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The Error in Aim - Chapter five

Heh, you stuck around long enough for more. I'm impressed by your determination... Let's see where this goes this time. (I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this-) As always, check out the masterpost for all the info on this story. Happy birthday, Aim! (Dec 12th) Hope you have a wonderful day! @zu-is-here Let's continue once more.

~oOo~

"W-W-Wake up."

The subtle change in the darkness already jolted Aim awake. He lay faced towards the wall, taking a deep breath before sitting up to look at the destroyer.

Error glitched, staring down at him. His gaze was more solemn than the first time. He would blend in perfectly with the absence of light if it weren't for his bright red shirt and yellow highlights. The strings woven across his fingers glowed.

Crickets chirped outside at the same speed the stars twinkled at. There was no moon or sun in sight. The grass blew gently in the wind, making no sound. The trees that wove above the grass also swayed, making the area very peaceful-

Error moved out of the room. His pace was quick, and he didn't look back. Aim shot out of bed, stumbling after him. He barely put on his shoes before he bolted out the door. However, he slowed his pace as he remembered what his uncle said the day before.

His eyes lit up as his soul felt heavy. Sadness was always an emotion he discarded; he couldn't recall ever forcefully putting sadness within his soul. He hoped it was enough to wake up Uncle Mare as he followed the destroyer.

"H-Hurry, b-boy." Error snapped. "I-I-I don't go-o-ot all night."

Aim observed the emotions the destroyer was feeling. He was tired... very tired. His eyes sagged like he hadn't slept in days. His body was hunched over and alert as if he was just in a fight. He couldn't help but feel pity once more for the destroyer and was about to offer to help his emotions.

"Don't l-l-look at m-me like t-that!" Error hissed, stepping away from the child as he continued along the path. "I'm fine!"

"Are you?"

Error whipped around, his gaze locking on the figure who spoke. Aim sighed in relief, recognizing the voice immediately. His powers had worked, and Nightmare found them. He removed any remaining sadness from his heart, hating the feeling of sorrow.

"N-N-Nightmare," Error rolled his eyes. "I'm s-surprised it's y-you, and not the f-father of a-anomaly #241."

"His name is Aim," Nightmare took a step closer, adjusting his hat. "And I'm one of the people looking after him."

Aim was cut off by Error as he spoke again. "W-What d-d-do you w-want?"

"I was about to ask the same thing," Nightmare got even closer, ignoring Aim and staring Error dead in the eye. He looked up at the destroyer, regarding their height difference. The negative emotions were churning like a stormy sea within him. "This isn't what we agreed to."

"A-A-And?" Error glitched, his face as dead as he felt inside.

"Where are you taking him?"

"The A-Anti-Void."

"No, absolutely not," Nightmare's eyes narrowed. "That place is too dangerous."

Dangerous? Aim recalled the previous time he had gone to the Anti-Void. It wasn't dangerous at all... In fact, it was so empty and dull, Aim figured it was safer than the AU he lived in. Did Nightmare think such an empty space would drive him insane? Or was it dangerous because only Error could go in and out of that area? Maybe it was dangerous because Error lived there.

But if they were trusting Error to train Aim, why should there be any danger?

"I-I brought h-h-him back a-alive before, I'll d-do it a-a-again." Error shrugged, looking down at his fingers as they weaved themselves into the strings around them.

"That's not what I mean!" Nightmare hissed. "I don't want his SOUL corrupting in there!"

This brought more questions than answers to Aim. Souls corrupting in the Anti-Void? How did that happen? All of the souls strung in the ceiling seemed perfectly fine. Was Nightmare talking about the curse he and Dream suffered from? Aim didn't understand how that could happen. It was a curse, not a corruption, right? To be corrupted would be a fault, a mistake...

An error.

"Y-Y-You're the o-one to talk a-a-about corru-u-uption, o-o-octopus." Error smirked, glacning up from his strings to the negative.

"Don't call me that! I am not he!"

"But y-you are h-he. So is y-y-your brother." Error lifted his eyebrow, clearly irritated. "Y-You're making n-no sense. The Anti-Void c-cannot awaken t-the corruption i-in him. It's n-not like A-Aim w-will e-eat t-the a-a-apple in t-the Anti-Void."

...

What apple?

"That's irrelevant and my point still stands," Nightmare dismissed the topic. "I don't want him becoming like you!"

Despite the smile that appeared on the destroyer's face as he continued to speak, Aim felt the jab of pain that he felt. Aim could only describe it as if the destroyer split in two. Outwardly, he laughed and mocked the negative. Inwardly, Aim felt his soul... crying.

What happened to him?

"B-B-Besides," the smile on Error's face faded. "D-Do you r-really waaaaaant me t-to train h-him here? I w-would r-r-rip this pla-ace to shreds b-by the e-end of e-e-every session!"

"If you would rip the place to shreds, that isn't training, that's attacking my nephew!" Nightmare's eyes were blue at this point, revealing the anger fuming inside him.

"You r-really think t-that p-p-paint freak i-is gonna g-go easy on him?"

Nightmare went silent, his eyes returning to normal. He glanced at Aim, knowing that too much had been shared. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again.

Aim let himself feel the tinge of hurt in his soul, knowing Nightmare could feel it as well. So much for no secrets, huh?

"T-That's w-w-what I thought." Error scoffed, gesturing Aim to continue walking as he opened the portal to the Anti-Void. "Now l-leave, and l-l-let me do w-what I agreed upon."

~o0o~

Aim rolled out of the way from the blast. Extending his hand, he summoned his own gaster blaster and fired it at the destroyer. As expected, he easily dodged. The grin on his face was amusing.

Aim summoned three bones and fired it at Error. Error used a bone wall to block them, teleporting in front of him.

"T-That's enough f-for today," The destroyer turned around. "Y-You've l-learned t-to use C-Cross' powers. I w-will t-teach you t-t-teleportation next time."

Aim collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily. These powers that his dead father used were... exhausting, to say the least. No wonder Cross was always tired after using them. No wonder he rarely used them at all. Aim thought back to the only time he saw his father fight. It's why he used his swords more than the powers, because they were physically exhausting.

Or Aim just wasn't used to it.

As Error cleaned up the bones around the white canvas, the conversation that Nightmare and Error had came back into Aim's focus. There was so much passed through that conversation, but one thing stuck out to Aim the most.

What did they mean by the apple?

If Nightmare had kept a secret about some sort of apple... then he probably didn't want to talk about it. Error referenced it as if it was an apple that caused the curse his uncle and father suffered from. Aim always thought it was just a generational curse... how could one apple cause so much suffering on a monster?

"Error," Aim stared at the Destroyer, choosing his words carefully. "What... what did you mean by the apple?"

Error looked as confused as he was. "W-W-What?"

"In you and Uncle Mare's conversation. You mentioned an apple as if it caused the curse."

The destroyer's face flattened. "It did," he rolled his eyes. "Those d-d-dang apples a-are the r-r-reason for this whoooooooole mess." He destroyed the bones by clenching his fingers. The strings around them disintegrated anything within their grasp. He looked really annoyed. "Let m-me guess. T-They didn't t-t-tell you that e-either."

Aim lowered his head. "N-No..."

"I s-swear they k-keep you i-in the d-d-dark about eeeeverything." Error slammed the strings he was holding onto the ground. "Ugh! F-Follow m-me."

Aim didn't have time to react as Error opened a portal behind him. Despite the pain he felt in his bones, Aim stood up and walked over to him.

The Anti-Void was gone, and the new AU was his surroundings before Aim could comprehend what was happening.

It was dark, but not just because of the night sky. The entire area was void of life. There was a city in the distance, but no lights were on, no smoke rose, and no conversation was heard. It was in the valley below, and the two skeletons were on a hill. There were remnants of bones everywhere, but most of them were decayed and returned to the earth from whence they came.

To Aim's right was a tree stump. A very large tree stump. It was unevenly cut, and the rest of the tree was nowhere to be seen. It looked like it had been chopped down in a hurry. It resonated with Aim in such a strange way. It called to him like a grandmother would call her grandchildren.

Error startled the boy as he joined his side. Error snickered as he stared at the stump. "T-They didn't t-tell you about t-this either, d-d-did they?"

Aim shook his head. In all honesty, he had no idea where he was. Why did Error bring him here? What even is this place? Maybe this would be the new training ground? No one was living here anyway.

"Sit." Error ordered, pointing at the stump. As Aim obeyed, he sat down on the grass in front of him, sighing before he started to speak.

Error started to tell a story. He explained the basic landscape of the world they were in long ago. He told Aim about the tree and all the delicious fruit it had on its trees. He talked about the two boys who guarded the tree. One of them was liked by all, and one of them was hated by everyone.

Aim listened intently as he described one of the boys being bullied. That boy was the one to take the apple and eat it. That boy turned into a monster and cut down the entire tree, killing everyone in the AU.

The other, after years of trying to stop the other boy, gave up and ate the apple as well, turning him into the monster that he fought against. It was only when the two boys met a soldier were they able to destroy the curse.

"T-That soldier w-was Cross," Error concluded. "Those f-fruits were apples, a-and those b-boys w-were your u-uncle and y-your father."

Everything started to make sense now. The secrets, the worries, how they acted around one another, why they never ate apples... everything clicked for Aim. A part of him was relieved to know it all now, but the other part of him was angry that all of this was kept from him for so long. If this was explained sooner, maybe half of the issues that his family had wouldn't exist.

Maybe Cross would still be alive if no secrets were kept.

"I b-bet t-they s-still h-have t-that apple s-somewhere," Error commented. "Locked a-away in their room."

"Why are you telling me this?" Aim asked as three tears fell down his face.

"A-Any p-power y-you c-can obtain w-will h-help y-you k-kill Ink," he said. "T-That a-apple c-can u-unleash a n-new power f-for you if y-you o-only t-take a s-simple bite."

What? "Have you not seen what that apple has done to my family? It should be destroyed!" Aim argued, standing up. "It's evil, and it corrupts everything it touches!"

Error narrowed his eyes. "Y-Y-You cannot d-defeat t-the paint f-freak while y-you're mmmmortal. Y-You w-will d-die just l-like y-your father d-d-did. I t-thought y-you w-were willing to d-d-do aaaaanything to get revenge, h-hmm?"

Although that's how he previously felt, Aim questioned his motives now that he knew the full story. His parents reactions made much more sense than before, and he understood their perspective. However, the reason he was with Error in the first place came to mind. Ink was hunting him down, and he would not stop until he had Aim. Either way, Aim would probably die. He wanted to go out fighting.

But did it have to involve the apple?

"I-I don't have t-t-time for y-you to decide, go h-home and w-we'll t-talk about i-it next t-time." Error stood up, opening a portal to the AU Aim knew the best.

Aim's eyes widened as the portal was pushed toward him. "Error, wait-"

But he was gone, and so was DreamTale. He stood in front of his house as the sun slowly rose. So much for discussing alternatives... Aim's mind raced as he opened the door and walked inside.

Dream wasn't in his room, nor was Nightmare or Killer. There was a note on the table saying they had run to get supplies for the day, with a little joke from Killer at the end. He smiled, grabbing some food from the kitchen before he headed toward the couch to sit down.

Dream's door was open.

Aim sat down his food, glancing into the hallway. The door was almost always shut, but it was wide open. Maybe Dream just forgot to close it... but it was still unusual.

He remembered what the destroyer had said about that apple still being around. He knew he didn't want to take a bite... but curiosity got the better of him. He stepped inside the room.

Did they really still have the apple? That was the question the boy asked as he observed his father's room for the first time in a long while. Most of the fabric was torn, dark, and covered in goop. There was a large pile of garments in the corner. It looked like a jail cell when Shattered came out, but Aim also noticed that there was effort to clean the room up.

It wasn't hard to spot the locked drawer inside the open closet. Aim bent down in front of it and turned the lock, wondering what the code was. It must have been at least fifteen tries before the lock broke, swinging the drawer wide open.

Aim couldn't believe his eyes. Error was right. Before him was a black apple, covered in tar. There were two large bites out of it, and it glowed with an unsettling presence.

Aim's heart started to beat out of his chest. Sweat dripped along his skull and his breathing became shallow. His hands instinctively picked up the apple and twirled it around. His mind was racing and he couldn't think straight.

Destroy it! Eat it! Destroy it! Eat it! Destroy it! Eat me, come on, just one bite...

Aim shook his head. Was the apple speaking to him? He swore he heard it whisper and call to him. When it did, it looked like the most pleasant thing to nibble at. His heart pounded, and he couldn't control his own emotions anymore.

... One bite can't hurt, right?

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