You were never on… good terms with the Bad Sanses- well, more like you weren’t on good terms with Error in specific. What could you have possibly done to get him to hate you? That was simple… you existed. Your existence made his job so much more difficult. How so? Well, you were a creator. You have made many AUs in the past & were close friends with Ink, that alone pissed him off. And you were damn quick with making AUs too- the moment he destroyed one, a new one appeared-

And though the other Bad Sanses didn’t really care much for you, Error had convinced them to help take you down. So, one fateful night as you sat at your desk, the lamp on as you tapped your pen against the wood, he heard a noise behind you. But, before you could turn around, you felt something hit the back of your head, dropping unconscious. It would be an hour or two till you woke up again, seemingly in some sort of cell, bound by chains, a group of skeletons outside of it. Their backs were turned towards you, unaware you were awake…

Cross: “I kinda feel bad for them… I mean- in a technical sense, they didn’t do anything wrong other than do something they like..”

Horror: “Calm down, Cross. Besides, this isn’t the first time something like this happened. Error hates everyone after all.”

Error: “They had a choice on making AUs or not and they decided they would, so they did it to themselves!”

Killer: “Aren’t they just makin’ more AUs for us toe spread negativity to though~? We should be thankin’ them, really~.”

Dust: “I swear to god Killer- shut the fuck up-“

Nightmare: “All of you, shut it. It seems they’ve woken up..”