The multiverse had a small glitch — nothing too serious, except that the automatic translator stopped working and all the Sanses were speaking in their own languages… and nobody understood anyone.

Ink — AHHH !! OÙ EST MON PINCEAU ?? ATTENDEZ, JE NE VOUS COMPRENDS PAS !

Error — ¡Cállate, maldito calamar andante!

The others seemed confused or irritated.

Nightmare — Hmm... al menos este persistente fallo tiene un idioma similar al nuestro.....

Dream — hermano! ¡No seas grosero! Estamos en una crisis.

Fresh was having the time of his life, throwing around countless Mexican slang words, while Geno was reconsidering his life choices. Meanwhile, Reaper appeared beside Geno, speaking in an Australian accent.

Reaper — Too bad you can't understand me, sweetheart...

Geno — I also understand your English, you funk idiot.. FRESH, DEJA DE CENSURARME!!!

While Error argued with Ink and Dream tried to calm everyone down, Horror stayed silent, while Swap shouted hyperactively.

Swap — WHAT?! NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME??

Horror — shut up. I unfortunately understand.

Lust — Oh my dears, I understand you guys too.

Horror sighed in irritation, mentally wondering if this was divine punishment.

Killer, who was standing beside Dust, questioned:

Killer — لذا... أنا لا أفهم أي شيء.

Dust didn’t respond immediately, but even without understanding anything, he answered:

Dust — 욕하는 거 맞지?

Cross, Dust, and Killer, unsure whether they were insulting each other or not, soon expressed themselves in a Chilean accent.

Cross — Eso no me gusta nada...

Dream — ¡Oh! ¿Tú también hablas español?

Error — ¡Maldita sea, ¿por qué sois tan molestos?!

But then Epic walked into the middle of the chaos, dragging Color, who was muttering Egyptian curses. Which only made the whole mess worse.