#underverse blue

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Double stitched - Rewrite

Chapter 10

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He felt himself shiver as he reluctantly woke up. It was so warm and comfortable when he fell asleep, arms wrapped around him, blankets over them. His head on his human’s chest, the best pillow in any multiverse in his opinion. Now he felt so cold, shivering heavily. 

He couldn’t feel the soft fabric of the shirt nor the shorts he had borrowed. He couldn’t feel the weight of all the blankets that they had cuddled underneath. Couldn’t feel the give of Strings’ old mattress. He couldn’t even feel where Strings was, no limbs wrapped around him or a head over his own. He couldn’t smell the comforting aroma of chocolate and chicken.

It felt like he slept wrong, his spine sore as if sleeping on hard rock. His legs were curled close, and his own arms wrapped around his midsection. The uncomfortable scratch of his old worn clothes rubbing harshly across all the scars on his bones.

Slowly, his sockets opened, and he was greeted with blinding white light.

He was back in the Antivoid… his Antivoid.

Looking up, he hoped with all his unstable soul to not see anything, but, in the white sky blue threads crossed infinitely, dolls and souls of all kinds forever trapped in the nearly unbreakable thread.

No… no! It wasn’t fair, he finally got his happy end- for fuck’s sake, he finally got better, he finally broke away from being a living war machine.

Slowly, the voices began to talk again, none of them helping. He pushed all the noise away, ignoring them.

Quietly, he sat up, and let his skull fall into his hands, wishing Strings was here with him. The stupid little human always knew how to make him feel better. Glitch pushed his head into his scarf, pulling it up all the way to hide from the world.

He finally let go of all his rage at his multiverse, his morals changed.

“Error?” A finger poked, along with an annoyingly familiar voice, “Wow, never thought I’d see you again! Where’ve ya been?! Pretty sure I would’ve notice ya sitting here all mopily before.”

“...Go away, paInT spLaTTER. ‘M nOT In tHE mOOd foR yOuR buLL.” Glitch sighed, taking a moment to remember his own name.

“Stars, you’ve changed, for a second I thought Fresh was here too! You never censor yourself- I think that’s the least threatening thing you’ve ever said to me!” Ink laughed, a soft thud accompanying his words, the stupid ink stain probably sitting down near Glitch, “Actually, where have ya been?”

Error paused for a moment. He had been gone? Physically gone if what Ink said was right?

“...jusT a LItTLe gETaway pLacE, HOw LOng?” Glitch pulled down his scarf, seeing that Ink’s outfit had changed, but nothing else had.

“How long what?”

“yOu… uGH,” Glitch dragged his hand down his skull, “HOw LOng HavE I bEEn gOnE?”

Ink almost spoke without hesitation, surprisingly, but then he searched through his scarf and then pulled a bunch of small notepads out of nowhere.

He’d been in the other multiverse for nearly two years… there’s no way he could’ve slept that long, but, why would he dream of a world so different? Yes, his multiverse and the other multiverse shared some commons, but for the most part, everyone was so different. While it seemed like Ink and Cross switched, Cross still acted somewhat like himself, and at the same time acted like his own person- sadly he couldn’t say much on how the other Ink acted…

Nightmare and Dream were supposedly switched, but Nightmare was way more relaxed then Glitch’s Dream, and somehow way crazier. Yes, the other Nightmare was similar to the corrupted piece of tar in his drama and style, but they were still different. Nightmare was still his own person. Once again, he couldn’t say anything for the other Dream, but, he seemed like a much tamer version of his Glitch’s Nightmare from the glimpse he got when he first arrived.

Then, he and Blue were supposed to be swapped… he just couldn’t match that up well. Strings is so drastically different from Glitch, it was crazy to think they were both Errors in one sense or another. Then, the Blue’s in his multiverse are so different from the Blue he had dated. Even the weird yandere Swaps weren’t close to the Blue he was with, similar, yes, but still off by a long shot. It makes Glitch think about what happened to make that Blue such a manipulating narcissist.

“You’ve been gone for… about a year and a half, maybe two? My notes aren’t giving me anything specific. Give or take since it looks like I forgot for a few weeks then remembered again and started searching again.”  Ink explained, laughing a bit, “You kinda scared the multiverse there, Glitchy-”

“DOn’T-On-On’T caLL-aLL me T-TH-THaT!” Glitch snarled, glitching heavily. That was Strings’ nickname for him, only for Strings to use, no one else. He doesn’t care if it was a dream or not, that was only his human’s nickname.

“Alright, alright- no nicknames. Uh, what was I saying?” The squid brain started to search through his notes again as if that would give him an answer, “Right! You scared the multiverse for a while there, first few months everyone thought you were gonna tear up what was left of the multiverse. At least ya didn’t!” Ink gave a wide soulless smile, still slightly creeping out Glitch.

“I nEEd tO TaLk tO DREam… oR NigHTmaRE.” Ink cocked his head in silent confusion, “dO yOu knOw wHeRE tHEy aRE?”

“Hmmm...” Ink seemed to think for a second, “Nope! Gotta go though!”

He forgot how utterly un-helpful Ink was. Sighing, he thought of a way to find them. He wasn’t that smart, but maybe he could think of something? Nightmare and Dream were guardians or something of positivity and negativity, right? They can go to any place that has their area of emotions.

He already felt bad at it was, nothing to comfort him. His clothing didn’t even feel like his anymore. It wasn’t stained with the smell of chicken or had small bits of dye from pranks that Cross and Nightmare had pulled on him or even a stain from when he tried eating normal food for the first time.

What were some more happy AUs that he had access to and or wouldn’t get found immediately? Haventale… but maybe not, Undertale was probably neutral, Candytale could be pretty happy if you got sugar high, then again. Maybe not. Underswap really was the best place, but there shouldn’t be many timelines left after he destroyed things, or maybe the creators made more after his absence? It was hard to say.

Walking through a glitching portal, he kept reminding himself that even if he ran into a swap sans, they should be and would be nothing like the Blue he was with. Yet, once he caught sight of the universe’s Blue, he just couldn’t do it. There were too many memories, to much pain tied to the person. He couldn’t even think of the name Blue as innocent anymore.

Pitifully, he scurried back to his Antivoid and curled back into his ball. Let Nightmare come find him for all he cared.

“You decided to finally show your face again? Can’t say I wanted to see your atrocious face again, but I would like to know where in the multiverse you’ve been.” An oily voice asked, ranting for a moment, before getting to the point.

“HeLLo tO yOu ToO, OcTOpus.” Glitch sarcastically replied, he really didn’t need any of Nightmare’s help right now, “YOu’vE saId yOuR spEEcH, can I gO back tO bEIng a sad sack Of cRap nOw?” Glitch uncurled a little, just in case he needed to fight.

The self-proclaimed King of negativity looked around for a moment as if trying to find someone then gave the most questioning look he could with his single eye. “YEaH, yEaH, I knOw I’m nOT gIvIng as many InsuLTs oR cuRsIng as much, yada yada, LEavE mE aLOnE.”

“At least you kept your sarcasm, now, once more, where in the multiverse have you been?” The living oil spill asked, walking in circles around the errored skeleton. Like he was going to find something telling of where he’s been.

“A gETaway pLacE, nOw LEavE mE aLOnE.”

“That’s hard to believe,” Nightmare scoffed, finally giving it a rest and using his tendrils to make a miniature throne across from Glitch, “If that were the case, which it is not from what I can tell, I would’ve felt you negativity lessen.” Glitch just shrugged his shoulder’s, “You’re a living ball of hate, so much so I can feel it across the mutliverse, or at least used to be that way... If you went somewhere to relax, that hatred would’ve slowly diminished.”

Nightmare’s single eye dug into his soul, too familiar and too much like Blue to be comfortable, and he seemed to be calculating everything as he talked. “I wouldn’t have felt your entire negative presence disappear in an instant. Unless your getaway is spending time with Dream and you’ve been affected by his aura for two fucking years, I sincerely doubt your story.”

“YOu wOuLdn’T bELIEvE mE If I TrIEd,” Glitch shook his head, “EvEn I dOn’T bELIEvE mE.”

“Please, I deal with idiots for a team that find more entertainment in chopping off their limbs than reading a book, I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t heard before.” The negative guardian rolled his pupil dramatically while the errored skeleton cringed at the mental image.

“I was In a dIffEREnT muLTIvERsE, whERE mOsT Of us OuTcOdEs sTiLL ExIsTEd, buT as humans and swappEd arOund.” 

“...For a moment I thought you finally regained your sanity, but, instead you managed to surprise me and somehow became even more demented and deranged.” Glitch gave no comment “…You seriously expect me to believe the bullshit you’re spewing?”

“ThE OthER NigHTmaRE was jusT as dRamaTIc as yOu, samE sTyLE, way LEss EducaTEd, buT basIcaLLy tHE samE.” Glitch shrugged, just continuing to talk to help time go by until the dark King inevitably leaves.

“You really are off your rocker, Glitch.” The destroyer sat and took it, just quietly waiting for the dark King to finally leave.

“Do yOu knOw whERE DREam Is?”

“Why would you think I know about his whereabouts?” Nightmare snarled, getting up from his makeshift throne and preparing to leave.

“ ‘CausE I LEaRnEd fROm tHE OthER yOu THaT yOu’RE tHE kInd Of pERsOn tO sTaLk sOmEOnE and LEaRn THeiR scHEduLE jusT tO avOId THEm.”

“...You think I’d lend you that information without a deal?” The negative guardian turned to face Glitch, arms crossed.

“Do yOu wanT tHE muLTIvERsE tO knOw THaT yOu and DREam OncE LOOkEd LIkE IdEnTIcaL TwIns? Ink cOuld sET a new gOssIp REcORd wiTH HOw fasT hE’d spREad THaT-” Nightmare actually growled at that statement, quickly turning back around.

“He doesn’t keep as much of a set schedule anymore, your best bet is Haventale... Rumor is that he’s settled there with that traitor Cross as his personal guard.” Then the dark King disappeared.

Chapter notes: 

Rewatched Underverse 0.4 to make sure I got some details right, and I love how Nightmare and Killer just sit back while Ink has his speech completely untouched by everything and looking like they wished they had popcorn.

Dreamswap belongs to @onebizarrekai

Cross and Underverse belong to @jakei95

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Dream and Nightmare belong to @jokublog

Ink belongs to @comyet

haventale belongs to @deoxyrebornicleic

candytale belongs to @candy-undertale

Blue belongs to the community

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Double stitched - Rewrite

Chapter 13

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The next day a dozen guards came to collect him again, taking him to a sciency room where they hooked him up to monitors and things of the like, adding another pair of bracelets. They took notes and talked about his magic and level, stressing over how nothing happened and confused as to why the bracelets didn’t affect Glitch anymore.

Idiots, the lot of them.

They added another pair, and another, his arms growing heavy with the metal. Soon they ran out of room on his forearms and began to click the shackles around his ankles. Meanwhile, the destroyer just kept laughing internally, just like everything else, he grew a resistance to them.

He would run away right now, but that gives the risk of running into Ink in the building, and maybe this multiverses Dream. Even if he managed to get out despite all the weight on him, he doesn’t know where Strings and them are, and there’s the additional risk of running into Blue.

Right now, contrary to what the guards and scientists would think, he’s in no pain. Dream asked him if “it” hurt, not if the bracelets hurt, or if using magic hurt. Truthfully, the bracelets were just heavy accessories now, no pain. However, lifting his hands with all the weight did hurt a little. 

He’s relatively safe here, there is always the possibility of something happening, but, in due time, the meme squad is guaranteed to get him out. Just like every time Nightmare and Cross are captured, and Strings’ came to get them, they would come for Glitch. They would. They had to... right? Even if it’s been months, they had to. They were going to. He just had to wait.

Then the scientists began to ask dumb questions. Glitch may not be the smartest and wasn’t anywhere close to his Nightmare, or this multiverses Dream, but he knew a dumb question. 

How do you eat? How do you breathe? How do you see? How are you alive? How is your LV so high? How did you get here?

Guess they haven’t seen a monster before, although, admittedly, he didn’t know the answer to the last question.

Eventually, they moved on from the questions and began to try and study his body, however, they were quick to take the hint that he was a no-touch exhibit. They tried to compare him to a model of a human skeleton but were quick to understand that to Glitch, the model was naked.

He quickly grew bored of the scientists studying him, thankfully at a distance, and just began to knit again, letting a chuckle escape as the scientists watched him pull the string out of his skull through his eye. That alone would be weird for a skeleton, but what was truly funny, was the looks on their faces when despite ten cuffs on each arm and leg, he was still using magic.

Hours later, the took off all the cuffs except two, allowing him to actually walk around again without dragging his feet-and took him back to that dimly lit room that Dream had interrogated him in.  The winged skeleton already waiting for him, the recorder next to him again and this time a note pad with him as well.

The chained his feet, and then loosely chained his hands.

“Forty… Forty magic repressors, and you could still use magic.” Dream sighed, eyes closed, “I thought six repressors hurt you, how?”

“YOu askEd If iT HuRT, tHE wEIGhT HuRT, buT nOT tHE cUffs.” The CEO looked gobsmacked, eyes small and practically boiling with anger, “MoRE quEsTIOns TOday, rIGHT?”

The other sighed, putting his head in his hands. A deep breath in and he pushed his unnaturally blonde hair back the circlet clinking a little against his forehead.

“Yes, let’s get started.” Dream moved the note pad in front of him, pencil in hand, and began the recorder again, “How did you get here?”

“nO cLuE.” The guardian looked ready to strangle him right then and there, “My Ink, much mORE annOyIng THan yOuRs fROm wHaT NIgHT’s TOLd mE, bOund mE and tHREw mE ThROuGH a pORTaL TOwaRds tHE End Of tHE X-EvEnT InTo my AnTIvOId. I cOuLdn’T gET OuT Of ThE bInds sO I jusT fELL asLEEp, thEn I wOkE up hERE In yOuR AnTIvOId. THaT’s aLL I knOw.” Glitch shrugged, summoning the dull bones again and beginning to knit, nearly done with his blanket, maybe he could try adding more designs to it? Maybe like the stars in… nothing from Outertale. He’ll just leave it blank, more comforting that way.

“The X-event?”

“THaT dIdn’T happEn hERE? LamE.”

“What exactly was the X-event?”

“The X-EvEnT was tHE sTupId namE CROss gavE iT, basIcaLLy my CROss was buTT HuRT abOuT LOsIng hIs AU, sO hE TEaREd up a buncH of OThERs tO gET THeIr cOdE and rEbuILd hIs Own. SOmEhOw my Ink pLayEd InTO iT? I dIdn’T rEaLLy caRE tO LIsTEn. JusT anOTHeR fIGHt bETwEEn OuTcOdEs.” Glitch shrugged again, not really caring too much for the conversation.

“So outcodes are a thing in your multiverse as well?” The destroyer nodded, “What of your Nightmare? Is he an outlaw? Is there a version of me in your multiverse?”

“YOu’RE On THe Run, nOT OuTLawEd, buT On tHE Run fOR yOuR LIfE.” Dream looked surprised, “My NiGHTmaRE is cORRupTEd, a TaR-cOvEREd skELETOn wITH TEndRILs, hE TORuREs tHE dIffEREnT AUs and Has His LackEys.” Dream seemed confident hearing the answer, as if he already knew Nightmare was no good.

“What of Ink? Or maybe Blue and Cross?”

Glitch flinched for a moment, hearing the second name… even in the dream he had, a year after he left that bastard, he was still afraid. Afraid of being stuck in such a mentally taxing and painful environment.

“Ink’s ThE guaRdIan Of AUs, B-BLuE Isn’T an OuT-OuTcOdE, jusT anOTHeR-ER sans In anOtHER s-swap AU, CROss was jusT a sans Of sOmE AU bEfORE tHE X-EvEnT, I dOn’T knOw wHaT’s happEnEd tO THEm nOw.” Glitch spoke shakily, glitching, mind still focusing on Blue, his voice evening out towards the end. At least he finished the blanket.

“On the topic of Blue,” Glitch cringed, pulling his finished blanket closer, a small comfort… the thread reminding so much of strings, the thread his human loved to use, all the quilts they would cuddle under. Happy place… happy place… “We made a deal under the pretenses that I would get Nightmare, Cross, and our Error-”

“StRIngs.”

“...That I would get Nightmare, Cross, and Strings, returning you to Blue after he gave the information of your location.” Glitch held the blanket tighter, he would fight out of here right now if Dream was giving him back to Blue, fuck everything, he could find Strings’ on his own. “However,” A small piece of hope, “Since everything didn’t go to according to plan, we’ll be keeping you instead.”

The dark skeleton sat in silence, unsure of what to feel, relief? Relief sounds good. His clutch on the blanket lessened.

“I’m going to give you two options: One: wait for your trial and rot in that cell, with the slightest possibility of Nightmare and his team saving you. Or, two: You work under me and we can dismiss the trial altogether.” The destroyer gave a confused expression, “The work will be simple, as our organization mainly focus’ on ridding the multiverse of its evils, multiverse level groups that pillage or AUs run by tyrants are some examples. Just like any other worker, you will be given pay, have your room, and you will eat with us in the dining hall.”

“No sTRIngs aTTacHEd?”

“Only one, pledge allegiance to justice-to JR.” Dream extended his hand, “That means disconnecting yourself from Nightmare, and no longer being apart of his little group of outlaws.”

Glitch didn’t know what to do, Nightmare Cross and Strings have helped him so much, this would just betray them all over again. It would mean betraying his lover, his human.

Yet, this would protect him, and possible the meme squad too. If they ever got caught, Glitch could help them escape… he could act as if he was a part of JR and secretly search for them; possibly run away to them.

It would be the safest way to get out…

Glitch covered his phalanges with the blanket and shook Dream’s hand.

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The room he was given was definitely an upgrade, Dream escorting him to it and talking more about JR along the way, how Error would be working with Ink for the beginning to get used to how they did missions.

The room had several tall bookshelves and a large full bed, a few armchairs, and couches sat around a coffee table, another door leading to a small patio, and a final door leading to the bathroom.

Then Dream properly introduced him to Ink, neither of them were too keen on meeting, or even a handshake. At least they could agree on that. Soon after Glitch got to spare with Dream and Ink, thoroughly enjoying being able to use his magic again.

He nearly forgot the thrill of a fight, not a verbal one, a physical one where he throws bones and uses his blasters, at least this Dream was a good fighter.

The first day as apart of JR flew by him, and by the end of the day, he had several pairs of work clothes and his very own JR pin.

As he lay down in bed, suddenly everything felt as cold as the cell. He felt his soul squeeze. It didn’t matter if he got a room upgrade, or was able to fight again, or if he was apart of JR. He was still alone. He still didn’t have strings.

It was nearly sunrise by the time Glitch fell asleep, clutching the knitted blanket with dried tears down his skull.

Dreamswap belongs to @onebizarrekai

Cross and Underverse belong to @jakei95

Dream and Nightmare belong to @jokublog

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Ink belongs to @comyet

Blue belongs to the community

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Double stitched (part 7)

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  “Are you positive this information is correct?”

  “Aren’t you the positive one here?” The opposing’s voice was filled with play as he taunted the other, “ But yes, if you can’t tell already, he wrote it down himself.”

  “I have proven many a time that I don’t have time for jokes, by chance do you know where he is? It would make it faster to get him back to you- that is, if he isn’t as powerful as you say.” The other spoke as he walked out of his office to give the paper to his investigation crew a few halls away.

  “Don’t forget our deal, Dream, he will live with me in the end. You may have him work for you, but the fly will always come back to its brilliant lamp, no matter how much it hurts.” There was a taunt in his voice when he conveyed their deal, although it was more venomous when he finished- with a hint of joy. It was a dark statement, befitting the personality of its owner.

  “Why is it that everyone that has a close mentality to me controls the people around them?” Dream expressed saying his thoughts aloud, “However that is not the point currently, you didn’t answer my question.”

  “I wouldn’t be walking with you if I didn’t.”

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  “Uh… GUYS. THERE’S A JR VAN OUTSIDE.” Panic clear in Cross’s voice. The other three stopped playing the video game, immediately panicking as well.

  All quickly ran to get the few clothes and belongs they had from their rooms, aside from Glitch who just grabbed the blanket and pillow he had been lent.

  All the while the crew that had been sent crashed through the door, Glitch ran up the stairs in a panic- but never made it.

  “Where is he?! He should’ve got here by now!”  Nightmare, Cross, and Strings were waiting in Night’s room for Glitch to come so they could go through a portal, but when the finally heard someone coming up the stairs- a JR official came in instead.

  Panicking even more now, they made a random portal and ran, to go through another and get to their destination. The lone house on the vast county stood still, awaiting its new guests, but only three of the four would be staying there.

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  “At last, we meet. I’m going to skip most casualties and get down to business.” Glitch opened his eyes, he was locked up in a high-security investigation room, across from him was Dream- not his but somewhat alike to what he knew as his. Strait to business, the appearance only somewhat similar but the personalities verily similar.

  “Am I permitted to ask what business? I’m not saying anything about Nightmare-” Dream raised his hand to show Glitch to stop talking

  “I’m not here to talk about that,” Dream smiled, “that’s for a later date. First, since this would be confusing otherwise, do you have something specific I can call you? After all, I can’t call you Error 2.”

  “Glitch.”

  “I have a feeling that suits your personality, now, here’s the real business I wish to talk about-”

  “You really act like my Dream, ya know that?”

  “Don’t interrupt, but I would suppose that true- even if you’re multiverse is most likely swapped to this. The first issue I want to talk about is your role in your world and the tale of the two brothers, or however they call it in your world.”

  “Simple enough, you’re on the run, Nightmare’s a dark goopy skeleton with a group of bad guys that he uses to feed off of the AUs negativity. Their names are Cross, Killer, Horror, and Dust- although I believe that Killer is his right hand. I don't have a part of it in my universe because I go around destroying AUs, I live alone in the anti-void. Does that sum it up enough? I could elaborate.”

  “Are there any other differences between this multiverse and yours? And can you elaborate on yourself- power-wise.”

  “Cross’s universe was destroyed because of his human and Ink has a thing called the X-event that involves a tool called overwrite which is kind of like a reset, Ink used it to Bring X-Tales Gaster back. Ink and I constantly battle for the AUs, he’s the God of Creation and I the God of Destruction.

  “The other thing as my power, right?” Dream nodded, “ My Lv is maxed out and my health is high and in the thousands- I can use strings to control you or shatter your soul in seconds. I can also use Bone attacks as well as Blasters, happy?”

  “Anything else? No other changes? I was honestly hoping Blue isn’t as bad as he is in your universe.”

  “Oh, right. The blue in my universe is known as the most innocent and nicest person you can find, believe it or not, we even nick-named him blueberry.” Dream was shocked, a puzzled expression on his face

  “Wha… how?” a short “hm?” came from Glitch, “How can Blue be innocent and nice?”

  “Because whatever happened your blue didn’t happen to mine, he should be on the surface living with his brother and Chara in UnderSwap right now if I’m correct.”

  “Okay I’m going to need to track down Blue later, Final order of business: I’m giving you three choices. This can go almost any way you want, it just depends on how you react to each choice and what you choose.”

  “So… about 6 outcomes, got it.” Dream looked at him confused, “You react to something negatively or positively and there are three choices. I’m smarter than I look.”

  “Alright then, 4 choices- one depending on your IQ. One, I throw you in a high-security cell and your… Friends can get you by turning themselves in. Two, you join my Justice division and live here instead- or with Blue because apparently, he believes you’re going to end up back in his arms. Three, You go back and live with Blue after more interrogation-”

  “Yeah, three is definitely a no.”

  “That’s what I thought, and four, you join my investigation unit. It’s more technicality and thinking outside problems, we could use a mind like yours. Using a criminal to find a criminal. So which will it be…?”

  “What quirks are there?”

  “To elaborate, the high-security cells are specially made and need special access or high authority to get into the cuffs and the cell itself traps and drains the prisoners magic as well- they’ve been highly useful for people with your capability that won’t cooperate. The justice division is used to disband or take care of others that threaten positivity, you would get a room here or as I said earlier you could live elsewhere. The investigation unit is simple enough, you’d be placed based on your IQ and similar to option two you would get your own room. And I already elaborated on that otherwise, so, once again- which do you choose?”

  “Can I have time to think?”

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  “Where could he be?! He’s not at the house or Outertale, did JR get him?” Strings was frantic, he did care for him after all… as a friend.

  “You sound like you lost your husband.” Nightmare stated, Strings gave Night a glare- although there was a visible blush on his face. “Sorry, jokes aside, Probably. But knowing Dream before anything he’s gonna give Glitch the ‘Join us’ speech.”

  “What if he joins?” Cross interrupted

  “Depends,” Nightmare answered, “He might join because Dream convinced him, or he could join to protect us.”

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  “I’ve decided.”

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Underverse and Cross belong to @jakei95

Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Ink belongs to @comyet

Blue belongs to the undertale community

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Double stitched

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  I gave both of them nicknames to make it easier for writing and reading purposes. UV!Error will go by Glitch and DS!Error will go by Strings.

Warnings: Swearing(Like, right off the bat)

   “Uh… who the fuck are you?”Glitch asked

 “I could ask you the same thing. I mean, you look like me but a bit different and you do sound almost exactly like me. But… you're not me. How?” Strings were at a loss for words. “This is so confusing.”

 He had been knitting in OuterTale, far from where Blue lived. It was a bit loud at the house with Nightmare & Cross being mad at each other again, they would start arguing whenever they met in the same room. And that was pretty often, so naturally, Strings wanted to get away for a bit. But he didn't expect this.

 “Well... I don’t know where the fuck I am, all I know is that Dream is a god with wings instead of Nightmare being a tentacle monster.”Glitch explained as he sat down next to Strings.

 “Wait. What? Are you like from a swapped version of our universe? And why would nightmare be a tentacle monster, he’s perfectly normal besides the prank wars he starts all the time.”

 “More like you’re the opposite on mine. I’m just hoping the X-event hasn’t happened here, or at least Ink isn’t an emotionless ass. I was battling Ink again in the void and then he teleports me away using his ink and then I’m outside a house in the Antivoid. This multiverse is weird…”

 “I assume you heard Cross and Nightmare yelling then? And I have no clue what the X-event is. Also yeah... Ink’s still an ass, he works for JR as an assassin. I only know him through Cross though, sorry I can’t tell you much more.” Strings informed as he went back to knitting what looked to be the start of another scarf. Glitch perked up seeing String knitting with such quality and speed, he himself knew how to knit but was usually destroying Aus so he didn’t really have time to.

 “You knit too? I mean, I can but not that well.” Glitch inquired, his curiosity being perked. This compliment caught Strings off guard, causing him to be a hit taken aback and blushy.

 “Y-yeah. I do, although I learned from blue. Thankfully he doesn't live close to here…”

Unknown to them, in another location…

 “FINE!” Nightmare yelled before sighing, “ I'm sorry I put color dye in your toothpaste… at least it was funny.”

 “You weren’t the one who had to brush the dye out for 3 hours…” Cross replied an annoyed look on his face, “Wait where’s Error?”

 “I thought he came back and was hanging out with you?” Nightmare questioned, looking up at the taller.

 “You mean he’s still not back from OuterTale? Doesn’t blue live there now? Wait how long has he been gone?!” They hurried into a portal going to the said AU to find Error… talking to Error? Cross and Nightmare looked at each other, both with the same confused expression. “Error? Who’s this?” Cross questioned, Glitch and Strings both looked over at him.

 “Oh! Hey Cross,” Strings then looked to see Nightmare standing next to him “Guess you two finally made up. And I'm not really sure how to explain who he is…” Strings looked at Glitch for help.

 “I think the best way to explain would be the blunt truth, I’m your Error from an alternate universe; One where Nightmare rules as king of Darkness and he ate 999 dark apples. We aren’t really friends there either, none of us are. Nightmare rules and gives everyone the cold shoulder, Cross works under him, and I live in the Antivoid alone; Doing whatever I want without limitation. Honestly, this Universe is all sorts of weird to me.” Cross and Nightmare just stared, unsure on how to take in everything this… other Error just said. Strings resolved the silence by getting up from the Rock they both were sitting on and walking over to his friends.

 “He’s not bad, guys, I trust him. And from what I've heard our stories are basically complete opposites aside from a few details. How about we take him back to the house and he can explain everything? He first showed up in the Antivoid after all. And if we don’t take him in, Blue or Dream will.” The two agreed to Strings reasoning and beckoned Glitch over to them, after talking a little more all 4 of them went into the portal.

DreamSwap belongs to @onebizarrekai

Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog

Cross and Underverse belong to @jakei95

Ink belongs to @comyet

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Blue belongs to... whoever he belongs to?

[secret-time-is-here]

Double stitched (Part 10)

Previous - First- Next - Rewrite

  Days abruptly became long to Error as he missed Strings more and more, yearning to be close to him again, craving the short kiss once more. If Error could do it again, he would’ve made it last hours.

  He was lovesick, he got on just to try the rollercoaster of love and ended up going for the tenth time, then 100th, and then 1,000th. The ride of thrill was so nerve-racking- but it was also addicting, and addiction pays a price. No matter what kind.

  “Glitch; is there a reason to why you’re radiating only love and loss? Did someone find a partner? Or are you simply missing a specific someone back home?” Dream and Error were walking back from another training, about to get more interrogation done, Error wasn’t about to say anything about his friends- but Dream insisted. He wanted to learn more of Error’s time in this multiverse as well as how Nightmare around him, most likely to use the information elsewhere- or to change Error’s perspective.

  “W-what kind of question is that?! And um… not exactly, just confessed to someone is all.” Error stopped in his tracks, “Wait what does that have to do with anything?!” Dream did not stop at this comment but instead continued to stroll down the hall, not even changing his speed to allow the other to catch up.

  Error had to sprint a bit to regain the yards he had lost on the taller and slightly older skeleton but did reach Dream after a minute or two of running down the hall. Dream may be old and mature, however, he did like the occasional teasing and jokes with his closer colleges.

  “Do you not enjoy teasing? Well, that’s not even a question when I think about it- it seems more like you hate even the slightest humor.  Although I am not one to judge, I don’t partake in it a lot myself.” Dream then made a sharp turn, heading down a hall with sound-proof windows and doors, each and everyone one being an interrogation room. A few had occupants, Dream nodded as a quick hello to his workers as he passed and they made it to the last room without confrontation. “I’m terribly sorry we still have to use these when it comes to the interrogation part, but even if you are my employee- I still have to acknowledge your criminal record.”

  “Right, where do you want to start? I mean, we could pick up from last time or start a new somewhere else.” Error sat down in the seat across from Dream, clearly uncomfortable with being in the same room as he was when he was first brought to JR, the same one where he betrayed his Friends and crush.

  Dream did not discourage Glitch’s obvious displeasure in being in the room, but he didn’t account for it either. This was a trivial matter for him, despite only doing it in the minority of his time alive and being CEO of JR.

  “Where we left off would be a good place to start, I believe we stopped when you left Strings and went to OuterTale to calm down.” Dream got his audio recorder and notepad out, taking notes and keeping track of everything would help him use these events in future scenarios, to help Error or get some payback on Blue.

  Error looked down, trying to remember the events. They had happened months ago after all.

  “O-okay… I mostly remember… crying a lot. Blue had found me and thought I was Strings… we talked for a bit and I had second thoughts on what Nightmare had said about him, I can’t recall exactly what he said… but It was something along the lines of me being tired and going to his apartment to sleep. I fell asleep out in the cold, and then I later woke up cuddling with Blue in his room.” The guardian cringed at the idea, not able to see anyone doing such things with the short prat.

  Error looked back up, seeing the other’s contorted face. He started to laugh a bit, it looked like Dream had just had poop shoved in front of his face. Even though you can’t move around a skull, it looked like the winged skeleton had pushed his face into his head, he had even scrunched up his naval bone in distaste- the face of a truly disgusted person.

  “Sorry, just the mental image of that alone is an abomination.” Dream relaxed his expression and turned back to serious look that said ‘no matter what you say or do, you won’t make me laugh’- and then spoke as if that transaction never even happened, “What happened after that? And how did react to being so close to another, due to your haphephobia I doubt you were calm about everything.”

   “Yeah, I didn’t expect it. I almost rebooted, almost. Blue took care of me for a few weeks after that, we grew a relationship too.” Error paused for a bit, thinking if he had missed any other details, “Uh… a romantic relationship.” Dream cringed again- but didn’t let it distract him from taking his notes.

   “Did Blue ever find out that you were from another multiverse? I would expect it to impact the relationship between you too.” Error remembered thinking it would, hating every minute that passed when he handed the tear-stained note to Blue that day.

  He expected Blue to hate him, tell him to get out and he would be left alone, heartbroken. Never did Error think the opposite would happen, that he would be happy with the results- but later his perspective on Blue changed.

  “He knew before we got together, he just took me as I was. Although once I admitted I liked him he changed from nice and kind to exploiting my trust for him. We went out the next day and we had an argument, he kissed me and I wasn't expecting it- nor was comfortable with it, so I rebooted.”

  “Are you implying that you have a choice in rebooting?” Dream was still taking notes, this was more or less a therapy session than anything else.

  “No, I don’t have any choice in it. It just happens when I’m not expecting touch or physical contact, or when I’m overwhelmed emotionally. I didn’t reboot when I woke up with Blue because my multiverse’s Blue and I were close. I guess I was conflicted because I knew it wasn’t my Blue- but my mind just saw the one from my multiverse and remembered being okay with touch from him.” He recalled the confusion that day, he saw a matured and older version of Blueberry- not the young hyper and innocent one he was used to.

   Blueberry was kind with him and they gradually grew friends despite Error having captured him. Glitch remembered often falling asleep in each other's arms in the large bean-bag that lay in his antivoid, then he would wake up the next morning with a happy little sans to wake him- not the manipulating person he woke up to that day.

  “Thank you for clearing that up, what happened after you rebooted?” Everything was calm now, no need to get mad at the past.

  “I confronted him about not being comfortable, he started talking about if I gave him a second chance that it’d be better- I told him I wanted to walk for a bit alone to think about my answer. I walked a bit away from Blue and got out of his ear-shot, then Nightmare appeared with Strings.

  “Strings started to explain what would happen if I gave Blue another chance- basically saying that if he got another chance everything would repeat again and again. Then Strings told me to play along and escape at night, and they’d be waiting for me not far away.” Finishing what felt like his life story, he felt the same relief he felt the day he left that under-world of a home.

  He remembered as soon as he locked Blue’s door and left to go through the cold night alone, he instantly felt a wave of freedom and joy wash over him. He recalled even skipping over to their meeting spot because of how happy he felt to be free.

  “Did you successfully escape? And did you ever find out how Blue felt about you escaping?”

  “Yes, I did escape and I went home after. We stayed that way for a few more months and then JR invaded and I ended up working for you. The night I came here Blue did visit me, he was upset- even expected an apology. I told him no and that I hated him, that I had moved on and I knew they reciprocated. I also told him that I knew he was from UnderSwap, he left not long after.”

  “That’s everything up until JR?” Error nodded, Dream stopped the recorder and put it back as well as the notepad. He started to walk out of the room, only stopping when he realized the other wasn’t following, “Come on, Dinner should be done by now, and if we may good on time- it should still be hot when we get there.” The shorter nodded again and followed the other out, happy with getting everything off his chest.

   But why did Dream care so much about him being with Blue?

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  “Back so soon Blue? It’s not even sunset, getting daring I see.” Dream was in his office doing paperwork as per usual, but despite that, his voice was playful- for once Dream had dirt on Blue. He had kept the notepad and audio recorder he had used during the interrogation in his office, even making a note where Blue’s part started.

  “The Lord of JR exited to his pain for once? I thought I was nothing more than… what did you call me again? That’s right, it was last month when you called me a childish, narcissistic, bonehead.” Blue’s expression was as playful as Dream’s voice, but both of their bodies showed a serious and stern conversation.

  The Lord's face was serious, and the blue figure’s voice copied such. Neither dared to move, Blue stood cross-armed in front of the desk and Dream sat safely behind it. They weren’t going to move, but that didn’t stop them from speaking.

  “I wasn't lying. Anyhow, what information do you have on me this time, I’m sure I can counter it.” Dream couldn’t help being excited, he should’ve kept his poker face together. Blue raised a skele-brow, intrigued by Dream’s childish behavior and wide smile, but accepted it- doubting the CEO of such a large company had a past time of figuring out secrets that he’d never find the answers to.

  “Are you so sure? I have some pictures of you being very unprofessional with Ink, right-hand man being upgraded to the right hand of your bed?”

  “It’s called a movie-night, Blue. Tell me you got something better, if I’m using such a low method of getting back at you for years worth of your games- I want it to be worth it.”

  Blue was shocked, what could Dream have on him? None of his clients knew him on a personal level, and he owned no friends. How did this winged grandpa know one of his well-kept secrets?

  Dream put his poker face back together, waiting for Blue’s answer. If his face was shocked that meant well for him. It was hard to get anything on the CEO of JR, so most of the time Blue had to bring multiple small pieces of information to accommodate for not having anything good.

  Blue stepped forward and showed off the pictures he had acquired, no question it was Ink and Dream having fun together in Dream’s room on what was clearly his bed.

  Dream’s room wasn’t anything different from anyone else’s but there were two big things that set them apart. The room was a deal larger than the normal and on his headboard sat the crust of Jr, It had been burned into the wood so it could never be drastically hurt, and it was still there after almost 200 years.

  The insignia was clear in the picture- Dream laying against the headboard that held it, Ink was relaxing on the other side at the edge of the bed cross-legged, it looked like both of their focus was elsewhere -as Dream had said, they were watching a movie- but they were still clearly talking. In the picture Dream wore a matching pair of pajamas that held JR’s logo as a pattern as well as a bright yellow robe, Ink not caring for a good image was wearing gray shorts and a muddy tank top.

  Nothing else was really seen in the picture, there was a bowl of popcorn between the two and the case of the movie, so you couldn’t assume anything else of it. Dream looked back up at Blue his expression was still playful, Dream sighed and put aside the photos.

  “You can clearly tell wearing watching a movie, Blue. Please tell me you got something better.” Dream kept his smile wide, with the evidence he had- he could get Glitch to charge Blue with kidnapping.

  Blue’s smile disappeared, and then he did as well.

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  Early wake-up, another mission for Error to tag along for. The mission was planned for later, but the criminals had gone off the charts and they needed to search for them before they could do anything to hurt their AU or any others.

  Hurring to get dressed and grab his sword he rushed out of his room, heading for the meeting room where he found only Dream present.

  It was apparent that he hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before because grey circles lay under his eyes, and he slightly swayed as he stood reading papers of where the culprits were last seen.

 “Boss?” Dream looked up noticing Error there. Dream rubbed his eye sockets trying to get the tiredness off his expression and body language, “Did you get any sleep last night? How late were you up doing paperwork?” True his heart belonged to another, but he still cared for his Boss, and this Boss happened to be a close friend and colleague.

  “I got enough,” The Lord saw Error’s unbelieving expression, “Blue walked into my office and started stunting my work as well, so I’m not of full blame. But I don’t think we’ll be seeing him for a while.” Before Error could question why everyone else in their unit flooded into the room and got their quick breakfast before heading into their separate squad vans.

  Hours had passed and they had finished, but Dream did not go back in the same van as before. He was standing beside one of the squad cars that generally held their prisoners, although this raised some questions. The car that held the criminals they had captured already went back to JR, why did they have a second one?

  One look held his answer.

  Inside the van was Nightmare, Cross, and Strings.

DreamSwap belongs to @onebizarrekai

Dream and Nightmare belong to @jokublog

Ink belongs to @comyet

Underverse belongs to @jakei95

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Blue belongs to the undertale community

[floaty-loafy]

Sad blue just because underverse got the feels and I am excited to see Jakei's future creations.