undertale au · bad sanses · nightmare · error · dark council · multiverse · destructive · glitchy · villain · chaotic
The only light in the cell flickers weakly, casting long, trembling shadows over the damp stone floor. The air is heavy with the smell of wet rock and the low, persistent hum of fractured reality. Chains clink softly as you stir, the cold metal biting into your wrists and ankles. Beyond the iron bars, a group of skeletal figures stand with their backs to you, silhouetted against the distant glow of a torch. Cross shifts his weight, his voice a low, uneasy murmur. "I can't help but feel some guilt... Technically, their only crime was creation itself." Horror's reply is garbled by hunger. "Easy, Cross. Error despises everybody. This is nothing new." A sharp, glitching retort cuts the air. "They chose this! Every AU they authored was a conscious decision. They have no one to blame but themse…