💛Error oneshots💛

Not the type of mouse you think...

🖱🧵...( '･_･') ('-'*)...🧵🖱

White.

White.

And white again.

The colorless space would have overwhelmed and blinded anyone who came across its path, the monochromatic color's reach seemingly endless, and yet despite this, somewhere located in the depths of the endless white laid a soft golden beanbag where a black boned, multicolored skeleton sat, knitting away using blood-red knitting needles to create a soft black sweater. Which was something that most in the multiverse would say the monster couldn't do.

After all, the God of Destruction was only capable of carnage and chaos.

There the Destroyer, otherwise known as Error was perched, his multicolored eye lights focused on the task at hand through dark crimson rimmed glasses, an unconscious rumble echoing from his throat that sounded similar to the purr of a cat, the voices babbled on about things that Error wasn't quit listening to. He was quite content with the work he had done today, he was able to rid of 7 AUs! Despite the so-called "Star Sans" getting in the way, they weren't as much of a problem unlike usual days, which Error was very much grateful for the fortune so after he destroyed what was left of the last AU he settled back in his anti-void to take a much-needed break. Though despite the stroke of fortune Error knew that this luck wouldn't last long, it never does, as seemingly uneventful sprees like this come with their own little twist. Whether it be bothered by an eye-straining parasite, a tar spill incarnate, or Squid invading his domain seeking for another round of brawling, something was always out to throw him off his guard.

And of course, today was no different.

•TING•

Error paused in his movements, the content purrs that had once erupted from his throat now replaced with silence. Whatever had landed themselves here had sounded like glass. A scowl had made its way onto Error face and a groan had left him as he swiftly made his way onto his feet, pulling strings from his eyes he whirled around to meet the source of the sound. "Ꮥգụĺḑ ∤ şωēąṛ ŧㆁ ąĮĮ ⱨēĮĮ ąṋḑ ␢ąçḱ ĺ⨎ ɏㆁụ-" Error paused, taking a thorough scan of the empty white that met him.

Nothing. Was his mind playing tricks on him again? The voices did tend to ploy him...No, that wouldn't be the case. The voices would have been snickering at him by now but they've gone silent again! It must be something else, his mind aided. And so, Error took another look over the space that met him, and gradually, his attention made its way onto the anti-void's floor where an arrow cursor laid innocently.

He blankly stared at the piece of code. It felt as if the cursor stared right back at him.

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It twitched.

Error rapidly backed away from the mouse, his glitching kicking into first gear, the buzzing that had always seemed to come from them increasing in volume. He didn't cover much ground before tripping on his beanbag and landing with his legs up on the furniture as ERRORS clogged his vision whereas, the computer mouse still laid unmoving from its position after the small jerk. It didn't take long for Error to recover as he had quickly got up to take a defensive position behind his beanbag. Error watched the mouse with cautious sockets, making sure to pick up on any little details that came up. Eventually, Error raised a multicolored hand, those same blue strings wrapped around his phalanges. He made a grabbing motion out to the courser and the strings shot out to the ground where they slithered closer to the computer mouse.