When the stars have eyes.

The first day.

3rd POV~ 

    Error sat up in bed, letting out a big yawn before frowning at his phone, which after a long night, had been blown up by messages from his friends. All being insomniacs, they barely slept and were crazed in their heads just like Error. 

    He stretched lazily went to the bathroom, slumping against the wall and staring at the mirror in front if him. He could do this for hours at a time, but today was a special day, so he completed his morning routine and packed his bag as if for a picnic.

    Pulling up to the graveyard with his car, he opened the door and took something out. A puppet fell from a corner of the overflowing basket, but he picked it up and hugged it tightly to himself. Spreading the blanket onto the ground, he stood in front if the grave before placing the doll, it remotely leaned against the cold stone lifelessly. With a smile, he sat down on front of it and started to eat his part of the meal. 

"..I know ya hear me.. so.." He placed a piece of the chocolate he had broken off from his bar in front of the doll.

    The doll looked up, being possessed by an entity, and tried to pick the piece up, failing miserably before lowering it's head in dissapointment. 

"Its alright. Soon enough, i'll get you a new life." 

    He smiled and started to talk with the doll, experimenting in how far it can go from the grave before the possession wore off, and even sew new bodies and accessories for the entity itself. 

"What do you mean? You look fantastic!" Error snickered into his scarf, watching the doll struggle to get around in the oversized hat he made for it. 

    The doll looked up at the sky when evening started to roll in, memorized at the stars. 

"The sky is clear tonight, isn't it?" Error sighed and let out a sigh, laying back on the blanket, hands behind his head. 

The doll would nod before struggling to stand up, which made Error turn his head and use a string to help lift it up, placing the puppet onto his chest. The doll flopped itself onto Error's face, as if an attempt to close his eyes. 

"I know, I know. I promised to fix my schedule, maybe tomorrow." 

    With a sigh, he took the doll off of his face and placed it beside him. Hours passed, and the puppet finally tapped Error on the shoulder before falling down lifelessly. 

"I guess my visit came to an end.." Error started to pack up, letting out glitched hums.

    Home now, he lay in bed staring at the ceiling before the alarm started to buzz, reading 3:00am. He tossed the blanket over himself and turned the alarm off with a grunt before laying back down into his bed.

    Error closed his eyes and fell asleep as a soft, soothing hum filled the room, echoing through the house.

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