(S1) Chapter 1: Getting the Milk

== Author’s Note ==
This is an older chapter. The direction of the story wasn’t entirely known during the time of this chapter’s writing. Our story writing and writing style in general have improved over time. Although a more logical approach to this would be to just rewrite it, I feel like that ruins the magic of Betatale. It was originally an unserious joke story with no real plan. Albeit it’s still a joke story, but it’s certainly gotten better. Season 1 was experimental anyways, and keeping this around serves to show how far me and Reaper have come. If you pay attention, you’ll see this throughout the chapters. 
== The Chapter Itself ==
Billy Mays stood up, groaning in pain as he put up his overly edgy hood. He brushed some dust off his clothes, as he considered his surroundings for a moment. He had just been teleported into the middle of nowhere, however, luckily, it seemed to be less barren than assumed. There was a forest surrounding him, giving him a sense of liveliness. He looked at his hand, which was now covered in strange weird black-spider web looking shit. How this was connected to being a creature of the anti-void, I really don’t know. It just looks cool. Billy Mays, sick of his current name, decided to altercate to Error404. How this came up despite the anti-void nor mainframe having jack all to do with Errors or Error404 in general is beyond me, just go with it so we can rip off Error.
He turned to see if there was anyone to exclaim this moniker to, only to see the ghost of Dekios, aka PAPAYA, floating next to him. PAPAYA clearly was unhappy with his current situation, having to be latched to a mopey annoying edgelord. However, he decided to not make note of it. He re-adjusted his gloves, which felt extremely strange due to him being a ghost and all. How exactly do ghosts even work, and how does it feel to be one? I would go on and explain in legitimate detail, creating an interesting scene and atmosphere. If I was writing this unironically, but, y’know, ;^). Since I’m not, I’ll just say he’s the same as phantom papyrus or something (even though phantom papyrus was canonically legit just the delusions of a madman).
“So, papaya, I’m gonna be Error404 from now on.” Billy Mays said in an overly timid and weak voice. Dekios was now in immense pain at the thought of having to discuss things with his brother, but decided to stop being a prick and just try and lighten the mood. He breathed in and out, considering what his moniker would be in combination. I would be lazy and just make him ‘error404!papyrus,’ but that would actually make things harder for me and force me to type that out every time he makes his dialogue, so y’know, nah.
”THEN I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL BE KNOWN HENCEFORTH AS ERROR182, RIGHTFUL COMPANION TO ERROR404!” Error182 now said, immediately lifting Error404’s mood. Wait, ew, am I writing legit character interaction which has natural implications based on how actual people act in such situations? Mega gross. Error404 proceeded to call his name ‘dumb’ without providing an alternate solution, due to being an edgelord anti-hero, and obviously being a dick to all your allies is super-cool!
The two walked down the trail, as Error404 put his hands in his pockets due to having nowhere else to put them. Error182 followed apathetically, floating beside his former brother as he hummed ‘bonetrousle,’ creating probably like a thousand questions about how theme songs work in Betatale, but I’ll ignore that because I love flavor text. Anyway, moving on, they walk down the dirt trail, the sun beating down on them, and Error404 quickly realizing wearing a hoodie in summer weather is extremely uncomfortable. He decides to keep wearing it to try and look cool, causing sweat to poor down his face. Oh don’t worry Willy Wonka, your journey is only about to begin.
Meanwhile, HAM!Sans was in his super evil lair (SEL, trademarked), plotting how next to epicly troll Error404 skeppy minecrap style. Traditionally, I would follow Alphatale and have him come up with a stupid plot to steal the anti-void hack or something, but on recollection, Infected had no plan in Alphatale…? Like, uhh… y’know what, moving on. HAM!Sans smirked, stroking his beard which he apparently had despite being a skeleton, as he considered his malevolent plot. He turned in his swivel chair, as he faced Ugandan Knuckles, who was standing there, looking up at him.
”My Ugandan Comrade, I can assist you in locationg |da wae| to Uganda, but first you and your other friends must assist me in the destruction of Billy Mays. For he is my arch-enemy, and one that I must obliterate no matter the cost! He is currently in |fillertale|, and you are to hunt him down and ambush him!” HAM!Sans said down at Ugandan Knuckles. Despite the vagueness of this plan, Ugandan Knuckles nodded. To be fair, HAM had no reason to get overly complex about his plan given he was just trying to kill a dude. Ugandan Knuckles turned around, as he breathed in, and out, preparing himself. He clicked his tongue extremely loudly.
”MAH BRUDAS, COME, COME! COME CIRCLE AROUND, WE HAVE A QUEST TO DA MASTER! HE WILL SHOW US DA WAE TO UGANDA AND OUR QUEEN *clicc.* WE MUST KILL DA SKELETON THEY CALL BIELLY MAYS! *clicc,* MAH BRUDAS, PREPARE FOR BATTLE!” Ugandan Knuckles said, as thousands, no, millions of Ugandan Knuckles flocked around the area, clicking in unison as they began equipping themselves with new weapons such as spears, swords, etc. Why are they fighting with medieval weapons when they’re going up against a dude who can apparently travel between and level entire planets? I don’t know, stop asking questions dammit!
Meanwhile, Error404 and Error182 entered a village, as they looked around. The village had nothing of interest, being merely a small medieval european village. Error404 finally put his hood down, getting wayyyy to hot at this point. He wiped his face, as he and Error182 walked into the village. Apparently, the villagers were used to seeing undead glitched monsters entering their village, so just continued their daily lives as usual. We can’t have conflict, can we now? That’s too messy to write. Error404 approached a nearby shopkeep, as he reached into his pocket, grabbing a bag of gold coins. Well, golly gee I’m sure happy this village conveniently uses the gold standard, and as did your old universe apparently. Lucky for you, Willy Wonka. Things just keep workin’ out for ya.
”so uh, can you show us where to find the king of this area?” Error404 asked, raising his eyebrow in funny sus motion, as he offered the bag of gold to the man who probably didn’t even speak English for said information. Conveniently yet again, the man did speak his language and responded in the same one.
”Of course, down that street good sir.” The man said, motioning towards the castle which Error404 apparently didn’t notice, being a dumbass and all. Error404 quickly began jogging down the road, with Error182 being forced to follow. Nothing of interest really happened, until they rounded the corner, there they saw a Ugandan Knuckles.
”MY BRUDHAS, HE IS HERE! KILL HIM, WE MUST KILL HIM NOW! *click*” The knuckles said, as suddenly, millions more knuckleses rounded the corners, surrounding Error404. Error404 raised his fists, preparing for an epic fite, as The Ugandan Knuckleses charged at Error404, clicking rapidly, as he quickly fired a beam of epic snas energy, incinerating a group of Ugandan Knuckleses. Damn, that’s edgy and pretty dark, you just killed like 23 people. Anyway, Error404 quickly ran past and rounded a corner, running from the groups of Ugandan Knuckleses. Again, apparently these people were used to seeing armies of memes, since they had no significant reaction. Error404 quickly ran, until he rounded a corner into a dead end, given he was apparently that stupid. Smh, man.
”WE HAVE YOU NOW, MAH BRUDHA! THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM DA WAE *click*” Ugandan Knuckles said, clearly implying there was an escape. Suddenly, the Ugandan Knuckleses heard the revving of a car, which obviously confused them since they were surrounded by a largely agrarian village. Come to think of it, how did cars even drive on these roads? I don’t think they had effective concrete this far back. Eh, whatever. The Dababy Convertible drove in, as ‘LETS GO’ was said a bunch on earrape, because funny. The car plowed through The Ugandan Knuckleses, tearing them apart, as it swerved to a stop.
A man exited the car, in a full body robe, as he adjusted his robe to further effect, as Error404 looked on in confusion to this convenient Deus Ex Machina, until he suddenly recognized the man in front of him.
It was none other than… (jazz hands plz)
DABABY CAR DRIVER.
”LETS GO.”
Category:Canon
Category:Story
Category:Season 1
Category:Written by Reaper