Of Soulmates and Bonds - Errorink

4. Sure seems like we're becoming friends

Everything was still in Dusttale.

That was to be expected, after all, everyone was dead, and the one responsible was currently in the Omega Timeline, awaiting orders.

Suddenly, however, the Ruins were filled with voices. Two monsters had materialized from a glitchy portal, right over a golden flower bed.

"Wowza! What AU is this?" a blue clad skeleton asked, with (literally) starry eyes.
"𝓓σŇ't 𝕂ŇσⓌ, 𝓭σŇ't 𝓬ＡяＥ. ι נ𝕌şt ｐ𝐢𝓬𝕂Ｅ𝓭 t𝓱Ｅ ⓕ𝐢яşt Ｅ爪ｐt𝕪 σŇＥ ι ⓕσ𝕌Ň𝓭, şσ ⓌＥ 𝓬ＡŇ tяＡѶＥ𝔩 ⓕＡşt ＡŇ𝓭 Ňσt Ⓦσяя𝕪 Ａᵇσ𝕌t ＡŇ𝕪σŇＥ Ｅ𝔩şＥ 𝐢Ň σ𝕌я ⓌＡ𝕪.(Don't know, don't care. I just picked the first empty one I found, so we can travel faster and not worry about anyone else in our way.)" responded his companion, a black boned glitch. He started walking quickly.
"Oh man, it's my first time in another AU, I wanted it to be more exciting!" the blue skeleton ran to catch up to him.
"ภＥＥ𝓭 ι яＥ爪𝐢Ň𝓭 𝕪σ𝕌 t𝓱Ａt t𝓱𝐢ş 𝐢ş Ňσt Ａ ⓕ𝕌Ň tя𝐢ｐ? үσ𝕌 𝓱ＡѶＥ Ａ נσᵇ tσ 𝓭σ #１１, ＡŇ𝓭 t𝓱Ａt נσᵇ 𝐢ş tσ ᵇя𝐢ŇＧ 爪Ｅ tσ t𝓱Ｅ ᗝ爪ＥＧＡ t𝐢爪Ｅ𝔩𝐢ŇＥ. ภσt𝓱𝐢ŇＧ 爪σяＥ.(Need I remind you that this is not a fun trip? You have a job to do #11, and that job is bring me to the Omega Timeline. Nothing more.)" If only teleporting didn't have such a short range, he'd just wrap #11 in his strings, teleport to the Barrier and be done with this whole thing.

The blue skeleton put his left hand on his hip and turned to the other, while they both kept walking. "Well mister, that's not a good attitude to have. I'll have you know, everything can become an adventure with the right framing! Imagine" he swiped his right hand in the air "Two brave souls traveling in an unfamiliar world, to stop an heartless tyrant and save the Multiverse! Mwehehe! That does sound exciting, doesn't it- wait, did you call me Number Eleven?"

"t𝓱Ａt'ş Ⓦ𝓱Ａt 𝕪σ𝕌 ＡяＥ(That's what you are)" the other answered "ａᵇσ爪𝐢ŇＡt𝐢σŇ #１１.̶̣̿(Abomination #11)"
The blue skeleton paused a bit and then said: "You know, I just realized we never introduced ourselves! I'm the Magnificent Sans! What's your name?"
"..."
"You can also call me Blueberry, or Blue for short. That's my Multiverse nickname, I use it so people don't confuse me with other Sanses!".

The black boned skeleton glared at Blueberry and grumbled: "ι'爪 乇яяσя.(I'm Error.)" He looked at the other, expecting a reaction. Blue simply smiled and said: "Cool name!"

The two walked in silence for a bit. Error noticed a lot of dust laying around, and realized where they were.

"Sooooo..." #11 simply didn't know when to shut up. "you're the Destroyer."
"үＥş.(Yes)"
"You... destroy AUs."
"ιt'ş 𝕂𝐢Ň𝓭Ａ t𝓱Ｅ Ⓦ𝓱σ𝔩Ｅ ｐσ𝐢Ňt σⓕ t𝓱Ｅ נσᵇ.(It0s kinda the whole point of the job)"
"Right right. Why do you do it, though?"
"𝕎𝓱𝕪?(Why?)" Error turned toward the other. #11 seemed genuinely curios, so he decided to humor him.
"ᗷＥ𝓬Ａ𝕌şＥ Ａ𝔩𝔩 σⓕ 𝕪σ𝕌я ｐяＥ𝓬𝐢σ𝕌ş ａ𝓾ş ＡяＥ נ𝕌şt Ｇ𝔩𝐢t𝓬𝓱Ｅş 𝐢Ň t𝓱Ｅ ş𝕪ştＥ爪, ⓕяＥＡ𝕂 Ａ𝓬𝓬𝐢𝓭ＥŇtş t𝓱Ａt ş𝓱σ𝕌𝔩𝓭Ň't Ｅ𝐗𝐢şt. t𝓱Ｅ𝕪 𝕂ＥＥｐ şｐＡⓌŇ𝐢ŇＧ ＡŇ𝓭 爪𝕌𝔩t𝐢ｐ𝔩𝕪𝐢ŇＧ ＡŇ𝓭 tＡ𝕂𝐢ŇＧ 𝕌ｐ şｐＡ𝓬Ｅ 𝐢Ň t𝓱Ｅ 𝓂𝕌𝔩t𝐢ѶＥяşＥ. үσ𝕌 яＥＡ𝔩𝔩𝕪 t𝓱𝐢Ň𝕂 t𝓱Ａt t𝓱Ａt şｐＡ𝓬Ｅ 𝐢ş 𝐢Ňⓕ𝐢Ň𝐢tＥ? ιt 𝐢şŇ't, ＡŇ𝓭 şσσŇＥя σя 𝔩ＡtＥя Ａ𝔩𝔩 σⓕ σ𝕌я яＥＡ𝔩𝐢t𝕪 Ⓦ𝐢𝔩𝔩 𝓬σ𝔩𝔩ＡｐşＥ. ι 𝓭Ｅ𝓬𝐢𝓭Ｅ𝓭 tσ tＡ𝕂Ｅ Ａ𝓬t𝐢σŇ. ιt'ş Ａ t𝓱ＡŇ𝕂𝔩Ｅşş נσᵇ, ᵇ𝕌t şσ爪ＥσŇＥ 𝓱Ａş tσ 𝓭σ 𝐢t.(Because all of your precious AUs are just glitches in the system, freak accidents that shouldn't exist. They keep spawning and multiplying and taking up space in the Multiverse. You really think that that space is infinite? It isn't, and sooner or later all of our current reality will collapse. I decided to take action. It's a thankless job, but someone has to do it.)"
"Does that mean that you do it because you have to? That you don't like it?" #11 sounded so hopeful, thinking he was some misunderstood soul. Error took great pleasure in proving him wrong.
"ιt'ş 爪𝕪 נσᵇ, ᵇ𝕌t 𝕪σ𝕌 𝕂ŇσⓌ Ⓦ𝓱Ａt t𝓱Ｅ𝕪 şＡ𝕪: 𝓭σ Ⓦ𝓱Ａt 𝕪σ𝕌 ℓ.ᗝ.𝐯.乇, ＡŇ𝓭 𝕪σ𝕌'𝔩𝔩 ŇＥѶＥя Ⓦσя𝕂 Ａ 𝓭Ａ𝕪 𝐢Ň 𝕪σ𝕌я 𝔩𝐢ⓕＥ.(It's my job, but you know what they say: do what you L.O.V.E., and you'll never work a day in your life.)" He then gave the abomination a smile full of teeth, like that of a shark.
#11 look freaked out, but he was stubborn.
"The Antivoid is your home."
Subtle change of subject.
"үＥş.(Yes.)" he answered curtly.
"It's nice, very spacey!"
"ι Ｇ𝕌Ｅşş.(I guess)"
"Were you born there?"
"ι 𝓭σŇ't 𝕂ŇσⓌ.(I don't know)" He didn't like where the conversation was going.
"What does that m-"
"รtσｐ Ａş𝕂𝐢ŇＧ Ａᵇσ𝕌t t𝓱Ａt.(Stop asking about that)"