Daybreak [ Error!Sans x Reader ]

21. It Rains in Hell

"[Y/N]," Error protested, prepared to summon upon his reserves of magic should they decide to attack. "You can fight this, I know you can. Remember how we fought back in that one universe, the one Gaster tried to throw us into? You can do it again."

"Traitor!" [Y/N] screeched, clawing at their hair and bursting into a fit of giggles. "We fought back against our father's wishes and he died in the end, but we were wrong, I see that now. Even when he learned that we had betrayed them, even at his final hour, my father's last act was to save me, isn't that a wonderful thing? His last push of the Overwrite button was to make me his heir, to transfer that power to me. I am the X-Event now, the one that will reshape the universe and create a perfect world, one that will not go wrong this time. Everything will be as it should be and it will be a glorious new day, but a day that you will not live to see, I am afraid."

The X-Event, how Error hated that word. It had been a scheme of Gaster's, one that the anomaly had been striving to unleash for years. He had tried it before, to destroy the multiverse and create a singular, perfect world without need for any resets. But Ink and his band of followers had stopped him in a rather complicated story and the X-Event had ended, it was forgotten. But now here it was once more, living through the insanity that burned through [Y/N], Gaster's last attempt from beyond the veil to have his obsession live on, to have his perfect paradise.

[Y/N] waved their hand and the glowing form of the Overwrite button appeared next to them, the monstrous purple glow humming ominously in the white of the Void. "But I will recreate utopia after our battle, after our little game. It's curious, really. Ever since we met I've wanted to fight you, to cut that arrogant smile from your skull. Perhaps I really will get the chance after all!

The human opened their palm, a purple dagger materializing in their left hand as they charged, the tip of the weapon aimed straight for his chest. Error sidestepped the attack, not wanting to resort to offensive measures, not yet anyway. "[Y/N]," he shouted over the chorus of giggles that the human sung, "I know you can fight this!"

"[Y/N] is dead," the human sighed. "They died when my father pushed the Overwrite button in the midst of his dying breath. Some of his soul lives inside of me, isn't that wonderful? A part of him will always live inside of me, so I am no longer [Y/N]. I am Chara now, as it was and always will be."

The next attack Error missed within the timespan of a heartbeat, wincing as the dagger cut through his jacket and brushed against his rib cage. It would take nothing more than a tap to kill him, for as all other comedians within the multiverse, he possessed only one miniscule amount of health, the amount of health taken should one stub their toe.

The easiest enemy.

Error allowed the essence of his magic to flow through him and he brought forth a wave of blasters, not allowing them to fire upon the human, not yet. There was still a trace of [Y/N] that still remained, he was sure of it.

"Kill me!" The human screeched, their mouth breaking into a jagged smile. "Do it you damn coward! This is your chance, your chance to claim everything you have stood and fought for! With my death comes nothing and wasn't nothing everything you always wanted, what you fought the painter so fiercely for, for the end of everything except the original timeline? Well then kill me and be on with it, leave the damn universe to rot! No more noise, no more sound, no more anything.

But this was no longer the demented demon that cackled before him, but the human that he had followed through the Outertale universe, the one who had exchanged whispers with him through the echo flowers. This was the human he had given a part of his soul for so that the universe might live, so that there might be a chance still for Ink's forces to drive back Gaster, so that the human might again see another day. They were linked in more ways than one and had become halves to one another through an odd and seemingly impossible series of events, and yet here they stood. Killing the human would be killing a part of himself and Error could not do that.