💛Error oneshots💛

DAMN YOU FRESH!

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Ink and Error were enemies, immortal enemies. And that was a no-brainer.

If one were to look at the Demigods side by side without taking in mind the reputations that the two gave each other, even then they would still be able to tell that they would not get along, more on Error's part than Ink's more or less. They were complete opposites, in the end two of the many forces that were meant to clash against each other for eternity.

But there was one anomaly that roamed this Toby forsaken Multiverse that Error despised more than Ink.

One monster that Error wished never existed more than his own arch-nemesis if you could even call it that.

Fresh, it called itself.

He was one of the few abominations that frequently entered and exited Error's domain, the anti-void. And in contrast to the infuriating teasing that Ink did when he intruded into his space, the virus often used the destroyer's realm as his skateboard park, sometimes even coming up to the glitch to say a surprise hello.

Error always made sure to chase the virus out when that happens.

Error puffed out a breath of air as the existence of Fresh resurfaced from his terrible memory, despite gripping his crochet hooks in a tight embrace and the glitches and ERRORS that littered his body multiplying by a few, he didn't make any motions to move from where he was sitting. If anything, it made him work on the plushie he was making more rapidly. It was silent for the most part, the only things that rung out being the constant buzz that came from his body, and even that noise was dulled by the atmosphere of the anti-void.

But either way, it was silent for the most part, not a SOUL other than Error's own slow beating one was felt, and no sight of any living species could be seen through the white from what Error was aware of.

And for them, even if it wasn't complete silence and there was nothing to be seen, he was content enough with it-

~FRESH POOF!~

Error froze.

"YO BROSKI!! HOWZZITHANGING?!"

The only thing Error could see when his eye-lights came to meet the virus was a blurred mess of bright colors. The more he seemed to focus on the abomination the more the assault of bright shades mixed and blended into each other, his mind yowled and screamed at him to move away, to break out of the trance he was in and attack, but he couldn't do it, it was as if the rampage of colors left him sat glued to where he was sitting like a deer in headlights. It overwhelmed him. There were too many colors. To many, tO MANY. GET AWAY, GET AWAY GETAWAY!!

GET AWAY!!!

Finally, like a chain being broken, Error let out a piercing screech as he dropped his crochet hooks and summoned his gaster blaster, the animal-like skull beginning to charge up for release. Fresh, seeing the sudden display, his glasses changed from 'YO LO' to 'RUH ROH' as he leaped out of the way of the upcoming blast, the place which he used to stand soon being filled with a blast of pure magic. Error summoned a mass of sharped bone attacks which he sent flying at the intoxicatingly colorful blur in his sight that was Fresh, the said skeleton jumping from place to place to dodge them. Fresh had dodged that last group of bones only to be quickly entangled in Error's strings, the glitch yanking the base of the threads similar to that of a fisherman with a large catch. The strong pull caused Fresh to go lunging right to the destroyer, the sight causing an unhinged smile to make its way onto Error's face.

But before Error could even get close enough to it, Error was met with a 'sparkling' surprise.

~FRESH POOF!~

Shiny, white glitter flew everywhere, everything it made contact with it clung to, especially Error, who found himself frozen in place once again.

And yet this time it didn't take Error as long to recover from his startled state, his surprised expression quickly being replaced by an angry death stare, and then escalating into a fit.

WHY DID THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN WHEN HE WAS GETTING COMFORTABLE?!

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(Chapter end)

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And we're done! Sorry for taking so long to post a new chapter, I decided to take a break in order to rest after the Error week. Also please excuse my poor attempt at trying to write Fresh's lingo- but anyways, here's another head-cannon inspired chapter!
- I have this head-cannon about Error that it takes longer for him to process different color palates depending on their saturation and amount. Like, for example, if Error were to fight Cross or CORE, who have simple, monochrome palates then he would be more efficient than with someone like Fresh, or a color palate similar to his.
Anywho, thats all, so I hope you enjoyed and till next time!