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Fresh adjusted his oversized hoodie as he skated through the dimensions. Shapes and colors twisted around him like they were trying to dance to a tune only a parasite like him could hear, and the pressure of squeezing around multiple AUs at once may have made his host body wear down some, but his amorphous true form remained safely nestled within the skull.
The gnarly vibes of the multiverse shimmered like neon lights on his metaphorical radar, leading him straight down the interdimensional pathway to the Anti-Void and where his victim of the hour laid. Error’s secluded and totally not-a-mancave, personal crib. Also Fresh's emergency pantry.
But something was off. A fact that Fresh was a little slow on the uptake to, when he crashed face first into the impalpable firewall blocking off Error's little hideaway. His permanently smiling face tilted up at the invisible barrier with genuine confusion- not so much upset, since it was on him for not looking before leaping like that anyway.
But still, could a guy not get a warning? Like, what were you Creators even here for, bruh?
"Ayo man, what's this party pooper all about?" He muttered to himself, extending his senses over the blanket of magic bubbling away the magical doorway between him and his glitchy bro-bro. The Anti-Void was definitely locked up tight, firewalls buzzing with potent magic that screamed 'GO AWAY I'LL KILL YOU.'
Definitely Error’s.
Weird, though. The dude never locks the place up this hard unless he’s got a serious bee in his glitchy bonnet- or otherwise had an unfresh meltdown.
Fresh hovered outside for a moment, contemplating. If Error was already in a poor mood, then it probably wouldn't be very safe for him to rock the boat any more than it already has. But on the other hand, the whole reason for this little drop-in was to give the glitchy grump a pestering for being so unavailable lately, worse than even Error's already hermit-like tendencies.
If he played his cards right, he could get Error out of whatever funk he was in and kick him back in world-destroying, tantrum-having gear!
Mind made up, Fresh adjusted his shades, his grin twisting into a mischievous smirk as the 'YO-LO' in obnoxious fluorescent colors snapped into a 'LES-GO.'
“Aight, bruh, I see, I see. If you’re throwin’ up the anti-social walls, guess it’s time for lil' bro to break em down and flex those 'emotional support' skills, ya dig?” He cracked his non-existent knuckles, or at least made the sound effects to entertain himself, and quickly got to work with spreading his magic.
Locating the weak points were the hardest part; Error may have been a big baby most of the time, but the serious magic he was packing was the one thing to not scoff at. At first, the Anti-Void’s defenses hissed and spat at his intrusion, the magic humming like a glitchy subwoofer turned up to max volume. But Fresh wasn’t any old intruder. He was Fresh, the ultimate vibe-crasher and the number one multiversal vermin- reigning champion five years in a row now!
With a little twist and push, his magic eventually slipped past an improvised crack and popped open the locked door for him. Fresh wasted no time in taking the opportunity before the homicidal glitch caught him in the act- Error could be such a downer when he got PITCHy.
With a flashy Fresh-Poof, he breached the firewall fully and landed inside… an even more empty, even more eerily quiet space. Fresh blinked, the ever-present grin on his face twitching in confusion as he failed to pick up even faint traces of Error's buzzing static.
"Yo, Error, where you at?!" he called, his voice bouncing off the blank expanse. There was no reply, just the faint hum of the web of souls hanging overhead and the rare sound of one shattering after failing to withstand the eternal decay. "Bro, did you, like, ghost me or somethin’?"
A low rumbling of unease rippled through Fresh’s core as he approached Error's camp area. The souls didn't seem to have been touched at all - which really, should have been Fresh's top priority, considering what a good meal they made when he could afford to risk getting caught looting Error's stash - but a few dolls seemed to have been missing.
His host body’s overly-bright eyelights flickered underneath his shades, scanning the empty space. No glitchy bro in sight. No funky knitting projects left abandoned. Not even any stray chocolate wrappers scattered about.
Something wasn’t right. Error never left the Anti-Void unguarded for significant periods of time unless he was up to something big. Fresh’s gaze narrowed behind his shades. "Guess it’s time for a lil’ Fresh- tigation," he quipped, fiddling with his fanny pack before pulling out a pair of neon-colored, high-tech binoculars. "Time to track down the missing glitchmeister. Can’t let my big bro be out there spreading unfresh vibes unchecked, ya feel me?”
You all probably couldn't see it, but he gave y'all a lil' wink, just to make sure none of you naughty voyeurs felt left out as the goofy searching montage ran its course!
After a quick and totally rad sequence of Fresh zooming through alternate universes, interrogating confused denizens, and occasionally stopping to chow down on a stray soul or two - waste not, want not, bruh - his glitch detecting radar finally caught onto something juicy.
The energy led him to Underswap- which, for those of you who were not familiar with multiversal travel, was widely regarded as a lively, chill timeline buzzing with light and positive energy, a lot like the original Undertale. Such a shame the Stars have explicitly labeled the place as off limits. But hey, it was just gonna be a quick drive by, no snackin' and no pranks either, promise!
Fresh found himself climbing through the ancient, petrified trees of Snowdin, slightly bedazzled by the characteristic and vibrant hues of the town until Error’s glitchy, unmistakable aura pinged on his radar.
The parasite skittered closer to a certain building, watching curiously as the inhabitants continued on their little day inside, blissfully unaware of the interdimensional predator stalking them from the glass patches of their house, the sillies! Oh, Fresh already promised not to go eating anyone- but that didn't mean they should be making it so easy for him!
Oh, wait. There's Error.
Fresh froze in place, the ever-present grin on his host’s face stretching impossibly wide. Through the window of the local skele-bros house, he saw the glitch of the hour. Not in his usual rage-fueled, world-destroying glory, but… relaxed? Fresh blinked, shades slipping a little and blazing with question marks as he took in the sight, scrutinizing a little closer.
The glitch was bundled up in all sorts of soft bed-things, like pillows and blankets, cocooned like some furry burrito within a hammock made of his strings in a corner of the living room, high up against the ceiling. The craziest part was that Error wasn't in the hammock alone.
Fresh squinted. Nestled beside Error, gently leaning against him, was none other than Underswap Sans- Blue as he had branded himself. The shorter skeleton was completely at ease, chatting animatedly with his companion, who, to Fresh’s absolute bewilderment, wasn’t swatting him away or glitching out in frustration. Error was listening.. as much as Error could listen, when he looked like he was on the verge of another three day sleep.
Error, for his part, looked... docile. His body language was calm, almost languid, as he let Blue chatter against him. He even grunted a response every so often, though his static-filled voice barely carried past the window. The usually uptight glitch didn’t even seem to notice or care about the way the Swap Sans was petting his skull. He just... laid there, existing.
Holy SHOES.
What kinda malformed code did he catch to be trippin' this hard? Nah, this timeline’s gotta be buggin’ harder than the glitch bro himself. Fresh didn’t eat no funky souls today, right? You guys would tell him if he got poisoned, right?
But there it was, plain as day. Error and Blue- cozying up. What was going on? Fresh tilted his head, scanning the scene again, scrutinizing deeper, this time picking up on subtle cues that sent his host body into silent befuddlement. Fresh subconsciously felt out the traces of intent he could pick up from this distance, parasitic senses reading into the flow of Error's aura and catching something unusual.
Error's soulbeat sounded strained and off-kilter, with an echoed rhythm that was both familiar and alien to Fresh’s senses. It throbbed with the unmistakable pulse of a softer life nestled within. Like a souling.
. . . .
WAIT A SEC-
Fresh made a double-take, neon letters flashing between 'HOL-UP!' and 'AYO-???' as he practically shoved himself up against the glass, his bombastic mind spinning like a disco ball on overdrive as he peered our from his host's right socket. An animal hiss of disbelief coiled out with startled clicks.
No way.
No FUNKing way, bro.
Fresh's overly cheerful demeanor cracked for just a moment. Glasses slipping down to the tip of his nasal ridge as his true form leaned out of the safety of its host's skull, squishing its tender tentacles against the glass in an instinctual, reactive display
“Duuuuude,” he gasped dramatically as his host body quickly slid off the branch he was sitting on. The parasite quickly diving back inside and clutching his head like he’d just been hit with the most mind-blowing plot twist of his life as he plopped into a convenient snow poff below. “Did I just catch my bro-bro Error preggers?!” Just as he whisper-shouted that, a heap of snow dropped on his head, making him look like a 2nd grader's snowman.
Right away, Fresh’s first instinct was to kick the door down and let Error have it- just a few good ol’ ‘Fresh-style’ jabs to shake him out of whatever domestic rom-com he’d stumbled into - and more importantly, giving Blue boy a little Talk.
But then a more chaotic, and frankly more entertaining, idea sprouted in his mind.
There was only one thing to do in a situation this McNasty.
Tattle.
He decided to retreat and consult backup first. "Gotta tell Big G about this one! He’s gonna flip his dusty ol’ script!" Fresh snickered, already shaking off the snow from his person and slipping through the cracks of reality toward Aftertale.
Back in the house, Error groaned as a wave of nausea overcame him. Feeling like something was wrong.
Geno sighed to himself, not in brooding or in exhaustion for once, but in a rare moment of contentment.
It was so quiet in the Save Screen, the gentle hum of its ever-present static wrapping around him like a well-worn blanket. His husband was lounging nearby, meticulously polishing his scythe. It was one of those rare moments where nothing demanded their immediate attention, where Reaper wasn't feeling the need to hover and hound for his attention - not that Geno didn't love giving it to him - and his ever present pain was more on the numb side.
Geno allowed himself a small, fleeting smile. Enjoying the moment of peace for what it was. A moment. Because Geno knew his life better than that.
Naturally, that peace was doomed to be shattered.
BWEEEEEEEEEE!
Fresh’s obnoxiously loud arrival - featured by an air-horn - shattered the serene hum of the Save Screen. And with it ruining all of Geno's chances of having a good day today. He could even feel his pixels starting to act up now.
"YO, BIG G!" Fresh hollered, rolling into view on his skateboard with neon sparks and confetti trailing behind him. Leaving a mess on Geno's perfectly good floor. After not even being here for five DANG minutes. Does he think this place just cleans itself like other dimensions? Why did he let Fresh keep coming back again?
"You are NOT gonna believe what I just found out!" The parasite continued to yell.
The glitched monster sighed deeply, his socket aching faintly as he squinted his eye to try and peer through the flurry of kicked up pixels to face his younger not-really-but-also-really-brother. "Fresh, unless it’s a multiversal emergency, I don’t have the patience for your nonsense." He didn't dare comment on the mess, Reaper would take care of it later anyway- like the loving simp he was.
Fresh flipped off his board with a flourish, kicking it up into one hand and off-handedly depositing it into his inventory with the other dramatically pointing a finger right into Geno's face. "Oh, it’s an emergency alright, brah. Like, family emergency!"
Reaper's wings twitched as Geno's pixels immediately flared up with a dark garble, frozen grin turning to the two with a nervous sweat rolling down his temple as he sensed his lover's mood turn for the dangerous. "Oh SHOES."
Geno batted the offending hand away, his eyelight sharpening with a bolder gleam of red and blue as he leveled Fresh with a near-murderous glare. "What did Error do now..?" He groused half-warily, half-irate.
Last time Fresh came to let him in on a 'family emergency' regarding Error, the FUNKing idiot had picked a fight with the monsters of Musicaltale, which somehow ended up with half the multiverse getting caught up with a virus that forced everyone to spontaneously burst into song at the most inconvenient moments for a week.
A week, that stayed only a week, because Geno decided to personally step in and lend his expertise with code to Ink and design a programmatic countermeasure that not only contained the viral outbreak but also implemented a filtering system to prevent any further musical incidents without permission.
He only needed to hear Reaper try to serenade him with 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails once, to know he never wanted a repeat performance. Ever, or he'd kill the poor MUSTARD out of second-hand embarrassment. It would be a mercy killing, if nothing else.. for both of them.
Fresh snickered at the sight of whatever look Geno had on his face before sliding out of arms reach, cheeky grin still wide and shining in his glasses as he mimicked a frown, voice dropping into something distressed and saccharine, "oh Gen-Gen, what did Error not do? Heh, you might wanna sit down for this one Big G, coz' this plot twist even took me for a loop."
Geno's eye socket twitched dangerously. "Fresh, if you don't spit it out in the next three seconds, I’m going to blast you out of here." It was mostly an empty threat, but the twitch in his eye suggested he was seriously considering putting it into action if pushed just that centimeter further.
Fresh seized up dramatically, shades blazing with 'HAR-SH,' as he slapped a hand to his chest. “Dang, Gen! Harsh vibes! Aight, aight, I’ll spill!” With the theatrics slowly bleeding from the parasite, his demeanor shifted to one of exaggerated seriousness, the playful glimmer behind his shades replaced by a falsified gravitas that only made Geno narrow his brow in suspicion.
“Guess who’s gonna be uncles!"
The announcement was delivered so blasely that Geno almost didn't process it at first. He stared at Fresh, the parasite's act of normalcy quickly giving away to his mischievousness as he began to bounce on his heels the longer Geno took to register the words, playing on repeat in his skull like some demented record player.
"WHAT?"
“You heard me, fam!" Fresh swept in behind him, jostling the older monster with a side-hug as he leaned in conspiratorially, as if sharing a secret, "our grumpy lil’ glitchy is cookin’ up a mini Error in there! And guess who’s the baby daddy? Your boy Blue from Underswap #11! Y'know, the one with the Stars!”
The words hung in the air for a moment as Geno actually...
"W H A T ?" The broken code surrounding him crackled with anger.
Fresh nodded eagerly, swaying around as his propeller hat spun up a storm- the only tell to the parasite's true giddiness for the matter. "Yup! Ol’ Error’s rockin’ a bun in the code oven, downloaded some babybone files, he's 1000% totally prega-na-na-na-nant man! Thought you should know since, like, this is family stuff and all that jazz!" Fresh cheered.
Geno stood to his full height abruptly, his magic spiking with a mixture of anger and disbelief as Reaper hurriedly fluttered over to try and soothe his husband's quickly deteriorating mood. "Baby, I know you're upset, but maybe we should hear Error’s side of things first before jumping to any conclusions-"
Reaper didn't get to get the rest out as Geno grabbed the front of his cloak and shook him violently. "Hear him out? Hear him out?! Reaper, my brother is pregnant and didn’t tell me! I didn't even know he was FUNKing seeing anyone! And now. He's carrying?! And I'm just supposed to be chill about that?!"
Reaper opened his mouth to respond, but Fresh gleefully interjected, eager to add more drama to the already ridiculous situation, "don't forget that he's probably been hiding this for weeks! Lil dude felt almost ready to pop out!"
“Fresh.” Geno and Reaper barked in unison, effectively shutting him up, though Fresh merely shrugged it off with a nonchalant wave.
"Whatevahs bruv, just sayin'!"
Geno pinched the space between his sockets, his patience fraying by the second as his pixels fluttered and buzzed like a nest of angry hornets. "Reaper, we’re going to Underswap. Now."
Fresh watched amusedly as the typically indifferent and lazy god folded faster than a wet napkin in a fast-food restaurant. Just as he had planned. Neither of the squabbling - or more like flirting - couple thought it as suspicious for how quickly Fresh had quieted down once they started talking about confronting Error.
Good, it looked like their glitchy bro-bro needed a little reminder that brood looked out for each other.
Whether they liked it or not.
Back in Underswap, Error was sprawled out in his hammock, the piles of blankets and pillows stuffed underneath him and nearly overflowing the net; Blue would have been a lot more worried about the carrying monster accidentally losing balance or falling off if it weren't for the several strings hastily knotted around the hammock and attaching it to the wall in several strategic locations. Error simply lazed as he was known to do, when not otherwise spreading devastation and mayhem.
But Blue was confident that those days were going to be a lot less frequent now that he had found a way to help Error burn through his more violent urges in.. better ways.
As if sensing those thoughts, the glitch suddenly jumped and gave him a wide-eyed look. When Blue simply gave him a loving grin in return, Error's face flushed a pretty blue before he hastily turned away again, grumbling incoherently as the smaller monster hummed pleasantly from the response. A bowl of magically enriched tacos floated toward Error, who waved it away half-heartedly with a glitchy grumble.
"Don’t Be Like That, Error!" Blue chirped, practically glowing. "You Gotta Keep Your Energy Up For The Souling! Eat Up!"
Before Error could snap a sarcastic reply, a heavy knock rattled the front door. Blue perked up, his grin widening at the prospect of visitors dropping in. "Oh! Company!" Honey wouldn't have bothered knocking- neither would have Ink or Dream, really; so it was either Alphys stopping by to check in on him or one of the bunnies extending an offer to join them on sentry duty.
Blue opened the door with a flourish. "Hello There! How Can The Magnificent Sans Help-" His sentence cut off as he took in the sight of three very different skeletons standing on his doorstep.
Standing on the porch and pinning him with a strangely intent glare was a monster that - to those who didn't know him - looked to have actively been in his last moments. Geno was an unfortunate case of the consequences of a misplaced ambition from what Blue had heard. He'd seen the monster in attendance during Star Council meetings but never had the chance to actually engage in a meaningful conversation.
Hovering over his shoulder was Geno's husband and a literal Death god, wrapped in a shadowy cloak that billowed through a non-existent wind. Unlike his partner, the immortal had an amused grin on his face and a certain sparkle in his dead sockets that made Blue feel nervous.
The most surprising of the bunch was the third visitor. A skeleton much taller than the other two and sported a vibrant array of colors that made him look like one of those DIY numbered paintings. Blue had never met this skeleton before- not really, but he recognized him instantly from Dream's descriptions of dangerous Outcodes.
He broke into a cold sweat. What the BELL was Fresh doing in his timeline?
"Sup, brah! Totes stoked ta meetcha!" Fresh announced.
Reaper offered a polite nod, though it looked slightly insincere with the expectant look on his face. "Hello, Blue."
"Uh.. Hello?" Blue... didn't quite know how to react, but kept his wide smile plastered over his face. Out of all the monsters who could have been at the door, this was... not who he imagined at the top of his list.
Blue, still trying to process how this unlikely group had materialized on his doorstep, nodded awkwardly. "And... How Can I Help You All Today?" He mindfully thought to the cellphone in his inventory with Dream on speed dial, only to wince as he glanced back at his glitchy lover with a tense grin.
He closed the door a little more, not wanting to risk any of them seeing Error.
Fresh bounced forward like a caffeinated puppy, his propeller hat spinning at warp speed. "Oh, don’t mind us, lil bro! We’re just here to check in on our fam- y’know, give the bro some proper TLC!" He threw a wink over his shoulder, leaving Blue completely baffled.
Before Blue could even consider unpacking that statement, Geno abruptly pushed himself through the doorframe and stormed past Blue, his sharp movements betraying his mounting agitation. His glitching presence filled the cozy living space with a tense hum, making Error stiffen in his hammock.
"Error!" Geno barked, glaring up at the hammock and the monster lazing in it with a snarl.
Error’s head snapped up, his sockets buzzing with small errors before clearing as his expression fell into one of resigned annoyance. He groaned, sinking further into his cocoon of blankets. "oH GrEaT- aT, tHe cHeaP kNOcKoFf- oFF iS hERe.."
Reaper slipped in after Blue stepped away from the door with a much calmer demeanor, giving the very mortal monster a small, apologetic nod of his head. "Apologies for the intrusion, Blue. We’ll try not to cause too much trouble." He glanced at Geno and his expression shifted into something more exasperated and fond. "Though, no promises."
Blue’s smile twitched as he heard the door slam shut - likely after Fresh - and slowly change his posture to something less assuming, keeping an eyelights pinned on where Geno was staring up at his pregnant datemate-soon-to-be-mate-mate and fuming.
"Umm.. So, To What Do I Owe The Pleasure For This Visit?"
His question was left ignored as Geno crossed his arms, his pixels flaring up alongside his anger as he leveled Error with a frustrated grimace. "Don’t play dumb with me CLASShole!" Geno jabbed a skeletal finger up at the hammock, pixels flaring like a malfunctioning disco ball. "Were you ever going to tell me you’re pregnant?!"
The room fell silent. Blue felt his magic freeze in a single moment of panic.
Error immediately blew up with a hissy fit, "wH- Wh- WHaT?! wHO toLd- OLd yOU tHaT?!"
"How do you think I found out, you FUNKing clown?! Fresh told me!"
At the parasite's name, Error's eyes flew to the other monster, looking DANG near ready to have a very violent conniption fit in place of a crash. "You nOsy, lYiNG lITtLe sNItcH!" Error screeched, hanging halfway out of the hammock now, blankets flying everywhere as he gestured wildly at Fresh. "YoU-! YOu jUsT CoULdN’t miNd YoUr- YOur pAtheTic pARaSiTe BuSinEsS, HuH?!"
Fresh, thoroughly unbothered, leaned back with a wide grin. "Bruh, I ain’t lyin’! You’re totally preggers! What was I supposed to do? Keep that juicy gossip to myself? Nah, glitchy, I had to let Big G know we's gonna be uncles!"
"Is that what you were planning?! To keep me in the dark while you and your datemate here play house?" Geno shot back, his voice rising with every word until freezing abruptly, suddenly turning to Blue for the first time since he stepped in and gave him an awkward look, "no offense, though.."
Blue considered the other monster for only a second before giving him a cheery grin, "None Taken, Friend!" He was starting to get curious as to what all of this about. Clearly Geno didn't have any legitimate malice towards Error, but that just brought up the question as to how they knew one another? And Fresh for that matter, too.
Allowing himself to take a step back, Blue watched with a sense of intrigue as the two continued to volley insults back and forth, oddly feeling as if he was watching an episode of Undernovela play out.
"You think I wouldn’t care? That I wouldn’t want to know?”
"YeAh," Error snapped from his perch. "iT’S cAlLeD NoNe oF yOUr FUNKinG bUS- BusInESs."
That set Geno off. He surged forward, pointing a trembling finger at Error with such force that Reaper had to grab his wrist to stop him from flying forwards and turning it into a fist. "Not my business?! I’m your brother, Error! You don’t think I have a right to know about my own- my-" His voice caught, and he gestured wildly. "My future nibling?!"
Wait, what-
"thEy aIn'T yOUr fUturE- UrE SHOES! mE deCiDinG tO haVE a FUNKiNg anOMalY bRaT hAs nOthiNg To dO wi- WiTH yOu- oU- OU! tHeY'rE FUNKinG mINE! i MaDe iT! I'm cArRyinG tHe FUNKiNG- inG tHinG! iT bELonGs tO ME!"
Geno’s pixels sparked dangerously, his frustration boiling over. "You don’t get to pull that, Error! Family is family whether you like it or not, I am your family!" He jabbed a finger at himself for emphasis, glaring so hard through the buzzing of static it was a miracle Error hadn’t spontaneously combusted. "I’m not going to let you and your denial shut me out! Especially not now! If you think I’m going to stand back while you bring a babybones into this world- without even having done any research, you’ve got another thing coming!"
Blue, meanwhile, looked utterly bewildered. “Wait, Wait, Hold Up! Brother? Family? What’s Going On Here?!”
Fresh raised a hand like he was in a classroom, grinning brightly as he saddled up by Blue's side. “Oh, right, totally forgot to introduce ourselves, huh? Nice ta meet ya homie! We're Error's bros! I'm Fresh- prime-time parasite, top-tier vibes, and one of your glitchy guy’s totally rockin' sibs from another crib! Big G's the biggest, baddest bro, and you already know Reaps as Geno's sugar squeeze!"
Blue’s eyelights expanded further as he boggled at the information. Error had never once told him- or even mentioned in passing about having a family! “You’re all… siblings?!” Stars shifted into his sockets.
Fresh leaned in, clearly enjoying Blue’s amazement, his propeller hat spinning wildly as he gave the smaller Sans a side hug. “Yah, fam! It’s kinda a wild story. So, back in the day, your dude Error was chillin’ in Aftertale, right? That’s Geno’s crib. But then Error went all wacky-code-crash, became this totally gnarly destroyer guy, and bounced to his Anti-Void digs. Me? I kinda tagged along after I, uh, got born from the same Creator..? Real trippy stuff. Long story short, we’re all bros!”
Blue opened his mouth to reply, but Geno cut in, glaring daggers at Fresh. “Can you not? We don’t need your version of events making this mess worse.”
Fresh threw his hands up in mock surrender, shades blazing with a 'CHIL-LAX.'
“Chill, Big G! Just layin’ out the deets for our new fam here!”
Blue’s eyelights darted from Geno to Fresh, then to Reaper- only a little stumped to find the god napping in mid-air, before finally landing on Error, who looked like he was about to go on a rampage. “Error... Is This True?” His voice was soft, his smile softening further.
Error groaned, dragging a clawed hand down his face. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, looking between his lover and his 'brother' with a uncomfortable wince marring his face. “s- sOrT- oRt oF..? aRGh! thEY'rE de- De- dEluSiONaL! tHey jUsT dEciDed wE’rE siBLinGs ‘cAusE oF thAt StuPiD crEAtor SHOES! I DiDn’T aSK FoR anY Of ThIS-!”
“That doesn’t change the fact that we are family!” Geno snapped, pixels sparking again as he glared up at the hammock.
The glitchy monster took a deep, stuttering breath, as if physically restraining himself from fuzzing up entirely, willing the pixels around him to settle down. "You can deny it all you want, but we’re related whether you want it or not. And now that you’re going to have a kid, there is no way I’m letting you lock yourself away and screw this up!"
Error clenched his teeth, his sharp claws gripping the edge of his hammock like a lifeline. "I’M nOt GoNNa FUNK ThIS Up, CLASShOLE! i GoT ThIS HanDLEd!" He hastily gestured to Blue, his voice a mix of indignation and desperation. "bLUe’S HEre, OKaY?! hE'S hEre tO HeLp mE!"
Geno’s gaze flicked to Blue, his brow ridge raising in a near dismissive way that - to Blue - felt slightly insulting. "Blue’s a good guy, sure, but do you seriously think one overly-optimistic Star can help you raise a babybones? Your babybones? You’re unstable, Error! The kid will need support! Family!"
"sHut- UT uP- uP- UP!" Error threw a pillow, though it missed by a wide margin and ended up plopping against Reaper's skull and waking the god up from his impromptu nap. "WhY dO yOU EvEn caRe?!"
Geno exhaled sharply, his expression shifting to something more contemplative. “Because we care about you, idiot. I just want to make sure my brother's okay...”
Uh Oh.
Error's face went blank, and Blue already saw it coming before the glitch seized the blankets around him and burrowed himself underneath the fluff, effectively running from the emotional turn the conversation took.
Geno crossed his arms, his gaze softening slightly as he huffed in exasperation. He clutched his scarf distractedly before he turned to Blue again, considering, only slightly suspicious but nonetheless open and polite. “You’re taking all of this remarkably well...”
Blue beamed. “Of Course! It’s Wonderful To Have More People To Support Us During This Exciting Time!”
Geno gave him a grin - Score! Look At Blue, Already Charming His Brother-In-Law! - and turned back to the hammock, his tone more serious. “I’m not going anywhere! Whether you like it or not, I’m going to be a part of this! I refuse to let you go through this alone you CLASShole!”
Reaper floated up to to the fluff hoard, not minding the pillow slapping him across the face as he loomed over Error's self-made nest, instead he simply laughed it off, offering a small, sagely nod to where Error's eyelights were glowing from the darkness within his make-shift blanket burrow. “Gen's not going anywhere, Error. I'd accept it if I were you.”
“Aaaand we’re movin’ in!” Fresh tacked on with a dramatic flourish, directed more towards all of you though- as he figured you lot would appreciate this announcement more than his glitchy bro would.
Error’s head snapped out from his hidey-hole at that, his mismatched eyes wide with panic. “WhAt?! nO, Y- yoU’rE NOt!”
“Oh, Yes They Will!” Blue chimed in cheerfully. “How Could We Have Your Brothers Excluded From This? I Think It’s A Great Idea! We Can Get To Know Each Other Better And Become One Big Happy Family! I’m Sure It’ll Be Fun!”
“F- f- FuN?!” Error’s voice cracked. “dOn't tELL- eLL mE yOUr'e aCtuAllY bUyiNG thIs SHOES, BlUE! ARe yOu ouT Of YoUr-”
“Done deal!” Fresh declared, slapping Blue on the back and jostling him. “We’re movin’ in, bro! Get ready for some quality family bonding time!”
Error glitched violently, his teeth grinding as he stared at the three intruders- and Blue, who looked entirely too happy about this development, like the traitor he was. “I HaTe alL o- oF YOu,” he muttered.
Geno smirked faintly, half-gloating and half-stubborn, his earlier anger finally fading into a mix of smug satisfaction and tender care. “You’ll thank me later, Error.”
“DoN’t- oN'T CoUnt On iT,” Error grumbled, slumping back into his blanket kingdom. This was going to be a long pregnancy.