Cross Stitching, Fixing My World

3 | Error

Warnings: None
Word Count: 1008

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"Nice work," I said to Frisk as we entered the house. She smiled at me before heading towards the couch and flopping down lazily.

"We're gonna survive for a few more weeks! Phew!" She proclaimed, outstretching her arms upwards. I chuckled at her antics. She let out a loose sigh as she watched me put away the things we brought home. "I just wanna be lazy for the next few days now," she said.

"Well, no one can stop you now. Laze away," I teased, she grinned smugly before changing the topic of our conversation.

"How many pitches did we get?" She asked quietly, peeping over the back of the couch. I squinted my eyes as I calculated the amount we have gotten. I hum as I counted.

"...About 20k."

"Damn, bruh."

I chuckled once more at her reaction before stretching as well, popping several joint bubbles in the process. I sighed afterwards and scratched the back of my head.

"I'm gonna hit the hay. I feel tired," I say, she nodded.

"I'll keep watch for you. I still have plenty of energy,"

"Ah, youth these days."

"You're older than me by a few months."

"My point still stands."

"Whatever, rest well, I guess," she stuck her tongue at me whilst I rolled my eyes. "Thanks," I said as I left and entered my room.

I quickly stripped out of my attire and changed into my normal indoor clothing. I was too tired to take a bath, so I ended up flopping down on my bed.

I'll take a bath tomorrow. For now, I'll just sleep.

-~-~-

Slowly, I lifted my eyelids to find myself in an unknown empty space. Layers upon layers of darkness filled the entire atmosphere as a feeling of eerie and tranquillity mixed together crept up my back. A soft windless breeze pushed my hair back, removing any sort of drowsiness I had left.

Eyes widened, I examined the area and pondered where I was. Although one should have already felt terrified from falling asleep in bed and waking up somewhere else, I couldn't help but feel calm as the darkness consumed my entire being. I let out a loose sigh, enjoying the cold temperature this seemingly endless void had brought to me.

It hadn't felt this peaceful since the day our universe got lied to. There were too many bright colours for my liking, clashing onto each other and fighting to be the one to paint the entire world. None of them were blending. It was as if they were trying to paint the entire canvas a singular colour by trying to layer on top of each other.

No water was used. No highlighter was used. No brush was used.

No eraser was used.

To give them the benefit of the doubt, you aren't able to erase paintings. You can only paint a new white on top of them to make it look like it's clean again. But then again, that's just the whole purpose of erasing, to clean up.

The canvas was a messy array of paint, splattered onto each other, convincing the others that their pigment should be displayed the most. They became entitled after looking for a reason to live, denying that their form of art was nothing but a forgotten tradition. Forcefully, they tried to remind each other of their importance by implanting more paint, forgetting that canvasses could also bleed out.

And that's exactly what's happening to my world right now. It's bleeding out.

"Don't forget about the scratches the pencils make," a lone voice calls out from the darkness, making me alert as I scanned around to find the source of the voice. When I couldn't find anyone, I called out to it.

"Who are you? Where are you?" I asked, voice low as I tried to keep the atmosphere calm. However, if the new being wasn't friendly, I fear that I'd lose this peaceful environment.

"Relax, you're in my void. I won't bite if you won't," the same lone voice replied, the source of eerie and tranquillity seemed like it came from their voice.

I hear a set of footsteps coming in front of me. Although it was peaceful, I was starting to feel tense because of how slow their feet dragged across the dark floor. My eyes widen once I realise that the person's feet were just bare-bones, a mixture of black and red had been replaced with the normal clean white. Looking up, I saw that they had red glasses and underneath the glasses were their eyes; Their face was masked in darkness as well as their body. Their eyes were a cool blue, yellow, and red, allowing me to realise that this person had heterochromia.

"Who are you?" I asked, fighting back the urge to run away, seeing as that may make the situation worse. They let out a deep glitch-like chuckle before stepping forward and showing their entire being to me.

A dark skeleton with black shorts and a black jacket that fades into blue, a red shirt and blue scarf, all of their clothing looked like they were hand-made. Blue streaks of an unknown liquid seeped down their eyes, giving an illusion as if they were crying. Their eyes downturned a bit as they gave me a lazy smile.

"My name is Error, It's been a whilst since I've last had visitors," the skeleton greeted, folding their arms as they spoke. If I were to assume, it looks as if they were a male.

"I'm--"

"Y/N L/N, I presume?" he predicts whilst showing off a sly smirk. His hands unfolded and were placed on his sides.

"How did you know my name?"

The so-called Error stopped for a moment and seemed to hesitate before giving me an answer. The sly smirk was gone as soon as it showed. "I-I can immediately tell what the names of my visitors are," he spoke in a soft glitch-like tone, multiple error signs vanishing and replacing each other on his body. He held a hand finger up and beckoned me forward. 

"Come sit with me, let's have a chat,"