Reincarnated as Error Sans

Thoughts

I'm already 15 days here with Dust.

  He's a lot of fun to talk about other people's lives, a real gossiper, I've talked a lot about the shits and mistakes Ink has made but I've also said I don't know why he does it, if it's because he's a sadistic idiot or are not aware that what he are doing is harming the Multiverse.

  Dust has adapted well, of course he has a lot of doubts about me, how do I know all these things, how can I make portals, why my voice is like that... Of course I don't even know some answers about myself but I have the impression that if I tell him that, he will be in great danger.

  Dust surprisingly enjoys talking more than training and exercising, I thought everyone in the Murder trio would be the type to not stay quiet.

  DUST ACCEPTED TO BE MY CHILD!!  I struggled hard to convince him.

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— Dust, you will be my son.
I speak smiling at him.

—What?
He looks at me confused.

— From now on, call me Dad.
I place my right hand on his shoulder facing him.

— WHAT

...

  I started interrupting when he didn't call me dad.

— Noa-

— Father.

— I won't call-

— Father.
Dust sighs.

— Dad, can you tell me about the flowerfell story?
I smile happily and watch him give a small smile.

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  Dust and I got pretty close in a short time, I really didn't know I had that much social ability, by the fifth day Dust had gotten used to calling me Dad and every time he called me that, I was quite happy.  "Is it because I wanted to build a family in my old life? But with my personality..."

  Ah!  I managed on the sixth day to copy Dust's house to Anti-void, it was quite difficult since I have no practice.

And the day arrived...

— Dust — I say heading into the kitchen where he's been preparing food.

— Hi Dad. — I give him a sad smile.  "I better not stay so long, I already got what I wanted and I'll see him again, I don't need to be sad..."

"UGH..."

  I approach a table in the kitchen.

— What happened? — He asks.

— Well, I'm not very good with goodbyes so I'll just say that I'll leave — I say smiling awkard to myself for not knowing how to say goodbye to my 'son'.

  He looks at me in disbelief.

— Are you going to abandon your child? — he asks looking at me trying to look strong but he's sad.

  "If you look at me like that you can make me cry."  I walk up to him with my arms open to hug him.

— You- — He's interrupted by my embrace.