Death's pov:
I was peacefully sleeping in our bed when I hear mumbling from my right side. I turned around and yawn before I found Error holding blanked tightly while mumbling from his sleep. "Glitchy. Are you alright?" I ask him worriedly but he didn't seem to hear me before he continues to mumble. "need my help. . .killed me." "G-glitchy." "L-like I would . . . trust. . . you." Erratum mumble.
"What is he talking about. What does he mean by killing him?" "Ţ̛͖͆H̹̻̬̉͋̅Ĕ̦̪̜̩̐͗͝N͔̣̘͖̅̈́̉͡ ̩͐W͎̗̟̏̓̉H͖̩͑̇Y̞͉̺͕̽̈́̌̿̚ͅ ̥̥̼̅̀̓W̥͖͑̌A̠͞Ṣ͘ ͕̋Y̭̯̟̰͊̑̌̏O͇͇̘̒͛̕U ̘̬͗͗S͇̳͔̽̾͝Ǫ͙̫̤̻̈͋̾̂̌ ̝̭̫̖͓̑͆̇̑͘B̬͚̪́́͞L̬̘̏̓͛͜I̼͆Ṋ́̏͢D!̘̫̫̪͑̇͐̎" Erratum shouts from his sleep. "Erratum. Glitchy. Are you alright. Please answer me." I whisper at him but he doesn't respond to me and just continues to mumble.
"G̡̦̘͂̍̀ḭ̝̀͝v̢̥̜̎̈͞ȩ̳̐̋ ̢̛̯̆m̪̼͐̓é͕̙̅ ̺̭͙̀̿͡ȏ͓̫͆ņ̛̗͘͢͝e͔͓̯͗̓̌ ̨͈͚̓͆̐r͖͎̽̑̐͜é͎̝͑a̹͔̿͐s̙͍̄͊ö̡̢́͘n̨͉̅̓. . .ỳ̭̳̎͡ͅơ͚͖̱̈́͆u̙̞̇̒ ̧̛̀͜ḑ͈̎̍o̘͖͛̐n̳͖͍͒̀̈e̥̯̎̒ ̬̄͗ͅt͎̭͊̓ō̫̙͛ ̛̛̼̻̖̔m͍̠̥͗͆͑ẻ̯̳̊̔͜,̨̗̌̈ ̢̜͉̆̆̒Ŗ̬̤͋̇͡e̟̭̎̉ȧ̗̌͜p̤̺̌̄ė͕͕͎͂̄r̛̮̝̟̿͝",̗̳̖̔̄̄ 'Who done someting to me and him?' I thought.
"Y̱͉̑͒̏͢o̥͇͆̾u̢̜̾͊r͚̱̪͗́͡ ͇͍̑͝j̡̮̽̋o̮̣̣͂̋͠b̖͒͛ͅ ̩̥̔̇w̨̝̗̐͗̏a̼̥͎͒̈́̕s̯̳͕̃͛̑ ̠̭̓̈́t̨͙́͐ò̡͎̕ ̦̿̋ͅh̥͉̀̀̔͜e̘͍̓͠l̠͓̦͒̑̚p̧̰̐͑ ̮̼̹̌̈́̚h̨͍̊͆͡ͅi͈̺̒̑m̫͕͛̽ ̮͎̰̉̓͌a̙̣̺͂͐͒n̫̰̽̋ḋ̨̖̻̀̂ ̡̫̋͑t̞͉̰̉͝͡ǫ͚͛̔ ̛̭̹͔̾̌ṗ͔̫̀̕͜r͎̜͑̐o̲̲͔͐̈́t̹̯̒͝e̩̟̋͛c̯̹̋͑͜͠ṭ͍͒̆. . . ̥̠̚̚B̙͖̍͋ū̬̂ͅt̛͚͚̣̓̽ ͖͈̄͆̏ͅy̻̙͊͝ỡ̺̱̥̂u̥̪͂̅ ̬̳͔̈́͊̍d̤͎̓͊i͕̙͚͊̓̿d̪̯̮́̉͑n̳̘̒̎̋ͅ'̜͔̺͊̂̐t̢͚̓͛ ̢͇͆̓͘͟d̞̰̍̃ō̗̖̎ ̨̪̾͒î̼̖̆t̩̺͌̕.͎̓͠ͅ ̙̙̃̅ Ȳ̠͕͍̏̋o̧͓̒̽ǔ̟̭̱̇̀ ͔̝͇̎͑͘à̬̙̀t̯̹̓̔t̯̬̔̔̄͢a͚͉̠̾̎͠ç͓̀̍͑͜ḵ̘̭̉̑̈́ ̢̤̭͆̚̕h̼̮̎̃͟͝i̻̯̿͊m̥̩̰̋́̇ ̣̩͉́̂̚b̞̲͗̍e͕̯͌̈́̕͜c̺̻̋͞ō̻̝͞ū̠̯̓s̢͖̊͗e̻̘̊̃ ̢͓̋̕h͍̹̾͋ȇ̜̝͗ ̞͙͑͐ď͎̦́o̜̤̾̈n̩̗̮̑̃̃ė̩̘͡ ̞̤͌̽s̻̟̻̔̆̐o͕̗͑́͢͝m̹̟̅͘e̫͈̒͡t̛͙̝̖̕͝i͇̮͗͌n͙͚̿̊g̜̰̅͘ ̥̠̘͗̓͛ý̙̝̞̄̂ṑ̟ͅȕ͎̜̈ ̙̦̀̕t̬̞͊̎h̖̜̅͐i̭̭͠͠ṋ͕͍̅̉͘k̞̫̅̏ ͓̹͂̂w̲̱̚͠a̛̝̳̼̅̌s̮̋̌͜ ̧͕̄͌b̰͕́̃a̢͖̫̓͌̕ḍ̨̗̎͂͝." 'About who is he talking now.'
"Į̹̎̓'̞̺̆͛͋͟m̡̪̅̔ ̹͓̚̕s̞̝͊̒͜͠į͉̉̔c̘̥͍̏̄͝k̠̳̈͊̐͜ ̠̥͊͆o̢̮͋̋f̖̈͞ͅ ̥̝̣̀̾͠ý̡͓̅ö̮̍͢ũ̙͉͋͜͝ ̮̮̔̈͘͜D̢̎͐͟ṙ͖͕̦̆̆è̢̞͚̐͞a̰̹̓̿͒ͅm̠͖̊͡.͎̮̘͐͆̿ ̝͈̅́Ȳ̧̎̑͟ͅo̗̤̔̆ư̳͛͜͟͞ ̪̦̽͆s̫̥̉͟͡͝ḫ͙͇̈̿͆ó̭͋͢u̡̘̣̓͌̆ľ̨͎̹̐͝d̬̖͙́̆͞ȇ̩͖̚ņ̩̜̋͐̈ ̠̠̞̑̔̓b̥̥̠̓͘̚e̢̻̍͠ ̘͓̠́̈́̚c͓̘̪̎̎͠a̐́ͅͅl̢͙͆̿̕ͅl̯̺͌͋͡ͅe͚̩̅̋ḓ̛͍̏͜͡ ̳̜̑̑a͔͓̔͛ ̮̳̰̎͂̀g̨̟̩̀̑̕ǔ̪̜̏r̲̜͚̆̒̽á̢̡͝d̩̺̉́i͍̝̓̓a̡̱̜͌̂͡ń͎͈̜͐͝ ͉̯̔͘ằ͔̻̦͊t̳͚͚͊͘͞ ̢͌̈̕͜͟ǎ̛̮͉͚͡ǹ̠̦́y̟̗̞̌̎̐ ̟̦̣̋̾̀p̼̠̱̆͌͞ô͚̝̍i̛͙̙̿̆͟n̟͈͛̕t͓̼̿͛.͎͙͖̆̕̚ ̧̙̗̄̄͗Y̙͖̔̕o̢͖͎͗̂̃ṳ̧̮̿̓̓ ̡̡͇̆̊͘a̟̦͇͌̎̕ṟ͕͔̊̍̀ȩ̲̊̾͆͢ ̢͚̕͝j̻̘͛̋u̯̳͑̓s̪͈̓̔̽͢t͕͑͐͜͢͠ ̮̹̏̂ô̲̯̓n̨̮͌̋e̺̜̪̐̒́ ̟̪̿̒͌ͅb̨̺̹̅̈́̌i̱̱̲͛͛́g̼̠̊̊̚ͅ ̝̘̟̾͑͋ṉ͇̐̓ả̫̙̯̀͡i͇̪͓͌̓̐v̢̺͚̎́̚e̛̫͖͆ ̨̻̲̾̆̓k̻͆͟͡ḭ̹͒͆ḍ̛̣́ ͈̺̬̓͛͞ṯ̕͟͝h̤̙͊̑à̧͍̾t͉̻͛͆͟͝ ̡͚̘̋̓͡ď̲̲̿ȏ̺͙͆ņ͖̅͂'̠̠̇̌͘͜t̝̬̤́̊̚ ̜̺͆͛u̧̹̥̍̏͊n̰̬͐̅d̻̘̉͞e̜͎̔͡r͍̪̚͡s̛͔̗͞͡ͅt̜̰͋̍a̟̖͒͗ň̲͕̉ḏ̱̄̍̊͜ ̡̜̻̉̅͆b̗̺͂̂ö̧̈͢t̟̘̅͠ḫ̎̒͜͞ͅ ̛̦͍̯͋̌s̺̻̋́̚͜i͕̭̋̏ḑ͙̲͋͌́ĕ͚̺̰̒͌ŝ͙̲͛ ̨͍̈́͞ô̞͢͠f͚͈̉͊̚͢ ̙͉̾̉c͔͕̓̍ȧ̬̣̩̓̈́r̳̩̉͊̃͜d̠̳͓͋̉͒.͙͔̈́̒ ̯̪̬̽̀̀S̹̘̯̆͗̓ó͇̳̉ ̻̙̈͗d̫̫̈̀̇͜ǫ͙̜͊̌̽n̠̹̦͐͌̉'͖͇͗̀͂͜t̡̟̀̀̕͢ ̧̛̱̹̽̃e̲̮͂̓x͇͆̎ͅp̹̠̝̽͂͝l̢͕̀͋e̛̬̻͝t̢̝̗̄͗̐ ͇̻͕̆̋̋m̺̟̓̃e̢̼̫͗̾̏ ͉̱̔͝ţ̙̥̈̀́ő̭͎̖̿̎ ̗̞͗͡f̮͑̈ͅḭ̳̣͐̌̕x͔͔̒̉ ̮̳̇̓y̢̠̌̈́o̢͖͛́̚͟u̧̡̡͛͋͒ŕ̠͙̐ ͓́͘ͅp̹̞͇̌̒̎r̥̠̓̅ọ̧̈̆b͙͈̳́̉̔ĺ͈̬͓̈́̚e̻͉̤̋́͋m͔̼̾͐̔͢s̗̪̑̽̋͜ ͍͎̂̐u̢͒̓͟n͇̝͆̕s̢̠̽̀l̪̫͚͆̓́e̹̻͂̽s̠̳̱̀̚̚ș̢̫̽̌̌ ̧͓̅̓i̧̧̯̽̿̆ṭ̙̩̇̀̄ ̯̫̦͊̎̚i̠̖̓̿ş̨͇̏̂̌ ͇̜̘̑̅͠n͍̘̜̈́̚͝e̮͚̮͒̌̈c̬̤͋͒̓͜c̟̩̊̈è̮̰͌s̭̺͉͌͛͗à͍̞̹̽̃r̢͚̞̓̀̽ý̜̼͐.̗̘̚͝ ̜̯̮̀̾͐Ã̠̟̬̆̎n͖̬͘͞d̢̪̾͑ ̘͓̾͛͊͟ṇ͖̂̈́͜͞o̠̯͉͌̍̿w̢̐͂ͅ ͉̭͇́͑̍L̖͇̔̽E̠̯̜̔̉̂Ä̢͚́͐V̯͑͘͟Ě̞̟̔̍͟!̣̖̜͆̏́" Erratum shouts last part making me flitch before he just turn to me like nothing happend.
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Mr. Erratum. Second chance for better life. (DestructiveDeath/ ErrorxReaper)
Hayran KurguGod of Destruction and God of Death they are same but different in same time. Both of them hate each other. But what would happend if one of his friends/brother. Help them to know each other? What would happend if they would be friends? Wh...