Fall of a god, Error (NaJ) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Four

No one's pov:

     Error hung up his backpack by the door and walked in. Blue followed him, talking about his own classes. "So I think it'll be a great year for both of us!" Blue concluded. Error nodded in agreement.
     Blue got a call from Dream so he left to answer that. Error went into his room, sat on his bed, and started knitting with his magic strings. He could hear Blue talking to Dream in the other room.
     "Oh no, he's fine now- I know it looks bad but he's recovering quickly. No, I don't how it happened, and I don't know if it's such a good idea to ask, what if it just makes him think of bad memories? Okay, but don't freak him out about it. See you soon, bye!" Blue finished. Error had a strong feeling they had been talking about him.
     He heard Blue start walking towards his door so he made his strings disappear before Blue could see them. Blue walked in. "Hey, Cal. Can we talk?" Blue asked. "SUrE." Error replied, moving over to make room for Blue to sit next to him.
     "Dream just called, he was worried about how many injuries and scars you have, and I think it's about time I asked you about them anyways. So is there anything you can tell me about how you got them?" Blue asked gently.
     Error knew this day would be coming but he had kind of been hoping no one would ever bring it up. "ALl I'lL sAY iS tHat i gOt mY sCArs anD INJurIes fROM sOME pEOplE wHO dIDn'T lIKe mE vERy mUCH." Error said vaguely. "Why didn't they like you?" Blue prompted. Error sighed, he had hoped his vague answer would be enough to satisfy Blue.
     "THeY dIDn't lIKe wHAT i diD." Error told him. "And what was that?" Blue asked. How was Error supposed to explain that an entire multiverse had teamed up to kill him because he had gone around destroying AUs for past millenia! He couldn't tell Blue, even if he wanted to, he would just think he's crazy. "I dON'T rEAlLy wAnt TO tALk aBOuT tHIS, blUE." Error said after a pause.
     "I know it's hard for you to talk about, but you'll feel better after you do! Trust me, Cal." Blue promised. Error looked at him longingly. "iT's nOT tHAt EasY." He tried to explain. Blue put a hand on Error's arm, making him tense up. "It's okay, you can tell me, I would never judge you for anything." Blue said. Error felt a crash start coming.
     "B-blUe, stTttoP tOuCHi----ng mE." Error replied, error signs starting to fill his vision. "Cal, calm down, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." Blue said, still holding Error's arm. "Leee-----eEEet G-g-oO!" Error begged. Blue didn't understand.
     Error couldn't stop himself from crashing, his vision was gone behind errors, glitches increased to a much larger and painful amount, and a loud beep filled the room. Above Error's head a message popped up, "Error.exe has stopped responding, please wait..."
     "What the-" Blue started, then the message changed. "Rebooting..?" Blue read aloud. Blue watched the progress bar start moving. Error's color sceme had changed in the crash, but as the progress bar reached 60%, his colors returned to normal.
     Blue waited anxiously until the bar hit 100%. "Reboot complete." The message anounced. Error's eyes went back to normal and he started moving, he grabbed his head like it was hurting him. "OwW... wHat- oH... rIGht. iN CaSE yoU wERe wONdeRInG, I jUST crAShEd, it hAPPeNs whEn i gET tOuCHeD or i FEeL an EXTreMe nEGAtIve EmoTIon sOmeTIMes." Error explained to Blue.
     "Why does it happen if someone touches you?" Blue asked. "I hAVe hApHePHobIa." Error said simply. Blue nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry I touched you then, Cal." Blue apologized. "IT's fInE. HoW lONG WAs I crAshED?" Error asked. "About five minutes." Blue told him. Error nodded.
     "It's okay if you don't answer my questions yet, just know that you can always talk to me if you want to." Blue said. "OkAY." Error agreed.
     That night Error helped Blue make dinner, Blue said it was because he wouldn't have cooking class until next semester but Error thought Blue just wanted an excuse for a recipe not involving tacos to turn out bad. Error thought it was sort of fun, but he couldn't understand how people cooked three times every day; it would probably get boring at some point.
     After dinner, they both went to bed as they had school the next day. Error just stayed up all night knitting like he usually did though. Not needing sleep could get a little annoying at times, mostly because he had to hide that fact from everyone here. Error watched the sun rise and heard Blue get up and make breakfast in the kitchen.
     Error got up, stretched (doing so was still pretty painful, but considering his scars, it probably always would be), and went to talk to Blue in the kitchen. "Good morning, Cal." Blue greeted. "GoOd mORnING, bLUE." Error replied, sitting at the counter. "I'm making omelets for breakfast!" Blue anounced happily. "SoUNds gOOd." Error said.
     After breakfast they both got ready for school, making sure they had all their stuff, and went out into the parking lot to find Blue's car. They got to school early, Blue said it was so he could set up his classroom before the kids came, and Error stuck with him. Blue set up his classroom and afterwards went to talk with Ink and Dream. Error had to see Ink later that day anyways, so he didn't complain.
     They met up with Dream in his classroom and Blue seemed happy to see him. "Hi, Dream!" He greeted. "Hey, Blue. Hi, Cal." Dream welcomed them. Then Blue and Dream started to talk and Dream started talking quietly so Error guessed they were talking about him again. When they glanced at him it just confirmed his suspicion.
     Error walked over to the harp again and started playing another song. He couldn't remember when he learned it but it was the dogsong that seemed to follow annoying dog everywhere. Then he played Megalovania, he didn't even notice Dream and Blue stopping to listen until he finished the song.
     "That was great, Cal! Where did you learn that?" Blue asked, Dream agreed. Error shugged, he couldn't exactly say he learned it from fighting Sans, could he?
     Just then Ink walked in, Error felt himself tense up. Blue noticed, he also followed Error's gaze and noticed Ink walking in. "Is something wrong with Ink?" Blue asked him quietly. "NO, iNk jUSt lOoKS lIkE soMEOnE i knEW." Error explained. Blue nodded, understanding that Error didn't like talking about his past.
     "Hi guys! Hi kid I don't know that looks like Error!" Ink greeted. "Hello, Ink." Dream welcomed. "Hi!" Blue added. Error waved. "My nAMe iS CaL." He told Ink who just nodded and went to talk with the rest of the Star Sanses, Error wondered if they called themselves that here.
     After about half an hour, it was time for Error to make his way to homeroom so he said goodbye to the other three and left. On his way to homeroom he ran into Dust and Killer. "Hi gUYs." Error greeted them. "Hi, Cal! You look like you've seen a ghost." Killer replied. Dust agreed. "I'm fINE, yOU gUyS aRE jUST ovEr thInKIng iT." Error assured them.
     They walked into homeroom, sat down, and started talking. Error wasn't too worried for the day, it should be similar to the day before. His first few classes went fine, although Undyne glared at him whenever he was in her line of sight.
     Error liked sewing class, they had started making some designs for pillows. Error knew it would be easy for him so he made his design super complex. All too soon it was time for art class with Ink, which he wasn't exactly excited about.
     The art room looked cool at least, lots of stuff could be done there. Error wasn't really interested in art though, he was just scared of Ink after what his Ink had done to him. Mr. Ink was sitting at his desk, taking attendance and waiting for all the students to get there. Once everyone was there he got up and started explaining the rules before passing out papers for a drawing exercise.
     Error had always refused to draw when his Ink tried to force him to, but he considered doing it now for Blue's sake. With a sigh, he picked up his pencil and participated.
     The Murder Time Trio didn't seem very into it either, except for Horror, he was enjoying himself and drawing animal skulls. Error wasn't really surprised by that, seeing as his own Horror would eat those same animals off the side of any road.
     But as Horror was drawing, Error noticed he had a bandage on his arm that hadn't been there the day before. That and the fact that Horror hadn't wanted to go home had Error worried about him. It reminded him a little too much of himself, the Anti-void, and @%#&÷×=/.
     Error decided not to ask Horror about it. He went to his last class and had decided on a different question to ask Horror. "HeY hOrROR, dO yOU waNt tO hANg oUT aFtER sCHoOl?" He asked. Horror's eyes lit up, "I would love to! But I can't.." he corrected himself sadly. "If yOu eVEr WAnt iT, tHe ofFEr Is oPen." Error told him, Horror nodded and thanked him.
     Soon school was over and the last bell rang, Error opened his locker and saw another note, this one said, "meet me behind the bleachers, and we'll settle this." Error stared at it for a second and slipped it in his pocket. Blue had to stay late for a meeting so Error would have the time... he grabbed his stuff and went outside.
     He wasn't sure if Undyne planned on ambushing him or not so he was prepared to dodge seeing as magic wouldn't be an option. He stepped behind the bleachers and dodged Loox as he jumped at him. Loox got back on his feet and charged Error again but Error easily jumped over him, Loox ran straight into a metal pole and fell to the ground with a groan of pain.
     "Loox!" Undyne shouted, her, Paperjam, and Mad Dummy ran over from farther back. "What did you do to him?!" Undyne demanded, getting in Error's face. Error stepped back, "nOThINg!" He promised, hands up to gesture his innocence. "Right." Undyne growled skeptically.
     After helping Loox to his feet, Paperjam turned to face Error angrily. "You should really watch it, kid." He threatened. Error wasn't feeling very intimidated by him though. "PJ, calm down, we're just here to talk." Undyne said. "I dON't thINk lOox kNEW thAt." Error commented.
     "Sure. Listen here, kid, you have to promise to never beat me in dodgeball again if you want to walk out of here unharmed, got it?" Undyne demanded. "I'm sORry i hUrT yOU'rE eGo, bUT thEn yOU woUlDN't bE wiNnINg faIrlY, woulDN't thAT TAke awAy haLF tHe FUn?" Error asked her. "I don't care about fun, I care about winning; so, deal or no deal?" She asked, holding her hand out.
     Error didn't really care enough to argue with her about this, he knew from experience it would get him no where. So since Undyne wouldn't budge unless she realized she was wrong on her own, "DEal." Error agreed, but he didn't shake her hand. He walked away leaving Undyne rather confused about the lack of a hand shake.
     That night, instead of knitting all night long, Error worked on his homework. After he finished that, he made a doll of his Nightmare. Doing so made him miss his friend more than ever.
     He worried about Horror, wondering what was happening to him at home, all he knew so far was that it wasn't good, but there was nothing he could do about it for now. With a sigh Error looked at his Nightmare puppet before he closed his eye sockets for a bit of rest.

     Second day of school, what will it bring? You already know the answer to that if you're reading this... right? I hope you guys enjoyed and have a good week! P.s. I hope you're prepared for the next one... (2084 words!)