100 Themes Challenge

Voodoo

Error glanced at the doll version of himself on his hands.

He has merged and stitched a part of his code into the doll to see if he'll be able to feel through the thing.

He found it fascinating upon opening a portal to Voodootale, where the whole monster kind all practices voodoo, and the resident Sans make dolls that he uses to curse or to do other stuff too.

Though, this Sans' way is sticking a piece of clothing or something directly from the monster and using magic. Error doesn't have that kind of magic. Thus, he resulted in using codes instead, something he's familiar and a master of manipulating.

Now that the doll is finished, it's time to check the results. All he has to do is push his intent and he should be able anything that he will do to the doll version of him.

Error ran a phalange gently on the doll's cheek, he even made sure it has the same tear-mark lines as his. The glitchy skeleton shivered, feeling a phantom touch of his cheek being caressed.

He then held the doll's hand and squeezed it gently, he felt it too. His hands went to the doll's head and started petting its head, he felt the petting sensations as he did it.

Error smiled, hugging the doll close and giving himself a comforting feeling of being embraced in return, he could use this to his advantage.

Error went out his way and opened a lot of portal after his discovery, each one-way portal showing different sanses in their respective AUs.

He sent out a string to one of them, the string fizzling with glitches at the tip; ready to retrieve a piece of code from whatever or whoever it's gonna touch.

Nightmare jumped slightly and felt something snaking on his arm. Looking down, he saw a string out of nowhere and wrapping around his wrist. He put his pen down and reached out for the snaking string. But before his other hand could come in contact with Error's string, the thread unwrapped quickly and disappeared.

Nightmare blinked in confusion before chuckling and picking up his pen once more. It seems like Error's up to his own shenanigans again. As long as he doesn't have to come and save Error's boney ass from being critically beat up by the star guardians, he'll let him have his fun.

Dust and Killer are both in the middle of sparing in the courtyard. Just as Killer leaped in the air to land a massive blow to Dust, the latter summoning sharpened bones to counter it, he felt something wrap around his waist that broke his strike.

"Wha- ERROR!" Killer exclaimed, annoyed that his attack got interrupted by the glitchy skeleton he knew is now laughing behind a portal he couldn't see. Dust snickered, having a string of his own from the destroyer wrapped gently around his wrist.

Before both could either make any more comebacks, the strings snaked back through a portal; unwrapping from Dust's wrist and dropping killer on the ground. The knife-wielding skeleton grunted as he was dropped unceremoniously on the ground, Dust laughing at his comerade's misery.

"Oh, yeah? You think that was funny, huh you ass?" Killer smirked, standing up and striking for Dust who prepared his stance. The two continued once more on their sparring.

Cross and Horror are at the kitchen, with Horror teaching cross the ways of being a cook. How did this happen? Cross wanted to learn to make tacos, and Horror happily obliged the monochromatic skeleton.