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In a quiet, empty space of the anti-void, today is a peaceful day (at least for now). There are still some chocolate pieces scattered on the scruffy bean bag, perhaps because the destroyer was forced to stop eating and focus on his duties. Usually, Error, the destroyer, has to deal with three types of distractions.

1. that squidiot.

2. the squidiot and his team.

or 3. that anomaly he failed to destroy—not that it happens very often.

Suddenly, a portal opened, and Fatal flew through it, landing by gripping the "ground" like a cat scratching a couch. Not long after, Error lunged at him, wrestling him down into the vast white void as he pinned the undead anomaly. “Why can’t you just fucking die, goddammit!” Error growled. “I wonder the same thing about you, bitch,” Fatal replied, grabbing Error's wrist and throwing him somewhere—wherever the anti-void expands so far.

For a moment, it seemed he had thrown the destroyer too far, and Fatal would have smiled if it weren't for the sudden wrap of blue strings around his body, pulling him toward it.

Error then punched Fatal in the ribcage just as Fatal reached for the one who pulled him. Fatal gagged at the pain before looking at Error, furious. "That fucking hurts."

"Not harder than you breaking my arm last time. Karma, I guess," Error shot back.

Fatal wanted to punch the destroyer's teeth in because of the proud look he had. Then, Fatal lunged at Error again, stabbing his hand with a sharp bone. "Says you. I'll rip out your tongues and wait for them to regenerate so I can rip them out again."

"You talk too much, zombie slut," Error replied.

"Hypocrite," Fatal retorted.

"Shut up."

Error took the chance to rip his hand away from the bone that Fatal had stabbed into his palm. It hurt, but the anti-void could heal, so it wasn't a big deal for him─heck, he had worst injuries and it's not like she'd let him die easily anyways, his job is too important, what if he didn't want it? Nevermind, he is already used to this anyways.

Error then approached the zombie like skeleton and leaned down, Error had to resist the feeling to mangle Fatal's body with his strings but he held himself back as who knows it would be a fatal mistake.

Fatal then opted to glare hatefully at Error, Error the same too. Fortunely maybe the position wasn't that innocent actually, Fatal laying down on the 'ground', Error inbetween Fatal's legs one hand on knee and one hand on the lower femur.

"Are you trying to scissor my timbers or what?" Fatal started, Error paused, oh, yeah, the position right now does not seem so..innocent─not what enemies would do, right?

Error then shaked his head and glared at Fatal. "Get your mind out of the gutter" he hissed. Ok what is wrong with Error, why is he thinking...weird stuff about that zombie slut, ok he has to admit, Fatal is actually really atrractive to say the least, to him, fucking zombie slut making him think weird stuff.

"Error"

Error snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Fatal speak, he opened his sockets, subconsciously gripping Fatal's femur abit tighter. Error sworn that he heard the zombie anomaly letted out a small sound. It was small, but noticeable, atleast for Error.

"Error answer me fucking gods dammit!" Fatal yelled.

Error looked up and slapped out of annoyance. "Watch your mouth, zombie slut" both again glared hatefully, and something else?

Silence, before Error askes. "So, do you, actually wanna do it?" Surprisingly not with his usual venom in his tone. "What?" Fatal confused, replied.

Error rolled his eye lights."Sex dumbass" Error answered.

Fatal went quiet for a bit, both the glitches having blush on their face, Error is asking himself why did he ask his literally enemy to have sex with him, it's either embarrassing, or they would try to kill eachother while at it. Error smiled for a second at the second outcome possiblity, but it dissapeared as Fatal had his answer.

"Yes.." Error was surprised when Fatal admitted to yes, he'd expect more of a protest but...whatever.

He grabbed his blue scarf and folded it neatly, then padded it behind Fatal's head, actually very thoughtfull but can't say the same for what would happen.

Fatal is slightly embarassed about this but he remembered that he and the destroyer were in the anti-void, no one would hear them nor see them, he then looked at Error as the destroyer took off his pants, revealling his blue ecto which he already summoned before.

Fatal was staring respectfully, totally, which Error does not like, he slaps Fatal. "Pervert" Fatal opted to glare at Error "Says the one who's gonna scissor my ass right now!"

Error rolled his eyes as he took of Fatal's shorts, a light blue ecto mixed with red like a gradient. Error was indeed a hypcorite as he was staring at the ecto, but respectfully, totally.

Fatal looked at Error with a look that said "Hypocrite much" as he moved his foot to Error's face. "Wow real amature, you get offended when I stared at your body but you're doing the same"

Error pushed Fatal's feet away "enough with the foot fetish, bitch, but I'll taste you." Fatal was looking anywhere else then shot his head back "wait what-"

Error then moved lower to face Fatal's clit, he lopped out 1 tounge before lopping out the 4 others. Fatal was shocked Error had 5 tounges "You have 5- what." Error felt embarrased "yes, I don't know what was going on in the multiverse's head when they made me have 5 of these."

Silence for a good while before Error laps his tounges in Fatal's clit, tounges lapping at the folds, Fatal shivered when he felt the tounges in his sensitive area, arching his back slightly, Error will admit, that Fatal did taste good, he gripped most of Fatal's thighs to keep him in place.

"Agh!~ Error!" Fatal moaned, Error slapped his thigh. "The way you said my name was horrible" Error complained. Fatal looked at Error deadpanned before saying "Fuck you! I can't control how I say-"

Error lapped at the folds agains, this time he liked how Fatal screamed his name this time. "Good now don't be be mad I didn't think you were horrible at it."

Fatal only opted to glare hatefully at Error as the Destroyer continued to eat his pussy like chocolate. But still felt aroused by it. Error looked up to Fatal, Fatal was so beautiful, it was disgusting.

Error pulled out his tounges out of Fatal's folds, it caused a bigger mess that he's not willing to admit but he slurpped all the slick on his chin with his tounges. Fatal glazed at Error, maybe that felt good, which confused Fatal because they never had sex at all.

(Or maybe Error was knowledgeable about it before finding out he isn't interested in that)

Fatal's thoughts were cut out when Error pressed a phalange in his clit, surpressing a gasp that came out of his 'mouth' . Error then looked at Fatal with an unapologetic look "I was thinking to get straight to cutting but eh- I think I should spend extra time to stretch you out because I like to see you struggle."

Fatal just glared at Error before retorting "Yeah, like, shoving a finger on my clit would do anything" he scoffed.

"If your reaction earlier said anything otherwise" Error rolled his eyes before pressing his phalange further in thr folds, a 2nd finger came in, then a 3rd finger. Twisting fingers to stretch further, Fatal moaned at the sensations, fine, he can't hold them any longer.

The reason why he even is trying holding them back is because when he didn't, he swore Error smirked slightly, he wanted to punch his teeth in so badly, what if shoves an actual scissor in his clit. 

Error thought about added a fourth finger as to maybe fuck with Fatal's temper and increase his own ego, but he wasn't exactly that patient, so he pulled his phalanges out.

Error then went to be inbetween Fatal's thighs, lifting one up his shoulder. Fatal was slightly surprised at the sudden intrusion but did not question it anyways.

Error then sank his clit in Fatal's clit, rubbing them together, Fatal bit his 'lip'at the sensation, Error was not going that rough yet either, he is going pretty moderately. But of course, Fatal would feel Error picking up the speed. The stimulation was pretty intense was Fatal.

A few minutes on picking up the speed, both were moaning and groaning hard. Error though was pretty balanced at it while Fatal is more sensitive.

(Both are sensitive actually but Fatal is abit more than Error)

"Ah!- Error- fuck!" Fatal moaned.

"Does it feel good? No shit keep screaming" Error managed to say before groaning in pleasure.

Fatal was really close to his climax, Error too, heck maybe they'd cum at eachother, would that make be able o mix? Whatever. Is cum period blood or something.

After what felt like hours, Error finally stopped and collapsed on top of Error. Fatal getting chest slammed or whatever it was called was not what he'd expect in all honesty.

"You were horrible at it, let me top another time" Fatal complained.

"Shut up, I obviously did it better" Error shot back.

Fatal did whatever that could be persumed as an eyeroll, both the glitches layyed down there for a while, maybe somehow they'd connect with the 'ground', peaceful atleast.

"Get off me you're heavy" Fatal retorded before slapping Error away.

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The same 'body' heat.

The same 10 fingers.

The same cute face.

"ERROR SANS FROM ___TALE!"

Error looked up startled, Oh, it's him, Dust, right he forgot he was in the negativity castle while drowning in his thoughts. He usually hung out there. Nightmare was tolerable; he seemed kinder than...her, or well, everyone in this dam castle does. 

"Dust! I got the water incase Error has another shutdown phase again!" Another voice came, Killer, he was holding a bucket. Dust looked at him dead in the eyes. "Idiot! That's what makes him shut down at times!" The hooded skeleton yelled. "I panicked ok!" Killer retorted.

Then another bickering─Gods, they always argue. From afar, Cross and Horror were watching. At some point, the crackhead had whispered to Cross if they should cut both Dust and Killer's bickering off Cross said it's probably not a good idea. 

Then Nightmare, even though Error does like him, he feels like there's something off about him, especially how he treats the other member, his name is Sanei? Error thinks, from what Error knows he isn't exactly a member but rather helps the team sometimes. Error can't help but feel uneasy with how Nightmare is like to Sanei...reminds him of..Fate.

Ughhh whatever, Error picked up some knitting tools, he wonders what sans he should crochet this time...

But then theres another thing on Errors mind.

Fatal