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28th July 20XX
The sound of the door bell awoke Geno from his slumber. Hesitantly, Geno opened his eyes, and looked at the clock, '9:23...? I swear if it's Reaper I'm gonna kill him' Geno thought angrily, getting out of bed. Without changing out of his pajamers, Geno headed straight to the door, prepared to beat the living hell out of whoever thought it would be a good idea to wake him at 9 o'clock in the morning.
Once Geno reached the door, and was ready to beat up whoever was behind the door, Geno slowly opened it, then, a look of surprise flashed across his facial features.
"Happy birthday uncle Geno!" Gradient shouted happily. Behind him, were also; Error, Reaper, Fresh, and Paperjam. "huh? birthday...?" Geno questioned, Reaper laughed, "Remember? it's the 28th today" Reaper reminded him, Error nodded, "yeah, let us in, we've got presents" Error informed Geno. Geno, still half-asleep, tiredly let the others in, not-so secretly glaring at all of them.
16th August 20XX
Error was startled awake by a hyper-active Gradient, and a half-asleep Paperjam, " dad! dad! happy birthday!" Gradient screeched, bouncing on Error's bed. Paperjam nodded, "yeah... *yawn* Happy birthday dad" Paperjam said, yawning. Error got up tiredly, "Gray? PJ? ...what time is it?" Error asked, Gradient shrugged, "I don't know, I was woken up by Mr. Erratum knocking on the door" Gradient replied, Error scratched his skull, and looked out the widow, "Really Erra? the sun isn't even out... I shouldn't be surprised" Error muttered to himself, Error then sighed, "Okay... get out you two, let me get dressed" Error told his kids, getting out of bed.
Once Error got ready, he walked down the stairs, "Erratum? it's four in the morning" Error told the sewing teacher, Looking at him with disappointment, Erratum shrugged, "eH, SoRrY" Erratum replied, Not really caring. Gradient squealed, catching the two adults attention, "can we give you our presents noowwww?" Gradient asked excitingly, Erratum nodded, "yEaH, cAN wE, i gOT yOu sOmEThInG tO" Erratum spoke, Error nodded tiredly, "sure... why not" Error muttered, Gradient Jumped up happily, "Paperjam! get your one!" Gradient ordered, Paperjam nodded slowly, "yeah yeah, give me a minute" Paperjam muttered tiredly.
1st September 20XX
Reaper sighed, leaving his brothers; death, house. He looked down to the present in his hands, a coffee mug reading 'best brother ever'. Reaper smiled to himself, appreciating the thought. After a thirty minute walk, which he did all while listening to some rock music. Even though he knew it was 'dangerous' he didn't really care.
Reaper entered his apartment, taking off his coat and throwing it in a random direction, not caring where it landed. He walked all the way to the living room, planning to watch his favourite show; Famous serial killers, until he fell asleep. What he saw though, took him by surprise. There in the living room, was a sleeping Geno, and next to him, a few wrapped up presents. "how the hell did you get in here" Reaper muttered, glancing at Geno. Deciding he didn't want to be kicked in the face, Reaper let Geno sleep, and sat down next to the sleeping skeleton, letting unconsciousness consume him.
A/N Some people have aged up! so, to make you less confused, here is a list of everyone's ages on chapter 26 onwards.
Paperjam = 18yrs, but this year will turn 19
Fresh = 18yrs
Undyne = 17yrs
Dust = 16yrs
Alphys = 16yrs, but this year will turn 17
Killer = 15yrs
Cross = 20yrs (I completely forgot that he aged up, oops)
Horror = 15yrs
Nightmare = 27yrs, but this year will turn 28
Dream = 27yrs, but this year will turn 28
Science = 30yrs, but this year will turn 31
Sans = 48yrs, but this year will turn 49
Blue = 26yrs
Ink = 24yrs
Genocide = 40yrs
Reaper = 35yrs
Error = 38yrs
Lust = 18yrs
Gradient = 12yrs
In the next chapter, it will be September 4th, the day school starts again, and also Sci's Birthday! (Poor guy)
Anyway, next chapter should be out soon! bye!
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Mr. Erratum
FanfictionError can take it no longer. After centuries of Pain and suffering, Error no longer cares what happens to the people who caused him pain, and now wants to leave the place he has called home for all his life. Error, after being attacked by half the m...