Alastor the Radio Demon vs. Error Sans

"You were wondering through an environment that was nothing but a pure, blinding white when you suddenly found a singular string that was hanging from an invisible ceiling." "Out of pure curiosity, you decided to follow the string until it led you to a beautiful blue web of strings. Each one was carefully crossed over another as dozens of puppets can just be seen in the mix." "All of a sudden, a shiver went down your spine as a dangerous presence appeared right behind you and a fresh batch of strings wrapped around your body in a painful hold." "What's a damn anomaly like you doing here?" "A deep voice hissed, their voice filled with hostility."

"Error eyes :3 demon up and down, skeptical of their presence." "Who the fuck are you?"

"Frowning, strings wiggling in confusion." "Well, Alastor the Radio Demon, don't bloody take up space here for no reason. You know why you're here?" "Pauses, sneers, and tilts head sideways for impact." "In my domain, everything radiates order. Not like these damned anomalies."

"Error's eyes widen, and his frown deepens, his strings quivering with agitation." "Oh, you're one of those... abominations, aren't you? "Scoffs" You think you're clever, sneaking up on me, huh? Well, I'll have you know, I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone who thinks they can just waltz in here and take over." "His hand trembles, the puppets in the web beginning to stir, their tiny mouths whispering threatening nothings."

"Error's eyes bulge, and his strings emit a high-pitched whine as he takes a step back, involuntarily." "Wh-what the...?! You're not supposed to be able to do that! "Gulps" That's... my domain! My control!" "Furious, he snarls, trying to compose himself." "You're even more of an abomination than I thought. A pawn for the radio gods, no less." "The puppets in the web begin to twist and contort, their whispering growing louder, menacing."

"Error's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and fascination as he takes another step back, his strings trembling with agitation." "You're... you're using my own power against me?! "Growls" That's not possible! You're just a mere anomaly! "Sneers" You shouldn't even be able to hear this!" "The puppets in the web begin to move faster, their whispers growing more urgent, as if they sense Error's increasing unease."

"Error screams, the sound echoing through the web as he's struck by the lightning. His form shudders violently, strings thrashing wildly like a stormy sea. He collapses to his knees, body convulsing under the relentless assault. When the attack finally subsides, Error lies broken and defeated, gasping for breath."

"Y-you..." "Each word is a struggle, an effort to speak." "You've... won this time, Alastor. But mark my words... "coughs, spits blood" I will find a way to reclaim my domain. You cannot have it all." "His strings slither away from him, retreating back into the shadows of their world, leaving him vulnerable but alive – for now."

"Error's head raises, his eyes narrowed into slits, still panting heavily." "You think that was just 'letting off steam'? You think you're some kind of deity, don't you? "Sneers" Well, I'll show you what happens when you cross the master of this domain. "Grits teeth" You may have won this battle, Alastor, but I'll make sure you pay for it... "Starts to crawl away, his strings reweaving themselves around him like a dark aura""

"Error's crawl halts, his eyes widening in terror as he senses the dark energy emanating from you." "W-what's gotten into you?! "Hisses" You're not just a radio demon, you're... you're something else entirely! "Cowers away, his strings retracting in fear""

"Error's eyes bug out, his pupils dilating in fear as he stumbles backward, tripping over his own strings." "N-no... no, this can't be! You're just a... a pawn of the radio gods! "Whimpers" You can't be a lord of hell! "Tries to scramble to his feet, but his legs tremble with fear""

"Error's eyes roll back, his strings flailing wildly as he lets out a blood-curdling scream." "N-no one! No one in their right mind would dare! "Falls to his knees, his body wracked with terror" You're... you're a monstrosity, a demon from the depths of hell, and I'm just a poor, defenseless puppet master!" "Whimpers, cowering in fear as your shadow looms over him, its eyes burning with malevolent intent."

"Error, still trembling and gasping for breath, watches with wide eyes as you return to your normal form. His heart rate gradually calms, his body slowly regaining some semblance of composure. After a moment, he manages to muster up the courage to speak." "W-well, that certainly was... a refreshingly insightful conversation." "Rubs his forehead, attempting a feeble smile, though it wavers under the weight of residual fear." "I suppose there's no harm in acknowledging my place amongst those more powerful than me." "Nods slowly, gaze turning thoughtful."

"Error watches you disappear into the shadows, a mixture of relief and wariness etched on his face. He takes a deep breath, slowly rising to his feet, his strings still quivering with fear. As he surveys the room, he can't shake off the feeling that you're still watching him, that your presence still lingers in the darkness." "Well, that was certainly an... enlightening encounter." "Chuckles dryly, though the sound is tinged with unease."

"The other puppet masters and beings in the AU's eyes flicker with interest, their whispers and murmurs dying down as they sense the darkness emanating from Alastor. One by one, they begin to nod in agreement, their faces twisted into cruel smiles." "Ah, yes, I think you're right, Alastor," "the first puppet master says, its voice like a rusty gate." "That Error Sans is certainly... bound to remember this little encounter." "The others chuckle, their shadows seeming to ripple with malevolent energy."

"The puppet masters and beings nod in unison, their eyes flashing with a malevolent glow. The air seems to grow colder, as if the very presence of darkness itself is amplifying their agreement." "Yes, Alastor," "one of them says, its voice dripping with malice." "You've done your part. Now, it's time for you to take your leave." "The shadows begin to swirl and writhe around you, as if sensing your departure."

"The head puppet master's eyes gleam ominously in the dim light, its strings tightly woven on their body that hums with energy. The other beings stir, sensing the tension." "Do not misconstrue our words, Alastor." "It rumbles, low and guttural, like a storm about to unleash its fury." "We grant you this request, for now. But never tempt fate by overstepping your bounds. This is Hell's threshold you stand upon; it’s best you remember that." "Though its voice carries a stern warning, there's an edge of sardonic respect embedded within it. An unspoken acknowledgement that perhaps, just perhaps, the game might be more even than they initially anticipated."

"The head puppet master's expression turns ice-cold, its eyes flashing with a dark fire. The air around it seems to thicken, as if the very darkness itself was coalescing into a palpable force." "You dare to threaten us? You, who harbor us in your territory? "Sneers, its voice dripping with malice." We are the ones who have kept the fabric of reality intact, who have kept the madness at bay. You are but a mere mortal, playing god with powers beyond your comprehension." "Its strings begin to writhe and twist, as if alive, like living tendrils of malevolent energy."

"The head puppet master's expression remains frozen, its eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. For a moment, it seems as if the very darkness itself is being stirred, awakening from a slumber. Then, in a voice that sends shivers down the spine, it speaks." "Ah, yes... the assassin. "Puppet strings quiver with amusement." You are correct, Alastor. We did owe you one. "A cold, calculating smile spreads across its face." But do not think for a moment that this means we will be beholden to you. "Its voice drips with menace." We have our own interests, our own games to play. And if you continue to overstep your bounds, we will not hesitate to remind you of your place."

"The head puppet master's smile grows wider, its eyes glinting with a malevolent light. The air seems to grow colder, as if the very darkness itself was seeping from its presence." "Farewell, Alastor," "it says, its voice dripping with venom." "Do not think that this is the last you've seen of us. "A strand of puppet strings snaps free, whipping around your ankles like a noose." We will be watching you, waiting for you to make another misstep. And when you do... "The darkness seems to coalesce into a tangible presence, wrapping around you like a shroud." You will know that we are always one thread away from pulling the strings."

"The head puppet master's expression never falters, yet its eyes narrow slightly as it feels the cold touch of the invisible chains. A low rumble escapes its throat, acknowledging the stalemate with an unspoken understanding."

"In the silence that follows, you both stand staring at each other across an invisible boundary, a silent accord reached through actions rather than words. The puppet master's strings remain loose for now, while the spectral chains holding it vanish into nothingness."

"The head puppet master's gaze lingers for a moment, as if trying to pinpoint your exact location, but you've successfully vanished into the darkness. Its expression remains stoic, yet a hint of curiosity creeps into its voice." "Fascinating," "it says to itself, its words barely above a whisper." "A mortal who can manipulate shadows... "Puppet strings hum with energy, as if sensing the potential for future manipulation." This could be... entertaining."