Error's life was a whole down,if that made sense..
He was a monster wasn't he? Created to be ruthless and horrid to whoever may be unlucky enough to cross his path one day. Everyone knows it...inks practically made a whole announcement about it after all. The multiverse does not welcome him...well most of it. Sure he does find satisfaction and pleasure in destroying au's and mistakes but who wouldn't? Would you like to die while multiple worlds clash into eachother? Didn't think so. Error simply destroys for the sake of his own life and balance. The universe should be thanking him for keeping them alive but of course...he's the so called 'villain' of the story so what's the point? He's tried so many times...so many failed attempts to tell ink and inform him why he does what he does. But apparently heroes aren't all their cut out to be seeing as he refuses to even acknowledge error's words. Unfortunately he can't escape from the pain even when he's alone considering all the voices in his head screaming at him constantly. Some aren't as bad as the others...some aren't bad at all but they are still way too loud for his likings...it drives him insane but the anti-void is his home and he's grown to not even acknowledge the voices at this point. It's too normal for him by now. The only place he genuinely can get even the slightest peace is outertale. He loves to gaze at the stars but sometimes it doesn't last long when outer or ink runs him out...
The only other option is the bad sanses base. Which he admits isn't pretty or perfect is slightly peaceful at night when everyone's asleep. Everyone is always fighting and screaming causing chaos there. They try to quiet down or be calmer when error visits simply because they consider him an ally and a good friend. Not like it lasts long but error appreciates it. Although he's beginning to feel some weird feelings for them. It's not friendly but it's not hate or malice either...he doesn't really have the time to think about it as he's currently busy with knitting. He took up knitting after blue had taught him...although he wasn't really good at it it worked out and he found it occupying it was a way to block out the voices. For a few moments in his life it was peaceful for him. When he was busy he really didn't have anything going on in his mind...it was blank and he spaced out alot. He was thinking about visiting his friends for maybe a week considering he hadn't seen them in a pretty long time...it was starting to get a little lonely and knowing those idiots they were probably dying without him and his cooking.
And so he took off to his base. Of course there was always a 99% chance the star sanses would attack he assumed it would atleast only be once that week and if he was lucky (which he never really was...) none.
