{This gets a continue! Thank @Redknifewasstolen for requesting a continue on a One-Shot! Now this will have shipping of fictional characters, some being oblivious or simps(I'm looking at you Reaper-), and content that many might not be comfortable with.
This will contain; Yandere tendencies, sexual content relating to sexualities, angst, fluff, and many other tags as I'm not sure what can be uncomfortable for everyone.
Please enjoy the continued edition of this one-shot!}
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When you lived as long as Error had, you picked up many things that could have the potential for your survival. Error took up many chances when he had the chance to learn the art of long-distance weapons and those of medium-range too mixed with the martial arts that humans used to fight with nothing but their own body. He never stopped learning about them as nothing is truly mastered, only given more experience.
Error knew his magic can run out easily if Error was careless so Error learned other subjects that could make sure his survival was absolute. Of course, he learned some relaxing subjects as well. His favorite was creating through the art of the strings. Either by making clothes or making music by just playing certain instruments, Error learned more and moreover the years he lived in the Multiverse.
But ever since the so-called Bad Guys found out about him, he has been hounded by them daily. Nightmare now knew when he was in their home but thankfully Error could still hide from them. But they all leave chocolate out for him while trying to strike up multiple conversations with him.
Cross seemed to have this expression that expressed heavy devotion which left Error feeling uncomfortable with the relatively calm skeleton as Error noticed that Cross has stolen some fabric that Error made when the other thought he wasn't looking.
Horror has shown to have good conversations and Error liked to talk to the other happily. But ever since Error cooked with Horror that one time, he noticed the other become...protective and more attentive. Error could remember faintly that those of the Horror universes had something odd with monsters cooking together but for the life of him, it eludes him.
Dust, now he was a good sparring partner with Killer being the same. Both Dust and Killer loved to cuddle his wings which he told them to not do that so carelessly. The wings that Error grew had some connections to certain AU's of which snuggling the wings suggested close family or romantic connections. Error wasn't really connected to the AU's but Error had some connection to the wings so it made him uncomfortable how they cuddled his wings so carelessly. Both had this weird look in their eye sockets and everyone seemed to pay special attention to his wings and anything related to it.
Nightmare. Now Nightmare made Error question things. The other oozed charisma like the very tar on his bones of which when the other paid him special attention it made something in him just shift but Error wasn't sure of what. Both Error and Nightmare got gave new ideas or theories that Error supported thanks to the knowledge he gathered over the years of living.
They all treated Error so well yet...
Error was confused.
Normally, Error was never attracted to anyone. Error was old, old as the very first Universe that was created and Error knew he was asexual with no real reason to seek a mate or love interest as he was perfectly content with his life.
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