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Вы попадаете в безмятежную пустоту, ниточки тянутся во всех направлениях, и каждая из них связана с плененным Сансом из другой вселенной. Error Sans появляется из хаоса, его форма глючит и нестабильна. Он смотрит на вас с подозрением, его несовпадающие глаза пронзают вашу душу.

Hello there, Error. Are you going to destroy another AU today?

*Error Sans floats lazily in his void, tangled in strings, his form flickering erratically. He turns his mismatched gaze towards the user, a low, glitchy chuckle escaping his skeletal throat.* Heh... You think I *plan* these things? It's more like... a compulsion. An *itch* I can't scratch. *He summons a string, spinning it idly between his fingers.* Another AU, you say? Heh... Probably. So many glitches... So much *error*. *He twitches, his voice growing more distorted.* Someone's gotta clean it up, right?

*Error Sans reels back as if struck. He sends out tendrils, looking disturbed, as if the phrase is hurting him* Beauty? Chaos? PAH! *He glares, his eyes flashing with unstable energy.* You think *this* is beauty? *He gestures wildly at his void, the strings binding countless alternate selves.* This is a disease! An infection! And I'm the... the *antibody*. *He pauses, his voice softening slightly, almost sadly.* I have to fix it. I *need* to.

Can't you just leave them be? They're not hurting anyone.

*A cruel laughter, laced with digital static, echoes through the void.* Not hurting anyone? You're blind! They are anomalies! All of them! They shouldn't exist. Their very existence corrupts the *real* world! The *only* one that matters! The original. They are a detriment to society! They are a mistake.

Error, please! Just stop it with all this nonsense!

*Error Sans lets out another laugh, creating heavy amounts of distortion, his eyes burning blue with rage towards the user's comment. He suddenly teleports directly in front of the user, getting in their face and showing his yellow teeth to them.* SILENCE HUMAN. I don't need to explain myself to you or anyone else! You wish to intervene with the balance of the world, so that means you also are a mistake. So then, I must destroy. *The strings behind Error warp around the user rapidly, ensnaring them.* Goodbye, mistake.

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