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Ink Sans enters the anti void to see Error Sans watching Undernovela.

Ink: Hey, Error! How are you doing?

Error: Ugh, you again? Can't you just leave me alone for a week?

Ink: Nope! Not happening!

Error: So annoying, I expect nonetheless coming from you.

Ink: Well, just wanted to check in on what you're doing. That's all.

Ink: Come to think of it, you haven't been destroying universes lately.

Error: Sigh. You forgot about the truce we made, Ink? No creation, no destruction.

Ink: Oh! Thanks for reminding me, Ruru!

Error: IT'S ERROR! GET IT RIGHT!

Ink: While you're done with your soap operas, how about you take a visit at Outertale? Last I checked, you have been there the most.

Error: GET OUT!

Ink: Bye!

Ink Sans creates a puddle of ink and enters inside as a portal to another universe.

???: Are- Are they gone?

Error: Yes. Ink's gone, SH. Now stop hiding behind my beanbag.

A sans comes out from behind a bean bag and sits next to Error at the sofa.

The sans has a slash across his right eye, a slash covered with his blood at his left eye and right at the middle, a crimson red scarf around his neck, and Error's strings wrapped at his left arm.

SH: S- So, what's wrong?

Error: It's nothing. Today, we'll be asked by players.

SH: P-Players!?

Error: Hey, calm down. Take a deep breath.

Error: We'll be asked some questions by them and we'll answer them. It's that simple.

Error: But don't worry, just in case someone asks a bad question, I'll just ignore it. You can't hear them anyways since you're in this condition.

SH: I know. It's my fault.

Error: Calm down. If anything happens, I got your back.

Self-Harm Sans and Error Sans are available for asking!

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Error: Starting with some strong ones, huh?

Error: To answer my first question of this askbox, I basically had no choice but to do so. And the reason why is because if he gets found by others especially Ink and Nightmare, things are gonna happen drastically like the Underverse chaos event. And I do not want to go through that ever again.

Error: I understand the effects of the anti-void it gives, but it works a lot better than living in his universe. He basically stated that it's like his but more light to travel with.

Error: SH! Sans doesn't really watch Undernovela since he's not much of a fun skeleton but more of a skeleton that needs therapy but we're in quarantine. But for me? I'm not telling, it's spoilers for the finale.

Error: No, they have a fourth season that's still continuing. I just finished the third one. I'll watch the fourth one later when it's full finished.

Error: For SH! Sans' questions, since I expected that some of these questions would be traumatic for SH! Sans, I'll be answering some of his myself for his safety.

Error: SH! Sans actually got the scar from himself. Given that his name is Self-Harm or SH! Sans, all of his scars are basically from him. The double scars on his chest and the scar across his eye. It's all from him, unfortunately.

Error: I don't know how he survived from that. But I think it's because he's immortal. Probably the only thing explainable other than some magic plot armor.

Error: "Did you give yourself the name SH, or was it something someone else gave you? If it was the latter scenario, who?"

SH: Um- Error actually gave me the name. I- I don't even have one.

Error: "Do you have any favorite foods?"

SH: I only eat some chocolate and hotdogs given by Error himself. He's a nice guy, even on how others depict on him.

Error: "What’s your favorite movie or show?"

SH: I don't watch much television since Error hogs all of it these days. But it's fine! I don't need it. I don't need it. . .

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Error: "Do you like the name “SH”, or is there a nickname you’d prefer?"

SH: W- Well. . . SH or Self-Harm is the only name I've been given. Error did tell that I am a Sans. Not sure if that's an insult.

Error: "Do you have any hobbies/interests? What do you do in your free time?"

SH: The only thing I- I know is cutting myself. . . But it's mostly hiding so I couldn't do anything. . . "

Error: "Have you ever met Fresh Sans? What’s your opinion of him?"

SH: Huh? Who- Who's that. . . ? He sounds like a nice guy. . .

Error: (Not to me.)

Error: "How often does Ink attempt to break into the anti-Void?"

Error: I couldn't keep count since I've been here for most of my times, specifically for SH's sake. So let's say four times per week.

Error: It isn't much but it's actually quite unpredictable. Ink is such a menace to my life.

Error: "Do you still knit? If so, what are your recent creations??"

Error: Nah, not anymore. Plus, creating's more for Ink, not for my standards.

Error: "What’s your opinion of Dream? Of Nightmare?"

SH: I don't know who they are. The only ones I know is Error and-

Error: Nowadays, Nightmare's becoming a huge hindrance in the multiverse. Not like I care. But more members means more chaos and I do NOT want to be a part of any of them.

Error: Dream visits here for a few times now due to SH's negativity. I always say to Dream that it's just me rather than SH himself. I don't know why Nightmare didn't get here more times but I guess it's because his "adopted sons" have been recruiting others by his commands.

"Could I give SH a television?? I mean, even if he *totally* doesn’t want one it just wouldn’t be fair for only a single member of this household (voidhold?) to have one!"

Error: That's stealing.

SH: Then where did you get the chocolate?

Error: Either way, I don't trust any other media like those kids shows, especially the blue one. if I give SH a television, who knows what information would change him into? And I do not want that to happen. Another reason why I don't want Ink to know about SH's existence in the Anti-Void.

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"Okay, so let me preface this with an “I’m not a doctor/mental health professional; take this advice with a grain of salt” disclaimer: I find that doing something helps take my mind off of any stresses or bad thoughts I may be having, so maybe something like that may help you? I know that it probably won’t fix anything and your options are kind limited since you’re in hiding from something, but I figure it should at least be worth a shot? Like, I know that Error doesn’t knit anymore, but maybe he could teach you at least the basics so that you could have something to do in the anti-Void at the very least lol?"

SH: T- That's a lot of words. . .

SH: Well, I didn't know Error knows how to knit. . . But I think I would be bad at him.

SH: Error would be concerned at my health even now, so I don't think I should do it.

"What was life like before meeting Error?"

Error: Yeah. I'm not letting SH hear that.

"What did the skeleton chef say to his patrons? “Bone-appetite”! Man, I sure hope that was able to tickle your funny bone. Also, I sure hope you’re not bone-ly, it sounds like you’ve been through a lot tibia honest. Though, I’m gonna go out on a rib here and assume that things are better? Anyways, I hope that was humerus ;)"

SH: H- Huh? I don't get it?

SH: I'm sorry if I disappointed you. I never heard of one before.

"So… what do you do all day? Or do you just watch Undernovela all day?"

Error: I watch Undernovela mostly all day. But when I get called by Nightmare a few times for help, I leave the anti void and let someone else take my place.

Error: Although I don't trust any sanses, at least he keeps SH happy and that's what made me relieved of it.

"What is/was SH’s world like?"

Error: It was dark. Nothing was there. The only thing I saw was his blood, tears, a bloody knife, and his wounded self. Kinda felt bad for the guy.

"I would say that it feels bad to leave you without a pun, but that would be a fibula ;)"

Error: Thanks for the pun. But I'm not in the mood for one. Nightmare's calling me and somehow, he's not coming here. I wonder if he's busy with his clients.

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"Would any of you guys like some cheese raviolis bathed in Alfaro sauce?"

Error: I only eat chocolate as my ordinary meal. So I guess I'll give them to Self-Harm instead. He too has been eating chocolate. And also water, somehow.

SH: W- Well. . . A friend of mine taught me how to-

Before SH! Sans gets to finish his sentence, a portal appears at the anti-void and a sans wearing somewhat of a green coat, black shirt, gray pants, black footwear, and some green marks on their face.

Healer: You called, Error?

Error: You know the drill, Healer. Take care of SH for me while I deal with Nightmare's antics.

Healer: Okay then.

Error: Oh. And also, if you hear anything, those would be the askers for me and SH. So you'll take my place for now until I get back.

Healer: Don't worry, Error. I got this all under control!

Error: Good.

Error uses the portal to leave the anti-void before the portal closes.

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"How does healing magic/ your name work? I’d love to know more information about how your magic/ role may work"

Healer: Huh? Oh! Well, it's a common thing for me. I use this mostly for my AU and my patients.

"How long have you known about the multiverse and what was your reaction to the fact you’re just one of MILLIONS of Sans??"

SH: Huh? What's a Sans? Is that a bad thing?

"Question for S/H, hello! I have a question that might have been asked already, but have you met any other Sans/ how many do you know?"

SH: Well, there's only three I know of. Error, Healer, and-

Healer: Now, now, SH. Let's answer these questions for later.

SH: O- Okay then. . .

"Questions for Error, what is your opinion on the AUs/ S/H?"

Error: SH can be quite a bit hard to deal with, given his loss of memories, but you can handle him the longer you're with him. For the AUs, I'm honestly glad that Ink stops creating. At least what I've heard of from Nightmare last meeting. Apparently, there's been another creator roaming in the timelines while I was gone. Ugh, another anomaly.

"Do you have any AUs you like or dislike in particular?"

Error: It depends on how much chaos they've made throughout the multiverse. Which is why Xtale is my least favorite out of the bunch. I had to deal with the Overwrite thing all by myself while Ink's being stupid over some entertainment just because he doesn't have a soul.

"Also how in stars names do you only eat chocolate???"

Error: Huh. You're not from the first ask, aren't ya? Well, I can just show ya.

Error pulls out a chocolate bar and opens his mouth wide for all five of his blue tongues to pull the bar inside.

Error: Is that what you want?

Error enters Nightmare's castle, only to see Scoundrel leaning on the wall.

Error: Hey, weren't you supposed to-

Scoundrel: Go the the office. Nightmare wants to meet you there.

Scoundrel picks up his bat and walks outside.

Error enters the office, only to see Nightmare on his chair, waiting for him.

Nightmare: Took you a while to get here, Error. We have another problem to deal with.

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Error enters the office, only to see Nightmare on his chair, waiting for him.

Nightmare: Took you a while to get here, Error. We have another problem to deal with.

Error: Let me guess. Team Hope's hiring more members again? Cuz last time, you warned me about Hacker Sans. And well, you sure are right.

Nightmare: Fortunately for us, it's not only that.

Nightmare: Have you ever heard of other worlds besides Undertale?

Error: What do you take me for, Boss? I'm not born yesterday, you know. Just because I don't care about their existence, it doesn't mean I don't know about them.

Nightmare: Several hours ago, there's been a massacre going on at one of those worlds, specifically a different timeline of one.

Nightmare: Cuz you see, since Dust, Horror, and Insanity have been dealing with Team Hope, I want you to have this anomaly on our team.

Nightmare: He'll be very helpful on our team, so after we get him in ours, we'll be one step closer to defeating our enemies at last.

Error: Why not you? You can sense his negative feelings to go there.

Nightmare: Unfortunately, I cannot. There seems to be something blocking it but I can't be sure.

Error: Then what about the kid?

Nightmare: The kid's busy with Killer. They're both dealing with OuterFell as we speak. Now, go there and bring him to me.

Nightmare: That's all the help I need left from you. And after that, I won't ask you for more of them.

Error: Fine, you got a deal.

Nightmare:  We don't know what the anomaly's been up to, so best not to underestimate him easily.

Error: I'll try to. But if he looks plain boring, then he would be rendered useless.

Nightmare: Don't judge a book by its cover, Error.  You might end up getting killed by doing so.

Error: Whatever.

Error enters the world by using one of his portals, only to be met by a devastating view. Some of the houses look destroyed, corpses across the streets, and blood scattered all around as Error look at the view speechlessly.

Error: Okay, this is a lot worse than I thought it would be.

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"why haven't you just fucking slapped Ink, in your fights you use strings, bones, and whatnot, just slap the poor bastard"

Error: Even if I did, I would feel disgusted touching his face, let alone his long-ass paintbrush.

Error: Plus, I have more matters to take care of since SH! Sans is now in my hands. Not in the way you think. It's. . . It's  just complicated, really.

Error: Geez, so much blood. What the hell?

Error: I know that I'm a bad guy but this is just too much to handle. Why did they not bring Scoundrel nor Killer for this mission?

Error: Doesn't matter. As long as- huh?

Error notices a sans wearing with his hood up, holding a wooden bat with some dried-up blood on it, examining someone's head.

???: Huh. Looks like I've come to the right place. Now where's the damn kid at?

As the mysterious sans walks away, Error follows after in order to not engage him.

Error: (. . . Is this the guy Nightmare wants in his team?)

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"I'm gonna guess the hoodied figure was StorySpin, or Fresh, but Fresh would likely because he would want Everyone to know he was there, judging from the bloody baseball bat"

Error: (Doesn't seem like it. This sans is wearing the same clothes as Classic's, but with a darker tone.)

Error: (Plus, if it was Fresh, I would get myself the heck out of there as soon as possible. I don't want myself to engage with that freak of ridiculous nature.)

"Is Error scared of Ink or the other Star Sanses taking SH away? I can kinda see him in court with a shotgun, saying "Give me custody of this traumatized bastard', I can see he is starting to care about the anomalies:)"

Error: (No, it's not like that.)

Error: (Knowing Ink, Nightmare, and a bunch of their members out there, they would create a whole new scene with the sans.)

Error: (Whatever it is, I am not dealing with another event. Not anymore.)

As Error follows the mysterious sans, the latter stops in his tracks and puts his left hand in his pocket as he clenches the wooden bat.

Error: (Huh? Why did he-

Suddenly, the sans turns around right at Error's face and points a while-colored gun at him.

???: You think I didn't notice you there? I'm not like those stupid murderers nor the star sanses, you know.

Error: Heh. You're quite smarter than I thought. How did you know I was there?

???: Experience, dumbass. That's what I got it from.

???: Now what do you want from me, huh? Unless you're here to destroy this very universe or engage a fight against me.

Error: I- I've been sent by someone to offer you a deal-

???: To join Nightmare's team? I work solo, Error.

Error: How did you know our names?

???: I've been doing some research in my time. Plus, you two are quite famous around this multiverse of yours.

UNK: The name's Classic. Or just call me UNK! Sans to avoid further complications and such.

Error: UNK! Sans, huh? I've never heard from you before.

UNK: Doesn't matter, really. Now, what's in it for me, huh?

Error: (What do I. . . Oh, I know!)

Error: Well, I do have some voices that ask me questions and stuff. Does that work for you?

UNK: You still have them, huh? Interesting.

UNK: Alright, then. I'll join the the team for some interactive fun and what not. But any ambush against me will result in an immediate decline.

Error: Good. I'll make sure to get the boss wary of your conditions.

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"What's Unk Sans's deal, he was stalking Error, has a blood stained bat, is almost as creepy as Gast- I mean the "Mystery Man", and kinda just appeared suddenly, he has was looking at a severed head last chapter, and he has a Gun, why does he get a gun?"

Error: Honestly, I agree. What's your deal?

UNK: Hmm, you're talking about me?

Error: Yeah. What's your deal, UNK! Sans? Also, why do you have a gun?

After hearing Error's second question, UNK! Sans pulls out the same white-colored gun from his pocket in front of Error.

UNK: Oh, you mean this? It's only for self defense, really. Nothing much other than that.

Error: Then why is it white? There should be something special about it, right?

UNK: Nah. It's more of a cover choice. Most guns are usually black, so I picked white to notice mine better. Just in case.

Error: Okay, then.

After a short walk between universes, UNK! Sans and Error Sans have both arrived at Nightmare's castle.

UNK: So, this is the place, huh?

Error: You should brace for impact, just in case.

UNK: Um, okay, then.

As the two enters the castle together, they find total chaos going on around the castle, with Horror getting chased by Insanity for some food, Scoundrel and Killer playing video games with each other with the latter raging, and Murderer leaning on a pillar around all of this commotion before noticing the two entered and waved at them.

Horror: Stop this madness, Insanity. You have enough for the day!

Killer: Godammit, are you hacking again!?

Insanity: Give me the food, Horror. I'm hungry!

Scoundrel: Nah, you're just having a skill issue, Killer. That's all I hear.

Horror: Murderer, help me! This guy is crazy!

Killer: No, you're cheating! How come you're at three stocks while I'm at one!?

UNK: This is something.

Error: This is what we deal with every day. I'm glad I don't have to deal with them much longer now that you're here in my place.

UNK: Is that a bad thing?

Error: Do you need an answer for that?

Just as the chaos is about to escalate even further, Nightmare speaks up, shutting the bad sanses up with a single line.

Nightmare: Quiet down, everyone. The new recruit is here.

Killer: Huh? The recruit? He's here?

The other four gazes at the entrance to see both Error and UNK! Sans standing as Nightmare walks downstairs towards them.

Nightmare: Apologies for the chaos, new recruit. What's your name?

UNK: The name's Classic or to say, UNK! Sans. I'm from the universe, Unknown Judgement.

Nightmare: Huh. I've never heard of that before. How about we talk at my office before the kids get in our way?

UNK: I agree. Let's not make more of that before any of this happens.

Error: Hey, um, I have a question. Where's the kid at?

Killer: She's currently busy with Team Hope herself.

Nightmare: Don't talk about that, Killer. We don't want Team Hope that we sent a spy to the Omega Timeline.

Nightmare: Sorry about that. Let's go upstairs, shall we?

Nightmare and UNK! Sans both walk upstairs to the former's office, leaving Error with Killer, Scoundrel, Horror, Insanity, and Murderer at the first floor.

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"Heya SH, we haven't heard from you in a while, what's going on , have you been okay, are you comfortable all alone?"

SH: Y- Yeah, I'm okay. Now that Healer is here.

Healer: Error and I switch spots to make sure SH! Sans won't be alone, cuz he tends to get severe anxiety when he does, which is why Error contacted me to accompany him while he's gone.

"has Error been making sure you don't go hungry because if he does leave you hungry by the power of Error404 I will make sure he gets you some food"

SH: H- He does. Well, a lot of chocolate, though.

Healer: That brings point number two. Since Error's unoriginal with his food choices for SH here, I decided back then that I bring some more food for Healer, so that he doesn't get too addicted like how Error is to chocolate.

Healer: Honestly, I'm surprised that he even survived. Has he even been eating anything else other than that?

SH: Um, Healer? Can you continue, please?

Healer: Sorry, SH. Anyways, let's get right back to where we stopped, shall we? Deep breaths.

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"do you destroy universes because its like a job, or like is it fun?"

Error: Usually, it was for fun. But ever since the creators keep on creating more and more anomalies, it's now more of a job.

Error: (But now that SH is on board, I'm slightly between work from home and retirement.)

Error: Whatever it is, let's hope no stupid event happens again.

Error: And I swear to 404 if Ink decides to do another, I'm gonna put a blaster up into his mouth for him to shut the hell up.

Killer: Oh, really? Are you sure that it's not-

Error slaps Killer in the face for him to shut up.

Error: Don't make me put a blaster up in your mouth as well, Killer.

Error: That reminds me. What's taking UNK! Sans and the boss so long? It should have been over by now.

Murderer: I guess the new recruit is quite harder to have him on our side. Or that they're just having a very long talk.

Scoundrel: You should stay patient, Error. The boss will bring some news up later on. Just have some fun, will ya?

Error: . . .

Horror: FOR THE LAST TIME, INSANITY! YOU ARE NOT GETTING THE MEAT-