PJ now knew for sure that he would see it as a small knife for the rest of his life. A dangerous weapon that would need to be handled carefully and not recklessly. The teen taking the warnings close to his SOUL about what seemed to be a close to harmless needle.

Because when he looks at the little needle, all he can see Mr. Erratum being stabbed by someone, someone trying to make him fall only for his teacher get back up. To spit back in the faces of his abusers in the only way that he can, surviving the abuse thrown at him because he couldn't get away from it all.

When the class were given each their own little needle to see and hold, all PJ could see was Mr. Erratum's grim face. With a dry gulp, PJ dropped the needle fast and in a hurry when he looked down at it, making Undyne look at him in worry.

Blood. PJ held back a cry. All he can see is blood on the needle, Mr. Erratum's blood.

But, PJ steeled himself. Picking up the needle, the teen paid close attention to what his teacher was saying. Holding the needle with more respect then what he would have done before. He must be brave for his teacher.

Because if PJ saw all that when he looked at the needle, then what did Mr. Erratum see? What did the one who was hurt by the very thing he holds see? Did he see his pain? The memories of what had happened? Mr. Erratum was a strong Monster then if he could teach the class about this if this was the case.

Still didn't change the fact that PJ wanted to use his new found knowledge about murdering someone with a sewing needle on the ones who thought it was okay to even think about doing it to his teacher.

'Surviving...' PJ sighed, looking down at the clean needle in his hands, knowing that the blood spots on it was all in his head. 'How long have you survived Mr. Erratum? Are you still surviving? Have you ever lived?'

The small sewing needle in his hand didn't answer his questions. It stayed cold and silent.

Just like death.-

Then again, some of Erratum's students were acting off to him. It felt like they were planning something and he had no idea what they were planning. It made his paranoia shoot through the roof at times, but he held himself back. They did weird and strange things that Erratum can't understand why they are doing any of it.

On the plus side, Erratum now knows how to make eggs and toast. Null and Void had seen on the TV of a parent making food for their kids. So they had asked him in a very shy manner if he could do that. He wanted to, he really did, but he had no idea how to make anything. And he wanted to make it all on his own for his kids, like how the TV showed it, so asking Granny for help was out as she would be doing most of the cooking in the end.

Then Erratum found out that there was a Food Tech class in school.

It took a bit, but soon the young teacher taught Erratum how to make eggs and toast. Sure the toast was a bit burnt and the eggs over done, but his kids loved them. So it was a plus in the week as a whole.

Even if for some reason his students kept giving him food for whatever reason. Erratum is for sure he is missing something, but he knew he would never understand normal Monsters let alone teenagers so he left it alone until it either gets out of hand or dangerous.

-Papyrus blinked in confusion when he spotted a confused Mr. Erratum muttering to himself in the middle of the hallway. It was time for Lunch B and he was on his way to his next class, but after seeing his teacher so confused, he couldn't help but stop to see if everything was okay.

Especially because it was Mr. Erratum looking so confused.

"Mr. Erratum?" Papyrus asked softly once he was close enough. Mr. Erratum blinked before turning and looking down at him, tugging at his scarf. "Are you okay? Do you need any help with anything?"

"hELP? We'LL, i SuppOSE SO....BUT yOU hAVE clASS." Mr. Erratum muttered aloud before speaking up the last part, making Papyrus straightened as his teacher was actually asking for help from him.

From him. Papyrus. There is no way he is going to mess this up, not to someone who would help him if he needed it. So there was no way that he was going to let this go. He could be a little late to his next class, it's only the first week after all. They should be lenient.

"It's fine Mr. Erratum, i don't mind being late." Papyrus beamed up at the teacher, making said teacher twitch a little. "Besides, Food Tech is just down the hall-"

"fOOD TEcH?" Mr. Erratum cut in, focusing straight at Papyrus, making the teen blink at the sudden attention. "WhERe YoU lEaRn hOW To mAKe FoOD?"

"Y-Yes, that's what the class is for?" Papyrus asked more then stated, but couldn't help but grin when Mr. Erratum's face lit up with a bright grin, making him look years younger. It was all the better that he helped put that look on his face. It was like a achievement or a gift to see the usually so grim and serious, if not confused, teacher smile or grin. Usually he just smirks or frowns.

"i nEEd tO TAlk tO tHE fOOD tEcH tEacHER bUt i DOn't KNoW whERE thEIR clASSrOOm iS, cAN i WaLK yOU tO clASS?" Mr. Erratum looked down at the him expectantly, making him laugh lightly. Like he was going to say no to Mr. Erratum.

"Of course you can Mr. Erratum!" With a beaming smile, Papyrus started walking down the hall with the taller teacher following close behind. "You were actually very close! Food Tech is just down the hallway on the left." He pointed to a door with a young teacher in chief's uniform that had clouds floating around him. "See? That's Mr. Cloud, our teacher for the class."

"thANk yOU pAPyRuS." Mr. Erratum thanked him before walking up to Mr. Cloud, gaining the other teacher's attention. It was weird, but Mr. Erratum seemed to relax a bit once he got a better look at Mr. Cloud's face. "CloUD?"

Papyrus knew it was wrong to listen in, but couldn't help himself. So he went into the classroom, only to stay by the door to listen in, peeking around so that he could see them clearly. Other students in the classroom also coming close to listen in once they saw who was outside the classroom talking to Mr. Cloud. He wondered why Mr. Erratum need to talk to the cooking teacher. Why the sewing teacher would need to. He hoped nothing was wrong.

"Oh?" Mr. Cloud turned with a blink, looking up at Mr. Erratum as he only came to his middle chest. "You're the new sewing teacher right? Erratum Miscalculation?"

"yES, cALL mE ERRatUM." Erratum gave a nod in greeting before going on. "yoU'RE tHE fOOD TEachER? mEaninG yoU knOW hOW tO COOk?"

"We'll, I'd hope so." Mr. Cloud have a small smile and laugh, clouds lazily floating around him. "But in all honesty, yes, I know how to cook." Tilting his head, Mr. Cloud look up at the other teacher in curiosity. "Why? Do you need something?"

"i NEEd tO asK yOU a QuEstION." Mr. Erratum's face turned grave and serious, like he was about to go to war. This made Papyrus and all the other students gulp and Mr. Cloud straightened at the look. "iT'S vERy IMPoRtaNT tHAT i KNOW. i CaN NOT FaIL."

"....Okay then, what is it?" Mr. Cloud gulped, seeming to try to stand even straighter as Mr. Erratum leaned forward a bit. "I'll help in any way I can."

"i nEED yOU tO TElL mE...." Mr. Erratum eyes narrowed, looking all the more grim. "...hoW tO mAKe EgGS anD tOAsT."

Papyrus nearly fell over in shock, students behind him choked or even laughed, and Mr. Cloud's mouth dropped and his eyes widened. "....What?"

"i NEEd tO KNOW hOW TO mAke EgGS anD tOAST." M. Erratum repeated, face still serious. "i DOn't kNOW a ThINg abOuT CoOKinG, i'VE NEvER coOKEd a DaY iN mY lIFe!"

Mr. Cloud sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Then how have you survived this long? Instant meals?"

"hoW i'VE SuRviVED?" Mr. Erratum hummed before replaying. "i DOn't ReaLLy EAT....bUT i RemEmbER tAkiNg soME ChoCoLAtE AnD somEONE onCe gIVinG mE a...TaCO i tHINk iT WaS caLLED?" Mr. Erratum's eyes narrowed in thought, not paying attention to the now confused and slightly horrified people around him. "i CaN't RemEmBER ReALLy, tHAt WAs yEaRS aGO."

"Taking? You stole chocolate?" Mr. Cloud choked out, looking like he didn't know what to say or where to start. "Didn't your parents feed you growing up?!"

"whY WOuLD tHEY?" Mr. Erratum asked back in confusion before shrugging at Mr. Cloud's stunned face. "bEsiDES, i DiDn't hAVe anY mONEy So i COulDN't bUy anyTHinG. BuT don'T WoRRy. ONcE iT wAS foUND oUt tHAT i WaS takINg oThErS chOcoLATe foR mY oWN, thE bEaTinG i goT FOr iT WaS enoUGh For mE tO StOP DOinG iT." Mr. Erratum told the cooking teacher factually, like his stealing was the issue and not about him not eating, his parents not feeding him, getting beat down very badly for taking chocolate, and the fact that he doesn't see anything wrong with anything that he is saying.

"W-What about the taco that was given to you, didn't you eat that?" Mr. Cloud sputtered, his clouds turning darker and darker, swirling about more harshly.

"SURE i DiD!" Me. Erratum looked insulted, like there wouldn't have been any other option but to take the food. And for all Papyrus knew, there really wasn't any other option.

Mr. Erratum eyes grew fond even as his frown stayed in place. "soMEoNE i'M....WaS foNd oF MAdE iT FOR mE." The sewing teacher snorted, eyes going distant. "hE WaS....mINe. NoT lIKE a SLavE oR anYThiNG lIKE tHAT, bIt lIKE hOW tHE stUDenTS aRE MINe."

Mr. Cloud looked up at Mr. Erratum, clouds around him slowly calming down. Even if it was obvious he still was angered. "You two sound close then, I've heard some students rave about you. Why the was though? Couldn't you go ask him to teach you how to cook or even cook for you? If not now then in the past?"

The glitching teacher shook his head as if getting rid of the memories. "SaDLy hIs bROtHEr WanTEd mE dEAd AND thOUghT i WaS mUCh tOO DanGEroUS To HANg oUT WITH hIM. i agREEd wiTh HIM, sO i StaYEd AwAY." Mr. Erratum shrugged while Mr. Clouds face went cold. "bEsiDEs, iF anYonE oF mINe mAdE mE somEthINg, i WOulD taKE it." Mr. Erratum pointed out, rubbing his tear marks. "iF thEY mAdE SOmetHINg foR mE, thEN i WIlL takE thE tiME foR iT no mAttEr whAT iT iS." Mr. Erratum chucked, as if someone making him something was a nice joke.

"You don't get a lot of gifts do you?" Mr. Cloud asked rhetorically, obviously trying to make the situation more light. "Makes me wonder what your first gift ever was."

Sadly all the students are learning the hard way that Mr. Erratum doesn't understand a lot of social interaction and ques; Rhetorical questions being one of them.

"giFT? SOmetHINg ThAt WaS giVEN tO mE JUSt sO tHAT iT coULD bE giVEN? nOt a WelCOmINg, WOrRy, oR pAInfUL giFT?" Mr. Erratum asked aloud as he tilted his head in thought. The cooking teacher was mouthing 'Painful gift?!' making Mr. Erratum go on to explain what he meant, taking Mr. Cloud's expression as confusion. "tHE tAcO doEsn'T coUNt tHEN, As iT WaS moRE oF a 'PLEaSe EaT thIS sO yoU DOn'T DiE!' ThINg, NOt tHAT i WOulD'VE DiEd." The taller teacher snorted at the very thought before going on. "i GoT cOOKiEs As A WelCOmE giFT WhEN i mOvED......AnD a lOT oF pEOplE hAvE sAID 'hErE's a GifT', 'hOPe yOU lIKEd yOUR gIfT', anD 'thIS iS fROM mE tO YoU' bEofRE, afTER anD duRinG huRtiNG mE SO nonE of THoSe REaLLy couNT yOU SeE." Mr. Erratum's face lit up suddenly, smile growing on his face. "i gOt mY fiRst giFt AfTER tHE fiRSt DaY oF schOOl! mORe tHEN oNE giFt EvEN." Mr. Erratum looked so happy right then, but Papyrus was too busy wondering what kind of gift it was if his teacher counts getting hurt as a type of gift.

There was silence. Mr. Erratum was just looking down at Mr. Cloud waiting for him to talk back or say something while Mr. Cloud looked up at Mr. Erratum like he has never seen him before. Ir was only when the bell rang did everyone but Mr. Erratum jolt into the present.

"....I have a free period next, I know you do as well as it is C Lunch." Mr. Cloud cleared his throat, looking away from Mr. Erratum. It burned at Papyrus that his cooking teacher would look away. It was like Mr. Cloud was doing the 'if I can't see it, it isn't there' to Mr. Erratum's abuse. To all the signs that Mr. Erratum is hurt and needs help, the Mr. Erratum is no longer screaming for help because it has gone unanswered for so long. "Come by next class time and I'll show you how to make eggs and toast."

"thANKS." Mr. Erratum nodded in thanks before turning around, making all the students duck away back into the classroom. Papyrus could hear Mr. Erratum's glitched chuckle as he walked by the door. Hiding a smile as he went back to his seat, the teen realized that his sewing teacher knew the whole time that the students were listening in, and gave no cares of they did so.

During the whole class, Papyrus thought back to what Mr. Erratum said. How little he was eating and just doesn't care about it at all. It was like the teacher thought of eating as a choice, a chore really by how he described it. Like it was a waste of time, that he had other things to do besides eat.

Then, something Mr. Erratum said hit Papyrus.

"bEsiDEs, iF anYonE oF mINe mAdE mE somEthINg, i WOulD taKE it. iF thEY mAdE SOmetHINg foR mE, thEN i WIlL takE thE tiME foR iT no mAttEr whAT iT iS."

Mr. Erratum admitted that whoever gave him that taco was his, just like how he saw his students as his. Meaning, that if Papyrus was to give something to Mr. Erratum, the sewing teacher would take it and even eat it if it was food.

Needless to say that as soon as Papyrus was able to, he hit the library and computers for food that was suitable for Mr. Erratum to eat. It took his older brother, Sans, coming into the school library at the end of the day to drag him out when Mr. Goth couldn't. For the first time ever, Papyrus kept his mouth shut on what he planned from his brother.

When Mr. Cloud looked away from Mr. Erratum, it truly hit him on what PJ and Fresh was telling them about the teachers noticing and not doing anything. For the first time, Papyrus couldn't trust his brother with something or someone. Mr. Erratum deserved to get help, to get better. If the teachers will not do anything - even if it included his own brother - then he would. He would keep his mouth shut and watch the other teachers for any sudden movements while he tries his hardest to help Mr. Erratum.

So, that next morning just before class started, Papyrus gave a small plastic tub of plain broth that he made at home under his brother's watch while ignoring and deflecting all questions from said brother.

"thIS iS...WHAT?" Mr. Erratum questioned, looking the small tub up and down as he gently took it from his hands, not paying any mind to the other students watching them.

"This is some soup I made for you Mr. Erratum!" Papyrus grinned brightly up to the very confused teacher. "I noticed you never bring any lunch, so I went ahead and made you some to enjoy! You can keep the tub too, I bought a whole bunch of them yesterday. So you can eat all of it anytime if you can't finish it at lunch."

"yOU....MaDE tHIS foR ME? YOU WanT mE tO EaT tHIS? AlL oF iT DuRInG luNCH?" Mr. Erratum asked slowly, sounding like he had no idea what was going on anymore. The teen nodded brightly, making Mr. Erratum look less confused. "OkaY tHEN.....bECuaSE yOU'RE asKINg anD giVInG iT tO mE, i'LL EaT iT fOR yOU."

Papyrus glanced to his classmates, who looked like they wanted to ask so many questions on to how and why Papyrus is doing this. He had been too busy yesterday to spread the word or even text his friends what was going on.

So after class, Papyrus spread the word of what he saw and heard along with other students in Mr. Cloud's class. Making sure no teachers saw them, the students made a chart for volunteers to make food for Mr. Erratum while the nerds research what was fine and safe for the teacher to eat. But they had to do this slow and carefully, not wanting others to get suspicious. So only a few times a week they planned to give Mr. Erratum food, slowly working their way to everyday besides the weekend. While they would love nothing more to give Mr. Erratum piles of food now they knew that the teacher would eat for sure as long as his students - or those he saw as his - were the ones giving him food, they couldn't because they didn't want to tip the other teachers off. What if they tried to stop them for whatever reason? Like saying it was improper to give a teacher food unless it was a holiday or something?

No one could see what the teachers were thinking. All they knew was that they weren't helping Mr. Erratum. So they would do what they could without tipping them off. Too much was at stake here to go to the adults when said adults are doing nothing or being willingly blind to what is going on.

Meanwhile, while the students were busy, during Lunch A Mr. Erratum drank all the soup.

Then took a huge bite out of the plastic container, eating all of it just as he said he would.-

And it wasn't just the students Erratum had to deal with, there were also teachers.

Most teachers, Erratum could get away with not talking to. Not close enough to his class, no reason to talk to them, ect. But some seemed to like hunting him down and others Erratum just ran into at the time.

For example; During the whole week, Erratum had to deal with Nightmare at his heels for more information on the past.

This Nightmare seemed to share Mare's persistence if nothing else, always hunting him down and asking questions or wanting something. But in a way, he liked this Nightmare a little better as this one can't poison him without going to jail for it. Although that doesn't stop him from missing Mare and his poison attempts from time to time. It was a fun bonding experience if not helpful, he is now immune to most if not all poisons because of Mare.

In any case, in the middle of the first week, Nightmare had finally cornered him in his classroom. And while jumping out the window was a option, he didn't see the point. Nightmare was only asking for a history lesson on the past, it wasn't like he was asking for him to join his army to help take over the whole Multiverse like Mare usually asked for.

So Erratum told him about how skeleton Monsters used to communicate back before they had developed and evolved into what they were today. Much like humans, Monsters too evolved. A lot of myths and horror stories came from propaganda from the War - in most AU's - but some were based on how they used to look and act. All AU's are based off the Original, and life doesn't start at the war, it started even before Monster and Humans even knew about each other. Little differences may be sprinkled about in different AU's - more violent in some, others more affectionate - but fundamentally the same.

So Erratum told Nightmare about skeleton Monsters before they got lips, tongues, and could talk like a human does. How they showed affection and just have fun. He even told him about how skeleton Monster's language developed throughout the years. How Monsters still have their own language, multiple if you want to get technical, but it was lost to time eventually as more and more Monsters adopted the human language as their own. How even humans have taken Monster language and taken it as their own, claiming it was their own from the start.

Many Monster types have different traditions, life styles, and languages and doing things. Erratum knew most about Skeleton Monsters because he actively researched this during his free time. He stole books, watched AU's before they fully developed, and watched documentaries from other AU's that had information on it. Erratum had no past to speak of, not one that he remembers anyway.

Learning and knowing about how his kind was before was like knowing his past, where he came from. It made him feel less hollow knowing about his kin and how they used to do things, it made him feel like he had a past, that his wasn't lost to Fate.

So he didn't mind sharing it with Nightmare. Erratum felt that everyone should know where they came from, even if they hated it and never thought about it again. Everyone should at least have the chance to know their past. And this was the only kind of past that Erratum knew, so this was his whole past, his life that many take for granted.

So, Erratum had fun talking to Nightmare. It was nice even if Nightmare kept acting so weird to Erratum.

But then again, Erratum is used to Mare. So it should be a given that Nightmare would act different. He isn't Mare after all.

- "Erratum, I've finally found you!" Nightmare couldn't help but grin when he finally caught the taller skeleton alone in the sewing classroom. The school day has finally ended and his kids were busy doing their homework in his classroom while they waited for him to done with his work, meaning that there shouldn't be any interruptions while Nightmare hounds Erratum for history facts.

He couldn't help but smirk when he saw Erratum slump, knowing that he has worn the other out. Erratum sighed, waving him in. Nightmare chuckled gleefully under his breath as he shut the door as he walked in.

Walking to Erratum, who was by the teacher desk, Nightmare stood in front of him with a smirk. Erratum looked him up and down before sighing once more. "WhAT Do YOu WanT NIgHTmArE?" The taller teacher asked as if he didn't already know, making Nightmare's smirk grow.

"I just want to know more about the past Erratum." He stated clearly, straightening when Erratum focused fully on him. "Anything at all you know that isn't common knowledge." He further explained once he saw Erratum's confused face.

Seeing that Erratum was thinking, the glitching teacher's face was scrunched up and eyes distant, he kept quiet and looked around the classroom, only looking back when Erratum finally spoke up.

"....i DOn'T ReALLy kNOW whAT iS comMOn KNoWlEDGe abOUt THE pAsT." Erratum finally said, frowning as he looked down at him. "Do yOU knOW AboUt hOW skELetoN monStER uSeD tO coMMunICatE? abOUt BEfoRE We WeRE thiS evolVeD anD dEvEloPeD? OUR lANgUAgEs thROuGHt tHE yEaRS? oUR lAngyAgE noW?" Erratum asked him, making his SOUL beat a little faster at such knowledge.

"No." Nightmare shook a little in excitement, wanting nothing more for Erratum to tell him all the secrets in the world. For some reason, it seems like this new teacher held the answer to so much that was never known or thought of. "Not much before is known before Monsters and Humans started living together in peace, or as much peace as can be said during those times." He shook his head in wonder. "I never even knew that we, skeleton Monsters, looked any different then now. I mean, it should be a given as humans also went through evolution and development, but I didn't think too hard on it."

Erratum scoffed lightly, as if insulted at this. "oF couRse iT iS a GiVeN! AlL mONStERs HAve EvolVeD, bUT i kNOw bEsT abOUt oUr kIN tHEN oTHeRS." Erratum then looked to him, pointing to his lips, making Nightmare lightly flush as he looked to where Erratum was pointing. "WhEn SkEleTOn MONstERs fiRSt starTEd oUt, We LOOked mORE liKE a skELEton. MORe atOMically CoRrEct THAt iS. MEanINg, We DIDn'y HAVe anY lIPS, WE coULdn't bLINk, nO tALkINg bAck tHEN eiTHEr." Erratum shrugged while Nightmare couldn't help but stare up at Erratum in wonder. "mAGic WAs StiLL....hArsH i GuEsS yOU coULD sAY. iT WaSN't UsaBlE lIKE noW, nOt wiTH hOW We instinctivELY uSe iT TO mAKe uS TaLK. lEsS DevEloPED UnlIKE noW, mAKinG foR DifFEREnt MONstERs. MAgic IS lIKE ouR DNA aFtER alL, AND aS mAgIC bAsED mONStERs tHAt mAKEs fOR a vERy DIffErENt bAcK thEN."

"I'm guessing this effected how they communicated and did things as well." Nightmare breathed out in wonder, wishing for his notebook right now so that he could write everything that Erratum was saying down. "With Monsters turning to dust after they die, it is hard to get a feel for this like humans do." He couldn't help but sigh sadly while Erratum nodded in agreement.

"riGHt. SO, WiThoUt lIPS aND a vOICe, SkElEtonS uSed ThEir boNEs. YOu knoW thE sayINg 'it WaS bONE raTTalINg'?" Erratum snorted when he looked up at him in disbelief. "thAT's WhErE iT coMEs fROM, oR usED tO aT lEAsT. BacK tHEN, WHEN hUMAns hEaRD bONEs RaTTAlING, tHEY kNEW skELEton MonstERs WeRE neaRby. AnD bacK thEN, EatINg a hUmAn woULDn't hAVe bEEN unCOmmON."

"But without refined magic, we wouldn't have a ecto-stomach like we do now." Nightmare could help but frown in disgust while Erratum laughed at his face.

"yEs, bUt As tHE FOoD GoEs doWN, tHE bONEs ToOK in As mUCH As tHEY couLD fROM tHE foOD. WItH hUMAns ALSO haviNG unTOUChed mAGiC inSidE thEM, It fiLLEd tHEM uP in WaYS oTher FoOD coulDN't. bAck tHEN thAT wAS mONstER fOOD. fOOD wiTh magiC iN iT." Erratum waved off Nightmare's disgusted but wonder filled face as he went on. "noW, RaTTalING iS a ComplICaTEd WaY oF 'tALKinG' AnD is hARD tO traNSlatE."

"W-Wait!" Nightmare choked once he heard this, while Erratum just paused to look down at him in question. "You know these languages?! Actually know how to do and speak them all?!"

"i uSeD tO havE a TOn oF timE on MY hAnDs." Erratum explained, making him want to shake Erratum as that wasn't enough of a explanation! Just where has Erratum figured all this out?! Nightmare had so many questions that needed to be addressed, but he wanted to know about the past more right now.

"noW bODy lAnguAgE alSO plAys inTo ThiS." Suddenly Erratum shifted his feet, clapped his hands once, and rattled his bones shortly once. "thAT RiGHt tHErE WAs a GreEtinG, a BAsic ONE anD maIN onE. At fiRsT, EvERyONE WaS FamiLY. EvEryONE WaS kIN. iT's oNLy latER thAT tHIs chAngEd inTO mORe liKE toDaY, AnD thAT Was AfTer WatchinG oTher hUmanS AnD seeINg hOW thEY lIvEd. WhEN thAT hapPENd, DifFEreNt gREEtinGs WeRE thOUghT uP foR DiffEREnt pEOplE; FamILy, FriENds, lOVEd onEs, EcT." Erratum then shifted his feet once more, one foot in front of the other, offered up both hands, and rattled his bones a bit more harshly for a longer period of time. "hERE iS a GrEEtiNG foR friENds, clOSe FriENds AS tHEY saW iT. uSUaLLy THE oTHEr MonstER wouLD do The sAME, mAKinG tHEM clAP hANds ToGEtHER."

Nightmare glanced to the hands, then glanced up to Erratum who seemed to be waiting for something. Gulping, Nightmare clumsily did what he saw Erratum did. Shifting his feet, offered his hands, and much more softly then Erratum did, rattled his bones. Even as Erratum redid it and clapped his hands with his own, Nightmare frowned. Rattling bones was much more difficult then it looked with skeleton monsters. The way Erratum's sounded was different then how his sounded when he tried. Erratum must have rattled certain bones to make those sounds all at different frequencies and length, making for a unique bone rattle. It seems he underestimated just how much communication was developed even back then.

Erratum gently put down his hands, making Nightmare jolt out of thoughts and do the same.

"noW sHoWIng AffEctION WaS diFFeREnt AS WeLL yET stIll ALivE toDaY EvEN iF iT lOOKs DiffEREnt bAcK thEN. bUt tHAt's moStly BECAuSe MonStERs lOOked DiFFErenT BACk thEN. OthErS, nOt so MuCh WItH lOOkinG thE samE." Erratum pinched his fingers together, then to Nightmare's shock, quickly yet softly tapped them on his cheek.  Erratum chuckled at his startled face, making him flush and glance away. "thAT RiGHt tHErE WAs A WaY oF AffEctION foR FriENDs. mOStlY chilDREn. a GooD WaY to GeT TheiR aTTEntiON yEt sTiLL bEInG fReNDlY aboUt IT. A vErSiON of TaPPing sOMEonE's shOUldER toDAy bUT hOLDiNg MORe mEaniNG lIKE a KiSS almoSt bUt nOT QuiTE liKE tHAT." Erratum tried to explain, visibly trying to find the words to explain. "iT IS a hARd tHINg To TRanSlaTE To AcTUAl WOrDS." The taller seemed frustrated for a moment before shrugging it off and going on while Nightmare was rubbing his cheek where Erratum had tapped it. "aS mAgiC pROgRESSeD anD RefINeD, So DiD thE lanGuagE aND WaYS oF shoWinG AffECtION. StILL nO lIPS EvEN AS diFFeREnt KINd oF relAtionSHiPS stARteD to FoRM, SO thEY maDE dO bY mAkinG thEIr oWN vErsION."

Before he could react, Erratum leaned down and lifted his hat up a bit so that his forehead was showing. Just when he opened to his mouth to ask what he was doing, Erratum and him were face to face with Erratum gently cupping his face to make sure that he couldn't look away.

Nightmare could feel his face getting hot as he felt Erratum's warm breath on his face. Those multicolored eyes staring dead straight into his, focusing only on him. His SOUL pounding even more as Erratum lightly bonked foreheads with him. He could feel himself starting to sweat a little.

"BeCAuSe THEy hAd nO liPS, bOnkINg hEaDs WaS thE fiRst vERsiON oF a kISS aloNG WIth nUzzLinG foREhEaDS aS WeLL. iT WaSn't SavEd ONLy FoR loVERs ThOUgH, iT WaS uSeD foR fRIendS anD faMIly As WeLL bEcuASe iT WaS thE onlY vERsION thEY hAa aT tHE staRT." Erratum explained, shortly nuzzling their foreheads together, making Nightmare's SOUL skip a beat. "lAtER, A diFFeRENt kiSS cAME tO bE afTER WaTChinG oTHEr MONstERs thAT hAd lIPS. SkElEtoNS woULd RuB tHEir tEEth toGEthER oR nuzzLE thEIR tEEth On THe ChEEk oR foREhEaD liKE bONkinG hEaDS bEfoRE." Then Erratum leaned up and put his lips to his forehead, nuzzling lightly there.

For a moment, Nightmare couldn't breath. Couldn't think on what was going on as he stood frozen. There could have been a war going outside the classroom and he wouldn't have noticed. All he could focus on was the fact that Erratum was kissing his forehead.

When Erratum pulled away, it took everything in Nightmare not to grab a hold of Erratum. He blinked when Erratum took a step away and started signing something with his hands. It was enough for him to come back to the present, enough to put these thoughts and feelings on the back burner to think about later. Focusing on the other's hands, and trying to will his blush away, Nightmare saw that it was very similar to ASL but also different as Erratum did signs that he has never seen before.

"thEN CamE WhAT WAs cALLEd 'tAlkINg WiTH hAnDS', WhaT hUMAnS noW cALL siGn lANguAGE." Erratum then started signing - some signs he had never seen before or looked slightly different then what he was used to - what he was saying, looking straight at him while his hands flew through the signs. "humAnS ToOK thE lAnguAGE aS thEiR oWN, SayINg tHAt tHEY WeRE thE onEs tO CreATE iT As MONStERs WeRE noT wELL liKED bAck tHEN, mAKinG diFFeRENcES tO thEM AS iT bETTER fiT With thiEr HANdS. yoU caN imAgiNE thE ouTCrY iF hUMAnS knEW thIS." Erratum chuckled, seeming to like the very thought of turning history up on it's head and all the chaos and fighting that would come with it.

Honestly, Nightmare wouldn't be shocked if this was the case. He could totally see Erratum laughing at everything and just watching everything turn to hell around him as long as everything he considers his is safe. After hearing Erratum talk to one of his sons, Nightmare has a better feel to how Erratum thinks. Or so he liked to think.

"AfTEr A qUITe a BiT oF TimE, mAgiC stARTEd To RefINE. thIS mEanT tHAT MOnstERs stARtED tO evOLvE inTo HOW thEY lOOk noW." Erratum gestured to his lips and eye sockets, blinking to show what he meant, then pinched his own cheek and pulled before stopping. "bONEs BEcAME mORE liKE skIN IN somE plAcES WHiLE yET staYINg tHE saME. ThEY coULD BlINk, THEy coULd mAKe soUNDs comINg FrOM wiTHin THEmsELvES wiThoUT NEEdinG tO raTTle thEIR bONEs. ChAngE wAS hERE, sO thAT mEanT tHEY muSt chNAGE thEY wAY thEY gO abOUt tHinGs IN oRdER to SurViVe." Erratum shifted, frowning a bit. "thE nEW lANgUAge iSn't ReaLLy....WorDS. thEY aRE moRE lIKE soUNDs AND TOnEs mAShiNG toGETHER TO MakE a nEW soUND. iT iS vERy DiffiCult tO tRaNSlatE inTO WORdS, bUt i'LL TrY."

Nightmare didn't expect the noise to come out of Erratum's mouth. It was like a rumble, a threatening growl, clips, tones and so much more mixing together to make a whole new sound at different frequencies and tones that he has never heard before. It wasn't smooth, but it made Nightmare still and flush at the sound directed at him. It wasn't a pretty language he found, but a strong one. If someone talked like that, it would gather attention for how strong and harsh it sounded. It demanded respect in a way Nightmare hasn't seen a language do before. It flowed a bit, but in the end it sounded rough and almost unforgiving. Like it was a threat but softening a touch for the sounds that was coming out, letting anyone who hears it know that the threat can and is there, but not for the receiver. No words, but sounds mixing together to make something new.

Erratum paused once he was done 'talking', before giving a smirk. "thAT ROuGHlY TrAnSlaTEs To 'mY GoOD fRIEnd, miSSeD yOU, Do NOt pARt RIGHt noW.'" Erratum shrugged, looking a bit frustrated. "noT ExaCtALLy iT, bUt cloSE enOuGh." Erratum then pointed to himself, looking down at Nightmare in question. "DiD yoU noTicE hoW ROuGh AnD haRSh mY SOuNDS wERE?"

"Yes!" Nightmare quickly said, then coughed and cleared his throat hoping to the stars that his flushing face wasn't as bright as the sun now. He didn't want to make himself look like a fool. "I mean, yes, I did. Is it always like that? I can't see such harsh tones coming from a child."

"nO, EvERyONE soUNDeD diFFeREnt FRom oNE anoThER." Nightmare frowned in confusion, flushing a little more when Erratum lightly poked his cheek once more with his pinched fingers to get his attention. Nightmare looked back up Erratum who just look amused with his confusion. "thE soUNDs CaME fROM thEIR mAgiC, thEIr SOUL iF yoU wANt tO gET teChinCaL. EvERyONE hAS a DiffEREnt SOUL, nOne Are THE ExaCt SAMe. thEN WItH thEIR SloWLy RefiNINg mAGiC aDDeD iN, iT aLSo ADDs a DiffEREnt lAyER tO hoW oNE SOUndS WHEn 'TalKinG'. mANy CalLEd iT 'TaLKinG In TonEs anD soUNDs' oR juST simPLy 'TaLKinG SounDS'." Erratum suddenly looked amused, making a smile slip it's way up Nightmare's face at the other's sudden amusement. "thIS IS WhERe FoNT nAMEs COmE fROM. skELeTOn MONsTER USeD to BE namED onLy afTER tHEY stARTed mAKinG noiSeS oR stRATEd wRitING. fOR ExamPLE, if A skELEtoN WaS namED 'ComIC SanS', thEY woULD soUND loW anD sloW, alMOSt lAzY liKE anD wRItE wiTh no CapitaLS." Nightmare couldn't help but snort at this, finding this fitting perfectly with the only Sans he knows. "SkEleTOn MONStERs maDE uP the FONTS FoR hoW SomEONE tALKEd oR wROTe, As maGic plAyED a A paRt iN tHAT aS wELL. hUMAns aLSO uSe THeSE FOntS foR thEIR oWN noW. bUT nOW EvERyONE caN WriTE aND tALK thE saME, lIKE huMANs, SO thAT pRacTicE haS stOppED. nAMEs hOLD diFFERent mEanINGs noW. alThoUgh yOU MigHT noTicE BabY bONEs anD liTTle bONEs WriTiNG WeiRdlY oR mAKinG soUNDs DurING BAbY baBBlinG, thaT's nATuRaL. iT's hoW PAREnts BAcK thEN deciDEd nAMEs afTEr aLL."

"Fascinating..." Nightmare breathed out at all this new information. Sure, there must be a ton that Erratum was leaving out or not out right saying, but it was enough for now. A lot of what Erratum has told him would be enough to over turn quite a bit in the history books. Then a thought hit him. He glanced up at Erratum, fixing his hat and couldn't help but ask. "Erratum...Is that how you got your name? Like back then? Erratum does mean 'A writing error'...."

Nightmare almost retracted his question once he saw Erratum twitch and still. Then the taller skeleton started rubbing his tear marks and tugging at his scarf, eye distant as he started talking. "i WaS namEd BasED ON hoW oTHErS saW mE, hoW I lOOk AnD tALK, hoW i uSeD to WriTE. SO yEs, i WaS namEd liKE in thE olDeN DaYS." Erratum chuckled a bit darkly. If Nightmare had hairs, they would be standing on edge at the sound. "thEY SaW mE AS a GLiTcH, somEthINg noT riGHT. i SounD likE onE aS wELL. mY voiCe gliTchES aLL thE tiME. iT taKEs ConcEnTRatION on mY paRT tO mAKE mY voicE stabLE. mY wRitInG usED TO bE a mIXtuRE oF EvERyThINg TO mAKE WoRDs; UsINg nUmbERs, symBolS, anD lEttERs tO mAKE thE woRDS." Erratum's grinned in a twisted way, sharply turning his head to Nightmare, who flinched back a little at the sudden movement. "thEY maDE suRE to REminD mE oF whO I aM evERyDaY. oF whERE mY pLAcE WAs." Erratum growled out, harshly tugging at his scarf now. It suddenly hit Nightmare that Erratum tugging on his scarf was a way to comfort himself. That or a way to stop himself from lashing out. Either option or both sounding plausible.

"Your place is here." Nightmare blurted out without thinking about it. Erratum froze in mid-tug, blankly looking at him. While he might have just blurted it out, Nightmare found what he said to be true. Erratum...fit for the better lack of the word. The taller skeleton fit in ways that Nightmare couldn't understand. Just in a few days, Erratum had taken his students under his wings and the students seemed to love them for it. He knew for sure that his own sons admired and looked up to Erratum. Moonlight still raving about Erratum teaching him how to shoot a hoop and dribble, practicing almost all the time so that he can show 'Mr. Erratum how much I improved!'. It was cute and just showed how much that Erratum had touched the teens's SOULS with his words.

Erratum made a place here in just a few days, and Nightmare couldn't imagine anyone else in his place. The glitching skeleton fit here, much more then where he was that much Nightmare could tell. Those other people, wither they be family or not, don't deserve him if that's how they viewed him.

"It doesn't matter what they said now, your place is here now." Nightmare stated again, straightening and looking determined into Erratum's still blank eyes. "You fit here, the students love you even though you have only been teaching here a few days. Your place is a choice, and you made the choice to teach here. Therefore your place is here. In this school, in this classroom." Nightmare smiled up at Erratum, eyes softening. "You can have more then one place. But that's all up to. But I have to tell you, your students are more then likely to fight for you. I could see them tearing whoever told you such things a new one." He chuckled a bit darkly as he closed his eyes. "Don't tell them, but I wouldn't stop them. I might even join in!"

Nightmare stopped chuckling at once when hands gently cupped his face. Eyes shooting open, Nightmare was greeted with Erratum once more right in front of his face. Taking in a shuddering breath when Erratum lightly leaned forward so that they were touching foreheads once more. His SOUL started stuttering when the sewing teacher opened his mouth and started talking in tones and sounds. Shivers went down his spin with how the other sounded but looked at him with such gentle and soft eyes.

Erratum stopped talking in sounds and laughed before translating what he said. "aLL mY tHAnkS tO yoU, tO ONE nEaR mY SOUL, i hEaR yOUr soUNDs, aLL tO mY SOUL. CaRRY In mY SOUL, i taKE yoUr SoUNds." Erratum smiled brightly, cheeks lightly turning yellow. Nightmare's SOUL was flying as he gulped dryly at what he was seeing and hearing. "thANKS NighTmaRE. NO onEs hAS evER saID suCH thINGs TO mE."

"Y-Your welcome." Nightmare breathlessly stuttered, feeling out of breath while Erratum leaned away and stepped back. The history teacher suddenly felt colder.

Nightmare felt like he was in a daze when Erratum looked to the clock on the wall and frowned at what time was showing. He could barely make out Erratum saying he needed to get home, that he had fun, and telling Nightmare to lock up for him. He hummed in agreement, watching almost blankly as Erratum got ready and left with a wave and goodbye.

Stumbling to Erratum's desk, Nightmare leaned heavily on it as his mind raced. 'What is wrong with me?!'

It was only when his kids found him a hour later did he he finally calm down. He ignored the concerned and confused looks he got from his children as they all got in the care, not one asking why he was in Erratum's classroom. Both his sons knew he often tried to hunt-find Erratum to ask him about history facts that the other knew. But that still doesn't change the fact they found him leaning on the desk holding his head, muttering to himself.

His mind was jumbled and confused, his SOUL a mess. He had no idea what was wrong with him. All he knew was that Erratum was the issue. Nightmare knew he was attracted to Erratum, he wasn't stupid or oblivious, but he didn't know how much.

'This is just a small crush.' Nightmare eventually decided hours after he got home, his SOUL calming down. 'It will go away eventually. I just met Erratum after all! These feelings are small and shallow, they will just fade as time goes on. Sooner rather then later.'

The next day Nightmare cursed his SOUL as it skipped a beat when he caught sight of Erratum. -

Erratum is actually glad that he is making friends with Nightmare. It was familiar yet not. He was fond of Mare, but with Nightmare it was a softer friendship. You know, where he didn't have to fear getting poisoned, hurt and/or kidnapped to a random AU that is filled with poison. So all in all, Erratum thought that was going great! Swap would be proud of Erratum making a friend no matter where he found one.

Those were the main things in his week, and now it was the start of his second week at teaching, Monday. Saturday was spent taking Null and Void to the park that was a fifteen minute walk from his apartment, it was a day of spending time with them as he spent so much time away from them. He loves spending time with them and would do it all the time if he could. Sunday was Novela marathon day, as Erratum had bought all the seasons and movies online to watch them. He saw it as a good way to teach the kids Spanish anyway, as there was no dub or sub. Watching a live AU means no subs or dubbing, so Erratum had picked up Spanish in his long years of watching UnderNovela. Made understanding things so much easier in the long run, so, Erratum would teach the kids Spanish as the show went on or after it.

It was a great weekend, filled with his children's laughter. Erratum hated when Monday came, it meant that he would have to leave his kids for long hours, but it had to be done. No matter how much he would rather stay at home and play with Null and Void.

So when Granny G had come by early Monday morning with some news that worried and shocked Erratum, the world must have heard him and answered for once.

Figures the world and stars wouldn't answer him for anything else, like dying finally and staying dead.

"WHaT DO yOU mEaN YOu caN't WatCH thE kIDS nExT WeEK?!" Erratum questioned in shock from where he stood in the doorway of his entrance to his apartment.

"I know this is sudden." Gina sadly sighed from where she stood outside, a few travel bags at her feet. "But my youngest cousin is getting married. I have to go help with the wedding, so I am going to be gone for about a week or two. I would have told you sooner, but I didn't know this all until about a hour ago." Gina's eye twitched, showing her own frustration and annoyance. That alone saved her from a dangerous blow out from Erratum.

But Gina better hope her cousin doesn't come to town, because they won't be saved from a frustrated Erratum like Gina is.

"thEn WHAt DO i DO wiTH tHE kiDS?" Erratum scowled in frustration, hands almost making dents on the doorway as he held onto them. "I doN't TRusT DaYCAREs noR thEsE...'BabYsiTTerS'. i DON't WanT a StraNGEr IN hErE wiThoUt mE neaR thEM."

Gina bit her lip, thinking about it. "...All I can say is call the school and ask about options. I'm sure that this has happened with other teachers with children." The grey haired women shrugged sadly. "I'm sure the school system has changed a lot from when I taught. It's like every few years something changes."

Erratum closed his eyes and sighed lowly, letting go of the doorway to rub his tear marks. "...yEaH, i'LL dO THAT. noT likE i haVE muCH oF a chOICe ANyWAY." Erratum opened his eyes and glanced down to the bags near her feet. "DO yoU nEEd hELP wiTh tHE bAGS?"

"No, but thank you for asking." Gina thanked with a smile as she picked up her bags with a huff. "I need to go if I want to catch my plane. Be safe Erratum and tell the children I will miss them. Make sure to call me later on, I'll text you once I am at my Cousin's."

With a wave and a nod goodbye - Erratum watched to make sure she made it to her car alright as it was still slightly dark out being five in the morning at fall time - Erratum closed the door and lightly banged his head on the now closed door. While he didn't want his kids home alone or with a stranger, he also was worried about them coming to school with him. Or better yet, the school giving him a option he will not like. Either the kids come with him or he is staying home, this job be damned.

With that in mind, Erratum backed away from the door and went to the kitchen table where his cell phone sat. He needed to hurry, he had to be at school at six like the others teachers to get everything ready for class. Some teachers even coming in at five to get ready. In any case, Erratum needed to know what was going on in this week and maybe the next, wither he was going to get fired or not for not wanting to leave his kids alone or with a stranger.

Picking up the phone, Erratum looked for the number that was given to him. Putting the phone to his head as it rang, he sat down at the table and started tapping his fingers while he waited for someone to answer.

".....aH, yEs tHIs iS ERRatUM miscALculatION." Erratum stated right off the bat once the phone was answered. "i hAVE a iSSuE." A short pause. "i WOuLdn'T CaLL iT THAT. bUT i DOn'T hAVE anY ONE tO WaTCH mY kIDS fOR thIS WeEk anD maYBE thE nEXT. SO i WanTEd-" Erratum paused once more as someone talked on the other end. Suddenly a surprised expression over took Erratum's face. "REaLLy? juST liKE thAT?" A beat, then Erratum shrugged. "yEaH, TechINCaLLy oThEr TEachERs DO iT tOO, buT thEIR kIDs aRE enROlLED alREadY. BUT iF yoUR SayINg iT's alRiGHt...." Erratum chuckled after a moment. "yEaH, thANkS. My KIDs ArE pRefeCt anYWaY, i DOn'T knoW hoW thEY tuRNed oUt tHAt WaY, BUt i SuRE AS hELL don'T DeseRVe thEM. I'LL SeE yOU aT scHoOL tObY." With that Erratum hanged up and got up to get changed and get started on some eggs and toast.

His kids had a long day ahead of them and Erratum needed to pack a bag for them and get them ready, seems their starting school early. They only had a hour to get ready and Erratum had to talk to them about what was going on and some ground rules. If Null started talking about his magic, problems may come up unless he tells half truths that magic is in stories that he tells them, making them chalk it up over active imagination.

In any case, he got to spend more time with his baby bones.

-UnderHigh, A Hour Later, Cafeteria-

"I messed up the tables. I forgot to move one to the middle...." Sans groaned as he slumped onto the table, sitting next to Grillby. Nightmare snorted from his seat, sorting through some papers while Error snickered and leaned into Ink. Cross was looking over the tables, noticing one that was far off in the corner that needed to be put in the middle or move all the tables over and shove the table in line with the others, in any case it would take a bit of work. Dream meanwhile was just thinking on how Sans forgot to unhook a table and wheel it in place. Usually Asgore did all this, but he was needed to clean up a few classrooms right now, but Sans should be slightly used to this as he has helped out Asgore plenty of times before.

"Your such a lazy ass." Error snorted, making Ink lightly wack his arm. "What? He is!"

"I'm more concerned about how he forgot a table that he already undid off to the side when he should have wheeled it to the middle before unhooking it at all." Dream said, feeling a bit impressed but also confused. "How did you not notice this? Or did it to begin with?"

Cross sighed when Sans just lazily shrugged in answer. "We'll, unless you can wheel it around all the other tables, you are going to have to lock back up the other tables and move them around."

Before Sans could complain more, the doors leading to the side parking lot that was right by the cafeteria opened, making everyone turn to look to see who was walking in.

Many SOULS died from the cuteness and shocking scene that was in front of them.

Erratum was the one walking in, nothing off about that. No. It was the children on him that threw everyone for a loop.

Erratum was shutting the door now, wearing his trench coat and wearing a big over the shoulder bag that obviously a baby bag that was stuffed to the brim. He had made his scarf into a makeshift sling for one baby bones - who was in a lovely orange dress and red fluffy jacket and was trying to look at everything in wonder - and had another baby bones - who was in a pretty blue dress with flowers on it, a fluffy pastel yellow colored jacket and was looking at everything with caution but curiosity - sitting on his shoulders, the baby bones holding onto his head and legs wrapped around his neck. Both children had on knitted jackets that Erratum has obviously made for them.

"-AND thIS iS THE caFEtERiA. iT WhERE StuDENTs CaN EaT anD buY foOD." Erratum was explaining as he walked in, gesturing to the whole cafeteria. "noTiCe hOW iT LOokS liKE thAT pRisON We SaW oN TV thE oTHEr dAY. lUckILy, STuDenTS cAN EaT OUtSIDe oR IN a clASSroOm iF thE tEachERS alLOW iT."

Ink quickly cleared his throat to get the other's attention while jaws dropped or some where coughing to hide their laughs at how Erratum is explaining school to who were obviously his children.

Erratum jerked his head to the groups direction, calming down when he saw who was there. He would hate to run into the Gaster that works here when he had his kids with him. That's waiting for a explosion to happen.

Walking to the table where they all sat, Erratum got both his kids off of him and sat them down on the table so that they could see everything. Null and Void looked to everyone, both refusing to let go of their Daddy's arms even as he let go of them. They had only see so many strangers at the park, but never this close.

"So, who are these adorable baby bones~" Dream cooed out, making both said baby bones cuddle close onto Erratum who sat down and put them both in his lap once it was certain they were not going to let go. "They're so cute~"

The tall skeleton shifted, so that both children were facing outwards. Didn't stop the kids from clinging onto their Father though. Erratum looked to the older one in blue and yellow. "thIS hERE iS mY olDEst SOn, NUlL." Then he looked to the youngest in red and orange, who was nibbling on his Father's coat sleeve. "tHiS ONE hERE iS mY yOUNgESt sON VOId." Erratum then smirked, looking amused more then anything. "toGEthER tHEY aRE nULL anD vOID, mY liTTlE TeRRoRs." Both kids laughed and cooed when Erratum bounced them as he said this.

Error straight up laughed while the others were just staring at Erratum in shock that he would name them that. But Nightmare was soon hit with a thought, that maybe that there is a tradition that he doesn't know about or it was one of the ones that Erratum had mentioned before.

"Erratum, why did you name your children that?" Nightmare asked politely, setting down his paper work to give Erratum his full attention. "Those names sound....harsh to others."

"thEY WanTEd a nAME likE mINE oF aLL thINGS." Erratum frowned and shrugged, as if he didn't get it even though he named them, never mind that he was implying that waited so long to name them and asked them what they wanted to be named. "AlthOUgh iT IS a TRadiTION In Some FamiLIEs TO HAvE siMilAR oR ALikE namES noW thAT i THink ABouT iT...." Erratum muttered to himself a look of realization on his face.

While the other adult skeletons were trying to process this, or even think on what to say, Erratum was looking to the table in the far off corner. "WhaT's Up WitH thAT TablE? iT WaSn't liKE thIS laST wEEk." Erratum suddenly nodded as if he got it. "AH, iT's tHE shAME tabLE. fOR tHE stUDEntS yOU don'T lIKE oR DID somEthING wRONG riGHt?"

"What?!" Cross choked out while Sans was hurriedly shaking his head in denial. "No! I just messed up the tables!" Sans sighed, looking frustrated as he sat up. "It was meant to go over there." He pointed to a open space in the middle. "But for some reason my brain just went off and I thought I did put it there only to unlock it and leave it in the corner. I'm going to have to lock everything back up and move it, it's not like I could carry it there or wheel it in between everything." Suddenly Sans looked hopeful. "Unless you can do it for me Erratum~"

Grillby slapped Sans across the head, making him sputter, while Erratum shrugged. "SURe. i CaN do IT."

All the teachers turned to Erratum, who was getting up and sitting the kids back on the table. "StaY hERE, i'lL bE RIgHT bAcK. I'm GOInG tO moVe a TabLE." He patted each on the head, waited to nod, and started walking to the table in the corner, not listening to the other teachers calling for him and saying he doesn't need to do it.

Sans shrunk back at the glares directed at him while Ink turned his attention to the baby bones.

"Hello there!" Ink smiled brightly when the kids turned to look up at him, Null looking him up and down suspiciously. Ink figured he got it from his Father. "I'm Ink, a teacher here. I work in the room right by your Daddy's." Seeing them both relaxed, Ink asked a question that has been on his mind sense he saw them. "What are you doing here if you don't mind me asking?"

Null shifted, holding tightly onto his little brother. "Granny couldn't watch us, she had to go on a trip for a wedding for a few weeks." Null's pout turned into a bright smile. "So Daddy called the school and asked what to do, and the pr-in-c-i-ple said we could come to work with Daddy!"

"But what about your Mother? Or maybe other Father?" Error asked in confusion while others were cooing at Null. Nightmare sat straight, listening in more closely. Just because Erratum wasn't married didn't mean he hadn't been in a relationship before. The cooing stopped and Sans and Cross leaned forward a bit, remembering what Error had said on the first day about abusive relationships.

Seeing Null's and Void's confusion, and feeling a bit off about it, Dream elaborated a bit. "He means about the other person who watched over you. Who helped create you."

The sudden terrified looks that Null and Void sprouted made all the workers freeze.

"Daddy said He wouldn't get to us!" Null shook his head violently while Void curled up with a "No!".

"He?" Cross unconsciously asked before he thought about it. When Dream elbowed him, that made him backtrack. "You don't have to-"

"He had us before Daddy saved us!" Null suddenly looked happier. "Daddy knew that He was a bad person, but never knew about us. So when Daddy found us, Daddy said that He wouldn't touch us again!" Null looked proud while Void calmed down and slowly uncurled. "Daddy and Him got into a fight but Daddy ran with us before anything bad happened."

Oh, this was not painting a good picture at all for the teachers and workers.

"Did he hurt your Daddy badly?" Error asked softly, ignoring Ink's warning look. "More then once?"

Null frowned in thought. "Daddy's mentioned that He was a very bad Monster that has hurt him plenty of times." Null vaguely stated innocently. His Daddy had told him not to mention magic, the Multiverse, or his counterparts unless he mentions it was from his stories. Technically, the other counterparts are a version of his Daddy. But his Daddy is the best Daddy and the only one Null and Void need. "Daddy didn't want us to get hurt like he did by Him, so when he found us, he took us away from Him after a big fight."

Nightmare felt horrified and hurt that Erratum had been in such a abusive relationship, wondering if Erratum even knew what a healthy relationship looked like. Suddenly a lot of things Erratum did and said made a whole lot of sense, and he wondered if Erratum had been abused his whole life. At least one positive is that Erratum is away from his ex from the way it sounds.

Error felt grim, knowing he was right on the abuse. But at least Erratum is away from his ex partner. He thinks on it, shivering on the thought of a ex keeping children a secret. Null is older then Void by a few years at the least, meaning that the ex had to keep the pregnancy a secret while together with Erratum if they broke up before Erratum knew about the second pregnancy. And that's only if it was concessional at the time, both times as there are two kids. There are ways to get pregnant and the other not know. Error prays to everything and anything that Erratum hadn't been drugged and then rapped, he has heard the students mentioning in the hallways that Erratum has admitted to being poisoned before.

Looking around, Error noticed the other horrified and grim looks. It seems they had reached the same thought and conclusion that he did on this matter.

Before any had time to say something else, the sound of metal being moved caught their attention.

Everyone jerked their heads to the direction and promptly choked while Null and Void started cooing at the sight.

Erratum was lifting up the table like it was nothing. No sweat or anything, just looking so nonchalant as he lifted it up calmly and walking over to the spot it needed to be, making sure to lift the table over his shoulder so that it was over the tables as he walked straight. No huffing, no sweat, no nothing. It was like he wasn't even carrying anything!

Erratum put down the table were Sans said it needed to be and then turned to look at the teachers and his kids sitting at the table.

Sans was slumped against the table, eyes dark and blank as he stared at him while Grillby's flames were crackling. Dream had fallen out of his seat and Cross had caught his head before he hit the ground, both just staring at him as well. Error was leaning heavily on Ink, who's jaw might as well been on the floor, and glitching heavily as he too stared. Nightmare for some reason was turning colors at a rapid pace and was just staring with wide eyes and mouth slightly open.

His kids on the other hand, were cheering him on and cooing at him.

"Daddy's so strong~" Null cooed, feeling pride at having the best Daddy there is. Void on the other hand was clapping up a storm. "Dada~! S'tong~!"

Erratum just stared at the shocked group of teachers in confusion, seeing nothing wrong. "WhAT?! yOU SaId yOU coulDn't CaRRy thE tAblE in plAcE, sO i Did iT foR yOU!"

This all should have been a sign at how this week was going to go for everyone there.

Now, how are the students are going to react to the adorable terrors that are Erratum's sons, Null and Void?

-End Chapter-

Here it is! Sadly I didn't hit the 20,000 or 30,000, but it's still a long chapter. My fingers are definitely feeling it at least.

The first part of the chapter, the flashbacks, are in other's perspective to show how different Erratum views something compared to the other person. What Erratum sees as simple or no big deal isn't the same with others. I did this so that we hear about the time skip in Erratum's view as well as others's view as well. I might do this again as well, it was fine to do and write. As they are all watching how Erratum reacts, do and say and thinking something else then him as it goes on. Adds a new layer to the story.

Nightmare isn't a naive or real oblivious Monster, not like how Erratum himself is, he knows he is attracted to Erratum. But as they just met, Nightmare sees his attraction as shallow or just a simple crush. As time goes on, he is going to be in denial for a bit until it hits him on the head that this isn't just a shallow crush, that he is in love with Erratum and wants to be with him in a serious relationship.

I wanted to give Null and Void some more time in this story, so I decided to bring them to school with Erratum. Normal, this isn't allowed unless the teacher is having time off and decides to show off their new baby at school on one of those days - I've seen that happen before. But this is a fictional school and I can see them being more lax on the whole thing as long as the parent is with them at all times and keeping them in line.

Next chapter, the students meet Null and Void, and more assumptions and speculations run wild. Meanwhile, Erratum talks with the News Club as some members come to him wanting to talk to him. And while that is going on, Incubux and Moonlight wonder just what is going on with their Father.

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Falling Into A Different Destiny - Cops, Robbers, Strippers, And Error - Part 1

Where: In this Multiverse, all the Monsters Error doesn't know and does know are either criminals, crime lords, murders, hired assassins/hitmen/bodyguards, in the law force or medical job of some kind in some way or another, barely any are civilians. Magic works different, they can still use fighting magic, but it is only taught to those training in law enforcement. To use it outside of that is severally illegal. No other Gaster Blasters besides Error's, and magic has been used in technology making magic guns and such. Monsters were never trapped Underground, the War never happened. But that doesn't mean there wasn't hatred and racism happening over the years.

No pairings decided for this one yet.

With the Codes being harder to access, all Error could do was make a fake identity for him and his kids, only a little background and nothing else. So, selling the gold, he moved into a pretty slummy neighborhood in a cheap - and filled with all kinds of people that the police would either love to find and/or arrest but either have no dirt on them, they retired and now are in hiding or they changed their identities as well to hide from the cops - apartment and decided to steal everything he needs from now on as he can't get a job with having barely any past to his name in this world. He meets his new neighbors and thinks he should have moved into a different apartment complex when everything is said and done. Hearts - UnderLust!Sans - who is a single father who works as a stripper and lives to Error's right with his son Compassion - UnderLust!Papyrus - who is a few years older then Null. And because Error's life is just that much of a mess, Hearts and him somehow become best friends. Error's still not sure how that happened to be honest. On the left is Granny G - who never gives out her real name - who Error swears up and down is a retired assassin of some kind.

Doesn't stop her chocolate chip cookies from being so delicious though. Seriously, he doesn't care if she really is putting poison in it to try and kill him off, he will eat them all.

But the real mess starts when Error somehow gains the attention of both the cops and criminals of all kinds. How? He has no idea. But that doesn't change the fact he has nosy police officers, detectives, and criminals sniffing after him for whatever reasons.

The worst part is that it all started with a beautifully wrapped gift left in front of his door. Good thing Error is too paranoid for his own good, as when he carefully opens it he was already expecting it to be worse then it already was. He was expecting it to take down the whole apartment or leak a poisonous gas that will kill everyone but him. But nothing like that was in the box, in fact, Error didn't see the big problem with it. Just confused on why anyone would send it to him.

Error still doesn't get why Hearts freaked out so bad, it was just a pile of dust.

-Chapter Start-

Standing in a dirty lobby of a very dark apartment complex that looked like it should have already been condemned in a very shady and slummy neighborhood was not how Error saw himself spending his day, but sometimes a Monster had to make tough choices.

Walking up in a very dirty and dark alleyway wasn't where Error wanted to wake up either, but he made do. Accessing the Codes was a pain and a half, meaning that he was very far from his Multiverse. In fact, it was only because there were Monsters here that he could inter himself into the Codes to give himself and his kids a little paper trail. If no Monsters or magic were here, then he would have been out of luck. Error couldn't even look at the Codes to see who or what versions of the Monsters were living in this one big world. It was like he was on the edge of all the Multiverse where Monsters were.

But just peeking out where the buildings and people were, Error could tell he would have to keep his head down unless he wanted to be labeled a murder for protecting himself and his.

The buildings were not in a nice shape or colored brightly, some looked ready to fall at a moments notice and others had broken in windows with people screaming out of them at others on the ground, so it was obvious that Error was in the bad sort of city or neighborhood. The buildings and people reminded Error of a AU that was filled with nothing but crime. And while Error might be naive, oblivious to many things considered normal, and while he not the brightest tool in the shed, he isn't stupid by any means.

So without another thought, Error stole some cheap but pretty clothing for the kids to fit in better. He can still remember that man trying to take Null because of his clothing. So he made a random portal to a closed clothing store, messed with the cameras with his magic, and stole what he needed.

For Null, it was a light blue off the shoulder dress with little straps. The fabric that was off the shoulders was lace, little designs on it mixing with some darker blue. It was loose and Null could have made the bottom twirl if he spun around at any speed, stopping at his knees and designed to look like waves with a a white ribbon belt on the waist that made a big bow in the back. The dress was made out of cheap fabrics, but was still soft and breathable. Then he replaced the pearls with glass beads that were azure colored, that glittered like water in the light. Leaving on the his hat, shoes, and socks, Null was good to go.

Error stole a sleeveless pastel orange dress with a tutu lace bottom for Void. It had on pale red and yellow roses on it with a little pale red rose and pale green bow in the middle of collar of the dress. Trading the peals for pastel orange beads that looked like a sunset when the light hit them, and then keeping on the hat, shoes, and socks, he too was ready to go.

At the least, Error didn't have to do anything with himself just yet. He looked like he fit right in with this shady neighborhood. Didn't that say a lot about himself?

After packing everything up, messing with as much as the Code as he could, and making sure that the kids were fine and knew what was going on, Error finally went out in the open with them and sold only a few bits of the gold - as to not seem suspicious - and find a place for them to live that is dirt cheap.

That it what lead to Error standing in a dirty lobby of a very dark apartment complex that looked like it should already be condemned in a very shady and slummy neighborhood, which was not how Error saw himself spending his day, but sometimes a Monster had to make tough choices.

The land lords - a very twitchy human man in his forties who was balding that always glanced to the shadows suspiciously and a Rat Monster that looked like he could put a knife in between anyone's eyes at a moments notice. Error's seen that look before on many Charas. - had given him a lease to sign - which also had a clause to where he had to come to them before calling the police for any matter unless a axe murder was literally swinging in the building and killing everyone, ambulances he didn't have to ask for because if someone died in the building it lowered the prices and police would get involved if someone died and they caught wind of it. That told Error all he needed to know about the place he was going to live in with his kids. But then again, Error is most likely the most dangerous one in the building, so he can't complain. He will slow clap if anyone is dumb enough to try anything to him or the kids before painfully killing them off for even thinking let alone trying such a thing. - and then a key for the third floor - which they called floor R - in room R03.

It also said a lot about the land lords that when they noticed that even though Error didn't have any furniture when he moved in but suddenly had all the furniture he could ever need - including but not limited to; kitchen supplies, food of all kinds, sewing and knitting supplies, toys, and new clothing. He made sure all the items came from another country. He wasn't that dumb enough to steal from the city he was living in. - when they had to come up for him to sign a few more papers, all they did was blink. Not one question came from them. But Error did notice the Rat Monster - Called Cheese of all things. Notice it was 'called', not 'named'. Error didn't ask, he wasn't a hypocrite. - gave him a impressed look before he left.

Portals made everything better if not easier as long as you don't get caught, Error knew this for a fact on both accounts.

For the next two days, everything went fine. Error gave the kids the second bedroom, setting up their beds and decorations, putting clothing into the closet. As Error didn't need sleep, he made the master bedroom - which was honestly only slightly bigger then then kids's room, the only difference was that his had the fire escape. There were two fire escapes on the building, one behind the building and one on the left side of the building, Error's bedroom was at the back of the building. It was also the reason he didn't give it to the kids; What if someone tried to break in through the fire escape? - into a work station for his sewing and knitting with only a small bed that could fit him and the kids on if need be and a small TV and old computer. It was all plain to where the kids's room were colored blue and orange. He even found out how to work the big bowl in the bathroom for him and the kids, finally cleaning up the blood stains of himself and making the babybones's bones sparkle. Sure, they flooded the bathroom, but it turned out fine after words.

It really said a lot about this neighborhood that no one even looked at Error funny or even said a thing about it when he walked around bleeding and dust flaking off him. Or even getting a apartment looking like that. It told him everything he needed to know about the Land Lords and the neighborhood.

But on the third night was the night were Error finally met his neighbors, and gained a leach that refuses to let go no matter what Error does or says.

"HMMmM...." Error hummed, stitching together a little Error doll for his kids. Why they have been asking for one, he will never know. It was quiet, late at night or really early morning. The kids were asleep in their beds for the first time, they had for the past few nights slept in Error's lap or bed while he laid down in it for them. Now Error could have checked the time on his cell phone - one of the only things he bought, but then again he got it in a really sketchy store just down the street for dirt cheep for it being a touch phone. So it was probably stolen from a dead body or something at one point, just not by Error. - but was feeling to lazy too.

Error sighed, lifting up the hand sized doll to eye level. "NoW WhaT iS nEXT-"

"YOU SLUT!" A angered voice yelled out, a slight slur to it.

Years of having to always be on the move - being hunted and hurt in so many different ways so often he had to move unless he wanted to be hurt or blinded once more, his fellow Monsters trained him to move as he did. - was the only reason Error was at his front door as quick as he was and why he stopped just short of opening the door. Paranoia is not always a bad thing to have, especially in Error's case.

Bangs and stomping sounded out, stopping close to his door.

"LET ME GO!" A slightly higher pitched male's voice screamed out, clear as day. "NO! PLEASE!"

"YOU WHORE! JUST STAY STILL-"

That was Error once. Maybe in a different setting, but that was him at one time as he was beaten for days, weeks on end. He screamed for help, for Mercy, but was never getting it. Only mocked for being so weak, for wanting the pain to stop.

Then Error picked up on shifting in his kids's room with his powerful hearing, making him know that all this yelling and screaming was waking them up.

'This fucker!' Error's eye socket twitched as he wrenched the door open. 'Do you have any idea how long it took to get them to go asleep alone?! I'm not having them wake up because some shit stain can't just take a no!'

Error didn't want to admit to himself that he would have helped even without the kids waking up from the noise. He wouldn't want another call for help to go unanswered like his was.

With two long steps, Error was out in of the hallway of floor R, and his eyes immediately caught the source of the yelling.

A pig Monster that came to Error's neck, dressed in a tussled white dress shirt, black dress pants, and a tie undone, was leering over and ripping at a skeleton Monster's coat from what Error could see. The screaming and yelling growing with every tug as the skeleton tried to push the other off.

With the pig so distracted, he never saw Error's fist coming straight at him.

Hearts was not having the best night, not that any night he has is by any means perfect. Being a stripper - no matter how much he loves pole dancing - is not the easiest job, but it puts food on the table for him and his son. He didn't get the best sleep for working so late to early morning, but he made do for the light of his life. Hearts would do anything for his son, no matter if he was planned or not.

But that didn't change the fact that some people can't take a no. He is a pole dancer, a stripper, not a prostitute. He doesn't sleep with people for money, he strips, teases, dances, and flirts with people for money. Nothing more, nothing less. He was just glad that his strip club was one of the more safer ones where the bouncers would actually help them if they called for it.

This pig was one of the ones that came to watch him every night for the past few months. Always flirting and asking for a bit more then Hearts can give. Usually he could flirt his way out of it with a few extra bucks in his pockets for his trouble, but it seems the Pig has had enough liquid courage to follow him home and try to force Hearts into giving into what he wanted.

So Hearts screamed even though he knew no one would come. Not in this kind of apartment where retired criminals, active criminals, and where snitches get stitches. But he didn't want to get raped, not here or ever. Especially not where his son could wake up and hear.

It was honestly luck that Hearts's heart shaped eyes caught what happened next.

Suddenly a fist came out of nowhere and slammed into the pig's head, making him slam into the ground and bounce with a sicken crunch. The pig bounced three times before settling face first onto the floor, that was how hard he was hit and how hard he hit the ground.

Quickly turning, he was greeted with a tall skeleton Monster that glitched where he stood. He was wearing a black sweater, long red scarf, dark blue jeans, and red and yellow tennis shoes. His hands were covered in leather gloves from what Hearts could see. But what really made Hearts stare at the taller skeleton Monster - Hearts only came up a head and a half above his elbows - was all the scars on him. This Monster has been through some shit and seen things that would make Hearts SOUL crawl, he just knew it. Hearts has seen many people in strip clubs that are in the wrong, right, or middle of the law and moral spectrum, has seen people who have killed. This Monster has killed before, by the way he stood and how much power was coming off him, Hearts knew.

But that didn't change the fact that this Monster is his hero right now.

Looking at the Pig Monster in disgust, Error glanced to the skeleton Monster and was surprised to see it was a UnderLust Sans. Sure, he was in different clothing. A thick purple and black coat, black leggings and purple boots, the most Error has ever seen a Lust!Sans covered. Error never thought he would be saving a counterpart that drowned in his own lust. But seeing the little tears in the Lust!Sans's eyes, it only fueled his rage at this piece of-!

'Well....That gives me a wonderful idea.' A wicked smirk worked it's way up Error's face as he leaned down to grabbed one of the ankles of the Pig Monster. Getting up, he dragged the Monster to the nearby window on the right side of the building, only a couple of feet away in fact. Opening the window, Error glanced down. No fire escape, but there was dumpster right below in the alley.

'It's only the third floor he's falling from, and it's open with bags inside.' Error didn't even huff or break a sweat as he grabbed onto one of the Pig's arm and leg, sliding the Pig out the window, and let him hang there for a few moments. While Error hated being the destroyer, this was different. This piece of trash didn't deserve any Mercy from Error. This Monster has committed a sin, many sins as Error could see inside his SOUL with his Judgment. Before he was forced into being a destroyer, before he was called and named Error, he was a Sans, a Judge to all Monsters. Even if he doesn't remember being a Sans or a Judge, it doesn't change the fact he was one and has the power of the Judge. Right now, he is going to give his Judgement, give the other his karma. If all the other Monsters can kill a child for their supposed 'sins', then Error can give true Judgement to real sins. Error gave a wicked grin, a deadly gleam in his eyes. 'He should live from this. Maybe. Probably.'

Error let go of the Pig, letting him fall to the unforgiving ground below.

Not even bothering to check to see if the Pig landed into the dumpster or didn't crack his head on the corners, Error swiftly closed the window once more just as a thump and crack sounded out. Swiftly turning, he started walking back to his apartment.

Hearts could only take in deep breaths at what he just saw happen. And for the life of himself, he couldn't help be feel thankful.

The glitching Monster paused right in front of him, side stepping the blood and slight dust on the ground. "i TOOk OUt yOur TrASh foR YoU." Hearts had to hold back a snort at that. Trash, it was a pretty accurate term for that Monster. Then the stranger gestured to the blood. "yOU shOUld tElL ThE lAnd lOrdS tO clEaN thAT UP." And with that, he walked on. To Hearts shock, he opened the door next door and walked in, closing the door. A soft click sounded out, singling that the new neighbor had locked it.

Blankly taking out his cell phone, he texted the land lords about the blood. Then, Hearts numbly opened his door and walked into the apartment he has had to call home for some years.

'Someone just saved me.' Hearts limply fell into his pink couch. 'A threatening looking Monster just saved me from being raped and most likely worse.'

It was habit to not talk to the neighbors, or at least most of them. Granny G was sweet, even if there was something unsettling about her. But this Monster most likely just killed another Monster right in front of him. But what Hearts should be asking himself is; Does he care about that.

'No.' Hearts chuckled tiredly to himself. 'I don't care.'

That Monster saved him when he didn't have to. Okay, he most likely committed murder, but so what? Most of the people in this building has done worst things for worse reasons. This Monster did it to save Hearts, did it when Hearts was screaming for help. Hearts has always been in the morally grey area anyway, hard not to be when you live on the wrong side of the train tracks.

But the main thing is that this strange Monster saved him, meaning that he still has his son. What would happen if he was killed right there? What would happen to his little boy? What if his son heard everything and came out to investigate? All those fears could have happened right then and there.

Compassion, his lovely son, was a accident from a one night stand. Honestly Hearts was too drunk to even remember that night, it only coming back when ten months social services called him asking him if he wanted his son.

When he first held him, Hearts knew he was gone.

While he couldn't get the best job out there, he could be a better person. Hearts stopped sleeping around, stopped giving into his lustful feelings. He become more loving instead, more happy with his son then he had been without.

And if that strange Monster didn't save him, his son would have been place into a home and lost in the system, never getting the chance to get out of this hell hole that they call home.

It's no wonder then that when eight o'clock am rolls around, Hearts and Compassion stand in front of their new neighbor's door.

-Three Days Later-

"Error~" Error twitched from his place at the microwave. "Error~"

"WhAT?!" Error finally snapped back, turning his head to glance into his small living room. "WhaT IS sO ImpORtANT hEaRTs?!"

Hearts was laying on Error's couch, all three kids napping in Null's and Void's room. It was a sleepy Thursday. Hearts was wearing a purple and pink shirt, black jeans and his purple boots were off for now.

Hearts grinned to where Error stood in the small open kitchen, lazily waving one hand. "Hi~"

'I'm going to kill him.' Error thought to himself blankly, slowly turning his head back to the microwave that was making popcorn that Hearts asked for. 'Compassion loves the kids, I'm sure Hearts wouldn't be missed too much.'

Now how this is all happening - that a UnderLust!Sans is in his home and claiming to be friends with Error, which to Error is him not leaving Error alone and being a annoying leach. - was a mystery to Error.

-It started the morning after Error saved the heart eyed skeleton.

Null and Void were sitting at the little kitchen table that Error stole, munching on some microwave pancakes while Error tried to figure out the process on how to make scrambled eggs via internet so that he can actually make the kids something.

So while the eggs were slowly heating up - Error was debating if he should turn the heart up even more or not. Surly it being hotter means that it cooks faster....Right? - someone knocked on the door.

Paranoid, Error told the kids to stay where they were. Going to the door, he tensed to get ready for anything, only to find the same skeleton he saved on the other side with a child that looked a few years older then Null.

Glancing at the child, Error was shocked to find that they were a UnderLust!Papyrus dressed in a pink sweater with little yellow hearts all over it, a black skirt, and pink tennis shoes. His little pink heart eyes starring up at him in awe.

Turning away from the child, he looked back to the adult skeleton. "WhaT dO YOu wANt? MOrE trASh nEEded tO gET rID Of?" While confused, some part of Error was worried. Did the Pig actually get out of the dumpster to try again? If so, then Error would be highly impressed. Or did he call friends? Or something else? Did someone break into their home?! Or maybe they know something is wrong with him, trying to get dirt on him to tell scientist or people in charge to take him and the kids away, meaning he will have to go all Destroyer on their asses to save himself and the children, then living life on the run for Fate only knows long!

It said a lot about Error that he immediately went to those kind of scenarios instead of others. Him and paranoia are close friends they might as well be family and/or married.

"No!" Hearts shook his head then gave Error a bright smile. "I'm Hearts Zeal," Hearts patted the child's skull. "this here is my son, Compassion Zeal. I just wanted to thank you for last night."

"okAy, i GuEsS...." Error didn't know what he was being thanked for but decided to just take it. He most likely hurt that pig Monster badly with how hard he hit him if not killing him, so he didn't think that was what he was being thanked for. The one time he offered to off someone for Swap, Swap nearly went into hysterics. Error took that as a no. So he might be missing something here, but is in no need to question  it. ".....IS thAT aLL?" He had to figure out the mystery of eggs damn it!

"Oh, ummm...." Hearts glanced away, biting his lip for a moment before straightening up and looking up at Error. "Okay, I'm going to be straight with you."

Error blinked, Hearts seemed to take that as a sign to continue.

"From now on," Here, Hearts gave a smirk with laughter dancing in his eyes but all in all looked deadly serious. "I am your stalker."

Error had no time to say anything, because at that exact moment the eggs literally blew up in a small fiery explosion.

Nothing caught on fire, and Error and Hearts easily put it out.

But Error still took it as a sign about how having Hearts as a self-proclaimed stalker was going to go.-

The worst thing was that Hearts grew on Error, if only for the fact he was also just a father trying his best for his son like how Error is.

It also helped that Hearts was nothing like the Original Lust in his Multiverse. Hearts was more affectionate where Lust was lustful. Where Hearts went for a hug, Lust went for a grope. And while they both are flirty, Lust did it to get someone to sleep with him. Hearts did it for shits and giggles, to see other peoples reactions, it was just apart of who he was.

"Oh!" Error finally took out the popcorn, walking to Hearts who was flicking through channels on the TV. "Granny G is coming home soon!"

"GrAnNy G?" Error questioned, shoving the popcorn bag to Hearts.

Hearts smiled, sitting up and shoving a hand full of popcorn into his mouth. He loved snacks so much, but never has the money to buy any for himself. "Mmmhmmm." Hearts hummed before swallowing the buttery snack. "Granny G is your other neighbor. I think she is the only good person in the building! She makes the best cookies and-"

If there was one good thing about Hearts, Error thought to himself as he watched a commercial for soda and keeping close attention to what Hearts was saying, was that he always gave Error all the information he needs or all Hearts knows and wouldn't leave anything out. If Error asked a question, Hearts would answer to the best of his knowledge. And while the stripper wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he knew some facts about a lot of people because of all the people he sees or hears about in the building or at the club. Error knew Hearts could be one hell of a spy or double agent if he tried hard enough.

"Daddy?" Error tilted his head back over the couch to look behind him to see Null sleepily rubbing his eyes in his nightgown - a light blue nightgown that had a hood with cat ears on them and a little tail on the back of it - as he stumbled out of his room not too far away. Lifting his arms, Null gave Error a pleading look. "I'm thirsty."

If Hearts would have blinked, he would have missed it. It was like Error teleported, because one moment he was sitting on the couch, then next he was in front of Null. Hearts watched with a smile as Error picked up Null and headed to the little kitchen.

'Error's such a good father...' Hearts turned back to the TV, munching on more popcorn. 'But he is in no way normal.'

Living in such a crappy part of town, growing up in it, and having a job where one hears the worst things made Hearts notice and be more aware about people, where they fit in or what kind of person they are.

Error, from what Hearts can tell, has been hurt and hurt badly. His bones look so brittle, yet they are still going strong. Hearts saw Error lift the couch with one hand to move it in front of the TV without breaking a sweat, and this couch that Hearts is sitting on isn't at all light weight. Cracks and scars all over his skull like a spiderweb, multicolored eyes always looking for a threat. The dark skeleton has been hurt, and his past is most likely not a pretty one.

Paranoia is not something one can just gain without reason. Even a nightmare can give someone paranoia, but not at the levels that Error has. He always checks on his kids every hour on the hour when they sleep - Hearts stayed the night last night because Compassion wanted them to spend the night there, like a sleepover for the whole family. Error couldn't say no when all the kids asked him for permission. Hearts was just happy that Error didn't deny them all being a family now, it warmed his SOUL. - and he himself never slept. In fact, Hearts has yet to see him eat or go outside. Error doesn't have a job, and Hearts honestly thinks he steals everything, only buying when he has to. Not that Hearts sees anything wrong with that, you have to do what you have to do for your life and your children's lives as well. But what worries him is that Error doesn't even try to get to know people.

Hearts was kind of joking when he first told Error he was going to be his stalker, just to lighten the mood for them all. But Error took it seriously, but at the same time doesn't care that Hearts is supposed to be stalking him. But now after a few days, Hearts would openly admit to being Error's friend and stalker, stalker best friend, if it means helping the poor Monster out. No one should live like this no matter what, no matter what their past was.

It honestly made Hearts wonder just what Error went through for him to look at his own knitting needles like they were weapons. For his hands to go to his ribs as if expecting someone to kick them in or as if they are in pain. That when Hearts makes too sudden of a move, he goes in high alert and watches Hearts like a hawk, getting in between Hearts and the children.

But then again, Hearts doesn't want to know what kind of monsters Error has met and had to deal with. He might just loose his apatite and lunch all in one.

'But,' Hearts smirked, peeking back to see Error carrying Null back into the kids's room to finish his nap with the others. 'I have a foolproof plan to help Error get out more!'

You know the saying? About best laid plans?

Error stilled, just having laid down Null and tucked him back into his bed. A shiver going down his spine and horror creeping up his SOUL.

They never really work out the way you want them to.

-The Next Day, Afternoon-

Operation 'Get Error To Laze Around In Delight' was a go!

Or, what is better called in his mind, operation 'GET LAID'.

'GET LAID starts today!' Hearts smiled widely as he knocked on Error's door. He wanted Error to relax more, to go outside for once. Sure, he could get mugged. But honesty? Hearts pitted the poor fool that thinks it's a good idea to try that with Error. He can still see that Pig Monster bouncing three times before settling, then being dragged only to be dropped out the window. And that was from someone attacking a stranger at the time, so what would happen if it was Error himself or even the kids? Yeah, no. There wouldn't be anything left to clean up by the time Error would be through, Hearts know this just by looking at him. Over-protective papa Monsters are not ones to mess with.

So, better not to start with dragging him out against his will, if Hearts could even do that. Hearts could see that turning ugly in a soulbeat. For everyone but Error. 'Better to start small and work my way up. Worse comes to worse, I'll use the kids against him.' Error could never deny his kids anything from what he can see, unless it was something life threatening as Hearts did see him scold Void for trying to pick up a sharp knife that Hearts had accidentally dropped when he made dinner for them all two nights ago.

The door creeks open, red sockets holding multicolored eyes in a dark glitching skull peek out. Then a harsh sigh sounds out. Opening the door fully, Error blankly looks down at Hearts. "WhAT?"

"Granny G came back this morning!" Hearts grinned brightly up Error's annoyed face. "Come on, I should introduce you to her."

"WhY?" Error asked confused, not seeing the point in it. He nods at Compassion, who was quick to scamper into the apartment to see Null and Void.

"She actually is my babysitter when I need one, and she also tutors Compassion." Hearts admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't trust the schools in the area, and the ones out of the area are too expensive. Granny G used to be a teacher of some kind, she has the credits and papers needed if the government comes asking, so she homeschools Compassion for me a few times a week." Hearts leaned over, glancing into the living room to look at Null, Void and Compassion playing with some dolls that Error made on a rug near the TV. "I figured she could do the same for your kids once they reach that age."

Error had been playing to teach his kids everything he knew about the Multiverses, AU's, magic and SOULS, but he could admit that he was lost in normal subjects like literature and history, especially ones in this world. Error knows basic math, complicated math for some science equations, at the least, but nothing that his kids will need to learn later on, he also didn't trust himself to teach all the science he knew to them, the science he knew much more life threatening and not known in this world as it deals with his magic and the Multiverse as a whole. So, Hearts idea wasn't that bad. The problem was that it would be a while before they would need to go to school, Monsters are slow aging. So unless this Granny G had some Monster blood in her - which in this world it's technically not be impossible for her to have some down the line somewhere if not in the last few generations as Monsters were never trapped Underground, and secret relationships do happen. - then Error will be looking for someone else.

But it is always best to keep options open. There was no way in hell Error was letting his kids go to some kind of school, especially not one in this city. He didn't like it when they were out of his sight, fearing that Inky or Fate would come and take them away from him.

It will be a fear that will never leave him. There's a reason he doesn't sleep besides the fact he doesn't have to. Error and nightmares are very dear friends, so much so that Error questioned Nightmare about it only to find it wasn't his doing.

Error looked Hearts up and down before sighing. "FinE." Turning to look into the living room, Error called out. "KIDs ComE oN! We'RE gOINg tO gO mEEt OuR OtHER nEiGHboRE."

"Okay~" Null called out, getting up to put away the dolls with Compassion. Void on the other hand, clumsy stood and toddled over to Error, raising his hands up. "Daddy~"

With a sigh, Error bent down and lifted up Void into his arms. "WhAT iS iT YoU liTtlE TeRRoR?" Error asked while Null and Compassion came running to them after putting everything away.

"Kiss~" Void cooed out, patting his cheek where he wanted his Daddy to kiss him at. Error could have hit Hearts for teaching his sons about kisses. At least they know not to ask strangers for them, but now he has to keep giving them kisses along with Compassion who just looks up at him so sadly for not getting one.

After giving all the kids a kiss, and Hearts a glare for asking for one too but luckily the kids thought he was talking to them so they gave Hearts one, they were out the door and into the hallway. Swiftly locking the door, Error looked to Hearts who was already at the door on the left side.

"Granny G?" Hearts called out as he knocked on the door. "I brought our new neighbors to meet you~" He practically sang out while Error came to stand behind him, keeping a eye out. Error doesn't trust this place, he only knows that no one will talk unless they wanted to risk their lives and more for whatever award they think they are getting. But that doesn't mean that no one will try anything eventually.

After a few moments, the door opened and Error nearly started laughing.

A older women in her sixties was on the other side of the door. Her graying hair done up in a bun with some knitting needles in them. Her loose black shirt and flowing brown skirt was simple and understated. She was wearing some brown boots and her eye lit up when she saw them. But this what normal people saw, what people wanted to see when they looked at her.

The reason for Error wanting to laugh at her? The knitting needles were sharper then they needed to be, much like knives in fact. And Error knows that knitting needles can kill, he's done it before with dull ones in fact. The loose shirt and flowing skirt made it easier to hide things in and make her look delicate and thinner then she was. The boots were sturdy and made of leather, something that she shouldn't be wearing inside or on a older person unless hiking. Her eyes may have lit up, but Error can see the steal edge to them, the darkness behind them.

Error wanted to laugh because he knows without looking at her SOUL that she has some LOVE and EXP to her. It was harder to look at ones SOUL in this Multiverse when they were conscious or even just guarded at any time. To do so, Error would need their trust wither they know it or not to be able to see their SOUL. The Pig Monster was unconscious, and it would hurt to forcibly look at the others SOUL so he did so because the other was trash in his eyes. But that doesn't stop Error from listening to his instincts and feelings, and he knows that this human has killed before. Error is not blind like the rest.

The really funny thing is that this older human knew this as well once she looked at Error. A look in the eyes, a truce was formed and a pack made.

You don't hurt mine, I won't hurt yours.

"Hearts!" Granny G smiled brightly, her eyes swiftly going to the taller skeleton behind the one she greeted. Those eyes would not be fulled and it felt like her very being was on display. It made her itch, but she knew this one wouldn't tell anything. His eyes were too dark and old for them to care about her, but the way he held the child in his arms screamed that they were his weakness. But is it a weakness when she felt going after them would mean death? No. Besides, she was not like that anymore. Having lost everything, she had came here for a fresh start, trying to find a new family.

Maybe they found her?

Keeping her smile, Granny G opened her door for them all. "Come in! Hearts you have to tell me about has went on while I was away!" Granny G smiled up at the tallest one, who was still staring down at her. "I'm Granny G, please come in! I just made some chocolate chip cookies."

Hearing the word chocolate, Error didn't hesitate going in. It was only when everyone was seated, the kids drawling at the coffee table and Hearts talking up a storm with Granny G - Error swears that they must have a spy network together with how much he was hearing from the both of them, unknowingly on Hearts part who most likely sees it as a gossip ring - that Error picked up one of the cookies and finding nothing off about it did he pick it up and bite into it.

Error has just found heaven, even if he had suspicions that Granny G put something inedible in it for normal Monsters and/or humans. He doesn't care if this old women is a assassin or some kind of killer, he will gladly keep her around as long as he gets more cookies. Besides, he's most likely done way worse then she ever has before.

"So, Error." Error glanced up from his cookies, seeing Granny G looking at him with a bright smile that made him want to twitch. "What do you do for a living?"

'A...living?' Error's eyes narrowed in thought, trying to understand what she was asking for. "WhAT Do YoU MEaN 'A LIviNG'?"

"A job." Hearts answered for Granny G, who looked slightly confused at Error. "What do you do to get money, things, items, and food is what she means. Like my job as a stripper."

"OH. ThaT'S WhaT YOu mEAnT." Error nodded in understanding. "A JOb? i Don'T HAve OnE."

Hearts eyes widened at this fact while Granny G was starting to look worried, Worried for what? Error has no idea and doesn't want to know really.

"What do you mean you don't have a job?!" Hearts spluttered, making the kids look up at him in confused worry. "How did you get all that furniture and food then?!"

"i StOle ThEm." Error stated bluntly, making Hearts start choking and Granny G laughing. "i hAvE MonEY tO pAy FoR tHE RoOm, BuT NoT EvERyHIng ElsE." Error eyes glared into the other two adults, making them freeze at the feelings crawling up their backs. "i WiLL nOT HAvE mY ChILDrEN WanTiNG."

That was enough for the other two to close their mouths. Seeing this, Error turned to look down at the children. Wide, watery eyes stared up at him. Gulping, Error slowly held up the bitten cookie in his hands to them as if it was a bomb rather then the truce he was offering it as. "....CoOkIE?"

Hearts quietly snorted at how awkward Error was, even to children let alone his own kids. Hearing the taller skeleton openly admit to stealing everything was a shock and a half, but knowing why he did it cooled anything that would have made him worry. From one father to another, Hearts understood doing anything for one's kid. Just to make sure they have better then you ever did, had a way out of the hell you call home, and to make sure that they have more options then you did, to not make the same mistakes because they have other ways to go. The only worry he had now was Error admitting that to the police or some shady character that would use this information against Error.

Glancing over to Granny G, Hearts and her had a conversation with their eyes. After a few minutes, Granny G nodded to Hearts once, respect in her eyes along with something Hearts couldn't understand. Putting that away for now, Hearts turned his head over to look at Error and chuckled at what he saw

Somehow the kids convinced Error to sit on the ground with them around the coffee table. Cookie crumbs all over them as they all drew together. Error's brow was frowning as he growled lowly, all three kids in his lap as they all tried to direct him into making something.

"No!" Compassion shook his head from his side of Error's lap on the right side, pointing to the pink marker. "You should make them pink!"

"But blue is so much better!" Null argued back, a pout on his face as he picked up a light blue marker. "It would fit better!"

"Daddy!" Void suddenly burst in, waving a yellow marker up at said Daddy while chewing on a orange marker that was thankfully closed and not open. "Y'llo!"

"GoOD JoB vOId, YeLLoW." Error congratulated and then corrected the youngest absently mindlessly as he read the names of the colors on the markers. "StRAWbErRy ReD? YoUR fuCKiNG WiTh ME! ThIS coLOR iS nOthINg lIKe a StRAwbERRy...."

"Error." Error glanced up from the markers, meeting Hearts worried but determined face head on. "Don't tell anyone you steal, okay? I won't ask how you do it, but don't let anyone else know. Especially if magic is involved." Error blinked, not knowing what to say to that before shrugging and nodding. It didn't matter to him if anyone knew, but it may cause problems to his kids. So he will take the warning to SOUL for now. Even if that bit about magic was weird.

Letting out a breath he was holding, Hearts turned back to his conversation with Granny G. Hearts knew that Error had magic, and a lot of it. It seemed to come off him in waves. But as long as he didn't use it, Error could have the excuse of just having a lot of Magic inside of him and never been using it. Rare and uncommon, but it has happened before. Monsters couldn't control how much magic they had, they were born with magic and it built up as they grew.

But none of that changed the fact that most magic is illegal to do while you didn't have the  license to prove you can do it and have the necessary training. Only the few random magic is not illegal, and if in the right instance, like self-defense, is it allowed without a license as long as the - what most call - 'Fighting' magic was done accidentally. So many loopholes and technicalities that the laws on magic was a blurred line that could get anyone in prison or a death penalty.

But for some reason, Hearts had a feeling that Error wouldn't care about any of that and somehow get out of it all. And while that would be quite awe inspiring and equally hilarious, Hearts didn't want to see any police officers or criminals of any kind coming after Error.

-Later, Hearts is going to cry thinking that it's all his fault that all this shit is happening to Error, He jinxed him!-

The rest of the day passed, and Hearts considered the first part of his plan, 'GET LAID', a success. No one died, got hurt, dusted, nor was anyone being escorted out via police and handcuffs. Not that anyone would just call the police for just anything in this apartment complex.

Next week though will be the first real trial of getting Error out more. Hearts only hopes that no one dies, and he's not worrying at all about Error in this case.

Hearts worries for all those unsuspecting people outside when he unleashes Error on them all.

-Next Week-

"WhY cAn'T YoU gET iT?" Error frowned, very confused as Hearts handed him some money. "i DoN't SeE wHY I nEEd TO gO. ThE KiDs-"

"Will be fine." Hearts cut off the other, taking a firm stance in front of Error. "But we both need band-aids, kids sunscreen, and other little things. Don't worry, I made you a list." Hearts added in, shoving a piece of paper into Error's hands who just glared down at the purple clad skeleton. "Since we both need some, I don't mind paying for it as Compassion and I have been eating your food." Hearts went on - and it was the truth. Hearts has saved up some money as he hasn't had to buy as much food lately, so he doesn't mind doing this. - not even blinking at the glare directed at him.

"WhY DO WE EveN neeD ThIS stUFF anYWAy?" Error questioned, narrowing his eyes down at the list, wishing he had his glasses with him. He would have to get new ones or look in the travel bag, they could be in his old shorts now that he thought about it.

"I have a surprise planed for the kids next week, and I want to be prepared for anything." Hearts gave a grin to Error, who just twitched. "I'll watch the kids for now. It shouldn't take you too long. There is a corner store just around the block."

The next faze of 'GET LAID' was rather simple, get Error outside alone somehow. This way Error wouldn't blow up in someway in the next fazes of the plan. Sure, there was a chance someone was going to die, but they deserved it if they even thought of trying anything with Error, who looked like he can murder someone by with just a twitch of his finger. So going to the store is a great way to get him, but because the other steals for a living - Hearts still doesn't know how he does it. Error never leaves his apartment, so how can he steal all the food that was in his fridge?! On the other hand, he doesn't want to know. - Hearts had to play this in a different way. By saying he needed things and would rather Error buy them for him as he wasn't feeling the best. In other words, Hearts is playing sick. The best and yet worrying thing about the whole thing was that Error at first thought someone had hurt Hearts before he explained it was just a little headache.

So, now here was Hearts in Error's apartment - which has became more and more like home the more time he and his son spend time in it with the Miscalculation family. - with him trying to get Error outside the door without pushing him out of it. Not that Hearts even for a moments thinks he can do that to Error.

Error looks Hearts up and down before tilting his head to see Null, Void, and Compassion at the table eating lunch together, microwave kiddie dinners that Error had stolen last night from another city via portal. Taking a deep breath in, then sighing, Error finally decided to just go with it so the counterpart would leave him be. "fINe. BuT DOn't bLAme ME iF i GEt sOMEthINg wrONG." The 'or if someone dies a very horrible, bloody death by my hands because of their stupidity' was silent but heavily implied by Error's tone. Error has seen a lot out of his windows, in daylight and in nighttime. There was no way in the VOID that Error was going to let Null or Void outside in this neighborhood. In fact, he would fight Hearts so that Compassion wouldn't go outside if it came to it.

Hearts grin grew, heart shaped eyes lighting up. "Thank you~" Hearts cooed as Error huffed and walked out the door. Hearts leaned out the door as Error went for the stairs instead of the elevator. Error glanced over his shoulder to see Hearts waving at him as if he was on a boat about to take off. Shaking his head, Error went down the stars, hearing his door shut and lock with his way above average hearing. With one worry out of mind, Error focused on the task given - forced - to him by Hearts.

It said a lot that it only took Error a few steps outside the complex before everything went to hell and back.

Hearing shuffling in the alleyway just by the complex, Error nonchalantly glanced in as he walked by only to blink as he slowly came to a stop at what he saw.

A tall Papyrus skeleton, one that looks similar in a way all Papyruses do but in no way looked like one he has ever saw before as this Papyrus had some weird markings in black on his bones, dressed in a white suit that was now stained with blood was standing over some dead human bodies in broad daylight. If nothing else, Error had to give him points for balls. But on the other hand, none of the kids are going out at night nor is Hearts walking alone to work anymore. Now he is going to have to ask Granny G for a favor to watch the kids as he walks Hearts to work and back.

By the tall Papyrus was a MobTale!Gaster in a black suit and fedora, which actually made Error relax a bit because of the fact that something is making sense in this weird Multiverse. Before Error could just continue on walking, the Gaster sharply turned and looked right at the glitching skeleton.

Because of the sharp movement of the other, the Papyrus also turned and seemed to blink in shock at seeing Error. Error could only imagine what they were thinking, seeing a dark glitching skeleton in a stitched up red sweater, black pants, tennis shoes, messenger bag, and long red scarf. Maybe they were looking at his markings? His scars? Chips? Tear marks? In any case, they both seemed to be talking with their eyes and gestures before slowly turning and walking to where Error stood in front of the entrance to the alleyway.

The Papyrus gave a friendly grin, not at all even looking fazed with the blood all over him. Error could respect that, he's been there before. "Ah! I am so very sorry you had to see this." The Papyrus chuckled, waving his hand as if they were talking about the weather. "But it seems because of this accident we are going to have a problem." And suddenly that friendly grin was replaced with a grim look and the Gaster started to pull out something from his suit coat.

Before any of them had time to react, Error had the gun the Gaster had been pulling out in his own hands and snapping it in half without a sweat or a blink. Seeing the dark skeleton breaking a gun in half, let alone getting said gun in such a fast manner they didn't even see him doing it, made them straighten in alarm.

Error just raised a brow before snorting, he had more important things to do then deal with this shit. This is not his problem. Tossing the two halves of the gun at the Gaster's feet, Error turned back and started going on his way. But before he went too far, Error looked at the two over his shoulder. "THoSe KILLs WeRE sloPPy." Error bluntly stated before going on, knowing they wouldn't try anything even with his back turned. He was a unknown who had just outsmarted and literally out gunned them by taking their gun and destroying it, they wouldn't try anything with him.

And if they were foolish enough to try, then they deserve the Judgement only he could give them.

Turning around the block, it really said a lot that this wasn't the only thing to happen to him. Because soon he was staring at a MobTale!Papyrus buying some flowers from a outdoor dingy little flower shop. At least this one was less bloody.

'What is my life.' Error just shook his head, wondering for the first time if he should have just stolen a nicer house in the more richer areas. Stealing a deed to a house couldn't be that hard right?

But before Error could turn around and go steal a deed to a mansion far away from where he was at, the MobTale!Papyrus turned around with a few sunflowers in his hand. The taller skeleton dressed in suspenders, a white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up and a orange tie stumbled as he about ran into Error before straightening with a apologetic grin.

"Sorry about that stranger!" MobTale!Papyrus smiled brightly. "I didn' mean to run ya over."

"iTs FInE." Error gave a sharp nod and started back on his way, walking faster as he suddenly heard yelling, gunshots, and so much more not too far from him. Most likely in the alleyway that he saw the other two in. He did not want to deal with it at all, he just wanted to get home to the others and make sure they were okay.

That didn't stop a chuckle escaping his mouth though. He just saw a new kind of Papyrus, a MobTale one and Gaster. Now all he needed was a MobTale!Sans for one of the AU's in his Original Multiverse to be complete. It also told him a lot about this Multiverse as well.

They were proof that Hearts and Compassion were not a fluke. Counterparts are here, but in different ways. Compassion being Hearts son proved that, there may not be any brothers. It confused Error but brought relief as well. Not everything was like his Multiverse.

Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, Error strides forward a bit faster at seeing the sigh for a store just a block or so away from him. 'Finally, soon this all will be over!'

Quickly going into the store, Error grabbed what he needed. The only thing he really paused for was to read the labels to see if they matched what Hearts wrote. It's not like he knew what was what, or what they really did. The only thing he was for sure about was the band-aids because he put some on the Charas when they got hurt.

After paying for it - and glaring so hard at the poor cashier, who whimpered and looked like they actually peed themselves by the time Error handed them the money. In fact, they shivered so hard they dropped the change and cried when Error started tapping his fingers in annoyance. Needless to say the cashier fainted in relief when Error finally walked out, making the next person to come up scream in horror thinking they were dead. - Error thought he was home free, only to growl in annoyance when he about ran into another Monster on the way out of the store.

Looking to the Monster, Error only felt some relief when he didn't recognize the skeleton in front of him. Standing only a few inches shorter then Error, the skeleton had yellow eyes, a scar/crack running down his eye socket and above it, and a blue star on top of his skull that was surrounded by cracks and nicks, some of it also gone making a small hole in his skull. He wore a blue zip up shirt with a star on it, baggy pants, yellow-blue shoes, and a yellow short-sleeve jacket. All in all, no one Error has ever saw or killed off.....that he remembers anyway.

The other skeleton looked him over before smirking at him. "Sorry about that." It almost sounded sarcastic, but Error was in no mood for any more shit.

"i hAvE nO shITS lEFt TO gIVe." Error stated mater-of-factually, much to the other's shock, confusion and humor as he raised his brows and a funny smile grew on his face. "SO i DON't cARe RiGHt nOW." With that off his SOUL, Error didn't wait for a reaction and went on home.

Error could feel the other's gaze until he turned a corner.

-Error's Apartment-

'What if he's killed someone?!' Hearts was now starting to sweat, all the doubts he pushed aside for 'GET LAID' coming back full force. 'No, no. I don't care if he's brutally murdered someone, what I care for is if he gets caught!'

It's not like Hearts cares for anyone in the neighborhood other then Error's family, his son, and Granny G. Even if she does set off his alarms in his head sometimes.

It was only when the door unlocked and Error came walking in did Hearts finally release the breath he was holding in.

"Error~" Hearts nearly ran to Error, looking him over. "Did you get everything okay?"

"I SaW tWO MonStERS oVER ABoUT tEn deAD bOdIEs RIGHt In THE aLLeYwaY rIghT bY uS." Hearts smile froze and his face paled. Error just shut the door, re-locked it, and went on in as if talking about the weather. "ThEy TRiED tO ShOOt ME, sO i DesTRyED THeIR gUN. THEy lefT mE alONe aFTER thAT. YoUR noT WalkING tO woRk alONE ANy mORE, i'M WalKIng YOu FrOM noW oN." Error told the other, not asked, because this was not something he would back down on. "tHEn i BumPEd iNtO SomEoNE BuYInG flOWErs, noThING tOO bAd tHERE." Yet. You could never tell with the MobTale's. "THen THe cAshIER aT tHE stORE pEEd tHEMsElveS anD fAInTEd AfTER i pAiD foR EvERyTHiNG." Hearts could see that happening, but his mouth was dropped open and wasn't moving to say this fact. "i BUmPED inTO anoTHEr MOnstER, bUT i DiDn't cARe. Oh, ANd On tHE wAY bAcK soMEoNE tRiEd tO muG mE WiTh a KniFE." Error finished up his report on his mission. He thought he did a pretty decent job on it too.

"....A-And what happened with the mugger?" Hearts cleared his throat, smile still frozen to his face. While killings do happen, he's not all too happy about one happening right by his home. But with Error telling him that he was going to walk him to and from work from now on reassured Hearts. Error had the looks and feel about him, one that made Hearts pity anyone that tried to start something. Like this poor mugger that he was now asking about.

"i TOOk thEIR KNiFE." Error explained with a twisted smile growing on his face, eyes lighting up. "AnD tHEn i ShOWed thEM tHE pRopER WaY tO cAUSe THE moSt pAIn WITH iT. AfTER tHAT, i SHoWed THEm on THEiR wAY. Don'T WoRRy, i gAVE thE kniFE bAcK." Error shrugged at Hearts horrified face. The mugger was a teenager, Error wasn't going to kill them for that, not when they were in fact a Chara. When he saw those red eyes and blushing cheeks, Error knew who he was looking at. So in honor of the Charas he once knew, he showed this one some tricks then left them be.

"Anything else I should know?" Hearts blankly asked, wondering how this could get worse. At least no one die-

"i KiLLEd a hUMan, a OldER aDulT, aS hE wAs drAggIng a KId inTo a AllEywaY. THe KId WaS abOUT THrEE oR fOUR aNd WaS cRyiNG fOR hElp, So i gAVE iT. ThE moTHEr Was HappY foR it aT lEaST aS WElL as THE kiD." Error hummed, tapping his chin in thought. He's only been thanked for killing a few times, so that was a treat. The Mother even kicked the dead body once she saw it.

".....Not as bad as I thought it would be." After shaking off the worst thoughts imaginable, what Error went through was not the worst Hearts thought of. He was expecting mountains of dead bodies and the police right out the door demanding Error only for it to turn into a blood bath. "So you got everything?"

"yEaH." Error nodded, digging into the bag to pull out a box of band-aids. Hearts's eyes narrowed at the box before he chuckled at the picture on the box. "yOU DiD'Nt SAy whaT KInd oF bANd-aIDS, SO i goT THEsE."

"I'm sure the kids will love them." Hearts smirked, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Glitter band-aids in the shapes of hearts, SOULS, flowers, stars and strips. You even got the big box of them, so we should be set for awhile. If nothing else they will try to get one without being hurt. Having said that, don't just give them one unless they need it." Hearts added in just in case, he could see Error just giving them away if the kids asked for one just because they wanted one.

'A few bumps, but a success!' Hearts grinned widely as he followed Error deeper into the small apartment. The kids quickly latching onto the taller skeleton, who just dragged them as he continued to walk as to put up the items he just bought. 'Now onto the next part of 'GET LAID' and one of the hardest yet!' A fire not unlike determination burned in Hearts's SOUL. The next part involved him and the kids, so at the least he could keep a eye on this part of the plan.

To make Error want to go out, Null and Void will have to want it too. So Hearts has to pick the perfect, and not to mention safe, place to go out to. Not to mention something that will not cost too much....Even if he has a suspicion that Error could get them into a place like the zoo with no charge.

''GET LAID' is going to work!' Hearts took in a deep breath, chest puffing out slightly. 'Even with the few bumps!'

If only he knew that those few bumps are about to grow in size and number, becoming hills and mountains, then Hearts would have became a hermit with Error if he knew the trouble that came because of his plan.

-One Week Later-

"-AnD yOUR suRE thIS plACe iS sAFE?" Error asked for the tenth time, fiddling with his seat belt.

Right now, all five skeletons were sitting in Hearts dark purple car. Early that day, Hearts had to beg Error to come out with him and Compassion to the park. Error only agreed once Hearts told him the park was far away from their neighborhood, two hours away in fact, in a more richer neighborhood. In other words, much safer then any kind of park near their home. More safer then just playing in the front of their apartment complex to be honest.

It also helped that Null and Void wanted to go playing in a playground for the first time, begging their Daddy to go.

Still doesn't change the fact that Error is one paranoid individual and will most likely be on guard the whole time they are there. But Hearts didn't mind. Baby steps were a saying for a reason.

"Yes, for the tenth time, it will be safe." Hearts huffed over the childish laughter in the backseat. "Do you really think the city wants to be sued by those rich parents that use the park? Not to mention even if someone tries anything, I know you will make sure they won't try again."

"...TrUE." Error conceded at that point, knowing that he would make it a dusty blood bath if anyone tries anything with them.

"Besides, the kids need time outside." Hearts smiled once he saw the playground just up ahead. "It's not healthy staying in all day."

"iT iS IF tHErE aRE mURderERs rIgHT ouTsIDE yOUR dOOR." Error grumbled out loud, making Hearts nervously chuckle as he looked for a place to park. Hearts didn't want to think on how many people Error has beaten up just because he started walking Hearts to and from work. Usually Hearts just out ran them or used the area against them as he knew the place like the back of his hand. But with Error? No, that was not good enough to the glitchy skeleton, who preceded to beat anyone even looking at them funny. Even killing a few who pulled out weapons on him.

If nothing else, Hearts has learned that Error is great in a fight and most likely has a very violent past, one that screams blood and dust as he he fights to survive. Hearts can see the difference in the way people fights, Error's is to live like his life was on the line even it wasn't.

"Okay kids, we're here~" Hearts sang out as he parked, ignoring Error's groaning as the children cheered. "Now remember the rules and don't go outside of our view, alright?"

"Kay~" Null and Compassion chorused together while Void was tugging at his car seat.

With that out of the way, Hearts and Error got out of the car. They both went to the backseats, Error getting Void out of his car seat while Hearts helped the other two out of their seats. After putting the two down, Hearts reached down and picked up a baby bag that had all they things they might need in it. Also things they will never need in it, but Error is paranoid like that so Hearts left him be when he put some very sharp knitting needles and some off feeling blue string into the bag. How string can feel off, Hearts had no idea but decided not to ask about it.

With everything needed out, they headed to the park that was already filled to the brim with other people. Children, human and Monster alike running around while the parents relaxed or talk to one another. Both Hearts and Error ignored the disgusted or suspicious looks thrown their way for how they dress and look, as long as they don't try anything then there was no problem.

Finding a place to sit at a picnic table near a huge tree by a side entrance, Error put down Void, who was holding a Error doll tightly in his hands, and patted Null and Compassion on the head. "hAvE FUn, scREaM iF anYThINg hAPPEns ANd CoME RuNNing fOR ME. i'Ll DeAL WITH iT." Error promised them, making Hearts face palm as all three kids nodded in agreement.

"Well, go have fun kids~" Hearts cooed while the kids ran off, Void holding onto Null's hand as they went as to not fall onto his face.

".....ThIS iS GoINg To End HoRRiblY." Error eventually stated point blank, watching the kids go farther and farther away from them, it seems like they were heading to the sandbox. Error kept a eye on them, noticing adults and kids alike giving them a stink eye. "ThEsE riCh bAstAREds ArE gOIng tO staRT SomEThINg thEY caN't FiniSH WiTh uS AnD tHE kiDS."

"Most likely." Hearts agreed, digging the bag to pull out snacks he packed before hand. "But at least we can enjoy the peace for now until this fucks up somehow." Then he held up a container. "Granny G gave us some cookies-"

"gIVe THEm hErE."

-With Null, Void And Compassion-

"We can make a castle!" Compassion offered excitedly, kneeling in the sand with the other three. "Then we can play kings and queens, or even knights and dragons!"

"Hmmm..." Null hummed in thought while Void cooed and cuddled the Error doll in his hands, sitting right besides his older brother. "I wouldn't mind being a princess..." Suddenly Null gave a gasp as a idea hit him. "We can ask Daddy if he can play with us! He would make the best king, knight or dragon!"

"Yeah! And Dad would make a pretty queen!" Compassion agreed with the idea, eyes shinning at the picture of his Dad in a pretty ball gown and crown. "He can be the Queen of Hearts and yours can be the leader of another kingdom."

"Oh, how about the King of Glitches or even dolls or puppets!" Null's eyes lit up at all the possibilities while Compassion giggled in enjoyment as he started making a moat for the castle.

Meanwhile Void was babbling at the Error doll, talking about his day so far like the doll actually was Error, content with listening to the other two talking right by him.

Unknown to the three kids, a commotion not too far from them was brewing with some other kids.

-With Error and Hearts-

"-then the bitch had the gall to call me a whore!" Hearts complained, insulted, as he leaned onto the picnic table to talk to Error, who was on the other side. "Like I forced her husband to come and see me dance, seduced him for my own. It's not like he was even that handsome!"

"i WOuLD hAVe bRokEN hER WriST fOR slaPPinG mE." Error stated as he munched on another cookie. "tHEn lAUGHEd aT THE thOUght oF tAkiNg hEr pItifUl hUSbANd aS mY oWN oVEr hEr tEaRS. THEn of cOURse I WOuLD haVE thROWn THE dRuNK anD hIS SlUT oUT thE dOOR."

".....While that sounds like a very satisfying thing to do," Hearts started, obviously thinking on it very hard with a smile growing on his face. "I don't have your strength Error. Nor your bravery. I could loose my job if I did that."

"ThEN cALl mE tHE nExT tIme thAT hApPEns, I'Ll DeaL WiTH iT anD maKE sURE it WOn't hAPPen agAIn." Error told the other, a bit annoyed he wasn't called at all to help Hearts out - No one hurts what's Error's. Not anymore if Error has a say about it, and he is found of his leach. - when Error could literally have been there in seconds. Not porting, but by running even. Not that Hearts knew this.

"Ohh~! Error~!" Hearts cooed out in delight, his face lightening up at Error's words. "You do care about me~"

"oF coURse I DO." Error blinked at Hearts in confusion. "hAVE i DONe soMEthINg tO nOT shOW tHAT?" Error glanced down in thought, tapping his chin with a half eaten cookie in thought. "YoU aRE mY staLKER afTER aLL." And that means Hearts is Error's just as Null and Void are his kids, meaning they are Error's as well. Because Hearts is his, that in turn means Compassion is under Error's protection as well by default. It also helps that Error actually likes the two.

Just as Hearts opened his mouth - most likely to try and explain to Error that he's not really his stalker, or at least not by the definition of the word. Just a concerned friend, best friend if Hearts had any said so. - a commotion at the side entrance caught their attention.

Both turned to see through the gate near the entrance that a skeleton Monster was struggling against some humans in suits.

Seeing this made Error remember Null crying for him from the human in the suit in that other Multiverse, reminded him of Hearts struggling against that pig Monster. It reminded him of when he was struggling and no one helped. Not one of these rich people were doing anything to help. It seems money doesn't give morals.

For Hearts, it happened so fast. Shooting up, Hearts halted. Somehow Error had moved faster then a blink, because one moment he was sitting, the next he was ripping the humans off the Monster. Shrugging, Hearts kept a eye out while he pulled out another juice box and water bottle, might as well get ready for the stranger if they decide to follow Error like he did.

Shoving off the humans was simple, and honestly all it took was knocking one out before the others got scared and ran for it with their fallen one in their hold. Seeing this, Error turned to the skeleton Monster behind him and froze.

Inky.

Inky was staring back up at him.

'No! Don't be a fool like last time!' Taking in a shaky breath, Error forced himself to take in the other. The other skeleton had the same eyes as Inky, the same look, but he was taller, standing to Error's chest. He also wore a white dress shirt, black slacks, dress shoes and no paint or ink on him. It wasn't Inky, just like in that other Multiverse with the tall Inky, it wasn't really Inky. Just a counterpart. 'Don't be a fool and risk Null and Void like last time, be smart, you mistake of a glitch!'

With that in mind, Error turned his attention back to the counterpart. "bE mORE cARefUl." Error demanded before turning around, only to freeze when he felt something grab onto the back of his sweater. Slowly looking over his shoulder, he saw the Inky counterpart shyly holding onto his sweater with one hand, the other curled up into his chest, and staring up at him with watery eyes.

'Shit.' Twitching, Error glanced out for a out. Seeing none, as Hearts was digging from the bag for something, Error turned to look down at the other. "....wHAT?"

The Inky counterpart went to answer, but a suddenly shivered and went slack. Only Error's reflexes honed from years of being a Destroyer saved the other from face planting onto the harsh unforgiving ground.

Huffing, Error started leading the other to the picnic table to sit down. He was not about to leave the other on the ground no matter how much he looks like Inky, he's not as cold as his Original Multiverse may think. Well, not as cold in some areas at least.

Hearts looked up and nearly laughed at Error's annoyed face as he helped the new comer sit down. Once the new one was sitting, Error quickly went back to his seat on the other side and pulled the rest of the cookies to himself. Error needed some sweets to take his mind on this train wreak.

Giving the new comer a gentle smile, Hearts held up a juice box and a water bottle. "Hello there~" Once the other was looking up, Hearts went on. "Do you want a drink? Water or apple juice?"

"....W-Water, please." Was the soft answer. Hearts grinned and handed the water bottle over. "I'm Hearts." Hearts then pointed over to Error, who was shoving cookie after cookie into his mouth. "And that grump over there is Error."

"E-Error..." Hearts nearly started laughing hysterically at the awed whisper and pastel rainbow blush on the other's cheeks. It looks like someone has a slight hero worship/crush on oblivious Error. This should be fun if nothing else, that or a wreak waiting to happen. Either way Hearts had front row seats, that and if this Monster tries anything fast with Error then he's got another thing coming.

Error glanced up at his name, cookie sticking out of his mouth. The new comer cleared his throat before introducing himself. "H-How do you do? I am Ink Genesis."

"A wonderful name." Hearts complemented while Error just twitched and started eating the cookies faster. "Do you know why those men were chasing you for?" Hearts asked softly, knowing what it was like to be in Ink's place.

Ink frowned softly, hands gently wrapping around the water bottle as he looked down to his lap. "They were actually my body guards." Error snorted, thinking that they were horrible at their job, while Hearts paled, thinking they were about to get sued or worse. "My brother is very protective you see, my health is not the best." Ink frowned, looking up at the two. "But I sneaked out to get some alone time, the guards found me. I-I fought back, not wanting to go back just yet, so they tried to drag me back." Then a smile grew on his face, a light blush working it's way up as Ink glanced to Error. "Then you came, fighting them off for me....I must have looked like I was in trouble, so I thank you."

Hearts sighed in relief, it sounded like they were not in fact about to sent to jail or get fined a whole lot of money. Error just blinked, not seeing any issue with anything.

"Well, I'm glad everything worked itself out!" Hearts clapped his hands, sitting back down himself. Then leaning over, Hearts gave a sly smirk up at Error who was now narrowing his eyes down at Hearts in suspicion. "Saving another huh? A superhero in the making~"

"ShOULd I HAVe LEft YOU?" Error asked in answer, raising a brow. Hearts just stuck his tongue out in response before leaning back. "Forget it, it's lunch time. Should I get the kids or should you?"

A strange look passed on Ink's face, a glint entering his eyes as he shifted. "Excuses me," Both Hearts and Error blinked, looking to Ink as he went on to ask his question. "but are the two of you married?"

"HAHahAHA-!" Error laughed, finding it hilarious that he would ever marry Hearts. Hearts meanwhile pouted before a grin went up his face as well, also finding it funny.

"No, we're not married." Hearts chuckled, waving his hand as if dismissing the thought. Ink's face shifted before a smile worked it's way up his face. "We're just close friends taking our children to the park together."

"WhO WOUlD mARRy ME?" Error chuckled, scratching his face slightly. "WHo WOuLD maRRy HEaRTS?"

"You bitch!" Hearts grinned, pointing a finger to Error dramatically. "I'll have you know I am a great catch and people would die to have me!"

Before anything else could be said on the matter, Compassion was running up to them with a scared look on his face. "DAD! UNCLE ERROR!"

Both adults shot up while Ink got a worried look on his face. "What is it Compassion?" Hearts immediately asked, face grim but worried.

Compassion panted, but forced the answer out. "Some weird adult is causing trouble with Null and Void!"

"WHAT?!" Was all Error got out before he rushed off, hunting for his kids. Whoever was stupid enough to try anything was going to die here and now, no matter how many kids it would scar for life.

-With Null, Void And Compassion Minutes Before-

"How about this?" Null asked the older skeleton, pausing in his building. "Do you think it looks slanted?"

Compassion looked the little castle over, eyes searching it over. "No, I think it needs-"

It happened quickly. Suddenly a young boy ran up and destroyed their castle. Then the boy grabbed onto the Error doll, ripping it out of Void's hands and rushed off. The three skeletons didn't even pay attention to the other children running after the boy, all too focused on the now sobbing Void.

"N-Nooooo!" Void sobbed into his now empty hands. "D-Daddy!"

"Don't worry Void!" Compassion tried to comfort, gently hugging the sobbing babybones. "We'll get it back!"

"We're getting it back." Compassion glanced up to Null, face paling at the other's face. 'I think I see how Null is Error's son now.'

Compassion hurriedly picked up Void once Null started running to where they saw the boy run off too. 'Maybe this is how Dad feels when Error gets that look on his face.' Compassion gulped, remembering how his Dad would get worried once in a while about Uncle Error, how he may get into trouble. Not that he did the trouble, that he would get caught.

Soon, the three came onto the boy, who was slowly backing away from another group of three skeletons. The one in the middle was in a blue pin-stripe suit and fedora standing a head taller then Null. The one on the left was a good two heads taller then Compassion, dressed in black dress shirt, black pants, red boots and a blood red scarf. He also had sharp teeth and a mean scrawl and a crack on his skull. The one on the right was the same height as the one on the left, wearing a orange dress shirt, blue jeans, orange shoes and had a sucker in his mouth. He had orange eyes while the other had red eyes, the one in the middle had white eyes. The orange one had a lazy look on his face, the red one had death written all over his, and the middle one had a mocking look on his face. All mismatched, but it screamed dangerous.

But that in no way was stopping Null, who would do anything for his family. Especially for his baby brother.

"Now, Ray, why did ya have ta go and do that?" The one in the middle drawled on, a sarcastic smile on his face. "Why ya have ta go and steal those toys? Ya know this is my territory don' ya?" He slowly shook his head, looking like a disappointed parent. "I thought we were friends-"

A blur shot off around the three boys, making them blink. The next thing they were looking at was a little skeleton in a dress kicking Ray in the shins, making Ray drop like a bag of rocks.

Null scoffed, making sure to give this 'Ray' one more kick for good measures before grabbing the backpack off him and digging through all the different toys. Finally finding the Error doll, Null harshly threw the backpack onto the boy, making him whimper in pain. With a sniff, Null started gliding away like he had seen his Daddy do before. "Piece of trash!"

Compassion snorted, sitting Void down. Void immediately went to his brother, toddling over. Null stopped and grinned down at Void, handing over the doll with one hand and grabbing his brother's hand with his free one. "See? I got it back for you~"

"T'ank you~!" Void cooed right back, holding the doll tightly as if someone was going to take it again.

Movement caused Null to look up sharply. The three other boys were now walking up to the two. Compassion made sure they didn't notice him, just in case he needed to get a adults attention or do a surprise attack. Living in the slums taught Compassion a lot about staying out of sight but still seeing others.

"That was amazin' doll!" The one in the middle grinned, eyes bright. Soon he was standing in front of Null, the other two standing like guards behind him. Null tugged Void closer, getting ready to pick him up at a moments notice. The one in front of him noticed, a a approving gleam came to light in his eyes. "The name is Skulls Riot, what's yours doll?" The Skull glanced down to Void. "And little doll's?"

Null frowned, sniffing and looking them up and down before deciding there was no harm as long as it was only his first name. Granny G had told him to do this with strangers, so that way they can't look you up. "I'm Null." Null tugged Void even closer. "This is my baby brother Void."

"What pretty names, am I right boys?" Both boys standing behind him nodded. Skulls suddenly chuckled. "Oh, we're are my manners? This here is Fallen," Skulls gestured to the on in red first then to the one in orange. "and this here is Honey." Skulls then turned his attention fully to Null. "I like the way ya dealt with Ray there, he was askin' for a beatin'."

"He took our doll right from Void's hands." Null's eyes glowed for a moment before dulling back to their normal white. "He's luckily all I did was kick him." Here Null frowned, tugging Void away as he started to walk away. "Come on Void, lets go now."

Before Null could take anymore steps, Skulls was standing right in front of him again. "Now, there's no need ta go yet is there? My boys will handle the trash, so why don't I-"

"It's almost lunch time." Null interrupted with narrow eyes, before tilting his head up with a glare. "We should go back to our Daddy before he gets worried." It was warning, that their Daddy would be looking for them soon and would know if they were gone. And while Skulls didn't know it, Null knew that their Daddy would tear apart anyone for them. "Sorry, but we have to go now."

"Why don't I escort ya?" Skulls's face had a smirk on it, holding out a arm for Null. "Someone as pretty as ya shouldn't be alone-"

"RAY?!" Suddenly a adult human stormed up, screaming when she saw her son laying in pain on the ground with two other boys lifting him up. Seeing this, Ray suddenly pointed to Null and Void.

Before anyone could react to anything, the women harshly grabbed onto Void, yanking him away. Null reacted, gripping onto his brother making the lady stop and glare down at them all. None of them noticed one of the skeletons running off.

"What did you do to my son you two little hussies?!" The women in a very fancy red dress and white fur coat growled down at Null and Void. Skulls looked out and caught someone's eyes, making a gesture that no one really caught. "I swear, if you hurt them I am going to-"

"Going to what?"

The women jerked her head but still kept her grip on the little kids. A skeleton with black, inky tear marks on his face was walking up slowly to the group. He wore a leather jacket, black shirt, jeans and boots. He had a smirk on his face, daring the other to try anything.

"You don't know who your messing with do you?" The adult skeleton snorted, voice mocking. "Why don't you let the kid go before something you won't like happens?"

This seemed to anger the women further, face turning a bright red. Void trying to tug out of the her hold caught her attention. Her black eyes blazed and suddenly her free hand was coming down before anyone knew what has happening. "You little slut-!"

"DADDY!" Void cried out by pure instincts, orange pastel tears falling in fear.

A black blur, wind picking up, and suddenly the women was crying out in pain.

Everyone blinked in shock. A tall, dark, glitching stood above the women, hand tightly holding onto the hand that was going to slap down onto Void.

Error lowly growled, harshly pulling the women away from his kids, forcing her to let go of Void's arm. "jUSt WhERe YOu thINKIng TO DO tO mY SoNS?" Error growled, hold getting tighter and tighter, making the women sob and gasp in pain. "WElL yOU PiEcE oF tRASH?!"

"Wow...." Skulls gasped in awe at the new adults power, Fallen and Honey quickly letting go of Ray and running up to Skulls. The other skeleton adult shifted, watching the new comer with cautious yet interested eyes.

Seeing the women doing nothing but crying, Error scoffed in disgust and violently tossed her to the side. Not paying the cowering women any mind, Error quickly bent down to pick up his sons. "nUlL, VOID? ArE YOU OKaY?" Null and Void cuddled their Father, letting him check them over while they cooed at him and tried to tell them what had happened.

And if anything wasn't going great already, two other new comers came walking up. One making Error want to curse and start a killing rampage.

"What seems to be the problem?" A park cop asked, a middle age man with dark hair and glasses.

"I told you there was a commotion here." The Monster said smugly, a very familiar Monster to Error.

"I see that Jerry." The Park Officer answered back.

'Jerry.' Error twitched at the one Monster he never could regret killing off. In fact, a lot of other Monsters thanked Error for killing off Jerry. One time, the King thanked him for killing off Jerry before they fought. That has to be a sign that this is one Monster no one would miss. Especially as one time, a Sans asked him to kill off his AU's Jerry. The one Monster that may even be more hated then even Error himself.

"Nothing much Park Ranger." Error glanced to the other skeleton adult, eyes going wide at the black tear like marks on the other's face, looking a lot like his own blue tear marks. "Ray, the boy on the ground, was stealing some toys. Eventually he stole from the wrong kid, who decided to get back their toy by force as he wouldn't hand it over." Then the skeleton gestured to the women on the ground, who was still crying dramatically. This made Error roll his eyes, it's not like he held her wrist as tightly as he could. If that was the case, she wouldn't have a hand anymore. "The boy's Mother thought it would be a good idea to hurt the children in defense of her son," Then he was looking to Error, and his eyes widened just like Error's did when he got a good look at the darker one's face. "the father was not happy to see his son about to get slapped."

The Park Officer huffed, glancing all around while Jerry started whining, wanting more drama. Error lowly snorted before speaking up. Making the Officer look to him.

"i CaMe To SEE tHAT WoMEN abOUT to hIt mY YOUngESt. I tOOk AcTIOn." Error stated, daring the officer to do anything about it. "nOW, iT IS lUncH TIME. mY BOyS nEEd TO EaT." Error started walking away, much to the rest of the skeletons amusement.

"W-Wait! I still need-" The Officer gulped when Error sharply looked over to him with a glare. "N-Never mind! I'll ask the others!"

'That's what I thought.' Error snorted as he turned and walked back to where Hearts, Compassion and now Ink waited. He could still hear Jerry complaining as he walked away. Man, how he hated Jerry.

Luckily, the side entrance was not too far off from where Null and Void were. And soon Error was sitting down with his children rightly in his hold. Compassion was quick to scoot over to check them over as well as Hearts fished out the band-aids.

"-aNd ThEN FuCKinG JeRRY WaS WiTH THeM." Error groaned to the others as he explained what had happened after Ink had asked about it all. "i hATe JErRy, i WISH hE woULD juST dIE alREaDY."

Error had a new chance in this Multiverse, he didn't want a Jerry to ruin it for him. But like hell he was going to dirty his hands with a Jerry's dust once more unless he had no choice.

"I think others share your opinion." Hearts pointed out, making Error look to where the one in purple was pointing to. Error laughed, seeing the Officer walking away with the women and her child, the skeleton kids kicking at Jerry and the adult skeleton on where in sight.

"...I've heard some others complaining about a 'Jerry'" Ink said with his head tilted in thought, a thoughtful frown on his face. "A lot of people around here don't like him from what I can tell....But you really wish him dead?" Ink asked in pure curiosity and nothing more.

"YES." Error bluntly answered. "i ReAlLy WanT hIM dEAd."

"Now, enough of that!" Hearts butted in, slapping Error across the head. Error just looked up at Hearts, not even fazed from the slap, making Hearts pout. "Lets eat, then we can go home. I think everyone has had enough excitement today." Hearts admitted, but slightly happy that nothing too bad happened today. 'GET LAID' is still a go! With a smile, Hearts turned to look at Ink. "Do you want some too? I made extra sandwiches so you can have some if you want some."

Ink softly shook his head, starting to get up. "No thank you. I must be getting home. The guards must have told me Brother what has happened, he must be getting worried."

"....DO yOU WanT ME tO wALK yOU bACk." Say what you want about him, but Error is not SOULLESS. He may look like Inky, but this one has admitted to being sickly. He wasn't going to not ask and then find out on the news this skeleton died walking home from whatever is wrong with him. It really helped that this Ink was weak really, it means that Error could easily take him down and makes it easier to separate this Ink from Inky.

Ink flushed much to Hearts amusement before shaking his head. "There is no need. I live in the neighborhood. I've actually came to this park plenty time before, so I know my way back. "Ink got up and smiled, giving a little wave to the children who waved back. "It was nice meeting you all. I-I hope to see you again." Ink glanced to Error before leaving with one more wave.

"He totally was into you." Hearts smirked once he saw Ink was out of sight. Error frowned in confusion at the other's wording, seeing this, Hearts laughed. "I meant he had a crush on you, wanted you romantically."

Something in Error broke, maybe it was his shit taking meter because he seriously had none left to give now. "nO. NO hE dID nOT. lEtS nOT tALk ABouT THIS aGAIn." Error blankly stated, face going slack as he tried not to think about any type of Ink liking him.

Something must have shown on Error's face, because Hearts said nothing more about it and passed out the simple food he made for them all to eat for lunch. Null and Void not leaving Error's lap at all and Compassion clinging to Error's arm.

When they finished, threw away the trash, they all stood up and went to the front entrance as it was closer to the car. A huge group of people and Monsters were coming in and leaving as it was still lunch time.

Error caught sight of Jerry once more, who was bugging some single Mothers.

"I ReALLy WISh JerRY WOuLD juST DRop DEaD AlREaDY." Error muttered to himself, clenching his kids closer to his chest as he walked out of the park with Hearts and his son. "i hATE jERRy."

Error never noticed someone listening in on him and hearing every word he said.

-Five Days Later-

It was late at night when it happened. The day everything changed.

The Miscalculation family and Zeal family had spent the whole day with Granny G - who still kept dodging Error's questions. With the way she moved and walked, Error knew she had to be a killer of some sort. - before the kids started yawning, meaning it was time for bed. It was already late as well, and as Hearts was off work that night, they all decided to just stay the night at Error's. Something Hearts and Compassion had been doing more and more.

But Error froze in the hallway, making Hearts back up a bit to see what made Error still.

A beautiful red gift box, wrapped in red gift wrap and a black ribbon tied to it, was sitting innocently in front of Error's apartment door.

Quickly putting on his leather gloves, Error lightly moved the kids to stand behind him with Hearts. "StAY AwAY kiDS. HeaRTS, kEEp a Eye ouT." With that, Error slowly moved up to the box, His eyes glowed for a moment and it hit Hearts that Error was using magic of some kind. The glow died down and then Error gently lifted the box by the ribbon, it was only then that Hearts noticed a piece of paper under the bow.

Error unlocked the door, shuffling in with the box, Hearts and the children following just a foot behind him. Hearts shut the door, but didn't lock it just in case they needed to run. He knew that finding a box just outside one's door is usually not a good sign, not in this neighborhood.

"kIDs, gO iNto THE bEdROOm anD dON't COME ouT unTIl i Say SO, hEaRTS gET mE a toWEl tO Sit THis ON." Error ordered, as he waited by the table. None of the children complained of this order, feeling the tension in the air. Hearts quickly got a white towel and sat it down on the kitchen table.

Error softly sat down the box. Slowly removing his hands off it. He had no idea what was in the thing, only that there was some magic coming off it. That could mean a number of things, like that it was a bomb or could even be a attack of some kind. The problem with all this is that Error doesn't know who could have sent it. No one but Hearts and Granny G knows where he lives and they're his neighbors. Sure the Land Lords know, but there is a clause in his contract that makes certain that they tell no one. So he had no idea what to expect.

Slowly slipping the paper off from under the ribbon, Error sat it to the side. Reading that can wait until after seeing what was inside. For all Error knew there was a trigger in the letter set by some magic, it has happened before in some very violent AU's after all.

Slipping the ribbon off and sitting it to the side, Error gently opened the box. Once opened, Error let out a sigh in relief and Hearts let out a silent scream.

Dust. There was a pile of dust in the box.

"Oh! Oh god!" Hearts choked while Error glanced up to him in question. "Error! Do you even know what this means?!" Hearts asked in shock at the other's confusion.

Error shrugged in answer. "YEs, MOnsTER DUST, SoMEoNE kILLEd a MONStER anD sENT mE thE rEmAINs. BuT iT coULD haVE BEEN WOrsE." Error shrugged once more at Hearts horrified face. "i mEaN THE boX iS pAINtEd WiTH bLOOd, SO i GUeSS it WaS ExpECtED-"

"BLOOD?!" Hearts screamed out, taking a closer look at the box. Now he noticed the smell, the slight brown color to it. It smelled like metal, metallic in a way, iron. Hearts gulped down the vomit wanting to come up.

"yEs, bLoOD." Error nodded as he gently picked up the paper that was on it, finding it to be a folded note. "i NOtICEd iT rIGht AWay, BUt it StIll coULD havE bEEN a BoMB oR SomEthing WorSE. I dON't lIKE aSaumING tHReAts, lEaDS tO pAIN uSuaLLy." Error told Hearts as he opened the note.

Hearts quickly scurried to Error, waiting to hear what the note says. Blood, dust, and now what? In any case, Hearts feels like this is just getting worse and worse.

"It SAyS 'i hOPE YOU lIKE thE pResENT i GoT yOU. I hEaRd yOU SayINg HOWmuCH yoU waNT iT.' AnD THen tHErEs a StAMp oF a A 'C' On tHE boTToM-" Error said only to pause once Hearts gave a horrified scream, ripping the paper out of Error's hold.

Hearts started hyperventilate at seeing the stamp. It was of a cursive 'C' surrounded by marigold flowers. "E-Error! T-The C! The MOB!" Hearts choked out, tears starting to come out in pure fear. "T-This is from one of THE Mobs in the city-NO, the country!"

Error saw no problem with this really, if anyone was going to start something he will finish it. But it's not like he can say to Hearts 'Hey, I'm going to go hunt for this mob and then shoot them all with my Gaster Blaster if not then by strangling them with my magical strings. What? No, it's what you call fighting magic. Oh, yeah, by the way I'm also a God of Destruction from another Multiverse and have killed a lot of different versions of you and your son, who is usually your brother.'. Yeah, that's not going to work for Error.

With that in mind, Error lightly took the paper from Hearts and sat it back down onto the table. "ThEN whAT dO We DO THEn?" Error asked Hearts with a raised brow, completely calm. In this case, Error will let Hearts take the lead so no suspicion comes to him. But is this so called Mob tries anything more, Error will take the lead and then this Mob will be no more.

"W-We have to call the cops." Hearts finally gasped out, taking out his cell phone. "I-I'll call the Land Lords and tell them what's going on. They will have no choice but to let us call the cops." Hearts started laughing in shock as he started typing in the number needed. "T-The C Mob! The Marigold Mafia! O-Oh god....How did! Why-!?" Hearts shook his head as the phone rang, putting it to his skull.

Error blankly watched Hearts talk to the Land Lords, hearing said Land Lords gasp from where he stood. He knew the cops were going to come after everyone in the apartment was warned about them coming. This gave everyone time to hide what needs to be hid, get out of the apartment before they got there, or locked themselves into said apartment to hide away.

Now he had to deal with a different kind of Mafia, like MobTale it seems like. Just great.

But when the police came, Error knew it was just going to get worse because of who greeted him when he opened the door for the knock on the other side.

'Should have taken my chances with that taller Inky when I had the chance.' Error sighed mentally while Hearts panicked in the background.

'It's just dust.'

-End Chapter-

Here it is! Don't worry, I have like twelve other drafts that I am working on other then this one. That's why I haven't updated this story and Healing What Has Been Broken. I've had a lot of fun with this one let me tell you. I especially love doing Hearts as Error's best friend, they make a hilarious team up because of how different they are.

I have no paring thought up for Error in this one yet, so I don't mind options on it. But remember, you don't know everyone's role in this story yet. They may be kids, married, or even dead. Having said that, this is going to be on the dark side, so love affairs can happen along with divorces in this one unlike with the NAJ one. I won't tell you the roles yet, so any option now can be given. But later on and it turns out to be a kid or something I for sure won't be using it obviously.

Null and Void don't have a pairing - or kid crush - nor does Compassion or Hearts. No one is paired up yet in this story. I might go with the flow until it hits me unless I find one I like for the whole thing.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it, sorry for the wait.

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Falling Into A Different Destiny - Mr. Erratum - Part 3

Multiverse/World - Nerd and Jock.

When - Error and his kids land in NAJ before the school year officially starts. So with them being there changes quite a few things and causes a stir in the school.

Error, Null, and Void lands into a world where kids fight more with their fists then magic, Monsters are above ground and were never were trapped in the Underground behind a barrier, Gaster Blasters do not exist along with a lot of fighting magic, and all the Monsters Error can remember seem to be students and teachers along with others he has never seen before. Then if that wasn't strange enough, Error somehow gets roped into being a teacher of all things. Now he has to deal with all this school/romance drama he in no way ever wanted to deal with. Hell, he never even went to school!....That he remembers anyway. So why do these people think it is a good idea to put him in charge of a class?!

Destiny save him from hormonal teenagers and love struck teachers.

Pairing - I have decided who to pair up with Erratum! Look at end notes to see my reasons for why I picked who I picked. It's at the bottom because I had finally decided once I was mostly done with the chapter if anyone was wondering why it is at the bottom. Too lazy to move it, but it works out. If I didn't pick a pairing you really wanted, please remember that there are going to be a lot more stories in this book - in fact I have like 15 drafts for other stories and some part 2's - so that there is a very good chance of Erratum(Error) being with a different Monster/Person/whoever really in those story.

If you have a suggestion, I am happy to hear them. I can't promise that I will do them or implant them, as I have a ton of ideas already, but I am willing to listen and try to do them if I can.

Also, I am going to be making some characters different then how they were in NAJ. If you want to see the real NAJ you can find it somewhere in tumblr, I only know that it has been passed around a lot so I'm not for sure who owns it now, only that I don't own it. So warnings for that because this is going to be different then the comic, but that'a given as this is fanfiction and Erratum is in it now along with his kids.

-This chapter started out simple and slightly small, but then I just started adding more and more, then the next thing I knew it was huge! Where did all these words come from I will never know! I just wanted to end the first day already, then the next thing I knew it was way over the length I thought it would be! I hope you all like long chapters.

-Start Chapter-

Lockers slammed shot and opened as it was time for Lunch Time A, students getting ready for classes or getting ready to go eat in the cafeteria or even outside in the courtyard.

"How were your teachers?" Napstablook whispered as he floated by his friends. "Most of mine seem fine...."

Fresh glanced away, trying to think of a way to explain Mr. Erratum, meanwhile Alphys and Papyrus were getting stuff out of their lockers and putting them into their bags. "We'll the new sewing teacher....Mr. Erratum is nice....if slightly-very different then what we are used to."

Before Napstablook could even go to ask what Fresh even meant with that, Undyne ran her way to them, dragging with her PJ. All Nerds tensed for the biting words and harsh hits only to slack in shock when they caught sight of her worried face and PJ's confused horrfifed one.

"You nerds!" Undyne started loudly only to wince and look around, relaxing when no was paying her any mind. She turned back to them, talking much more quietly then before. "Alphys, I have a important question for you, I have to know."

Alphys flushed, glancing around nervously while PJ was just looking at the ground and the rest of the Nerds were looking at the jocks in confusion. "H-Have t-t-to know what U-Undyne?"

"Eating disorders." All nerds straightened and gave their full, if very shockingly confused, attention to the fish jock. "Not eating or caring about eating, not eating for days, is a eating disorder right? Well, how do they form? How do they start?"

"I-It comes from a little bit of everything. They are complex. They come from a complex combination of factors, including genetic, biochemical, psychological, cultural, and environmental." Alphys rattled off in shock, just letting it all flow out of her. "Not caring about eating for whatever reason sounds like EDNOS; Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, as it does not fit in with the rest of the criteria, especially if they just don't care about weight or eating as the other ones care about wight loss and controlled eating."

"Why do you won't to know?" Papyrus asked with a concerned frown on his face. "Is something wrong?"

Fresh narrowed his eyes when both Undyne and PJ glanced to one another, before both looked back at the group with a grim edge to them. Napstablook floated a bit closer, sensing the tension.

"Not to long ago, I saw Mr. Erratum leaving his classroom with Incubux." Undyne scowled, harshly scratching her head. "I was close by, so I could hear everything they were saying even if I didn't want to. At first, everything was fine. Incubux told Mr. Erratum "Have a nice lunch". Even Mr. Erratum's "I'm not eating" was normal. It was when Incubux asked what he meant that things started getting weird."

"Weird how?" Fresh frowned, a bad feeling in his SOUL at where this was going.

"After Incubux asked him he forgot food, even offering up other ways to get food if that was what happened, Mr. Erratum-" Undyne gulped, frown growing more and more as she thought back to what she heard. "Mr. Erratum said "No, I just don't eat", "Don't like to anyway, eating is a pain and a waste of time" and "Besides, I ate a few days ago. I should be fine for a while"."

"O-Oh...." Napstablook whispered, eyes starting to water at the thought of anyone saying that. Even Ghost Monsters need to eat after all. "That's not good...."

"No shit." PJ bluntly stated, finally looking up from the ground, eyes glaring at the group in front of him. "That's why Undyne came running to me to tell me what was going on, then we figured me might as well ask if someone knew about eating disorders. If we went looking ourselves, teachers and our parents might get the wrong idea. And as you all are nerds, we figured you might have known something. You all seem to like knowing for the sake of knowing."

Alphys was softly sniffling, eyes going watery. "P-Poor Mr. Erratum!" She shook her head gently while Papyrus laid a hand on her shoulder in comfort even though he looked like he needed the same thing. "H-He was so nice in class to us.....Even going so far to offer to get fired for us if any of us wanted him to leave...." She sniffed once more.

"Do you think anyone else knows?" Fresh leaned forward, eyes lighting up as something hit him. "Mr. Erratum seems like he doesn't know social norms and is very honest if not harshly so. So wouldn't others notice this too? Like, say the teachers?"

"Shit." PJ growled, hands going into tight fists as he tried not to punch the lockers. "Shit!"

"If they notice and are doing nothing, then we should." Undyne stated, determination shinning in her eye. "If they don't want Mr. Erratum, then we'll take him. He's our teacher. Just like he said that we were his, he is ours. A two way street right?"

"Isn't that going too far?" Papyrus softly asked, eyes sad at the thought of no one doing anything for Mr. Erratum. "We don't know that the other teachers are doing nothing or have noticed anything wrong-"

"If they haven't noticed Mr. Erratum looking like the definition of a abuse case then what does that mean for the students." PJ growled out, eyes starting to glow slightly. "I know my Dad had to take a class on abuse, more then one in fact, to get a teaching degree much less work at this school. Not to mention we have all watched many videos on it in health class. So they have to have noticed!"

"Abused?" Napstablook questioned, brows frowned at this new information.

"His whole skull was covered in cracks and scars, never mind the fact that he was covered from the neck down, most likely meaning that he is hiding more. I'm not stupid." PJ scoffed with a angry frown. "He's had to be abused, some of the things he said also implied it as well when we had class with him. He said that he knew some Monsters for years and they hurt him for not liking how he looked, that can go in many directions but all end in abuse. Doesn't matter how you get there."

"M-Maybe they can't do anything?" Napstablook offered up. "He is a grown adult."

"All the more reason for us to do something!" Undyne scowled, eye lighting up with a fire. So much so that the others were shocked that fire didn't come out of her eye. "Are we going to really leave the only teacher who is willing to do anything for the rest of us rot?!"

"No." Everyone jerked to Alphys, shocked at the steel edge to her tone. "No, we will not leave Mr. Erratum to rot. It doesn't matter if the teachers know or not, are trying or not, yet. All that matters is that his students are going to do something about all this and get to the bottom of everything."

Papyrus sighed, shifting while Fresh nodded in agreement with Alphys."She's right. it doesn't really matter now if the adults are doing something right now." Papyrus frowned, thinking of his older brother. "Right now we have to focus on Mr. Erratum."

"What do we do then?" Fresh rubbed his neck, not believing he was going to work with his bullies but Mr. Erratum took first priority in this case. "What can we do?"

"Spread the word to his other students?" Napstablook said, eyes looking down when everyone turned their attention to him. "They can tell their friends then, keeping a eye and ear out to all the problems. After that, everyone can come up with a plan of action together."

Undyne huffed but shut her mouth when PJ nodded in agreement with the ghost. "If nothing else, it will give us more information. Undyne, we'll split up and spread the word. After that, er go to lunch normally. Mr. Erratum is supposed to be there keeping a eye out on the students with some other teachers." 'And on the other teachers as well' went unsaid but was heavily applied.

With a few more words, the jocks left the nerds to get started on their mission.

Aphys knew then that the school was changing. Jocks going to the nerds for help? Nerds doing it without being threatened? Working together? It was something she thought she would never see. And all this was possible because of Mr. Erratum, who had been their teacher for only a day.

But what a day it had been, what a class time it had been.

It was only fair that the students would also do anything for the teacher who would give up his job for them just to make sure they were safe. For a Monster who said that he would answer any kind of call for help because they were his students. Mr. Erratum may be weird, different and broken, but it just showed how difficult life can be. It meant all the more that he was willing to do listen to them and help.

So the students would do the same for their teacher.

-In The Cafeteria-

A shiver went down his spine, making Erratum twitch as he looked around for a threat only to see students coming in and eating with their friends. Glancing around, all he saw was Nightmare, Ink and Error talking to each other with some students around them, nothing worth him jumping the blaster. So why did he feel so off?

Trying to take his mind off of it, Erratum walked up to the other teachers and prayed to anything and anyone above that he would not regret actively seeking out other Monsters.

Error twitched and quickly turned his head, seeing Erratum walking up to the trio of teachers answering some questions to some students. It was weird how he felt something, like he knew Erratum was coming, that he was nearby. It opened so many questions....

Ink, seeing that Error was looking at something, turned to and smiled once he saw Erratum walking up to them. "Erratum! Glad to see that you came to help us out. We have until next lunch period, then we swap with some other teachers. You can still help if you want of course as you are free." Nightmare muttered something sounding like 'Lucky bastard' so Ink hurried on before any of the students could make that out while Error snorted. "Some students were just asking us some questions, have any time to answer some?"

Feeling like he was going to regret this, Erratum turned to see a few girl Bunny Monsters, a male dog monster, a skeleton Monster that was in one of his classes named Swift that had a camera around his neck, and the Frisk was there as well. Out of the corner of his socket, he could also see some students from his first class coming into the cafeteria and heading towards him. Great. Might as well get the pain over with. "SuRE, i GuEsS."

One white bunny Monster, that had long hair done up in pig-tails and was wearing a red sweater and skirt, spoke up first, giggling with each word. "Are you married?"

Erratum frowned, not understanding her words at first, while the other teachers groaned in annoyance at that question.

But Erratum spoke up before any of the others - like Nightmare who was about to scold the student for asking about a teacher's personal life - could, frowning in confusion. "ARE yOu aSKIng IF i HAvE a SOUlmaTE?" Erratum asked, trying to think back on it. Monster marriage has much more at stake, you have to trust the other with your very SOUL when you ask for them to be your SoulMate after all. But he did know that some Monsters who loved each other, but didn't want to or trust the other with their SOUL, used the human version of becoming one. Less chance of being hurt in the SOUL that way he supposed. So he had no idea what exactly the teen was asking for; Marriage, SoulMate, or both? Either way the answer is the same, but he would like to know what is being asked before replying.

"A soul mate? How adorable!" The bunny giggled with the other students as the group got bigger, other students joining in. "Someone fated for you? Sure, but I meant someone you asked to marry you-"

"FAtED? NO." Erratum shook his head in shock, wondering just what was going on. "i KNOw WhaT YoU mEanT. BUt BeCOmINg soULmaTEs iS noT fatED. ThINk oF iT lIKE MONstER mARRiaGE-WaiT, ShOUlDn't THEy KNOw THis? WHAt tHE hELl DOEs scHOOl TEacH?"

Now the teachers were looking at him. Erratum just looked back. "WhAT? SHOulDn't ThEy KNoW-ShoULdn'T yoU tEacH MOnsTER cuLTuRE aS WElL as HUmAn CulTuRE? GrANNy ToLD mE thAT iT WaS taugHt...."

"Erratum, becoming SoulMates went out of use a long time ago. Over hundreds if not thousands of years ago." Nightmare explained, making Erratum go wide eyed. "So long ago in fact that no one really knows anymore what it is or how it was done. Only that Monsters used to have one. Most believed myth is that it is the term used for the one that is fated for you. The other half of your SOUL." Then Nightmare's eyes lit up. "Are you telling me that you know how and why the term came to be?"

This was huge for the history community if this was the case. Something that made Nightmare want to jump and hold onto Erratum until he spills the answers he desperately wants. It doesn't matter how Erratum knows this, for all he knew Erratum's family kept the information from back then as some Monsters have done in the past as well with different matters in Monster history.

Good thing for him, Erratum would tell them without a leach attached to him. In fact, Erratum looked down right insulted that they didn't know about SoulMates. If a isolated Monster knew what it was, and could only learn from watching others from portals, what does that mean for others? He felt insulted on their behalf that they were missing something that was so important last he checked - in his Multiverse at least.

"iF anYoNE haD HAlf a SOUL tHEY woULd BE deaD or coULdn't FunCtIOn RiGHT And FaTE doESn't cARE foR loVE UNleSS iT gETs iN thEiR wAY." Erratum scoffed, knowing that Fate wouldn't let him get into a romantic relationship as it would get in the way of his job but others could because they weren't him, before sighing once he saw all the pleading looks directed up at him. "SOUl mATEs aRE ThE mONsTEr vERsiON oF hUMan MArRIEd cOUPLe, BUt aLSo DifFereNT." Erratum started to explain, not noticing that everyone was hanging off his words. "FiRst, tO AsK FOR sOMEOne tO bE SoUL maTes WITH yOU, yOU oFFeR yOUR soUL TO THEm. tHAt syMbolizES tHAT tHEy hOLd yOUR SOUl in ThEIr hANDs, THey HOld EvEryTHiNG thAT iS YOUrs Such AS WhaT makEs yOU AnD yoUR lIFE, tHAT thEY aRE yoUR soUL noW bEcAUSE YOU aRE gIVing yOURs UP tO THEm."

"How romantic~" Most of the girls swooned out loud while some of the boys had raised brows. Ink was edging away from a frantic writing Nightmare, who was now writing on a bunch of napkins. Error was fully paying attention to Erratum, flushing at the thought of someone doing such a thing to him.

Alphys softly spoke up with a question before Erratum could go on. "B-But what if they reject the offer?"

"tHAT'S whERE tHINgs cAN gET TRiCKY, bEcAuSE THeY caN DO anYThinG TO yOUr sOUL iF tHAT iS THE caSE." Erratum admitted, making more then one face pale at the implications. "TheY caN DO anYThiNG, tO juST GIvINg iT baCK WiTH a "nO" - WhICh iS tHE pRopER thINg tO DO - TO ShatTERinG yOUr sOUL. hElL tHEy coULd sAY nO and DEciDE tO juST kEEp thE soUL tHUS maKIng thE othER ThEiR slAvE ESSEnTiALLy." The scar ridden skeleton shrugged at all the horrified faces. "yOU gAVE uP yOUR sOUL tO tHEM. kEy woRD; GAvE. mEanINg iT IS tHEiRs NOw anD tHEY caN do WhatEvER tHE hEll THEY WanT wiTH iT. nOT oNLy LOVe BUt a WHolE loT of TRust MUst BE giVEn WHen YOU asK to BE soULMaTEs FoR yOU Are GIviNG UP yOU soUL tO tHEm, RejEctiOn bEInG a POSsiBilITY tO ANy offER. tHAT's thE mAiN REaSON WHy sOME MONsTERs WEnT wiTH THE humAN ROuT oF maRRiaGE WaS BEcaUSE THEy diDn't WanT tO RiSK THEiR sOULs. noT enoUGh tRUsT bUt enOUgH loVE."

While most were digesting that information, and Nightmare looking like he was in heaven, Error cleared his throat, a light blush on his face making PJ silently snort at the look his Father was sporting on his face. "A-And if they agree?" Error asked softy, glancing to the side when Ink wrapped a arm around his shoulder. "What happens then?"

"ThE moST TRaDiTiONal WaY tO aGrEE iS FoR thE ONe asKED iS tO tAke oUT THEiR oWn SOul anD oFFER iT tHE THE aSKEr, GiVinG tHEIR oWN sOUl AwaY tO shoW thEY fEEL tHE sAME." Erratum explained factually. He still couldn't believe that no one knew this. Every AU had their own culture of course as everyone was slightly if not hugely different from the last. But most differences were on courting, how one goes about dating, how family is treated, how you treat others, and what is celebrated and hated. Most of the big things, like asking for another to be your SoulMate and the act of SoulMating, stays the same no matter what. It's in the foundation of the Codes usually. Now how you treat your SoulMate is usually different in every AU, as some are more intoned with their instincts or how certain Monsters are treated are different in every AU.

"AfTER TakINg tHE oFFeREd SOUl iF aGrEEd, bOTh SiDEs cUP THEiR hAnDs ToGEThER LIke THIS." Erratum paused, glancing around before deciding to go for it. Taking a step forward, he help out his hands to Nightmare, making the skeleton freeze in the middle of writing. The shorter skeleton slowly put down the napkins and pen, offering his hands with slight hesitation. Making Erratum feel so thankful for a moment, he in no way in hell wanted to even do the motions of accepting a SoulMate with another version of Ink thank you very much. Heck, he didn't even want to be near Ink right now, so Error was a no go too as he was under Ink's arm at the moment. How another version of him could trust the painting skeleton let alone be friends with him, Erratum will never know. The Multiverse must be much more different then he thought for that to happen. He would have asked one of the kids, but he was worried if he did that then the other teens would want to try the motions too. Like when he picks up Void, Null wants to be picked up too.

To show the students the proper way, Erratum took off his gloves. Scarred and chipped hands that were dark and tipped with red and yellow came into sight. Tucking the leather gloves into his pockets, Erratum went on to explain not really noticing how all the students around them and the two other teachers were hyper focused on the explanation. It was like they were about to see something lost to history right in front of their eyes. And in a way, that was correct.

But more then one students locked onto Erratum's hands and made mental notes about how beaten they looked. More evidence that drove their point home.

Meanwhile, Swift was ginning as he took picture after picture. 'A new Ship~'

"iT iS pRopER TO noT wEaR anYTHiNG oN yOUR hANDs, LIKe glOVEs bUt RinGS aRE okAY uSuaLLY. ThAT SyMbolIZes THAt yOU aRE taKINg EvERyTHInG iN hANd, THAT yOU havE no hIDDen MOtivES. If yOU havE gloVEs ON iT mEaNS thAT yoU aRE noT pURE iN yOUR INTenTIONs, THAT yOU ARE hiDdiNg SomEthINg. oF couRsE tHERe ARE sOmE excEPtions WiTH thIS, lIKE iF tHE oTHEr cAN noT touCh anYThiNG - SKiN tO skIN, OR bONE to BonE iN tHIS caSE - wiThoUt caUSinG hARM oF sOME kIND, IN tHIS caSE THE soUL." Erratum explained before turning to Nightmare, who gulped and face slowly turning purple with the intense look he was receiving from Erratum. Nightmare's SOUL started pulsing faster for reasons unknown to him, he never noticed how Erratum's fingers twitched before he lifted them up.

Nightmare stopped breathing for a moment when Erratum gently took his hands into his. Lightly but firmly cupping them together as his hands slowly slide under his. Erratum's larger hands under his as they were formed into a cup, like how one would make their hand as if they were getting water from a lake. After that, Erratum moved their joined hands up slightly so that it was slightly above Nightmare's chest level while Erratum took a step closer as he started to talk.

"juST piCtURE oUr SOULS oUT, i'M nOT BRInGinG OUt mY SOUL FoR a ExplAnatiON AnD DEMonsTration. nOW piCTURe mY SOUL In HIs hNADs anD hIS iN mINE. WHEn i SliD mY hAnDS unDER hIS, HIs SOUL iS noW iN oUR cuPPEd HANDs WITH mY oWN SOUL." Erratum told the group of students before he looked down at Nightmare, who was just blankly looking at their joined hands. "ThE pRopER WaY aFTEr THAT iS tO lEt YOU SOULS DanCE iN yoUR hANDs aS YOu boTH looK To THEm AnD hOW tHE coLORs mASH, bUt THE SOULS aRE noT tO tOUCh bEsidES maYBE a FEw BRushES. EnoUGH tO fEEl WHaT tHE oTHEr iS fEELiNG AND sEND OUt A Few MEssaGEs. LIkE "i LOVe YOU"." Erratum gave a example, making a lot of students coo and Nightmare jolt a bit and stare up at Erratum in shock before he looked away looking a bit purple. "WhILE THiS goES ON, boTH pEOpLE SloWLY TaKE sTEps TO ONE anoThER UNtIL onlY THE hAnds bEtWEEn tHEm SepARaTe tHEm." Erratum backed away a little from Nightmare, before he took a step forward and motioning with his head for Nightmare to do the same.

Nightmare gulped, his SOUL going crazy as he slowly stepped in time with Erratum. For a moment, this was all real. With flushed cheeks, he couldn't look away from Erratum even if he wanted to. It hit him then that Erratum was a few inches taller then he was, with him only coming up to his eye sockets. Soon only their cupped hands were separating them as they stared at one another, Nightmare took in a deep breath as Erratum's aura washed over him, making him feel safe like no other could. Something in him whispered out that this was right, for him to not let go. It roared him not to fail, not like-Nightmare jolted when Erratum shifted. It was only when Erratum looked to the students that Nightmare remembered where he was. Glancing off to the side, Nightmare tried to hide his embarrassment. The whispering gone, the words lost.

"WhEN tHAT IS DOnE, iT iS THEn sEalED WiTh a kISS." Erratum explained over the cooing group and a snickering Error. Ink himself with the others cooing as he looked to Nightmare's rare and frankly adorable embarrassed face. "AFtER THE kISS yOU THEn pUT eAch oTHErs SOUL bAcK inTO tHEiR ChEst BY pUShiNG iT bAcK. tHE kISS iS tHE sEAL aND lEtTinG tHE oTHEr pUT yoUR SOUL bAcK SymboliZeS tHEY WiLL lEt yOU havE yoUR FrEE wILl, mEanINg thEY WILL loVe YOU no matTER WhaT yOU Do. ThIS iS beCaUSE whILE tHEY agREED THEY sTILL hAVe yOUR SOUL iN tHEIR hOLD bEfoRE tHIS. THEy coULD havE aGrEEd anD kEPT tHE SOUL For THEmsELvES."

With that out of the way, Erratum let go of Nightmare's hands. Nightmare jolted, coming back to the present when that happened. flinching back in surprise once Erratum lightly touched his chest were his SOUL is, like he was putting it back. Glancing up, Nightmare gulped at Erratum's stare before gently placing his hand on Erratum's chest as well. Nightmare could feel his SOUL growing warmer, pounding as he stared up into Erratum's intense and focused eyes. It was like the taller teacher could look into his SOUL, seeing past everything and being able to know everything there is. It was only when Erratum put down his hand that Nightmare remembered where he was.

Looking to the students, Nightmare put on a stern face while he backed away from Erratum after snatching his hand off Erratum when he realized he hadn't taken it off yet. Hiding his flushed cheeks when he saw Erratum blink down at him in confusion, Nightmare ignored his pounding SOUL as he hesitantly stepped back from the glitching skeleton. Quickly taking the napkins back in his hold, he got back to writing everything Erratum was saying, wanting to know every detail. He ignored Error's snickering and Ink's cooing.

"SecOND tHINg afTER THaT IS tElLINg tHE fAMIlY iF yOU hAVE anY. bAcK iN THe DAy, iT shoWEd thAT tHE couRTinG waS SuccESsFuL And bROuGHt bOTh FamILiEs ToGETHER. AnD DEpEnDInG oN THE TYpE oF MONSTER a cElEbRaTiON WaS HEld. EvERy MONsTER tyPE wAS diFFEREnt, SoME EvEN havING tHEir OWN languaGE." Erratum went on, ignoring the teachers as he paid attention to the students. "tHE tHIRd pART iS tHE maRRiaGE pARt, thE WedDING, yOU BEcOME sOULmATEs THEn And DURinG tHAT."

"What's that like? What happens at the wedding and SoulMating?" Fresh couldn't help but ask, cheeks lightly flushed at how romantic this all sounded. PJ glanced down a the smaller skeleton before quickly glancing back to Erratum to hear the answer.

"THe WEdDINg IS muCh LIKE A hUMan oNE wiTh a Few DiffERencES iN thE voWS ANd makINg suRE noT tO DO it WItH maGic juST in CaSE, rINGs cAN bE uSEd, bUT nOt nEEdED. OncE YOU saY tHE voWS, yOU gO tO a DiFFeREnT ROOm tO DO tHE bONDinG oF SOULS. EacH PERsON taKEs anoTHEr wiTh THEm - USuaLLy tHE bEst MOnsTER oR famILy MEMebER - tO bE thEIR WitnEss tO tHE bonDIng alONg WiTH tHE pRiEst WHo WilL bE thERE tO makEs sURenoTHing GoEs WRong." Erratum lightly explained while he glanced to the clock, making sure that there was still time for the students to eat. "boTH kNEEl DoWN aND takE oUT tHEIR SOULS, thIS iS juST a SaFEtY pRoCEduRE iN caSE OnE fAlLS DuRinG thE SOULmaTInG. SloWLy tHE SOULS StaRT tO toUCh, makiNG yoU FeEL whaT thE oTHER IS FeELinG. THEY cOME closER toGETHER, makING yOU HEaR THE oTHEr's THoUGHTS. EvEN closER, ForciNG yOU tO FEEl tHEIR wanTS anD wiSHEs. FinaLLy, THE tWo SOULS bEcoME ONE." Erratum brought his hands together as if to show them what it was like, most of the students looked breathless at this as did the teachers. "WHEn thE SOULS aRE oNE, yOU sEE thE oTHEr's PASt. EItHER thE moST impoRtaNT paRTs oR alL OF iT. THiS iS sO YOU unDersTAnD onE anoTHER beTTER, sEE thEIR acTIONS anD choICEs, WhaT MAdE tHEM WHo tHEY aRE toDAY. In tHOSe FEw MOMNets THAt caN fEEl lIKE yEaRS tO THE tWO, yOU aRE ONe. NOt tWO pEOplE bonDINg, buT oNE pERsoN." Erratum then put his hands down after pulling them apart. "WHEn tHE tWO SOULS SplIT bACk apART, tHEY lEavE a IMPRINT on ThE oTHEr SOUL. thIS makES oNE anoTHER loW-kEY FeEL thE oTHER's EMpTioNS, SOMEtIMEs hEaR thE oTHER's tHouGHTS ANd oTHER thINGs as WELL. DepENdinG on hOW dEEP thE boND is hoW IT shapEs EvERyTHiNG. tE mORE poWERfuL thE boND, thE moRE hypER aWArE yOU aRE to YOUr sOULmaTE And WhaT coMEs WIth THE boND."

Here, Erratum's face turned grim, making a the people listening to him jolt at the sudden turn. "DivORcinG CaN hapPEN, buT bReakINg tHE bOnD is DanGERouS. It CaN ScAR yOUR SOUL FrOM THE PAin aND EvEN kILL oNE oF tHE BonDED. IF ONE Tries THIs, tHE oTHEr caN FeEL THEIR REaSONs anD fEELinGs WiTH tHE paIN. FrOM aLL oF thIS, tHEY caN diE FRom a BrOKEn SOUL oR Go inSanE. iF BOTH siDEs liVE FOR whaTEVER REaSON, THEY caN do The bONdinG agaIN. OF couRSE iF yoU braKE tHE bONd oNCE MORE, ThERE is a VerY hIGH chNACE nO iS comING oUT alIvE oR in THEiR riGHt mIND." Erratum looked to the students seriously. "SOULmatINg iS a vERy sERiouS CommitMENt, RemEbER tHAT iF noTHinG elSE." Erratum glanced back to the clock on the wall. "nOW gO EaT, YOu ONly hAVE FiFtEEN miNutES lEfT."

All the students jolted, hurrying off while whispering to each other. It was safe to say that this new information was going to be the talk of the school.

"Wow Erratum, where did you learn all that?" Ink asked in awe, making sure not to touch the almost feral looking Nightmare who was still writing and going over everything he wrote, as he lightly dragged a dazed Error behind him. "No one's known what SoulMates were for years!"

"I wAS alWAYs cOLSEd oFF fRom THe WorlD, i nEvER knEW iT wEnt oUT oF stYlE. iT waS noRmal To ME tO knoW, i jUSt thOUGht EVeryoNE knEW tOO." Erratum shrugged, going with half truths. Besides, it wasn't a lie. Trapped in the Anti-VOID all he could do was watch and destroy. So he knows many things about different cultures if nothing else. In some ways, culture was the only way he could feel connected to other Monsters, because what else did he have? Erratum was a forced God of Destruction cut off from others for their safety because if he was coming that meant that the AU was going to go bye-bye in a few short moments. With all the different cultures, Erratum learned them to feel like he was apart of something bigger, something more with another group even if they didn't know and hated him. It made him feel less lonely as he shared the information with the Charas, teaching them as well as he learned.

"Erratum." Erratum flinched back harshly when suddenly Nightmare was in front of him, a ton of napkins in his hands and a slightly crazed look in his eyes as he sounded like he ran a mile. For reasons unknown to Erratum, Nightmare's face was flushed a purple color. "Erratum.....You must come and teach a class on this! Please, I am begging you to tell me more! Maybe on courting was like for Monsters back then as well?! Or you could do a lecture on the whole thing! I know some others that would kill for this information-"

Ink chuckled at the sight in front of him; A very weirded out Erratum slowly backing away from a hero-worshiping Nightmare who looked ready to drop to his knees and beg for Erratum to tell him more about the past and what it holds. Poor Erratum had awaken Nightmare's inner history geek, a part of him that wants to know all the history and share it with the world. Erratum probably made it worse with using Nightmare in the demonstration as well, making Nightmare feel like he was apart of history right there. With Erratum holding pieces of history long thought lost, Nightmare was going to pretty much do anything for Erratum to share it with him and the students at the least.

Ink snorted when Erratum looked ready to start running while Nightmare looked more and more ready to just jump the poor skeleton. Turning his head to look down at Error, who was also watching the scene in front of him with a perplexing frown, Ink smiled. "Why don't we go to the other side to check on the kids there?"

Error blinked before looking up with a shy smile and nodding. Ink grinned as he and Error walked close to each other as they kept a eye on the kids.

Glancing back, Error lifted a hand to his chest as his SOUL stopped feeling like there was weight on it the further away he got from Erratum. Looking away from the freaked out skeleton that was now fighting off a frantic Nightmare - who still looked so prim and proper about it too much to Error's astonishment, even with his flustered face. - Error glanced down at his free hand that was by Ink's. Both hands so different from Erratum's. While Error's might look like Erratum's, the taller skeleton's hands told a story of hardship unlike any he has seen. It made him wonder just what the other skeleton's past was like. And with Erratum looking so much like him.....

Shaking off those thoughts and pushing the questions aside, Error turned his attention to his boyfriend as he tried to calm his flustered state. He wanted answers so badly but had no way to get them or even if there are answers. "How's your classes so far Ink?"

Ink tilted his head to look down at his adorable boyfriend. "Great! You should have seen my second period though! I had-"

Error let Ink's words wash over him, trying to keep his mind off the new teacher that made him question too much. Erratum was a walking contradiction, a mystery, that Error really wanted to solve and get to know. Erratum was unlike any Monster he has seen. Error has learned something at least about Erratum today, two things in fact. One, Erratum's scars go further then his skull as he had many on his hands. Two, Erratum was closed off from the world at large and knows lost history. Technically three things, but one most likely comes from the other.

But that still didn't answer why Error feels so safe with him or why he looks so much like Error.

-A Half-Hour Later, Sewing Classroom-

"i FinALLy gOt AWaY...." Erratum muttered lowly to himself, slummed face first into his desk in his empty classroom. "SEEmS THiS niGHtmaRE shaRES tHE samE PERsiStEnCe aS tHE tHE oTHER ONE....i ReaLLy THoUGHt hE waS GOIng To chAIN mE uP UNtI hE goT aLL THE inFOrmaTION hE WanTED."

The only reason Erratum got away, without resorting to using any tricks or violence, was that Nightmare had classes to teach. As soon as he was gone, Erratum booked it to his class for some peace and quiet. Erratum surpassed a shiver, just thinking of Nightmare's face, telling Erratum that they were not done, once he had to leave to teach.

It reminded him of the other Nightmare trying to get him to join in his gang even after Erratum said no too many times to count. So different yet the same, it messed with his mind a bit. Luckily this Nightmare of a teacher looked different to the Nightmare that haunted many Monsters actual nightmares. Less chance of Erratum mixing them up in the end.

Still doesn't change the fact that Erratum now has to deal with a different kind of Nightmare hunting him down, seems Erratum can never escape this no matter what Multiverse he was in. He can hear the Nightmare King laughing at his misery.

With a sigh, Erratum slowly sat up in his chair, gloved hands tapping the desk. He pushed thoughts of Nightmare hunting him down for cultural information later, right now he had more important matters to think on.

Like the fact that Error's SOUL is aware of him. Erratum's SOUL was hyper aware of Error's.

Erratum could feel Error's SOUL pulsing better then other SOULS around him, that was not normal for a unbonded pair of any kind. The only reason he could feel SOULS at all at such a low-key level was because of who and what he was and because of how much less magic Monsters hold in this Multiverse. But even then he needed to be near the Monsters in question to feel their SOUL even a little bit. Others need a bond to feel another's SOUL unless they are using high levels of magic or you are in a FIGHT. For example, Erratum could low key feel his sons's as a bond was just now forming, he could feel the parent-child bonds forming. With more time and affection, the bond will grow stronger and Erratum will be more hyper aware, more so because of who and what he is. Not all bonds need SOULS to touch after all, some come with effort, time, emotions, and honesty.

Luckily, Erratum has his SOUL on lock and key. That way Error couldn't really feel his SOUL like Erratum could feel Error's. His magic is like a shield around his SOUL, making sure that none could feel it or even CHECK it if they wanted to. If Erratum did let that happen, they would only see or feel what Erratum would let them. It was why none of the other Monsters in the Original Multiverse could CHECK his states, Erratum wouldn't let them in fear that they would use any information against him. Now if Erratum was in a weakened state, physical or mental, then his magic would get wonky and anyone could CHECK him.

In any case, Error's SOUL was hyper sensitive to him thus making Error himself sensitive as well to Erratum's presence. Erratum could feel where Error was in the building without concentration because of his stronger magic where Error would only feel him if he was in a close by area. This could become a problem for Erratum in the long run. What if he used magic in the area where Error is or goes to? This has never happened before so Erratum had no clue what could happen. All Sanses are counterparts, even if their SOULS are different because they have all lead different lives, and none of their SOULS do this.

So why is Error's SOUL pulsing, calling out to his in a way? SOULS normally pulse like hearts do, sending magic to the body where it is needed like blood and around them to act as a layer of protection, but when Error's SOUL pulses around Erratum, magic is sent further out. Very low level magic, making it invisible to the naked eye and not felt by anyone, but Erratum wasn't a normal Monster. The magic was almost like a bat sending out noise to hear, it bounced off Erratum making Error aware of him more then it should. If Erratum would undo his shields around his SOUL, Error might very well feel something off Erratum and his SOUL. Error could already feel his magic that came off his aura, which none of the others can.

This could be a big problem because most of this is just theories mixing in with facts that Erratum knows based off his time as a destroyer when he studied and watched other AU's.

Erratum could already feel so many people and Monsters SOULS and presences just by being near them with some concentration, but with Error it was even stronger. Worrying, but Erratum could live with this in the long run. What he couldn't live with is that if Error starts noticing something off about him and going to someone about it, like say the cops or government about it, then Erratum would have to go on the run with his kids. That or go to a different country and ask for sanctuary, but that could also come with issues too.

Erratum needed to get the bottom of this, find a way to make it stop. He was going to need to risk a lot to see if any of his theories as to why this is happening were true, and if not then find out what the hell was going on. To get any of this done, Erratum was going to have to risk himself. He needed to know just what was going on and how to stop it.

Meaning Erratum was going to have to spend time with Error and conduct experiments without the other skeleton noticing what was going on.

But it should be fine, he used to destroy Universes for a forced job - a forced way of life really - and fought for his life daily against others. Erratum was used to danger and pain, he should be fine.

Maybe....Probably. Iffy really. 'Stars was he going to fuck this up in every way imaginable.'

Erratum nearly flipped over his desk when someone knocked on the door.

Turning to the door, Erratum sighed before answering, praying that it wasn't Nightmare coming to hunt him down. "YeS? COmE iN."

Erratum nearly went slack once Killer walked in and not Nightmare. A Killer!Sans he could work with. In fact, Killer reminded Erratum of Slayer - his little genocidal Sans. And Erratum wasn't above saying that he favored Nightmare's little gang, including Slayer. It just made Erratum all the more protective of them, as they were his.

"hElLO KiLLER." Erratum gave a smile, mentioning for the student to come up to the desk. "WhAT DO yOU nEEd? iSN't iT YOUr lUNcH TimE?" Erratum asked once he noticed Killer carrying his lunch and had his messenger bag on him.

Killer shifted in front of the desk as the teacher looked at him. He lightly flushed and coughed. "Y-You said that we could come to you for anything right?"

Straightening up with a serious frown on his face, Erratum nodded in agreement. "yES."

"W-We'll...I don't really have any friends and some kids try to mess with me during lunch." Killer muttered making Erratum frowned, wondering how he can get the names out of the teen and hunt them down if needed, when Killer went on. "S-So...I was wondering if I could eat lunch here?" Killer suddenly looked very nervous, waving his free hand. "If not then I could as Mr. Nightmare-"

"iT's FINE." Erratum waved off the teen's concern, making said teen slump with relief. "If yOU evER nEED a PLAcE tO RUN tO, YOU caN COME hERe. If i AM noT hERE, tHEN yoU caN fiND mE aND i WILL mAKe anoTHEr plAcE foR yOU oR coME bacK So yOU caN eaT."

with a shy smile and flushed face, Killer sat down in one of the front seats that was the closes to the desk and started to eat his lunch. Erratum opened a compartment in his desk and pulled out a pair of knitting needles and some pastel pink yarn. The dark skeleton once read that pink had a calming effect on others, so might as well try it out.

Kill gulped down some of his sandwich, glancing up to his now knitting teacher. Word had hit him from his fellow students in homeroom about their suspicions on Mr. Erratum. It worried him but he would try his hardest for such a loving teacher. One who told him that he could look for him and he would try his hardest to give him a safe place. Something no one else has ever done. But how to get information naturally? Without suspicion?

"M-Mr. Erratum?" Erratum glanced up to the nervous student, hands never stopping their knitting. "W-What are your parents like?"

Erratum leaned back, still knitting, and tried to think on what he could say without giving himself away. To tell the truth yet not the full truth Thinking back on all the Gasters in his Multiverse, most were not the best Fathers. Maybe good to his kingdom, but not to his children. Sure, some Gasters were down right nice and the best Fathers/brothers/lovers, but for every good Gaster there were a hundred or hundreds of bad Gasters. So statically speaking....

"i oNLy hAD a FatHER i tHinK, NEvER SAw a MOTHEr bEfoRE wiTh HIm." Erratum started to say, looking for the right words and trying not to out right lie to the teen. Killer sat up and listened closely. "mY MemORies oF My FatHER aRE FuZY. BuT lOOkinG bAcK oN iT, THat coULD bE bEacuSE oF aLL THE hEad WOuNDS, EmoTiONal DistrESS, bLOCkING iT OUt Of mY MINd, anD FroM aLL thE pAIN noW tHAT i'M thInKINg aBoUT iT." Erratum muttered to himself the last part as he thought back to how he started in the Anti-VOID and after, not really noticing or caring if Killer heard that part. Erratum shook his head and looked back to Killer. Deciding to base his 'father' like the more common Gaster, as statistically speaking that is how his was most likely like. "i DON't RemEmbER mUCh abOUT hIM, buT i'M pReTtY SuRE hE waSN't a GoOD FathER. a GooD MOnsTER whO DOEs hiS bEst fOR thE coMmuniTY mAybE, buT noT a GOOd FaTHEr. i tHiNk a lOT oF pEOpLE likED hIM aND NEvER noTicED he WAs a bAD paRENT, iGnoRanCe iS bLiSS." There, statistically speaking this was all the truth. And with adding a 'I think's and 'Maybe's in there, he is not stating this as all fact. So no lie is in there. Nice and vague. Then Erratum got curious, just how different was Killer from his little Slayer? "WhAT abOUt YOu?"

'Emotional distress? Pain? Head wounds?!' Killer's sandwich had long ago fell from his hands and back into his lunchbox, his hands still in the air as if holding the now fallen sandwich. The scars on Mr. Erratum's skull having a whole new meaning and story to them, one that made Killer shiver because he knew it had to take some force to leave behind permanent scars of that level on the adult. Never mind the fact that his teacher's words on his own Father leaved much to be desired but also painted a grim picture. 'Wasn't a good Father', 'A good Monster who did his best for the community' and 'A lot of people liked him and never noticed he was a bad parent, ignorance is bliss' told Killer a lot, he wasn't a idiot.

'Wasn't a good Father' could translate into a lot. It could mean the glitching teacher's Father abused him, ignored him, neglected him, abandoned him, or lot others do the abuse for him. All of them holding abuse of some kind. 'A good Monster who did his best for the community' and 'A lot of people liked him and never noticed he was a bad parent, ignorance is bliss' go hand in hand. Maybe the other's Father did his best and was well loved and received, needed in the community. Those in high positions and/or power can get away with a lot after all because they have the power and are seen as needed. Killer can remember in past history classes hearing about those sort of things, where someone high up in the social ladder doing bad things and everyone turning a blind eye because of the other's power, wealth, connections, and/or it was for the 'greater good' because they were needed.

All in all, this wasn't a pretty picture and just gave more evidence to the student's theory that Mr. Erratum is being abused or has been. And if Killer can see this, if other students have, then why hasn't someone else? Like the teachers or just people on the streets? How and why has it be going on for so long if this is the case?

Killer gulped, focusing on the sewing teacher who was knitting something with light pink yarn who was staring back at him. It took a moment, but the teacher's question finally hit him and he flushed once he realized he had been staring at the teacher without answering him.

"M-My parents are never home really, they travel a lot for work." Killer muttered, glancing away and playing with his food. "My health isn't the best too, so they have to work to pay for all the bills....But on the upside I get the whole house to myself!" Killer have a brittle grin, missing the dark look that his teacher was sporting at this new information.

Erratum wanted to hit something, or someone really, for doing this to a child. He understood working a lot and being away, he had the issue too with the Charas, but they could have set something up to make sure that he was okay. Erratum had gotten the older Charas to watch out for the younger ones, he had put a system in place for comfort and as a fall back system because he couldn't always be there for them. Just as well too, because now he can never be there for them. It all worked out then on his end, but Killer? His own parents have left him with no one to watch him? It didn't make sense. Even he made sure that Granny G could watch Null and Void before leaving.

Something don't change it seems no matter the Multiverse. His little Slayer had been ILL and had quite the EFFECT on his SOUL before he convinced Original Nightmare to let him feel once more, getting ride of the EFFECT and slowly the ILL. But in this case, it is different because no one if forcing Killer to get rid of all of his emotions like Original Nightmare did...Right?

"hAVe yOUr pArENTs EvEr TolD yoU stoRiES?" Erratum questioned the teen, when the teen shook his head in negative Erratum went on. "WeLl, hOW abOUt yOU gET eaTiNG," Erratum started, putting away his knitting supplies and then crossed his arms on his desk. He could remember one time calming Slayer, the first time they actually met and talked. "AnD i cOULd tElL yOU a fEW stORIEs bEfoRE YOu hAVe tO gET tO yOUR nEXt ClAss. abOUt WoRlDS lONg lOst TO TimE anD DestRucTION AnD thE mONStERS tHAT lIVEd iN tHEM."

"S-Stories?" Killer stilled before he slowly picked up his slightly messy sandwich back up. His parents never had the time to read or tell him stories growing up, they were too busy to.

"yEaH KID." Killer took in a sharp breath at the soft look and smirk directed at him, fondness and something else in Mr. Erratum's eyes when the teacher lightly touched the blue tear marks on his cheeks. "mOnstERs lIKE uS havE tO stiCK TogETHEr. WHO elSE wILL iF noT uS?" Mr. Erratum's smirk grew into a smile, eyes shinning. "bEsiDES, EvERY kID shOUld haVe at leasT ONE stoRY toLD tO tHEM BY soMEOnE iF nOT tHE paRENT. i WisHEd For ONe In anY caSE."

"C-Could you..." Killer eye sockets watered a bit, a memory hitting him.

"Mommy? Daddy? Can you walk me to school? It's my first day! Please-"

"I'm too busy to do that. Your a big boy now, you can walk on your own now."

"I have to pack, I'm leaving in a few hours. I'll see you in a few weeks. I'm too busy for you right now."

Looking at the teacher, Killer's mouth moved on it's own accord, words coming out without a filter. "Could you walk me to my next class when lunch is over?" Killer screwed his eyes shut, waiting to hear the denial.

"SuRE."

Killer's eyes shot open, wide in disbelief as he looked at a nonchalant Mr. Erratum. "Y-You mean it?" Killer whispered out in wonder. "Your not too busy for me?"

Mr. Erratum shrugged. "i DOn'T hAVe clASS tIlL afTEr lUncH EndS, aLL LUnCHeS, ANd THis iS juST tHE sEcoND lUNcH tIMe. BEsiDES," Mr. Erratum grinned with a chuckle. "EvEn iF i hAd clASS nExT, I stIlL WouLD haVE WalkEd yOU iF yOU askED foR iT. iT's NOt LIke iT's FaR, AnD EvEn iF iT wAS i'M fASt ENoUGH tO mAKE iT bAcK To CLaSS in TImE." The tall skeleton leaned back in his chair a bit, eyes never leaving the student. "i AM nEvER tOO bUSy foR yOU, YOu aRE mY stUDEnt aFTER aLL. WhILE i mAY bE bUSy aT tIMes, I wiLL nEvER bE toO buSY noW. iT juST MEaNS i hAVe tO mAKe tIME laTER foR yOU, a pRomiSE tO Do iT tHen iF i caN't DO iT nOW." The teacher swore with a stern face, making Killer's face heat up.

It was something Killer only dreamed of, his parents walking him to school. Any adult really after Killer found out that his parents will never have the time for him. And while it's not the same, Mr. Erratum is making his dream a reality with agreeing to walking him to his next class. No one has ever told him that they would make time for him, that they are not too busy for him. This was the first time anyone told him that they would make time for him later or anytime it was needed. It made him feel good, lighter and warmer.

Killer's SOUL pulsed harder, watching Mr. Erratum smile at him as he took a bit of his sandwich. "T-Tha-ank y-you...." Killer softly muttered into his sandwich, face flushed and eye sockets half lidded as he tried to look anywhere but at the teacher.

With that, the teacher let the student eat as he weaved stories and myths to life. Worlds that had been lost to time, forgotten or abandoned by their creator, or destroyed by the Balance that was needed in life. All different yet the same, different sight and sounds, smells taking over and other worldly cultures that seemed so abstract at times. The teacher told of a King Of Negativity called Mare that fought with his brother the King Of Positivity called Daydream, told him of the fighting for the very worlds that made up a whole Multiverse. How Mare gathered some to his side to fight for and with him, all from different Universes and Worlds. Each showing that not all Worlds are light, that some are darker and bloody. But that doesn't make it bad, just different and apart of the Balance.

The teacher told him of the Creator of Universes called simply the Creator that had long lost the ability to keep the Balance, of how out of control they were in creating. So much so that the very Balance hanged by a thread as Universe were soon to touch one another.

Then the teacher whisper of a Destroyer of Universes that was formed for the very purpose of being the other side of the Balance. Where Creation is there must be Destruction after all. Someone has to be on the other side, someone has to play the bad guy but that doesn't mean that they are bad, just doing their job forced upon them.

Killer was lost in awe at the picture that Mr. Erratum was making. His SOUL was pounding at the very images going around in his skull as he teacher told him of things that he could never have thought of. Important stories that held meanings in them. Of Balance and equality, and what happens when it was not there and ignored.

Erratum meanwhile was remembering better times as he told Killer the story of his Multiverse. It was like the time he had sat Slayer in his lap and done the same thing. And while Slayer may be gone to him now, Erratum could honor that little moment with this. Then when he finally gets home, he can tell his kids more of the same story. What he is telling Killer right now is the very shorter version, but every night he tells his own kids a bit of the true and very much longer version of his life as a bed time and afternoon story.

It helped getting it off his SOUL, even if he has to watch what he says. Don't want to scar any kids for life with the more gory details.

When the bell finally rang to show that the second lunch was over, Killer jolted then slumped with disappointment. He was really getting into the stories that Mr. Erratum has been telling. He especially liked the few about a skeleton Monster called Slayer who killed off his emotions, have the emotions be forced away by King Mare only for the Destroyer to convince him to stop. Mr. Erratum even told a few silly stories about the Slayer character, like when Slayer pranked Daydream and the Creator with some others and it lead to a wild goose chase around the Multiverse that got sillier and sillier as the chase went on. From throwing fruit, tripping over other Monsters and people as they ran and causing mass chaos to being chased by the police as they - both sides - stole a car for shits and giggles in the middle of the Multiverse Chase, just because they could.

The other side - the ones that got pranked - did it because they wanted to fit in with the Multiverse - even though everyone knew that they did not fit in as they were shooting magical attacks and everyone knew who the two were - and had no common sense in them in that moment, forgetting that they didn't need a car to get to the runaways even if they were driving a car at max speeds because of their anger and frustration.

Killer thought that Slayer sounded like one awesome character and wanted to be as bold as him one day, just without stealing a car or anything illegal.

"So WHaT ClASs DO yOU hAVE NeXt?" Erratum asked once Killer was packed up. Both got up and went out side the classroom, students filling the hallways as Erratum locked up the classroom. "WhAT fLoOR is IT oN? DO yOU hAVe eVErYThiNg YOU NEEd? We cAN sTOP at YoUr lOCkER iF yOU nEEd tO GET somEthING."

"N-No, I have everything Mr. Erratum." Killer flushed lightly when he saw some others paying attention to him and Mr. Erratum, he could even see Mr. Ink smiling behind his hand at them. Yet for some reason, Killer could care less about all that. It warmed him that someone was caring for him. "I have Instrumental Music with Mr. CottonCandy, it's on the first floor in the music section that is in the west building. W-We have to leave the building as this is the north building, so if you don't want to walk me-" Killer started to ramble nervously only to stop once the taller skeleton lightly put his hand on top of his skull. Killer flushed deeper as the teacher gently rubbed the top of his head like a child, the flush only got worse because he realized how much shorter he was to Mr. Erratum. He only went to Mr. Erratum's stomach, making him feel even more childish.

It didn't help that he could see some students watching and laughing, Mr. Ink cooing at them from behind Mr. Erratum. But that didn't matter in the end, only that Mr. Erratum cared enough to do so.

"DOn'T woRRY abOUt THAT KIlLER. i SaID i wOUld WaLK yOU THErE aND i WILL." Mr. Erratum smiled down at him and only took his hand off when he nodded to show he understood. "NoW, WE bEtTER sTaRT WaLKInG iF yOU WanT TO BE oN tIme. If YOUr lAtE, I'LL coVER foR yOU." The teacher smirked as if sharing a secret with him, making him chuckle and nod. "gOOd, lETs gET gOINg."

With that, both started walking to the stairs so that they could get to the first floor and go to the west building.

"Hey, Mr. Erratum?" Killer suddenly questioned, making Erratum hum to show that he was listening as they walked, dodging students and staff alike. "Those stories...Have you ever thought of making them into a book? A series and publishing them? They are really good, I think they would sell for good money."

That made Erratum pause for a second before he went on, looking like he never stopped walking even for that second. He never thought of that option before. Erratum really wanted to get his kids a better home and money was needed for that. It didn't have to be a big house, but one with a fenced in backyard would be nice. In a nice neighborhood too. He would need money for them to go to school, need money to get them lessons for whatever they wanted to do. Stealing can only get him so far, when the kids get older it is only going to get harder.

His online business is still in the small stages but is slowly getting followers and jobs. And being a teacher is a steady paycheck, but who knows when he'll be fired. So making a book series or just a bunch of books on what he has seen, heard, saw, felt, and lived would be a good way to get money. He had a ton of options to write about after all. He could write about his life from when he was formed and beyond, that alone would take a huge amount of books as he has lived for so many years and he would be writing the good and the bad that comes with everything. He could also write about all the different AU's, the culture in them, the myths that come from them and so much more. There is also writing about the Charas, the Balance, Fate, the whole Multiverse and how it works. So many options and ways that he could fill up all the libraries in this world and still have book left over.

It was like with the sewing, Erratum has seen so many different types of clothing in his years alive that he could make a living sewing clothing until the end of the world he was standing in. It was the same with the option of writing books, writing about his life alone would take so many books that he would be writing until the end of time without even including the other things he could write about. The only thing he had to make sure of was the names that he used in them and how to describe them - best do it in a vague way - as to make sure no one gets suspicious of him.

What a nice thought, to get this life out in the open without anyone knowing. But, it would mean that others would hear his side of the story, his side of things even if they think it is fiction. Not many have take the time to hear him out. It is something that few have ever done or thought of doing. A nice 'FUCK YOU' to Inky too, letting a whole Multiverse, a whole world, hear of his recklessness as well.

And it's not like Erratum ever sleeps or eats. Writing books is a option that he has to consider.

"tHANkS foR tHE iDEa KilLER." Erratum smirked down at the smiling teen in thanks. "If I WriTE ANyThING oR puBliSH a bOOK, yOU'LL bE onE of THE fiRsT TO knOW."

Killer smiled behind his books, SOUL fluttering a bit. "Y-Your welcome Mr. Erratum...."

Erratum then looked forward, slightly behind Killer as he lead the way to his new class. He could see so many different Monsters, and some he wished he never had to see again. He caught a glimpse of a Gaster!Sans going around a corner. A student Gaster!Sans. Stars, Erratum hoped to everything above and under that he didn't have that Monster in his class. His ribs have finally healed up, holding steady and no longer in danger of falling off, and he didn't want any flashbacks in the middle of teaching class.

While Erratum's mind was wondering, he never noticed how many students were paying attention to him. Word is spreading fast about the new teacher and many didn't know what to think on him. But seeing that scars on the skull, the tired look in his eyes yet walking tall and with purpose did give meaning to some of the rumors about him. Especially with the way he kept his eyes focused, like searching for threats.

Erratum has no idea how focused teens can be. Sure, he had some teen Charas but those were in different circumstances, they had to unless they wanted the Balance of the AU to go out. But he had no idea how much trouble, how much teens jump to conclusions and really see what is going on. He doesn't know what they see when they look at him. Social standards and things like that confuse him on a good day and frustrate him on a bad day.

Erratum has no idea just what everyone in the school thinks on him and what kind of drama it will bring him when they start to act on it.

Soon both were walking into the west building through a hallway leading into it. With a few more turns, they both stood by a classroom that had it's door open and was seen to be filled with instruments. Students walking in as a adult stood by the door talking to a few students.

"T-Thanks for walking me Mr. Erratum!" Killer grinned brightly when Mr. Erratum softly patted him on the head.

"iT'S FiNE." Erratum waved off the thanks. It wasn't like he was doing anything great for the other, it was just walking the other to a classroom. No big deal. "hAVe a GOOd reST oF tHE dAY kILLEr, bE gOOD." Erratum waved off the short teen to go into the classroom. Killer flushed with a big smile on his face and all but ran into the classroom, tripping over his own feet as he did so.

Erratum sighed, turning to start the walk back to his classroom when the adult spoke to him.

"Are you the new teacher? Mr. Miscalculation?"

With a silent groan, Erratum turned only to blink at he finally looked at the teacher. Coming to Erratum's shoulders stood a Sugar!Sans. Wearing a pink and dark blue jacket, a light blue shirt with some music notes on it, pink pants and blue and pink shoes he looked different, but the face wasn't. Even with the sunglasses on, Erratum could see the blue around the other's eyes sockets and the heart on the forehead really stood out.

The name CottonCandy made so much more sense now.

"yES, CaLL ME ERRaTUM." Erratum started, shifting his body and taking a step closer in curiosity. He could feel something off about this Monster, and it wasn't because he was a Sugar!Sans either. "yOUR coTTonCanDY?"

"Yes, but most either call me Cotton or CC for short." Cotton smiled brightly at the other, taking in the new comers glitchey voice. It was like it was frequently going up and down, covered in slight static. Even Error's voice isn't like that. "I teach this classroom on musical instruments, I hope we get along!" Cotton then motioned to the classroom in curiosity. "Do you play any?"

"i CAn pLAy THe viOlIN. i KNOW hOW tO pLAy a FEw pIEcES oN thE haRP ToO alONg WIth OtHEr stRINg inSTRumENTs." Erratum admitted freely. While he had only known the the violin at first, he had a lot of time on his hands at first when he lost his anger. And string instruments always fascinated him, the harp especially. He had no idea why this was the case, but he went with it and stole what he needed and taught himself by using portals to watch classes on it all to teach himself how to play them. In the end though, he was better and always knew how to play the violin for some reason. "i'M bEtTER aT THE vIolIn thOuGH."

"Really!" Cotton gave a delight gasp, clapping his hands together. Maybe he could get a duet partner and a new friend out of this. "We should play something together eventually. Maybe even for the students!"

Erratum watched how the other moved, how he shifted, and then it hit him. "yoUR bLinD." Erratum bluntly stated.

Cotton gave a sad smile, hand going to his sunglasses. "You must be wondering about the sunglasses or heard about it, but yes I am blind.....Does this bother you?" Cotton asked hesitantly. He knew that some people hated others with disabilities for whatever reason, so he wanted to be careful.

"NO, i KNoW thE fEELinG." Erratum hid a cringe, hand going to his skull. Fingering the scars, marks and chips around and on his eye sockets, Erratum remembered back to all the times he has been blinded by others - mostly Inky - throughout the years. It had been a pain in the ass getting used to it and then getting used to seeing again. But on the upside Erratum can fight completely blind now, even when that strange other protected him. Using all his senses and magic, Erratum could even low-key feel others a bit better then with his sight, although he never found out who protected him sadly.

"You....know the feeling?" Cotton frowned, not understanding what the other was meaning with that. "What do you mean?"

"i'VE bEEn bLiNDEd QuiTE a FEw TImEs. yOU WOUlD bE surpriSED WhAt BlOWs tO THE hEaD cAN DO, EspeCIalLy bEinG bAshED WiTH a PIEcE oF WOoD." Erratum explained shortly, not seeing Cotton's eyes widen behind his dark sunglasses. "i LOSt coUNt hOW mANy tIMEs i'V lOSt MY SiGHT AND foR hOW loNG EaXH tIME wAS. I tHINK tHE lONgEST WaS A yEaR oR tWO." Erratum chuckled. "iT WaS a pAIn IN tHE ASs lEaRNinG EvERyTHinG agAIN, BUt NOW iF i EvER gET bLIndED agAIN i shOUld BE gOOD. DO yOU kNOW hoW TO SenSE oTHErS?" Erratum questioned, wondering how the other could even keep the kids in line unless he could. Not that he had any trouble makers yet, but it is only the first day and he hasn't had all his classes yet.

"Y-Yes, I can...I-I also have a seeing eye dog to help me if I need to, but I have the whole school memorized. My sister, Fika, helps me get to and from work as well, helping me at home." Cotton rambled on slightly, now understanding what the other teachers were whispering about. No Monster openly admits to being blinded horrifically multiple times, sometimes even with a weapon. Something defiantly wasn't right here.

Erratum raised a brow at the sister part, but rolled with it. Just means that things are really different here and he should be taking that as a gift right now. "lUCkY. I NEvER hAD ANy oF thAT. i MEan ReALLy, WHEN i gOt bLinDed iT onLy gOT woRSE fOR ME UntIl i lEaRnED tO moVE aROunD wiTHouT siGHt, SEnsINg hOW tO gET aROUnd. AnD THAt's StIlL noT foOL pROoF." Erratum grumbled a bit, once again thanking whoever watched over him when he was blinded. But even then he still got hurt sometimes as it took a while for the stranger to find him, which now thinking on that; How did they find Erratum? "WhEn i GoT hURt WhENEvER i WaS bLINd, iT Was WOrSE bEcaUSE oF alL mY sEnSES WoRkiNG oVERtIME fOR my lOST SIGHt." Sighing at those certain memories, Erratum was glad to be gone from his original Multiverse once more.

Cotton was frozen, mind going a million miles in so many different directions at what was being said so calmly and factually, that Erratum thought that what happened to him was normal and fine. It tore at his SOUL at what was being said and heavily implied.

Flinching violently, Cotton was thrown out of his saddening thoughts when the bell rang out suddenly.

"i'LL lEavE yoU tO yOUR ClaSS." Erratum said once the bell finished, turning and then pausing at who he saw. "hEY PApyRUS, SkElETon TEEn i HAvEn't SEEn oR mET BEfoRE, bE gOOD iN ClASS. YOUr lATE, sO GEt gOING." Giving a small wave to the horrified teens as he started walking away back to his classroom in the north building.

A few doors down, Shyren the general music teacher cleared her throat, making the two skeleton's jump. "Cil, Papyrus, get to class please. your not in trouble, but you need to get going." Shyren softly said, making the two quickly walk into Cotton's classroom.

Both Cotton and Shyren looked at one another, frowns on their faces. Looks like they need to keep a ear out on the new teacher after all.

-With Erratum-

'Stars, I have a class next bell...' Erratum slumped a little as he walked, lines of depression coming down his skull as he thought about it. Right now he was randomly walking about, but keeping eye on the time. He wouldn't want to be late on the first day of classes, Granny would string him up and never bake him a single crumb of her cookies again.

Movement out of the comer of his eye made Erratum swiftly straightened and turn his head to to see where the hell he was and what was going on.

Glancing around, Erratum found that he walked into the north building and was above the cafeteria and gym, with him being on the second floor, as what caught his eye was kids running around outside through a window. Stepping closer, Erratum saw that there was a  basketball court, baseball and soccer field, even a tennis court. Hell, there was a football stadium in the distance, and Erratum has seen enough SportTales to know that they hold a track field. Everything was spaced out though, so it wasn't crowded with a normal field taking up space where the kids were playing at. Thinking about it, Erratum did see a eating area on the other side that was closer to the cafeteria for students and teachers to use.

Opening the window, Erratum took in the slight breeze. Propping up his arm on the window, Erratum leaned out a bit to see a student below his window, sitting and watching the playing from a distance.

"HEy KID!" The kid jolted, glancing everywhere but up. "uP hErE!" The kid's head jerked up, a purple and a light blue eyes staring up at him. The kid was wearing a green T-shit with a long sleeved blue one under it, baggy brown pants, purple socks, light blue and white shoes, a crescent moon necklace and he even had a light purple zigzag on his face like Original Cross had.

"DoN't YOu hAve clASS kID?" Erratum asked with a raised brow. This teen was a bit away from where the other students were playing some type of sport, Erratum thinks it's football, but isn't for sure. Even the teachers are over there, Error and Cross. Seems like they joined their classes together for the first day to make things easier on them. "WhY aRE yOU aLL THe WAy oUT HERE?"

The kid frowned, twitching a bit while he looked up at teacher. "I'm sorry sir...." The kid shifted a bit as he looked to the side. "We have a uneven amount of students with both classes together. The two captions for the teams didn't want me, I was the last one standing while everyone else was picked." The kid sighed, looking sad. "Mr. Error and Mr. Cross said that I could play the next game, but I know there won't be time for another game. Not with most of the jocks being here at least. So I came out here to be out of the way I guess....Closer to the door at least."

Erratum was now frowning. He knew what it was like to be excluded, but at least with the kid it wasn't malicious. For Erratum, his exclusion meant isolation and being driven to insanity to later being hated and barely having a friendly word given to him by others. Still doesn't change the fact that it didn't sit right with him to just leave the kid alone. So with a sigh, Erratum straightened up a bit. "jUST a MOmEnT kiD."

With that, Erratum put up a foot the ledge of the window and then jumped out the window, swiftly and silently landing on his feet right in front of the teen, who now was looking up at him with wide eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, Erratum silently admitted to himself that he missed that. Jumping from high places was usually fun as long as Erratum was the one who did the jumping and no one forced him to fall. He loved the wind blowing and roaring all around him, sights and colors mixing together as he gets closer and closer to the ground. But the second floor was nothing, Erratum has jumped from way taller heights before. Maybe with him not aiming to die has a effect on it as well? Thoughts for later.

"i'M ErrATUM, tHE SewIng TeaCHER." Erratum introduced himself as he knelled down in front of where the student sat, holding out one of his hands. "yOU aRE?"

"I-I'm Moonlight Mr. Erratum!" Moonlight answered, still gaping and looking at awe at the teacher as he gripped the offered hand. "I have you for my next class...."

"dO YOU?" Erratum asked back as he tilted his head. "hAVE yOU hEaRD abOUT hoW i SEE mY stuDEntS?"

"My bother, Incubux, has your class before lunch." Moonlight admitted with a small smile as his shock slowly faded. "All he said that your different." Moonlight offered, not wanting to tell the teacher of their suspicions of him or what other students are planning. Who knows how the teacher will react to most of his students deciding to dig in his life? Looking at the Monster in front of him, Moonlight figured it was a toss up between laughing hysterically and finding it hilarious or getting angry and doing something drastic. "But a good different."

"hEh, I'm GlaD thEN. buT NOt WhaT i Was lOOkinG foR." Erratum sighed, rubbing his skull with his free hand. "yOU'LL hEaR thIS agAIN IN clASS, BUt i GuESs i CaN ExplAIN iT noW. yOU ArE mY stuDEnt. kEY-WoRD; MY. mEAninG mINe." Erratum stopped rubbing his skull and pointed to a wide eyed Moonlight. "I doN't hAVE tOO muCH tO caLL mY oWN, SO i Am pRotEctiVE oF whAT iS mINe. ANy iSSuE, anY pROblEM - EvEN iF yoU thINk iT iSn't oNE oR tHAT iT'S StupID - yOU hAVE, yOU CaN comE tO mE WItH iT. i WILL hELp yOU NO mAttER WHAT. i TAkE caRE oF mInE. EvEN iF iT mEAnS thAT yOU DOn't WanT mE aS yoUR tEachER. i WILL QuiT oR gET yoU a DiffEREnT clAsS." Erratum grinned at the shocked teen. "sO youR pRoblEMs aRE mINe ToO. DO yOU unDeRstAND mE?"

All Moonlight could do was nod in answer, SOUL pounding and face stuck in awe at what the teacher was telling him.

"SO i AM gOINg tO asK yOU tHIS; DiD yoU WanT tO plAY? Do YOU WanT tO plAY a gAME? oR ArE yoU reALLy okAY WitH SittiNg hERe?" Erratum questioned, looking straight into the smaller teen's eyes.

Moonlight took in a deep breath as the tall teacher stared him straight in the eyes. Eyes saying 'As long as you can tell me the truth, even a little bit of it, I will never be angry at you.'. For that alone, everything come tumbling out, because he didn't want to disappoint this teacher that was so kind to him. "I really wanted to play! Being picked last would have hurt, but not being picked at all made me feel like I was missing something, like I was lesser! I-I know I'm not the best with football, but I still wanted to try." Moonlight frowned, sucking in a shaking breath. "I-I still want to play something, but I don't want to play with them anymore. It hurts being alone and I don't like it, but I still don't want to play with any of them. They wouldn't like it and might blame me if something goes wrong, or-" Moonlight cut himself off, flushing as he glanced away, feeling like a child whining about something not important to a adult.

"WE'LL, thAT mAkES thIS EaisER tHEn." Erratum chucked as he shook the hand as gently as he could, minding his strength. He never wanted to have a teen or child think or feel anything like he did when he was still the Destroyer and stuck in the Anti-VOID. Feeling like he was nothing, no one important, and all around should just die already because he was a waste of space. "i DOn'T hAVe a cLASS riGHt nOW, sO hOW ABOut YOu plAy a gAME wiTH mE?"

"R-Really?!" Moonlight shot up, forgetting that he was essentially holding his teacher's hand in his excitement and confusion. "I-I'm not very good at sports Mr. Erratum. I mean, no one picked me-"

"I'M noT 'NO onE'." Erratum cut off the rambling student, standing up and looking down at the student that came to his lower chest. "SO WHaT iF tHEY dIDn't PICk YOU? i'M piCKinG yOU. I aM noT abOUT TO lEaVE oNE oF mY StUDEnts ALONE." Erratum frowned in disgust at the very thought. "IF yOU WaNt tO plAy a gAME WE cAN. FoRgET tHE oTHErs, WE'LL hAVe SO mUCH fUN THEY wiLL WiSH thEY hAD piCKED yOU. bEsiDES, IN tHE enD thEY doN't mATTer. WHAt mATTerS hERE iS tHAT yOU hAVE fUN AND maYBE lEarn SOMEthINg hERE. bUt hOnEStlY, yOUr mOST lIKEy tO hAVE fUN bEcaUSE i DOn'T uNDerSTAnd a LOt abOUT pHySicaL EducaTION. SO...YAY?" Here Moonlight gave a tiny smile making Erratum's own smile soften. "THErE WE gO, A smILE FItS yOU WaY BEttER. I onlY asK tHAT iT'S noT fOOTbALL, i DOn't UNDeRSTAnd THE rULES. SO hOW abOUt bASketbALL?" That, and with Erratum's reflexes it might turn into a suicide match for whoever thought it was a wise idea to try and tackle him. He knows he might forget his strength and that he has done it before a few times at home, he accidentally broke a door a few times. Forming a door back is easy, but time consuming and he has no idea if he can form a Monster back with magic and the Codes so he doesn't want to try that now.

"Okay!" Moonlight brightly grinned as the new teacher lightly lead him to where the courts are. "But I don't know how to play really." Moonlight frowned, looking off to the side. "I can't throw the ball right..."

"i'LL TEaCH yOU, thAT's WHAt a tEachER is FOR RIghT?" Erratum chuckled with a smile when Moonlight grinned brightly up at him, reminding him of Null and Void when he agrees to teach them something. So he couldn't help but lightly patting the other's head, making the other flush with a slight pout, a smile breaking it's way through. Taking off his hand, Erratum then tugged the teen after him as he headed to the basketball courts, seeing some basketballs in a basket near it. "NOW i mIGhT bE a bIT ruSTy, i hAVEn'T plAyED iN yEARS. SO i'M suRE yoU'lL bE ouT plaYINg ME In nO TImE."

"I don't think that's true Mr. Erratum!" Moonlight laughed, grin growing and looking like he had never been sad as Mr. Erratum lead him to the basketball court. "I'm sure that's impossible for me to do."

"NoNSEnSE MoONliGHt, yOU'LL gET iT." Mr Erratum sternly yet gently told him as they reached the court. "WE CAn plAy anYtIME LATer WHEN WE hAVE tHE TIME. i DON't miND TEacHINg yoU hoW tO plAY mORE tHEN onCe iF i NEED tO. AND iF yOU DON't lIKE tHE gAME, WE cAN plAY SOmEthING ELSe. WHAT mAttERS rIGht nOW iS havINg fUN anD rUbbINg iT iN tHE othER's fACES. doN't SEE WHy tHEy DIDn't pICk yOU. NO StuDENt oF mINe is GoinG tO BE lEft Out iF i HAVE anYThinG To SAY abouT iT." Mr. Erratum muttered out loud as he opened the courts, making him feel warm.

When Moonlight wasn't picked for a team when Mr. Error and Mr. Cross let them play in the field together after they were done talking to them about everything, he honestly felt like he had been shot. Not being picked at all is worse then even being picked last, it was like the other teens were mocking him, picking on him for not being enough. It made him feel worthless. So much so that he didn't even want to be near them in fear that he might say something or do something rash. So he went closer to one of the doors leading outside, sitting and watching the others have fun while he had to wait for a game that was sure to last the whole class time as it held the more competitive students and jocks.

So when what seemed to be a ever changing voice called out to him, he was shocked. More so when he looked up at see a face that was much like Mr. Error's only more mature, older and down right other worldly looking down at him. With the sun shinning down the adult, he could make out scars and the eyes seemed so old to him.

The shock only got worse when the teacher jumped out the window. It may only be the second floor, but that shouldn't matter. Not when the teacher landed with such grace that is spoke of said teacher experience with landing from jumps. It honestly worried Moonlight a bit at how silent and swiftly, how graceful, the adult jumped and landed. It spoke that he had done it many times or was just that good. And after talking to him a bit, Moonlight thinks it's a mixture of both.

Mr. Erratum, after offering his hand and talking to him, reminded Moonlight of a parent more then a teacher. Teachers hold a more professional edge, he should know as he is the son of one. With Mr. Erratum, he is more personal. With patting his head gently and leading him around with holding his hand, it took him back when he was younger and his brother or Dad would do the same. No hidden agenda with Mr. Erratum, the teacher honestly wanted him to have fun because he was his student.

Incubux had mentioned Mr. Erratum to Moonlight, spoke of how Mr. Erratum wasn't eating and of what the other students are saying and doing. How someone could hurt the taller skeleton Moonlight will never know. And not just for the fact that Mr. Erratum looks like he could kick ass while taking names for days on end, but for how kind he was. How soft the teacher's smile looks as his eyes turn gentle when he smiled down at him, happy for his laughter as if it was a gift to just hear it.

All the other teachers would have forced him to go stand with the class or wouldn't have listened to him, or only hearing what they want to hear. But the sewing teacher listened to his whining, thought of a way to cheer him up and offered up his time to teach him how to play a game. Others would have said they were too busy for such things, yet Mr. Erratum did it with no hesitation and seemed happy to do it. It was new and Moonlight loved it.

So when Mr. Erratum let go of his hand and offered him a basketball when they were in the court, Moonlight grinned and took it with no hesitation. Willing to listen and play with this strange new dangerous looking yet kind teacher. Anything for the one who seemed willing to give it all to Moonlight, willing to play as long as it was needed, willing to do it again, and didn't hesitate to claim him as one of his, like he was one of his kids to be frank. When the glitching teacher said 'No student of mine is going to be left out if I have anything to say about it.' it sounded like 'No kid of mine is going to be left out if I have anything to say about it.' and it made Moonlight smile all the more bigger. Sweet,heart warming. Admittedly a bit weird, but all the same sweet for the teacher to take in his student as if he was his own. It just means that Moonlight should do the same to the teacher.

What the two never noticed is that others had noticed and watch their interaction with each other.

Error and Cross had no idea what to do when Moonlight wasn't picked at all, but knew they couldn't force him in the game. Not only would it make the teams uneven and therefor unfair - which they had a long talk with both their classes about fairness in games and sports - it was also not right to force him in that could cause friction or for the teams to use him as a scapegoat if something went wrong or they lost. So both teachers decided to leave him out and just let him play next game, either in this game or in another next time they played. Which could happen sooner rather then later as it is the first week and Cross had a small class to teach, sometimes no class at all so he helped Error out during his class sometimes.

Then when Moonlight went and sat down near the doors that lead into the building, Cross texted Nightmare to see if he could escape his class to check on his son. It was the first day and stress can be high for the students, and Nightmare could get away for a few moments to check on his son because he didn't have anything to teach besides the classroom rules and what the year will hold. So when Nightmare texted that he was on his way, Cross wasn't worried about Moonlight too much, he and his dad will work it out.

So it was a surprise when Error elbowed him. Blinking, Cross opened his mouth to say something only to see Error looking over in the distance. Following the other's line of sight, Cross was shocked to see Erratum leaning out of a second story window to talk down at a still siting down Moonlight. And while they couldn't hear them talking, Cross knew that it wouldn't be bad from how relaxed they both looked.

Then Erratum jumped out the window. Calmly jumped out the window like he did it everyday. It didn't matter that it was just the second story, it was the principle of the matter, and how nonchalant and graceful the new teacher looked while doing it. Teacher either had nerves of steel or has done this more then once, and thinking about it both teachers thinks its both.

Both watched as Erratum knelled down and talked to Moonlight, it eventually leading them to shake hands and not let go each others hands. Error and Cross both jolted a bit when Moonlight shot up, thinking that something was wrong, only to soften when Erratum got up and started leading Moonlight out after patting the teen's head. Error snorted when he saw them going to the basketball court, but Cross had eyes on something else. More like someone else who was now coming out the door that Moonlight was closes to.

It seems like Nightmare had ran to see his son, only to find out that it wasn't needed in the end.

The moment Nightmare had gotten the text, checking it once he let the students talk after he was done explaining everything, he was up and walking out the door, telling the students he would be back soon and be good or else. First days are stressful for students, and Nightmare knew his sons were no different. For a teen, school can be a scary and stressful place. He wanted his sons to have fun in school though, to look back on these days fondly. After seeing what was wrong, he will see what was wrong and fix it or talk to Moonlight to make things better if he couldn't. That's if Moonlight will even talk to him. Sometimes his sons just didn't want to say anything.

So it was a shock once he opened a door a crack and heard Erratum talking to his son from a window on the second floor.

Not wanting to interrupt, Nightmare just leaned on the door and listened in, wanting to see where this goes. Being still and silent so that they don't notice him.

Seeing Erratum jump out a window, very neatly at that reminding Nightmare of a predator or a cat, just so that he could talk to his son was shocking. Why would a new teacher, a stranger do that? It didn't make sense until they both started talking.

Nightmare realized that Erratum's mind must work in a different way, he has read about it many times about great people who thought differently then others. To Erratum, it seems like there is 'His' and 'Not His', what is 'Mine' and 'Not'. Thinking about it, it made terrible sense to Nightmare. Erratum admitted to not owning much, little to call his own and for abuse cases it is common, so he must be doing that to fill up a void in his SOUL with claiming people as his. Like a makeshift family almost.

While his mind might be on a different wavelength and go about thinking differently then others, Nightmare could admit that Erratum is doing a good job. He got Moonlight to open up, told the teen that he would make things better no matter, even if it meant being fired. 'Would', not 'if'. Then he picked up the pieces of what was going on, getting Moonlight to smile.

Hearing how Moonlight felt about everything that happened made Nightmare shocked, but not because he felt that way, but because he opened up so much to Erratum with little to no digging.

All Nightmare could do was watch with wide eyes as Erratum patted his son head, telling him that he looks better with a smile and lead him out to go play a game with him so that Moonlight didn't feel left out anymore. Erratum treated Moonlight like he was his own child, and maybe that was where the 'Mine' was coming from.

Erratum is treating his students like they were his own kids, tacking a more personal approach to them all unlike where the others take a more professional approach like they were taught to. But then again, Erratum never got a teaching degree, the taller teacher probably doesn't know how to treat students, so he treats them like they were his because that's the only way can in his mind. Assumptions this may be, but everything was pointing in that direction. More time and proof would have to come though before Nightmare was certain about Erratum and his teaching style much less his past. It still didn't change the fact about what was going on in front of him.

Erratum was treating Moonlight like a son.

Erratum was treating Nightmare's own son like his own and doing a great job at it.

Putting a hand to his chest, Nightmare let the door shut and then leaned his forehead on the door, face flushing purple. Wide eyes looking down and with a pounding SOUL, Nightmare didn't know why he felt this way. Gulping, all Nightmare could see was Erratum's soft smile and gentle eyes as he patted Moonlight's head, looking for all to see like a loving father.

For some reason, Nightmare wanted to see that again. Wanted to see Erratum smile like that again.

Shaking off those thoughts, Nightmare slowly stood straight and shook his head. He had no time for such thoughts, he had a class to get back to now that he knew Moonlight was going to be okay. Opening the door, he gave Cross and Error a small wave, making them wave back, before he chanced a glance over to the basketball court.

Moonlight was clumsily trying to dribble a ball with Erratum right by him, coaching him through it all gently yet firmly. When Moonlight took a few steps and didn't loose the ball, he beamed so brightly that Nightmare lost his breath. Moonlight then said something making Erratum laugh and wave his hand.

Forcing himself to look away, Nightmare closed the door and swiftly went back to his classroom. Not understanding why he was feeling so warm.

He just hoped that his cheeks would soon loose their color when he finally gets back to the classroom. Don't want the kids talking about it or asking any questions.

-Erratum's Classroom, Last Period-

"-sO afTEr thAT, i thREW iT Up." Erratum answered promptly. "rEmEbER kIDS; poiSOns ARE danGEroUS AnD caN mEsS yOu uP. SO DOn'T BE a AsSholE a pOiSon somEOne eLES oR bE stupID ANd dO iT tO yoURSElF. tHAt AND don'T fiGHt poiSonEd unLEsSS yOU hAvE tO." Erratum sighed, just thinking back to all the times Mare poisoned him for giggles and the trouble that followed after said poisonings. "iN anY caSE, thAT's tHE reASoN WhY i hAVe thIS scaR." Erratum pointed to a scar that was on his chin. "DoES thAT ansWER yOUr QuEstIOn ReD?"

Red, a UnderFell!Sans, gulped and nodded. The short student had asked where he had gotten that 'cool looking' scar from. And after asking which one he was talking about, as Erratum has a number of scars although he doesn't think they're very cool, he had said the one on his chin that was more jagged then the others.

That scar was one Erratum remembered getting, so he answered truthfully but vaguely as he could.

Just when Erratum was about to open his mouth to see if anyone else had any questions, the final bell rang.

The heavens opened up, angles singing the chorus of the holy while bright light descended from the sky because of the parting clouds as Erratum dismissed the class. The glitch could have flipped his desk and jumped out the window in joy all the while laughing hysterically. Because he was finally FREE!

Once the last student was out, Erratum rushed to pack up his things. Not a whole lot, just a few items and papers into his messenger bag and putting on his trench coat he was ready to leave this place.

Opening the door and locking it, Erratum headed down the hallway and to the stairs. Waving to students that greeted him, Erratum kept walking at a fast pace, just wanting to get home and get to his kids. Honestly he would use a 'shortcut' if he could in the building, but it would be suspicious if he messed with the cameras and wasn't seen walking out of the school. So he would need to find a spot outside to do it, with no one seeing him too. It shouldn't be too hard to find a alleyway to teleport to another empty spot. He may need to teleport more then once though to make sure no one sees him. He can't just teleport right in front of people, that's asking for trouble.

The front doors were in sight, Erratum was home fre-

"Mr. Miscalculation!"

'So close yet so far!' Erratum mentally cried, hand almost going up and out longingly to where the doors as if to touch them and cry out to where his freedom stood but he controlled himself.

Taking in a deep breath to calm himself - He needed to see his children! This was the longest he had been away from them. Not even calling them almost every chance he had didn't help his anxiety. When Null had asked when he was coming home in that sad little voice and Void had cried out for him, only calming down when he held onto a doll that looked like Erratum from what Granny had said, Erratum wanted to teleport home right then and there. But he couldn't and it tore him up inside. - Erratum turned his head to see a Genocide!Sans running up to him with some papers in his arms.

"Mr. Miscalculation! I'm glad I got to you before you left." The shorter skeleton - who came up to Erratum's shoulders - sighed in relief when he stood by the glitching skeleton. "I'm Geno, the secretary." Geno introduced himself with a smile.

"cALL mE ERRaTuM. nOW, WhAT dO YOu WanT?" Erratum frowned, tugging at his scarf in annoyance. "i nEeD tO GEt hoME SooN." Erratum held back the 'I want to be home right now, so move or be moved.' he wanted to add, but thought better of it as it is the end of the day. Not to mention it was weird to see Genocide!Sans - Genocide - without blood leaking from a huge wound on the chest or at least the mouth. But Erratum figures that something like that could actually lead to death quickly in this Multiverse unlike in his. It was a bit strange seeing it, but a welcome change. Makes him look less like Genocide.

"Sorry, I'll be quick then." Geno shifted some of the papers before lifting one up. "You need to finish your paperwork. Some questions have been left blank! Like how old you are-"

"i DON't knoW hOW olD I aM." Erratum cut off Geno, knowing what he was talking about. Some questions he couldn't truthfully answer. For parents, Erratum had put in the Codes that his parents had left/died so he put on the paper that due to so many head wounds his past is fuzzy, so he doesn't remember their names. For age he has a alibi for that, as he put in the Codes that the place where he was born at had a fire so his birth certificate is gone and he doesn't know where the original is. "mY bIRtH CerTiFIcATe iS goNE AnD thE orIginAL onE iS lOST."

"B-But haven't you ever celebrated your birthday? How many birthday parties have you had?" Geno sputtered out in surprise, not expecting that answer.

"hA!" Erratum laughed at that thought. "i'vE nEvER haD a pARtY bEfoRE, mUCH lESS onE foR mE! ANd i cOUlDn't KEEp TRaCk oF thE yEaRS iN thAT WhiTE roOM." Erratum chuckled, completely ignoring the gaping skeleton, glossing over just what the Anti-VOID really is and was. "iS tHAT alL? I knoW i AM lEgaL agE iF tHAT's tHE iSSue. I'm pRetTY suRE i'M olDer THEn yoU ToO." Erratum offered, but not giving out just how much older he thinks he is compared to Geno. Saying that he is older then the world might make someone call the police and the next thing Erratum knows someone is running to him with a white jacket in their arms.

'White room?!' Geno gulped, trying not to think on just how long the skeleton in front of him was trapped in a white room. From Erratum's words alone, Geno gets the feeling that he doesn't see anything wrong with it, from what he is implying. Shivering, Geno shook his head in negative. "That's all, sorry to bother you." Geno took in a deep breath, calming himself. There was something wrong with this new teacher, something off. For some reason, Geno wanted to cry and apologizes. But why? Geno hasn't done anything or even met this Monster in front of him before he started working at the school. "I'll see you tomorrow Erratum."

With a grunt, Erratum gave a nod and swiftly left the building. Dogging students and other adults alike, Erratum silently blended in with the shadows. With no one paying attention or even seeing him, Erratum turned into a dark alleyway a block away from the school. Making a small portal, Erratum searched for a place to teleport to that was near the apartments. After a few minutes, the glitch of a skeleton found a long, dark alleyway that had so many twist and turns but led to a deadened. Something you would only see in horror films really when the character runs and dies at the end.

But frankly speaking, Erratum knew he was far more scarier then anything else in this Multiverse; So bring it bitch. He would be more amused then anything if someone tries to hurt him. But stars forbid for the other guy if they hurt those that are his.

They would learn quick and in a hurry why many feared Erratum, why many died by his hands.

In any case, the alleyway was ten blocks away from his apartment and was covered in shadows, perfect for him.

With that, Erratum waved the portal away. Taking a step, he took a shortcut to where he was headed. With a blink, Erratum was gone.

-Erratum's Apartment-

"Do you think Daddy will like them?" Null pouted up at his Granny, tugging on her skirt. "They look different from yours...."

Gina giggled lightly at the little boy's doubtful face, but she knew he just wanted the best for his Father.

After Erratum had called during lunch time in the school, it drove home to the boys that their Father would be busy most of the time during the week. Making them miss him all the more. Void had cried and screamed, making Gins worry as nothing was working to calm him down. It wasn't until Null had given Void a doll that Erratum made to look like himself that Void calmed down, giggling and cooing at the doll like it was actually Erratum right in front of him.

Null, on the other hand, decided he wanted to make Erratum something for when he came home. It warmed her heart once the blue dressed boy came to her and asked her to help him make her famous cookies with him, knowing that Erratum loved them to bits. When asked why, Null had told her that he wanted to give his Daddy a gift because he was doing so much for them, even though he wanted to be home.

It should have unnerved Gina how sharp and observant Null is, but it didn't. Look at Erratum after all, he must have gotten it from his father. Besides, it wasn't hard to see that Erratum would rather be home with the boys at all times and only went for the job because he needed to money for his family. Erratum was a parent and family Monster, something that Gina loved to see in this day and age.

That's how they all ended up in the small kitchen, all three helping out. Void even helped mix up the batter - Gina held up Void in her arms and his hand, guiding his stirring so that it wasn't messy. -. Sure, the cookies came out a little burnt and misshaped unlike how she made them, but Gina knew that Erratum would love each and everyone one of them.

"Honey, if you have your Father a weed or a rock he would think it was the holy grail of treasure." Gina assured the little skeleton. It wasn't hard to see that Erratum would be happy with anything that his sons gave him, even a pile of dirt, because it was from his sons. In fact, now that she thinks about it, if the boys had given Erratum a mud pie to eat, she is pretty sure he would eat it because the boys gave it to him. Not pretend either, but truly eat it because they worked hard on it for him. "As long as it is form you boys, Erratum will love it more then anything."

Null beamed up at his Granny, feeling better then ever. Void bounced where he sat, cuddling the Erratum doll close, before grinning and looking to the front door.

Gina laughed when she heard the front door unlocking then opening because as soon as that sounded out, Null and Void were gone.

"DADDY!"

"DA~!"

"mY lITTlE tErrORs!"

Gina turned, smiling at sight greeted her. Erratum opening his arms wide for the children to run/crawl into. Once they were in his arms, he swooped them up, spinning around with them and bouncing around, making both boys giggle and shriek with delight.

After a few moments, Erratum stopped but kept the children in his arms as he walked to the kitchen once he caught sight of her. Erratum's eyes were glittering with joy and while his smile still looked to be tired and broken, there was happiness in it as well.

"i SmElL CooKIES gRAnnY." Gina snorted lightly at that, at how Erratum already figured that the boys had been good so there was no point in asking about it. That, and how obsessed he is with her cookies. Gina swears to start making different cookies so that he at least has some variety.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Null lightly tugged on his Daddy's scarf while in his arms, making him turn and look down at him with a hum. "Me and Void made you cookies! Granny helped us because we don't know how to use the stove and use the knives because you said we couldn't."

"Dada~" Void cooed out, climbing so that he was leaning on his Father's shoulders so that he could pat his Father's cheeks in affection while his free hand was clutching the Erratum doll. "Coo'ie~"

"Welcome home Erratum." Gina welcomed, only to loose her breath when Erratum grinned wide. Eyes shinning and looking at the three of them in wonder.

It was like he was thinking 'How did I even get something so precious when I don't deserve it?'

That look warmed her but broke her heart a bit.

Erratum chuckled when both boys shoved a cookie at him to eat, which he did so without prompting. How he got this, a family, he will never know. He sure as hell didn't deserve it, but he sure as hell wants to keep them close.

"So, how was your first day of work?" Gina asked softly as she sat down at the counter, Erratum doing the same only with the boys on his lap and munching on a cookie. "Did anything special happen? No troublemakers?"

"nO oNE gAVE mE ANy TRouBLE." Erratum snorted at the thought, all his kids were quiet and listened to him, and he didn't think any of the teachers were stupid enough to try and give him any kind of trouble. But it was the first day, so he'll see. "noThINg spEcial....i DID juMP oUt a WinDOW tO TaLK TO-"

"WHAT?!" Gina choked on her spit at this new information. Null and Void however were cooing at their Daddy, just happy to have him home.

"iT WaS onLy tHE seCOND fLOOr, noT lIKE iT WaS hIgH uP oR ANyTHinG. BUt lIKE i WaS saYING-"

"Erratum...I....just..." Gina sighed before waving it off, might as well hear the whole story before she tries to scold him. Although she has a feeling that even if she does try to tell him not to jump out of any windows, he wouldn't listen if it seems like the best thing to do at the time. Gina wasn't going to try that angle yet, baby steps. "Never mind, tell me about your day Erratum."

Seeing all three skeleton's beaming faces was enough to make everything she did seem worth it.

Now if only she could find a way to figure out how to feed Erratum something other then cookies, she had a feeling that's almost all he ate.

"-DiD yoU RecoRD noVElA For ME GrANNy?" Erratum asked her like it was the end of the world all of a sudden in the middle of his scentace, shocking a laugh out of her and jolting her out of her thoughts.

"Yes, I did. In fact, I recorded the first movie too."

"tHEY HAvE a moVIE?! YES!" Erratum cheered, jumping up with the kids in his arms and all but diving to the TV and couch.

"Daddy!" Null laughed with Void, loving how funny and fun his Dad was.

"I thought you were going to tell me about your day?"

"noVElA iS moRE impORtANT thEN SchOOl. nOVelA. iS. L I F E."

Gina's new family may be a bit weird and strange, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

-End Chapter-

It is FINALLY done! I swear, at the 10,000 mark I thought 'I'm done' only to want to finish the whole first day. Then I was like 'Okay, shouldn't be too many more words'. But then it grew and grew as I gained more and more ideas that I wanted to put in before the day ended for Erratum. Then because I decided on a pairing, i wanted to add some base work and groundwork for the pairing. Guys, I think I have a problem.

Also, I know Erratum didn't jump too far from out the window as it was only the second floor - Erratum is going to jump from higher height later - it's just how he looked like he did it before that bothers people, like he has practice jumping out windows, that is a bit weird and slightly horrific from someone with no military or law enforcement background, and even then it's slightly shocking. It leaves much to assume and many don't like the picture everything is making.

Next 'Mr. Erratum' is going to have a small time skip, but don't worry I'll explain what happened during the time skip. It should only be a week or so, not a big time skip.

I have decided to pair up Erratum with Nightmare! I figured that they would make the best pair in this Multiverse. It was between Nightmare, Cross and even Error in the end. Erratum would never go for Ink in this setting or even hang out with him. The same for Dream and others. But Erratum knows Nightmare, Cross and especially Error if you want to get technical. Heck, he is very fond of Nightmare and Cross as well so he is more likely to just want to talk or be around them compared to the others, so it works in this setting. And it is already stated that Erratum is fond of his counterpart, if only because he looks much more adorable then himself.

But I want Error to be suspicious of Erratum later on, in that he starts to think Erratum is his brother or family member or something like that as he looks up what he is feeling and going on with his SOUL, thinking that it is a family bond and starts digging into Erratum's past to figure just who Erratum is. With him dating Ink - which Erratum still has no idea about, just thinking that the two are friends even with all the touching. What does Erratum know about romance? Nothing besides what he watches from Undernovela and reads about, and that's not counting what he knows about friendship. - it would have been great drama if I decided to pair up Erratum and Error, but I wanted a bit of family drama, or mistaken family drama as Erratum is actually technically Error. But then again, all Sanses are technically each other.

Besides, I am already working on a story in this book that is ErrorxError. I also have one in the making for a ErrorxDream. Spoilers.

So, it was then in between Nightmare and Cross. It took a bit of thinking, but in the end I chose Nightmare as I thought he would fit best. I just think that Nightmare fits better in this situation, so I am going to pair up Erratum(Error) and Cross for a different story. While Nightmare is calm, calculative and even manipulative in NAJ, he has shown a much more softer and even sillier side to his family and Muffet in it. He is way soft with Muffet, much more loving, and Erratum needs that. Erratum needs unconditional love, even if there are some fights - but that's normal in a relationship. Erratum has no idea how love works besides what he saw in UnderNovela, and that's based off a over-the-top Spanish soap opera. So, yeah, he's going to need someone soft and patient with him.

Muffet is still going to get feelings for Nightmare, so it is going to create a love triangle/line/whatever it is going to look like with other suitors coming up. Muffet loving Nightmare who loves Erratum, and Erratum loving nothing more then to be left alone at first. Nightmare is going to try so hard to woo Erratum, who has no clue what is going on as he doesn't think he deserves to be loved in that way. Nightmare is going to need all his characteristics to help him out with this one.

Not to say that Erratum will not have other moments with other characters, students having crushes on him, or other suitors after him. But the end game is Erratum(Error)xNightmare no matter how many moments out favorite glitch gets with other characters in this story before or after they get together in the story. Make way for one jealous History teacher.

The students themselves are going to be involved, with rooting for someone and some rooting for another, helping out, or trying to chase these would be suitors away from their teacher. It is going to be like a shipping war at times too between the students, which is going to be fun for me to write. Nightmare is not going to be spared from this either. Both his sons are going to be protective of their Mr. Erratum, so their Father better watch out.

I had Erratum give that history lesson at lunch because it gives Nightmare a reason to hunt-I mean spend time with Erratum and catches Nightmare's attention. Nightmare is a history buff and Erratum has knowledge on history thought to be lost, you bet your ass that Nightmare is going to try and get answers. It's only better that I could give them some development together, setting the stage for their friendship and sooner or later crushes/love/romance.

What is happening to Erratum's and Error's SOUL is simple in a way. Unlike with other Counterparts, they are more closely aliened scientifically and metaphorically speaking. They are in no way the exact same person like the other Monster counterparts, past experiences, history, and other things have shaped their SOULS and them to be quite different as is expected in this situation. But at the lowest baseline of their SOUL is the same, they are both glitches in a way. Erratum way more so then Error, but that is why it is the lowest of low baselines.

Because of this, it is almost like a family bond because there is something in their SOULS that tie them together. Making them aware of where the other is, Erratum more so then Error because of how much more magic he has then the other and that he senses SOULS for a living, or used to anyway. It is actually not that bad as Erratum is thinking it is, it just lets Error know that Erratum is there when he is so many feet away and more sensitive to his magic, and even then Erratum would have to use a whole lot of magic for Error to feel it - like summoning a Gaster Blaster and firing it or making a huge portal. Even if Erratum's SOUL was not shielded, Error would only feel a bit more of Erratum's magic and be able to know he was there a few more feet away. But this is new, so Erratum is freaking out about it. So all this worrying and planning he is doing is for nothing really because if Erratum would just leave Error alone or not do too much magic around him, there wouldn't even be a small problem much less a big one if he just left Error alone.

It is like a fledgling Family Bond in a way, but Erratum is freaking out because he doesn't see Error as family - yet - so he doesn't understand why this is happening to him. It is the unknown and he wants answers, to know if this endangers his new life and family.

So in the end, with how much time Erratum is going to try to spend with Error is eventually going to make Error more suspicious of him, wondering if Erratum is something more or even related to him or something. It is like a low-key family bond after all that is happening to them, and while SoulMates are no longer a thing, bonds still exist and happen in this Multiverse. SoulMates have to consciously make the bond, other bonds you don't really have to do that. I made this so that it forces Erratum to spend time with Error and become friends with him, as Erratum would be the type to not even talk to Error unless he had a reason to. Erratum's reason here? paranoia. So, so, so much paranoia.

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Falling Into A Different Destiny - Mr. Erratum - Part 2

https://youtu.be/cycUHgg0zzU

I do not own song or video, it belongs to it's respectful owner. I thought this song fit very well with Error/Erratum. How he feels about everything.

Multiverse/World - Nerd and Jock.

When - Error and his kids land in NAJ before the school year officially starts. So with them being there changes quite a few things and causes a stir in the school.

Error, Null, and Void lands into a world where kids fight more with their fists then magic, Monsters are above ground and were never were trapped in the Underground behind a barrier, Gaster Blasters do not exist along with a lot of fighting magic, and all the Monsters Error can remember seem to be students and teachers along with others he has never seen before. Then if that wasn't strange enough, Error somehow gets roped into being a teacher of all things. Now he has to deal with all this school/romance drama he in no way ever wanted to deal with. Hell, he never even went to school!....That he remembers anyway. So why do these people think it is a good idea to put him in charge of a class?!

Destiny save him from hormonal teenagers and love struck teachers.

-

Some people have been very worried about Erratum being shipped with PJ - that is not going to happen here. It's not like in PJ's Daycare where his father isn't Error as he is a child in PJ's own daycare with their creators as their parents, so it wouldn't too weird if I decided 'Fuck it!' and went with that ship in that kind of setting as they are not father and son in any sense of the word in that world. No, here Error is the father to PJ, so that is not going to happen here. I am not taking that jump at all. That would be so cringe worthy in this setting. And Erratum is not going to look at him romantically while being his counterpart's son. Erratum would sooner fall for Error then PJ in NAJ. At the most PJ will admire if not have a slight hero/man crush - like one has on one's idol/hero, not really romantic in nature. - on Erratum after seeing him play basketball or doing something amazing.

This starts when the comic does or even a little before it with my own twist on it, so any romantic relationships that haven't formed before the start doesn't exist right now but I could be wrong on a few, and if that is true then that is okay. Like, Geno and Reaper are married and have kids, so Erratum is not going to go out with any of them. Muffet and Nightmare are not yet in a relationship nor is PJ and Fresh, Cross and Dream are not in a relationship and Error and Ink are not married yet for example. Also, break ups can happen. With Erratum being here, it can cause a butterfly effect and change things up for better or worse. But no divorces or love affairs, so Geno and Reaper are staying together.

But I still don't have any idea on who to pair him with here. Eh. I'll see where it goes. These are mostly for fun anyway.

-Chapter Start-

Erratum could not believe this was really happening to him. No, seriously, everyone must be more insane then he was to even think this was a good idea. What idiot actually thought this was a good idea? For him, a God of destruction and known killer in his own Multiverse who has killed more Monsters and humans - children, to his regret and pain. But actions have consequences. Not even Gods are above that, and errors were a artists consequences weren't they? - even then what the world holds, to teach to impressionable children on the cusp of adulthood?

Better yet, why did he even go with it? He could have said no-oh, wait.....No. No, he couldn't have said no. Not with Granny G's cookies and disappointed children on the line.

These thoughts will never leave his head, not with the proof of what is about to go down surrounding him.

The classroom's white walls reminded the glitch of the Anti-VOID that had been his prison for too many years - lifetimes - to count. Art tables stood out in front of him with stools under them, the wood they were made out of shinning in the artificial light from above and the light coming from the big windows on his right. The tables had electrical sockets in them for the sewing machines or whatever they would need. Cabinets connected to the walls on the floor that were filled to the brim with supplies, there were even cabinets on the walls above the ones on the floor as well. The teacher desk was on the right side on the room in a corner where no cabinets were, in fact the only wall without cabinets as the white board was on the wall. The front of the classroom others called it.

There was even a small room connected to the classroom, filled with more expensive items as well as larger items, such as rolls of fabrics that Erratum would have to cut or teach the children to cut for themselves to use.

The only color in the room were the posters of facts about fabrics that they put up without his permission and some smaller rolls of fabrics, yarn and strings on top of the cabinets.

The of course there was the dolls on the teacher desk. Two small skeletons with little dresses on them sitting by a framed photo of two little Babybones smiling brightly at the camera with a older women standing behind them.

Erratum needed something to calm him down. What better way then to remind himself that he has a lot to loose if he snaps and goes on a murderous rampage, killing off everyone and everything then laughing over the remains of a smoldering school as sirens go off in the background, feeling more free then ever but now having to live life on the run once more?

Personal desires mixing in with personal nightmares aside, Erratum can not escape the facts now. Not when it was almost time for his sentence to start. And especially not when Granny G even made him a new sweater for his first day on the job, it would be like throwing her gift away and spitting on it.

Erratum was now a teacher, and class starts in about a hour. Teens of all shapes and sizes were about to come to their first day of school, some of them unfortunately going to be in his class for a whole semester or even a year. Maybe more of a year if they decide to go on with his class for whatever insane reason.

"SHit." Erratum sighed, rubbing his forehead as he felt a headache of massive proportions forming just at thought of how many ways this could and most likely will go wrong. 'I'm probably going to scare some, if not all of them for life.....and/or get fired in a very violent, bloody manner.'

Not wanting to stay in the room for the whole waiting time, as the windows show the front of the school and Erratum had no desire to see all the kids that the adults are unknowingly putting in danger with him being a teacher let alone in the building, he decided to go on a short walk around the school. Maybe he can sneak out now and never come back?

That short lived hope died out the moment he walked out his classroom door via Nightmare the history teacher, something that makes Erratum laugh in his head. Imagining the Nightmare he knew, the one with tentacles and seemingly made out of black goop or tar, teaching history of all things was enough to make Erratum laugh. If only for the fact that the Nightmare he knew would give the kids nightmares for the rest of their lives, and pity the one that didn't finish their homework on time. But it was fitting, with how the Original Nightmare poisoning him for shits and giggles. Fun times.

"Mr. Miscalculation, I was hoping to talk to you." Nightmare told Erratum as he walked up to him. Erratum just sighed, turning to face the other. In a way, Erratum was grateful for the Nightmare in front of him. He looked so different from the one he knew, if only for the fact that Nightmare looked like the 'before apple incident' as he heard Original Dream call it once to Inky. It was so much easier to separate the two Nightmares because of this fact, and it made Erratum less on edge.

"WhAT iS IT?" Erratum asked, wondering if Nightmare wanted to shake hands again. "DO yOU WaNT TO shAKE hANdS aGaIN? i pRacTICEd iT AT hOmE aFTER YOU tOLD mE abOUT iT aT thAT mEEtinG." Erratum proudly told Nightmare, who had a weird look on his face, while he fiddled with his long red scarf. Once he had gotten home from the meeting, he had asked Granny G about handshakes. This lead to a lesson about them, Null and Void enjoyed it as well with him. Although he still doesn't understand the reasons for handshakes, he thinks he got it down as long as he keeps in mind his strength. Apparently breaking someone hand while shaking them was not social acceptable for some reason. "i THiNK i'M DoinG GReaT aT iT nOW."

"That's great, but no it's not what I wanted to talk to you about." Nightmare quickly said once he saw the darker skeleton raise his free hand, the other fiddling with the scarf he was wearing. Nightmare went on once the hand dropped, feeling surprisingly guilty about the slight disappointed look on the new teacher's face. "I was wondering about your plan for the first day of class."

"pLAn?" Erratum's brows frowned in thought, not knowing where Nightmare was getting at.

"Yes, I wanted to know what you were planning on doing in class for today." Nightmare explained when he saw Erratum's confusion. "For example; I am going to introduce myself, then lay down the rules, what's going to happen in the year, and what I have planned for the students." Nightmare was a bit worried and apprehensive about the new teacher, and not just because said teacher called him and the other teachers cute. Erratum has no teaching background, and while he can sew apparently, that doesn't mean he can handle teaching teenagers.

"oH, i'M GoiNG tO WiNG iT." Erratum bluntly stated once he got what the shorter skeleton was asking. "WoRSt CAsE scENaRio i THRoW mYSeLF oUT tHE wiNDoW iF i CAn't hANdlE iT. I mEaN, I DOn't WaNT tO scARe tHE kIDs FoR liFE iF I gET anGRY, bESt TO jUMP iF thAt hapPENs." Erratum went on to say, not paying any attention to the horrified shocked look he was getting from the history teacher. Erratum has fallen more then five stories - hell he's fallen more then a thousand, million and even a billion stories - and lived to tell the tale about it, but many haven't lived through his anger back in the madness days to even think about the tale. Best to just run and breath away from the kids if that happens, then decide if he should go home, go back, or just quit if it becomes too much for him to handle.

'And you think that's not going to scare them?! Seeing their teacher commit suicide because he couldn't deal with them!?' All Nightmare could do was gap at the taller skeleton, wondering for not the first time what was with this Monster. Erratum looked threatening yet broken with all the scars, chips, and marks on him. And while he looked similar to Error, Erratum felt and looked very different from the PE teacher. The tear marks on Erratum looked like actual tears, not birth marks like on Error. His face more mature and posture more relaxed yet ready for anything. He felt dangerous yet safe. Erratum looked and felt like a walking contradiction.

Nightmare had no idea what to think or feel about Erratum, it was a new feeling for him. The feeling of having no ground under his feet, not knowing anything about the other or how to proceed. Nightmare had no plan for Erratum and that scared him a little.

If only Nightmare knew that even Fate couldn't keep Erratum on his set path - therefor Fate's plan for him - then he would have felt better at not knowing what to think, do, or feel about Erratum. If Fate can't plan for Erratum then it's not Nightmare's fault that he doesn't know what to do with Erratum.

While Nightmare was getting his bearings together, the door right by Erratum's, on the left side, opened.

"Oh!" Ink peeked out to see what the noise was before giving a smile and setting out of his classroom. "I was wondering what the noise was. How are you Erratum? How do you feel about this being your first day on the job officially?" Ink inquired with a smile, feeling great as it was the first day of school.

"I FEEl liKE thIS iS gOINg to EnD hoRRiblY FOr EvERyONE. EiTHER iN a BlOODy mESS oR wiTH mE bEInG fiREd iN sOME shaPE oR foRM bUT aLL scENaRIOs ENDiNG WItH tHE stUDENtS bEINg scARREd fOR THEiR liVEs AND polICE siRENS." Erratum answered with a straight and serious face. "bUT oTHEr tHEn tHAt, i'M....." Erratum paused here, searching for the right word before shrugging. "I'M gOINg tO tRY mY bESt FoR tHE kiDS. tO ansWEr yoUr firST QuEstIOn; i WiLL bE fiNE onE dAY....i hOPE."

Because in the end that's all they were, children coming to learn. Erratum hated hurting children, hated killing them in his old Multiverse. In a way, this was a way to make things right. But it was going to be hard, harder then killing of universe even. Because for all he knew, faces of those that haunt him are going to be looking back at him, wanting to learn sewing of all things.

On the other hand though, this could be like a ticking time bomb. Just because he can handle a bunch of Charas doesn't mean he's good with kids. And Null and Void are perfect, so it's not like they will say anything to him when he messes up. They take it in stride because they were too sweet to say anything about it. In short, Erratum is going in mostly blind.

But it confused him greatly on why Ink had asked how he was, but everyone was so weird to him already, so he didn't question it. Erratum knew he wasn't okay by any means of the stretch, but maybe one day he will be fine.

Nightmare didn't know if he should go tell the nurse to be on stand by or just stay with Erratum the whole day to make sure nothing happens. Worst comes to worse, his students could learn the history on fashion throughout the years and the way society used it as a social status even still today while he shares a classroom with Erratum.

Meanwhile, Ink was wondering how bad Erratum thought of himself to think that.

"I'M gOInG tO gO FOR a WaLK BEfORE ThE kIDS cOME." And with that, Erratum turned and went down the hallway once he saw that the two others had nothing left to say to him.

Stiffly turning to look at Ink, Nightmare had the face of someone who looked like they just watched a dead man walking. "Are you sure that this is going to be okay?! He just openly admitted that he was going to screw this all up and most likely get violent! Hell, he admitted to not being okay at all!"

"I think it is going to be fine, great even." Ink said with a gentle smile, going on once he saw Nightmare's face start to turn colors in his worry and anger. "Sure, Erratum is in no way a mentally sound individual, but lets be honest here, some teachers here are not. Remember that teacher meeting we had for that Halloween party two years ago? The one where everyone brought snacks and food?"

"I'll never look at pumpkins and raisins the same way every again." Nightmare shivered lightly, a bead of sweat going down his face as he tried to repress the memories of said meeting. "But I concede on that point."

"Besides, while Erratum openly admitted to this all going to end horribly, he also said that he would try his best for the students." Ink laughed, patting Nightmare's back. "Doesn't that sound like a great teacher in the making? One who sees the bad but is going to try even if they think it is all going to go to hell?"

Nightmare snorted, a small smirk working it's way up his face. "I suppose so...." The smirk fell into a worried frown. "But he doesn't have the best opinion of himself does he? To imply that he was going to mess it up and before you came out he said that he was willing to throw himself out the window if he got angry, not wanting to scare the students with his anger.....It was like he has no value to his life as he didn't seem to be joking at all."

With a paling face, Ink hurriedly looked back down the hall as if Erratum was still there. He has no idea that Erratum said such things, that he would rather die then get angry at the kids in fear of harming them mentally. But from what he can see, Erratum is not a angry Monster, in fact he seems pretty chill if not socially awkward in ways that bring up many questions and no answers about his past. In the end there is no denying that Erratum is a mystery, a broken one at that. "Nightmare.....I really think Erratum's past is most likely very fucked up and would make even the most unloving of people cry from the injustice of it all if it can make someone not care about themselves."

Because one does not say that they would rather jump, not caring for their life if this wasn't the case. One doesn't say that it will go bad and that they are not fine at all, implying that it is all going to be their fault, if they have a healthy past.

"Most likely that is the case...." Nightmare sighed out as if in pain. "....please check up on him in between classes."

"Oh, I am way ahead of you. I'll be sure to listen through the walls too and windows if they are open later on. I may not be able to hear talking, but I'll be able to hear screaming at the least. I'll call you if I hear any screaming." Ink assured, there was no way he wasn't going to, not with how Erratum just makes him uneasy in ways he can't explain. Ink worries about him for some reason, as if Erratum was on a fine line and about to fall, and Ink needed to be there to help catch him if this is the case.

"Make sure you do.....I'll warn the nurse just in case too." Nightmare gave a nod in goodbye before turning and going down the hall to the stairs to do just that.  "Hiring a Monster with no teaching degree, what was the principle thinking?"

Ink watched his fellow teacher go before going back into his classroom. 'Maybe he thought that Erratum needed this as much as the school does.'

-With Erratum-

Walking with no real destination in mind can be a dangerous thing, if only for the fact that you can run into people you really don't want to see or talk to.

Erratum is learning this life fact the hard way today it seems.

"Hey there." Sans in his work outfit and sitting at one of the tables in the school's cafeteria greeted with a lazy smirk and wink when he saw Erratum walking by. "Did you come for some food? Or are you heading to the gym?" Sans asked, wanting to know if he needed to get to the cash registrar.

"nEITHEr, i'M jUSt WaLKInG." Erratum grumbled slightly, hiding the twitch of distress at the lazy look that still haunts him to this day. At least this Sans only comes up to his upper stomach, so not really a threat to him. Still doesn't change the fact he looks so much like Classic. "AnD NO, i DON't nEEd fOOD." Erratum explained slightly. The only thing Erratum has eaten was Granny G's cookies, and she didn't make them everyday. But it is still the most he has ever eaten in centuries.

Sans just nodded, taking his last sentence as the other not being hungry right now. Before Sans could go on with the conversation, which Erratum really did not want to continue in any way shape or form, two new faces came up from the hallway connecting the gym and the cafeteria.

'What am I?! Some type of flower that attracts all these annoying bees?! I just wanted a peaceful walk but instead everyone decides to walk at the same time as I do!' Erratum's eyes twitched as he saw Error and Cross walking up. 'I should have never left the classroom...Or better yet I shouldn't have left home.'

"Hey Sans, Erratum." Cross greeted with a bright smile and wave. "How are you two doing?" Cross went on to ask while Error was flushing yellow and looking everywhere but Erratum. Error could still remember the taller similar looking skeleton calling him cute, and calling it the truth.

"Fine, just finished the prep work for breakfast." Sans answered with a tired sigh, lazy smile never leaving his face as he slumped on the table. "The over's keeping the food warm, but soon I'll have to start lunch....." Everyone could tell from the tone that he would rather just go to sleep then cook.

Twitching when Cross turned his bright smile to him, all Erratum could see was another Cross looking up at him with the same look when he came to visit Original Nightmare's gang, only for some reason Original Cross's face was filled with more color.

In any case though, Erratum did not want to answer the question. It was one he had already answered for the day, if they wanted to know they can ask Nightmare or Ink. With that in mind, Erratum turned to his shorter and much more adorable counterpart.

"WhAT DO yOU DO iN pE?" Erratum questioned, making Error jolt to attention while both Cross and Sans looked a bit confused. Who hasn't heard of PE before?

"PE stands for physical education." Error explained to the taller one, feeling more in his element now as a smirk grows on his face. "What? Haven't you ever played any sports before? Not too strong are you?"

If any one else asked that to him, Erratum would have laughed in their faces. But because these skeletons have never seen him doing his old job, he let them off the hook. But sports? Erratum frowned thinking about it, wondering what counted as a sport. "....i'VE foUgHT a LOT......AH!" Erratum snapped his fingers, recalling what one of the Charas told him and how he played with the sport AU Charas before. "WhAT DId tHEy cALl iT....mMA?" Erratum tilted his head, not noticing the worried looks he was getting. Then he shook his head, bringing his head back down to stare down at the others. "bUt i'M STRoNG." Here Erratum smirked, a glint entering his eyes, making the others stiffen and shuffle a bit. "WaNt mE tO pRoVE iT?" Erratum was in no way weak, and he was willing to prove it in about any means necessary. His strength was proof that he not only survived but can protect what is his, that he can go toe to toe with Inky and win if something of his is on the line. Without it, it means that he is too weak to do anything like protecting his children.

His strength was one of the only things that never failed him, one of the only things he can count on. His strength was what made him, what defined him. Strength was one of the most important factors in life, physical or otherwise as strength came in all forms and sizes. And all Erratum's was physical as it was proven long ago that his mental strength is very low. Erratum's strength was one of the only things he had left.

Without it, Erratum was nothing.

"No!" Cross cut in before Error could agree to it. "I-I mean....School is about to start!" Cross gave a nervous smile, sweating a bit when Erratum turned his attention to him. "There is no time for that right now...Maybe later though you could do something?"

Erratum just shrugged when Error nodded in agreement, making both Sans and Cross sigh in relief.

Cross had no idea what to think on the new teacher. Erratum seemed...oblivious in a bad way. Meaning that there were gaps in Erratum's knowledge that deeply concerned him. Not knowing what PE, a handshake, or a bunch of little things that everyone grew up knowing. Erratum also seemed to be a fighter of some kind from what he said. MMA? Mixed Martial Arts? Is that what he meant? Cross had no idea but was worried about the reasons Erratum had to fight. Those scars had to come from somewhere.

But Cross could see many good things about Erratum as well. He was well meaning, and sweet with how he gave out complements that he truly believed were truths. Erratum had said that Cross was very handsome and liked his eyes. It was sweet of Erratum to say so, it wasn't everyday that Cross met someone so.....different. Different in a good way so far.

Sans, on the other hand, was worried about Erratum's classes were going to go. He wasn't about to go digging into the other's past until he had too, but he could tell that Erratum had some issues. With the way he moved, reacted, and looked at everyone painted a very grim and morbid picture. Sans saw how Erratum looked at him, like he himself was going to suddenly snap and try to kill the taller skeleton. That screamed that there were issues that needed to get looked at the very least. The problem was will those issues show themselves to the students. He knew that his brother, Papyrus, had Erratum's class.

Sans didn't know who he was more worried about; Erratum issues getting worse as they pile kids on him or Papyrus if Erratum's issues start to show more then they already are.

Error shifted, looking up at the taller one. A hand twitched, Error wanting to rub his own skull as he saw the taller skeleton's scars look more prominent in the artificial light. Erratum gave off a....feel to Error. Like Error should know him, like Error has known him his whole life. It was weird as Error knows for sure he has never seen this scar ridden Monster. But that didn't change the fact that Error felt connected to Erratum in a way he couldn't explain.

Honestly, it worried Error because he felt that Erratum was apart of him, that he was a missing piece that he never knew was missing. There was no way he should feel like that to someone he just met, it made him want to run...but how can he run from someone that his very SOUL is telling him is safe.

It confused Error greatly. It also made him very determined to figure out just who is Erratum Miscalculation.

"i SHoULD gO sEE whAT faBRicS i hAVE iN stoRAgE tHEN...." Erratum sighed, rubbing his tear marks as he closed his eyes in thought briefly. "SEe wHAt i'M wORKiNG WiTH....AnD WhAT iS okAY tO uSE oN StARTeRS."

"Yeah, I should pull the bleachers out." Cross sighed along with Erratum, feeling his pain. "Better hurry before the bell rings..."

"bElL?" Erratum asked in confusion, not understanding what a bell had to do with anything. All three looked up at him confused until one of them got what the problem was.

"Oh! I forgot, you were home schooled." Error bopped a fist in his palm as it hit him, eyes lighting up as he went on to explain what they meant. "A bell will sound off to show that it is class time. Then a few minutes later another bell will ring out, a late bell. Usually they get a warning, then a detention if they don't have a note or good enough reason as to why they were late. The first few days though, teachers show mercy if a student is late as they are getting used to everything." Error sighed, rubbing the back of his head, thinking of all the brats that tried to pull a fast one on him with excuses. "When classes are over, a bell will ring to show that it is time to switch classes. Then a late bell. It repeats until the end of the school day."

"i SEe..." Erratum hummed before giving a nod in thanks. It was a good thing he was warned about the bell. He might have reacted without thinking if he heard it, like summoning a Gaster Blaster and destroying half the school in panic or worse. Surprises are not happy things to Erratum, most of the time in the Original Multiverse it ended in pain....for him that is. So his body reacts unconsciously to surprises to protect himself. In a way, Erratum was trained to do so. "thANkS foR thE waRninG." With that, Erratum turned back to go retrace his steps.

"......Why did he call it a warning?" Error questioned the other two quietly, worry creeping up his SOUL. "What about a bell could be a warning?"

"I have no idea, and I kind of don't want to know." Sans quickly said, getting up from his seat. "People are messed up individuals, especially in abuse cases."

"You really think he's been abused?" Cross asked, a frown marring his face.

"Look at him, and then look me in the eyes and tell me you don't think he's been abused in some way or form." Sans challenged in retaliation. "There is no way he got those scars just from sewing or knitting."

Cross looked off to the side with a frown, eyes half lidded to hide the glint of sadness and pain in them. Abuse was not something to take lightly after all....and he wonders not for the first time just what Erratum went through.

"Now the only question is; What kind of abuse was it?" Error frowned, glitching growing slightly worse. "Physical is obvious...but what about sexually, mentally or emotionally? Then we have to ask who abused him and for how long, who they were to him. Family? Romantic partner?" Error shrugged at the shocked and horrified looks he was getting. "What? I had to take a medical course for my PE degree, it covered abuse cases in it. And on that note, it also covered the issues and phobias of them." Here, Error's face darkened. "Hopefully we are over analyzing this whole thing, but it never hurts to be prepared. We also have to think on if Erratum is getting help or even got away from the abuse. For all we know it is still going on."

Wasn't that a frightening thought, that Erratum was still getting abused? Cross wanted to argue that point, as Erratum looked like he would take no one's shit, but stopped himself. If it was someone who you loved that was hurting you, could you fight them? His SOUL pounded as he thought back to every report on abuse from the news. Most didn't run because they loved the abuser in some way, that or they felt that they had no where to run to.

"We keep our ears and eyes open." Cross was saying before he even realized it, a fire in his eyes. "Spread the word to the other teachers. Ask some questions to Erratum when we can, but make sure not to be too pushy." Cross took in a deep breath. "After all, this is all speculation.....but..."

"It never hurts to be careful." Sans grinned grimly. "Best case scenario we're wrong."

"And worse case scenario we don't try and Erratum ends up dead or worse." Error laughed, no humor in it at all.

A thought hit all three of them as they went back to their work.

Maybe there was a more grim reason that Erratum was home schooled.

-In Erratum's Classroom, Almost A Hour Later-

"So, how did you get stuck in this class?" Undyne asked her fellow jock, a smirk working it's way up her face. The fish Monster relaxed at her seat in the back right by her best friend, a skeleton Monster. "I didn't think your dad would make you take this kind of class?"

PJ, a dark skeleton with a part of his skull floating off as if it was ink and paint marks on his face, snorted and leaned onto his desk that he was now sharing with Undyne. "Yeah, no. I needed a art credit and all the other classes was full so they put me into this one."

"Same." Undyne sighed before a grin worked it's way up. "But I heard a new teacher is teaching this class. Rumors say that this class had been off the roster because they couldn't find a teacher for it, until now that is."

"Hmmmm." PJ hummed in response, watching more students coming in, the teacher not in sight yet. "My Dad didn't mention a new teacher-Oh, look who it is." PJ smirked when he saw Fresh come in and sit with Papyrus in the front row, Alphys going to sit by Blueberry who nodded in greeting to the shy Monster. "Seems we're sharing with some nerds."

"As if this could get any worse." Undyne groaned, tearing her eyes away from Alphys to see Horror sitting next to a sleepy Asriel a table over. "....Who thought it would be a good idea to let Horror take a class were we are going to be using needles?"

Before PJ could answer, the last bell rang out, meaning it was time for class. Before any of the students could began to mutter, the back door burst open making everyone jump and turn in their seats to look at the reason, only to freeze when they got a good look at the new comer.

A tall dark skeleton wearing a dark blue, almost black sweater that had red stitching, black jeans, tennis shoes, leather gloves, and a long red scarf was soon walking to the front of the class.

But what really caught there attention was a few details. Like the fact that the new skeleton was covered in chips, marks, and scars all over from what they can see. And there was also the fact that he looked very much like Coach Error yet still very different at the same time. Some students were even glancing to the skeleton now standing at the front of the class to a very shocked PJ.

Erratum wanted to bail. Bail fast and hard once he got a good look at his class. A Undyne, a teen aged Undyne at that, was going to be a handful if she was anything like her older counterpart. Not to mention that teens were supposed to have more energy too. A Alphys was no problem, she was most likely here to make whatever those things are called for her cartoons that she watches. A Horror!Sans Erratum could work with, he knew how they ticked mostly and it will either go good or bad. A Killer!Sans as well was in here, and a few others that Error could recognize. But luckily for all involved, it was a small class as it was a new one and the first class of the day.

But seeing a teen aged Fresh and Swap?Hell, he could see Cross's Chara sitting the the very back! A Chara! It took a lot not to jump out the window right then and there. Here's hoping they don't act like the ones he knows. Less pain all around, physical, mental and emotional. And to think, this is only his first class. Meaning that more look-a-likes and counterparts are going to show up, messing with Erratum's fragile sanity.

Yay.

Shaking those thoughts off, Erratum looked out to the students and started to wing it. What else was he supposed to do? He knew nothing about schools or teaching.

"hElLo, i AM ERRaTuM MIscAlculAtIOn. CaLL mE ERRatUM." 'Start simple, start simple.' Erratum chanted in his head, not knowing what else to do really. What happens when he runs out of simple things to say? Oh well, all the more reason Erratum should not have been hired. Erratum went on, ignoring the looks he was getting for how his voice sounded. "I'M The TEachER foR SeWInG, tHIS iS sewING ONE. fOR THoSE whO hAVe nO iDea WHAt THEy aRE DOINg AnD nEEd a SaFE plAcE tO lEaRN iT.....AnY QuEstIONs bEfoRE i gO oN wiTH THe RulES?" Erratum asked aloud, and once he saw a hand go up he already wanted the day to end. With a sigh, Erratum pointed to the hand. "yES? NaME anD QUEstION." Not that he really needed a name unless the counterparts went by a different name. It seems to be a toss up in this Multiverse.

"My name is Fresh Mr. Erratum." Erratum had to stop the brow raise at that, seems this Fresh really is different from the one he knew. The Virus would have said a bunch of outdated words while trying to break the other person with said words. There truly is Mercy, more then ever in this Multiverse. "And I was wondering what you meant by 'a safe place to learn'?"

"WElL, yOU coULD lEaRn oN yoUR oWn anD stAB YOursElVEs WiTH thE neEdlES, gET yoUR hAND cauGHt IN tHE machINE, CuT yOUR FinGERS oFF, hElL, yOu COuLD EvEN gET soMEoNE elSE hURt." Erratum listed off many things that could happen while learning by yourself. He should know, Erratum has had many of these happen to him while learning. A teacher would have been great if any of the Monsters didn't want him dead. But Erratum stopped at the pale faces he was getting, feeling that he made his point. "I AM hERe tO mAKe suRE nONe oF tHEse THinGS hAPPen, anD iF THEY Do tHEN i maKE suRE yOU gEt hELp."

Seeing that no one else was raising their hand, Erratum went on. "nOW oNtO tHE rULEs. FiRsT thINgs fiRSt, No NEEdlES lEavE thiS RoOM." Erratum glared darkly at the students, making more then one want to cry. "If YOU WanT tO STab ONE anoTHer, DO iT ouTSiDE thE claSSroOm WiTH yoUR oWn nEEdlES. OR bETTer YEt, dO it OUtsiDE THE scHOOl SO thAT iT IS noT mY pRoblEM. Do yOU knoW hoW HArd iT IS tO gET bLOOD oUT? mUCH lESs DuST?" Erratum snorted, frowning at the shocked students. "i ALSO hAVE a liFE, i DOn't hAVE tIME tO bE quEstIONed bY stAFF oR thE coPS.....In oTHer woRDs; If ONE of YOu dO tAKE a NEEdlE anD huRT somEONe wiTH iT In SchOOl gRoUNDs oR evEN aROUnd mE, YOu bEttER pRaY fOR thE mERcy tHAt thE cOPS TAke YOu AwaY bEfoRE i gET tO yoU."

PJ could not believe this. Here was a teacher telling them that if they want to hurt themselves or others, to do it on their own time. And if they are stupid enough to try it at school, Mr. Erratum just point blank low-key if not bluntly threatened them all with body harm. All the other teachers would tell them not to do or even think of that at all! But Mr. Erratum? Nope, just do it outside the school so that it is not his problem and if you do, then you better be ready for what was coming....What the hell?! What kind of Homeroom teacher did they get?!

Horror though, was grinning behind his surgical mask. Finally! A teacher he can get into! Asriel was now wide awake, staring wide eyed at the new teacher. Chara didn't know if he should laugh or gap at how blunt this teacher was. Killer, meanwhile, was now in awe of the new teacher. Not even Mr. Nightmare was that blunt or said such things to the students. Fresh gulped with Alphys, Undyne's eyes were not sparkling and stars, Swap was wondering how this teacher even got his job but was also impressed that the teacher actually said that, and Papyrus was just thankful that the teacher cared so much for them as to say such things.

"nExT, iF soMEthINg iS WRonG, YOu caN coME tO ME." Erratum turned grim and serious, making the students sit up straight unconsciously. "YoU aRE mY CLaSS, AnD i pRotecT WHaT IS mINE. If YOU hAvE a PRoBlEM, I WiLL hELp YOU oR gET yOU hELp. IF yoU cALL fOR hELP, i WiLL anSWER." Erratum would not let others not let others, especially teens, go without help. Besides, Erratum could admit to himself that he was one possessive bastard, what his is his. Those in his classes were his until any of them said so, and he would protect them like he would do with anything else that was his. "i RefUSE tO lEt anY oF YoU suFFeR iF i cAN hELP iT."

Alphys's eyes started to sparkle. A teacher who would stand up for them. She could feel that this one was not all talk too. Not with those dead serious eyes and grim frown on his face. While Mr. Erratum looked very harsh, and sounded it too, he seemed to have a kind SOUL with his small plea of coming to him for help so that none of them get hurt or suffer. She wouldn't be shocked if he went without out help himself, with how he sounded as he talked about it. Looks can be deceiving after all, Mr. Erratum didn't seem all too bad no matter how dangerous he looked. Her SOUL started to beat faster, a smile playing on her face. 'Mr. Erratum....'

Fresh had to force himself not to glance back at PJ and Undyne. Being bullied was not a nice feeling, and now he had a out. Gulping, Fresh weighed his options. Because now he had a choice. Sure, he could have gone to any teacher with the bullying before, but PJ is the star of the basketball team and would have been let off lightly with his Father being a teacher. But Mr. Erratum looked like he didn't give any shits about that kind of stuff, not with how seriously he was stating that he will give help to those that need and want it. If the Jocks started to hurt him...then he could run to Mr. Erratum for protection. It could get worse though.....Options, Fresh needed to think on all his options first. If he was willing to risk it all to get help if he needed it.

Killer shifted, his SOUL stuttering. Only Mr. Nightmare has tired to really help him with his problems, not any of the other teachers even tried. So to hear that someone would listen and actually help him was a nice surprise. But he had no idea how to feel about this new teacher. The unknown is scary after all. He would need to do the 'wait and see' approach to see if this teacher was all talk or not.

Seeing that all the students were taking his words to SOUL, Erratum continued on as he thought back to how Nightmare said he was going to do his introduction to his class. He can just put up a list of rules later, adding on to it as he learned. Less confusing that way. But that meant he had to say something else.....Well, when in doubt just wing it.

"WE aRE gOINg TO lEaRN hoW tO mAKE dOlLS, CLoTHING AnD lITTle THinGS lIKE hAndKErChiEFs AND scaRvES. SEWinG wiLL bE tHe maIN foCUSe, BUt We wiLL dO SOmE knITTing, CRoCHEt, AnD EmbROiDEry." Erratum started to explain what he was going to teach, making a mantle note to write this down because he knew he was going to forget what he supposed to be teaching what month. "WE'LL stART WiTH a EasY tHInG, lIKE a ApROn FOR exAMpLE, aND woRK oUR WAy UP. BUt fiRSt ThINgs FiRst, i Will TEach YOu hoW tO stiTCh, KNoT thE tHReaD, HoW to WORk THE machINEs anD SaFTy RuLEs. BIG pRojEctS coME laTEr ON afREr YOu aLL lEaRN THe bASiCS." Which, Erratum knew, he had to get from a book. What doesn't kill him could kill others, what merely annoys him can hurt others. Good thing the Principal already made the students get a textbook on safety rules and the basics, Erratum got one too as well. It also helped that Granny G had explained what projects he can do and how to grade them all. At least he had something and someone to go off on. "iF YOu PlaY AroUND In HErE, iT caN gET DanGrOUS AnD I WIlL kiCK yOU oUt." Erratum looked around the class once more before sighing and relaxing a bit. "AnY QuEsTIOns aT aLL? WE'RE noT dOING anYThiNG toDAy So yoU caN aSK anYThiNG. JUst NAMe anD quEstION."

Erratum meant this as it was okay to literally ask anything they wanted to, from why the sky was blue to why he was even teaching here when he looks like he could kill someone. The class took this as it was time to get to know their new teacher. After all, most teachers did the 'let's get to know one another better by asking questions' rout. Both were on the same page, just different ways getting there.

Erratum pointed to the hand that shot up like it was stuck by lightening, hoping that this doesn't go to hell when everything is said and done.

"PaperJam, but I go by PJ." PJ lowered his hand, narrowing his eyes at the teacher. He had so many questions but decided to go with one of the things that was bugging him the most. "H-How did you get all those scars?" It was either this, or asking if he really did just tell them it was okay to hurt themselves outside the school.

Everyone watched Mr. Erratum stiffen, his eyes going unfocused for a moment as if reliving something before blinking, getting back in focus. The dark teacher then started to scratch his tear marks as he actually answered the question; most students thought that he would say it was none of their business.

"i gOT A loT oF thESE FROm AnoTHeR pErsON." Erratum paused, wondering how to explain without giving himself away. "MulTiplE pEOPLE. lETs JUSt saY THEy DiDn't LIKE mE bEcaUsE oF HOW i lOOKeD." There, simple but vague. And he wasn't lying, Inky and OM!Dream always mentioned how ugly he was, along with the others as well. So no lie in it, just a part of the truth.

"You were beaten by racists?!" Papyrus gasped in shock, hands going to his mouth.

"NoT ReaLLy, THEy onLy hATEd mE." Erratum waved it off, leaning on the whiteboard behind him. "ThEy WeRE mONStERs ToO As WElL AND i KNEW thEM foR yEaRS, tHEY NEvER DId THE saME to OTHERs." OM!Dream hated OM!Nightmare and his gang, but OM!Nightmare was still his brother in the end and that counted for something. Inky mostly fought Erratum, only getting involved with PM!Nightmare's business when he had to. "SoMEtIMEs SOmEoNE hATEs YOU, AND yOU caN do NOtHING aboUT It." Erratum said, knowing this very well. "DOEs THAt ansWER yOUr QuEstIOn Pj?"

"Y-Yes sir." PJ gulped, not expecting the teacher to answer them honestly and bluntly. It really hit home how different this teacher was, and not just for the fact he openly admitted to being beat on for years by someone or someones who hated him for most likely no reason. "Thanks...."

"yOur WElCoMe. nExT QuEstIOn?" Erratum asked not seeing anything wrong with what he told the class, eyes roaming about as more hands shot up. Seeing a very innocent and worried expression, Erratum held in a sigh and pointed to the front. "yOU."

"Hello! I am Papyrus." Papyrus smiled brightly before it fell a notch in worry. "Does it still hurt? Are you okay? I can go get the nurse if you need it!" Papyrus along with the rest of the students stilled when a low glitched chuckle sounded out.

Erratum couldn't help but chuckle, it seems some things never change no matter the Multiverse. "Of cOURse iT sTiLL hURtS!" Erratum waved off their shocked looks. "BuT i'M USed TO iT, i gOT a hIgH pAIn IntOlERanCE AnYWay." Here Erratum's eyes light up, a grin breaking out as a idea hit him. "tHE oNLy OK i AM iS IN 'brOKen'!" Erratum laughed at his joke, missing the horrified looks - and some impressed looks - that he was getting.

When his laughing died, Erratum looked around once more in question. "ANy moRe qUEstIONs? I AM yoUr hOMERooM tEachER, So WE haVE a FEW moRE minutES UNtIl tHE moRniNG annOUnceMent. EvEN tHEN, We'RE noT doINg muCH TOdaY WHen clASs stARts." Erratum admitted, not seeing the point of doing anything on the first day. This also gives him a out, he doesn't have to teach today!

The only human in the room raised his hand, making Erratum point to him. "The name's Chara, I want to know why you even took this job." Chara pretty much stated then questioned, wanting to know how this guy even got pass the background checks much less get the job. It was obvious that this Monster was not mentally sound, and while he seems like one hell of a cool Monster if not reasonably stable for what he seems to have gone through, Chara just wants to know how. How in the double hell did he get this job?! "You don't seem the teaching type....."

"oH, i'M NOT." Erratum agreed right away, he was in no way someone who should be teaching any type of student much less teens. "buT THe iSSuE iS, i DiDn't hAVe a CHoiCe reALLy." Erratum shrugged at their ridiculous faces they were making. "i nEEdeD a JOb, ANd thE olD tEachER thAT uSEd tO tEaCH thIS claSS liVE nExt DOoR tO ME. ShE oVEr TaLKEd mE, tHE rESt iS a bLUR REaLLy. THE nExT tHIng i kNEw, i hAD a JOb. I nEvER THouGHt thEY woULD ActuALly hiRE mE!" Erratum shakes his head, still seeing this whole thing ridiculous. He was in no way going to be a good teacher.

It struck him that he should warn the students this. Best they know this now then learn it later on that he is going to mess this whole thing up. The only time he has ever taught anyone was with the Charas, and that was about murdering Monsters and how to cause the most or least pain; What does that tell you? Erratum was not the Monster to teach innocent teens, he was going to mess them up.

The whole class watched as Mr. Erratum stood straight, eyes sad with a frown on his face. "ClASs, kiDs.....i'M gOINg tO FuCK Up." Alphys gasped while more then one jaw dropped. "I hAVe nO tEacHINg dEEgRE, i HAvE nO clUE hOW tO TEaCH. tHeY nEvER shOUld hAVe hiREd mE." The teacher took in a deep breath, sounding so broken. "buT i WanT tO Do mY bEst foR yOU aLL, i WaNT yOU AlL tO hAVE thE bEST. ANd WHilE i mAY noT bE thE bEst oR evEN thE secOND bEST - iN faCT i'M pRobably jUSt bEFoRE thE woRST - i WanT TO giVEnyOU mY bESt." The teacher gave a broken smile unconsciously, not noticing all the students hanging onto his words. "I DOn'T WanT yOU tO GO thROuGh WhAT i hAVE bEEN thROUgH, I DOn't WaNt yOU tO DO WhAT i hAve donE oR fEEl lIKE thE woRST. i WANt yOU tO bE bETtER thEN mE, hAVE bEttER tHEN mE. TO nEvER giVE uP." Mr. Erratum raised a hand and lightly touched his tear marks, eyes unfocused as he talked softly to all the students who held their breaths. "SO i'M GOinG TO fuCK UP a LOt, i'M GOINg tO mesS uP And i cAN sEE mYSeLF gEtTinG fiREd EasILy, buT i'm GOINg tO DO my BEsT foR yOU aLL." Mr. Erratum looked out to all the students, eyes pleading with them all. Something they never saw a teacher do. "I cAN oNLy Ask THAt yOU bE patiENt wItH mE. BUt i UNDeRstAND iF YOU DoN't WanT mE. I AM a bROkEN mONstER. i CaN GO TO tHE oFFicE riGHt nOW iF yOu WaNT mE TO anD GET yOU a nEw, bETTer tEachEr." Mr. Erratum looked deadly serious about this. More then one student gasped at this new information.

"thIS iSN't abOUt WHaT tHE schOOl WanTs. WHAt i WanT OR WhAt anYoNE ElsE WanTS. THis is alL abOUt WhaT EacH oF yOU waNT. THiS iS yoUR FutURE, YoUR waNTs anD WiSHEs. I RefUSE to PUt yOU alL in DAngER, AND tHAt INcluDEs mE. I AM DanGErOUs. IF noTHinG elSE, REmembER tHIS; i WILl hEaR YOur CriEs FOr hELP EvEN iF oTHErs WiLL noT. EVEn iF iT MEaNS i HAVe TO gET fiREd FOR tHAT cRy TO bE anSWeRED."

Alphys and Papyrus were blinking away tears, both hearing a broken Monster trying his best for them and them alone, one last broken plead that most likely has went unheard for many years. Chara's jaw was on the floor, never thought that he would ever hear a teacher say such things to a bunch of students. Horror was frozen as he had caught some words that made him wonder just what this teacher has done in his obviously long life. Killer was curled up slightly, hand to his chest as he slowly smiled, knowing that this teacher was more different then any other. Asriel was leaning heavily on the desk, hiding his face in his arms, not wanting to meet that old and hardened eyes that told stories that he didn't want to see for Asriel knew that he wouldn't be able to handle the pain the other went through. Undyne gulped, SOUL hammering in her chest while she stared at the Monster who admitted to being dangerous, and was willing to leave if they didn't want him. 'Was he really that dangerous then?'

PJ was shaking lightly, taking a close look at all those scars on his Father's look-a-like and thought to how his own Dad taught his class compared to Mr. Erratum. It hit PJ that Mr. Erratum was a better teacher just for being open and real about everything and willing to go to extremes for them even if he didn't know any of them.

Fresh couldn't believe this teacher in front of him, but nothing about it sounded or even looked like a lie. Mr. Erratum was telling the truth, and Fresh wasn't stupid. He can read in between the lines and see the picture the words were painting and while the picture looked great for the students, it looked horrible for Mr. Erratum. Fresh leaned forward a bit to get a closer look at the sewing teacher, looking at all the scars and marks, and thought on what life, what horrors, this Monster must have gone through to not care for himself.

Unknown to Mr. Erratum, Swap had his cell phone out the whole time, recording every word he said. At first, Swap wanted to do this as to show his friends what this new teacher was all about, but now he wanted to show the whole school if only for the fact that this teacher was unlike any before. Sure, some teachers plead with patience as it is their first time teaching, but quitting if they felt unsafe with him? That was a new one. Never mind the fact that Mr. Erratum sounded so raw while saying so, that they matter more then anything else and he would help them no matter what or who was involved. It made his SOUL beat faster and sink at the same time because of the fact that Swap, for some reason unknown to him, felt and knew that Mr. Erratum would keep his word about it. If one of them so much as said they didn't feel safe with him, he would leave.

And for some reason, Mr. Erratum leaving made Swap want to cry. Like if the new teacher left, Swap would loose something important. It was like someone was screaming at him to not let this new teacher go and help him.

Erratum told the students this, hoping to get fired and/or quit sooner rather then later because he knew it was going to blow up in his face.

But, unknown to him, he got the opposite to happen.

Over the course of the class time, within in the first minutes in fact, Erratum had gotten the whole class to swear to themselves that they wouldn't let him go for one reason or another.

It also said a lot, that over the course of the first week, that some - all - of his first class and some - a lot - of the other students that he didn't even teach got very worried over him as they noticed some worrying things over the school day and became over-protective of the broken skeleton because of what they noticed.

Of course, this just made the teachers more worried and confused as to what is going on.

Really, it mostly started at lunch time when students started to really noticing something is wrong with their teacher if they haven't already.

-Lunch Time-

Erratum nearly went into a boneless heap once the lunch bell rang out. He was now free for about three classes, as his class was still new and small. The other teachers were not so lucky and only had one class time off. Suckers.

"okAY, gET gOInG yOu tErRoRs." Erratum sighed, waving off the class as he say down at his desk with his eyes closed. "SEe YoU alL laTER." With that, Erratum could hear the students getting up and leaving.

Teaching took a lot out of Erratum. Not because he had no fucking clue what he was doing - although that did play a part and was something that was going to bite him in the butt sooner rather then later - but because of who some of the students are or looked like.

He has seen and had a Frisk in his class. It took so much out of him not to see some of the few Frisks that were on the Chara side, or the other Frisks that cause so much issues with blaming Chara for their choices. Erratum had been so close to actually throwing the student out of the window on instinct alone before it hit him that this wasn't any Frisk he knew. Another example would be having a Raspberry - SwapFell!Sans - who went by Razz in his class. Erratum nearly threw his desk as he walked through the door, thinking that Raspberry had come to tear him apart limb by limb again.

Luckily for all, Erratum has some very good self control when children are involved.

Then some of the other kids looked like children of the Monsters he knew. No, he was not joking. It sent shivers down his spine once he finally noticed why some students looked so similar yet different to the Monsters he once knew, it was because they looked like their love child. But look-a-likes are nothing new, so Erratum decided to push those thoughts away. He in no way wanted to think of any of the Monsters he knew getting together, he knows that happens but that doesn't mean he wants to see the result of it. Too many what ifs and disgusting images that come to mind if he thinks about it.

"Mr. Erratum?"

Erratum's eyes shot open at the call. With a blink, Erratum looked to the student and tried to place a name to him. A dark skeleton with a red eye and a blue on with a bandage on his cheek under the red eye was looking to him. He was wearing a white hoodie with black designs on the arms, long black pants with white X's on the knees and white and black shoes.

"inCubUX, RiGHt?" Erratum asked to make sure, he never really trusts his memory anymore after all he has been through. When the student nodded to show that he was in fact Incubux, Erratum scratched his tear marks in confusion. "WHAt DO yoU nEEd?"

The teen then flushed, looking both ways suspiciously. Now Erratum was raising a brow and was getting ready to get up. Faces like that usually meant one of two things; The first meaning this was going to be hilarious for him, second being that it is going to end in pain in some way or form for him.

"A-Are you going to make a seating chart?" Incubux asked once he saw that all the students were out of the class.

Erratum frowned, not really understanding what a seating chart was. Incubux saw the frown and got the wrong idea from it. But before the teen could panic, Erratum decided how to answer him.

"i DOn'T THinK SO." Erratum decided on. Not knowing what it was, he couldn't say he wasn't going to do it. Best to settle on a 'maybe' then a 'no' when he is going to do it anyway. "WhY?" Erratum asked back, not seeing what the big deal was.

"We'll, I was hoping to sit next to someone....." Incubux muttered, making Erratum smirk at the embarrassed face the teen was making now. But before Erratum could comment on it, someone stepped into the room catching both of their attention.

"Hey Erratum, I was wondering if you wanted to join me with watching the cafeteria as you have three free periods." Ink said as he walked in, feeling a whole lot better when he didn't hear any screaming coming from the classroom. But some did look a little red eyed though....But Ink is sure it wasn't anything! The students would have told someone if that was the case.

Ink paused once he saw Erratum talking to a student, one of Nightmare's sons at that. "Whoops! Sorry about that." Ink chuckled before he smiled at the both in front of him. "I'll leave you two to your talk, Erratum if you decide to help just go to the cafeteria. But you can eat if you want to first." Ink waved at them while he walked out. "I'll see you in a few Incubux!"

How badly he wanted to bang his head on the desk, but Erratum had more important things to get done. "DO yOU nEEd SOMEthiNg elSE?" Erratum sighed as he stood up, wanting to get this over with so that he could call Granny G and see how the boys were doing.

"No, thanks Mr. Erratum." Incubux answered as he gathered his items. "Have a nice lunch."

"i'M nOt EatING." Erratum promptly answered as he went to the door after Incubux did. Once they were both out, Erratum turned and locked the door like he was told to, students still the hallway.

Incubux frowned in confusion. "Did you forget your lunch at home?" Incubux pointed to the way to the cafeteria with his thumb. "You know, you can also buy food from the cafeteria. Or you can even leave and get some, you are a teacher." Incubux added, he could remember his own Dad doing that a few times.

"NO, i juSt DOn't EaT." Erratum said, not seeing anything wrong with it. Food to him is a choice, he doesn't need it to survive after all. He knew it was different to the others, but not too different in his mind. Sure, he looked up online about what Null and Void should be eating, but the rest? For all he knew other Monsters only needed to eat once a day or something. Teens and adult Monsters are different from children of course and not to mention that every type of Monster has different needs, so what did Erratum know? "DOn't ReaLLy lIKE tO anYWaY, EatINg iS a pAIN anD a WasTe oF tIme." Erratum sighed, thinking of all that time wasted for eating. By the time you finish the food, Erratum could have destroyed ten or more AU's if he didn't have to fight Inky. Now though, he focuses more on the kids, Granny G, and his online business. Why waste time eating? "bEsiDES, i ATe a FEw daYS agO. I shOUld bE fiNE FoR a WhILE." Erratum added in before he started on his way.

Incubux just watched his teacher walk away in horror before catching the eye of a equally horrified Undyne was was a few lockers down and heard everything. It was safe to say, the video of the first class and what they heard was passed around to their friends and other classmates by the time lunch ended that day.

That was the start of a whole mess of massive confusion, misunderstandings, assumptions, and drama of epic proportions that Erratum in no way wanted or be apart of. A simple thing in Erratum's mind is no way simple in others minds. What he sees as normal is not normal to others, he forgets this little piece of information frequently.

That is Erratum's problem in the end, he forgets what is normal and what is not and it just makes things so much worse.

But as a Monster that doesn't really care for his own life, what can you expect? Others are starting to see this and make their own assumptions for their questions.

These assumptions will lead to misunderstandings.

The misunderstandings will lead to confusion to all parties involved.

In the end, Erratum is going to wish that he quit while he had the chance when students and teachers of all kinds start acting funny around him. They think something is up with him, and that worries him deeply. Did they find out that he wasn't who he says he is?!

Emotions are going to run high, hearts and SOULS alike will break and heal, crushes will form and fade, love will come and change so much, and Erratum is going to slam his head into the wall and try to break his skull open to try and understand just what in hell is going on around him, he'll never understand teens much less the teachers.

Let the High School drama start.

Destiny save Erratum from hormonal teenagers and love struck teachers.

-End Chapter-

Right now, everyone is assuming what has happened to Erratum. They can't even think that he is a God - a forced one at that - that tried to commit suicide only to fail twice and land into their Multiverse via Destiny. No one is going to jump to that conclusion without proof standing them in the face. Heck! they wouldn't even think that with the proof singing and doing ballet right in front of them. Only if someone shows them and tells them are they going to know. Proof and the story right there in front of them.

Assumptions are going to run wild, abuse involved in almost every assumption. Like some students will think that Erratum had a abusive partner/lover while others think that his family messed him up. Maybe a mixture, but they all involve Erratum getting hurt because of all the scars on him. Rumors are going to spread about him because of all the students talking about him and the video that gets passed around, some will not be good of course.

The teachers all have their own thoughts on Erratum and why he is like the way he is. And some are keeping their eyes and ears open just in case, ready to get involved with the 'issue' at a moments notice if need be. I will go in more detail with the teachers and students in the next chapter. I will also show more on how the students get all over protective - Erratum's new protection squad! - over him.

Now I can't help but think of a teacher falling for Erratum, and if they have a kid, the kid being all like 'I don't think your good enough for Mr. Erratum.' much to their parent's shock. It would only get worse with the kid acting like a over protective shield, being like 'I'm watching you!' or 'You better not try anything funny with Mr. Erratum, he's too naive too see anything but I'm not!' and 'Mr. Erratum's too obvious to see it, but I'm not. Try anything and I don't care if your my parent, I will break every bone in your body and they won't be able to prove it.'

On that note, I still don't know who to pair up Erratum with in this story. But rest assured, he will not be paired up with a student. Some of the students may have crushes on him, causing drama with it, but he will not be paired up with a student.

I can add in new characters though to make things more interesting and different. Maybe a rival school filled with Swapped or Fell versions of themselves, bringing in their own drama when the meet Erratum. Love triangles or something, I don't know. I'll have to think on it.

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Grandma Gourcuff has passed away

My condolences to Christian, Yoann and Erwan.

May her new journey be peaceful.

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