Past Trauma [Error x Nightmare]

Chapter 1 - Healing Battle Wounds

Error POV:

The sound of my bones creaking and popping echo's throughout the Anti-Void as I try moving from the spot I believe I passed out after escaping the Star Sans's. 

Dark crimson can be seen seeping through the slashes of my clothing. I seriously need to get a new jumper if this keeps going on.

I look up towards the ceiling at the hundreds of SOULS and handmade puppets hanging from the blue strings I created. 

None really come here except a few certain individuals but I had nothing better to do in this empty void. 

Before being forced into this blank space, everything was going well, Inky and I hanging out in Outertale whenever he had the chance to hangout, look at the stars and basically having fun as the children we were then.

But no, my so called 'Father' teamed up with 'Fate' Inks mother and brought me out of my approval to this place without a word. 

I hate mentioning things about that Bastard and Bitch, they are the reason for who I have become now. A broken, unloved, glitching monster. Well except two individuals.

Time in the Anti-Void goes differently compared to the multiverse, so its hard to tell when getting beaten almost to 0.01 HP how long the beatings taken or how long it takes to heal.

I sometimes wonder how I even got dragged into becoming the Destroyer of Au's. Fate says that its because our multiverse needs a destroyer to keep the balance of the multiverse stable. Also to keep Inks creations under control.

Although we are close friends secretly without neither Fate, 'Father' or any other Sans's knowing, he does not know about the consequences from me leaving the new Au's alone.

Or rather, he doesn't know much about me but the things I've mentioned to him. He knows about my haphephobia and a bit of the abuse, but not the experiments.

The experiments are the reason behind how I got this destructive power and am a glitching skeleton. My strings are a side effect from crying so much, that tear streaks appeared under my eyes like Killer.

I slowly try getting up from where I originally layed and dragged my slightly limp body towards the few coloured cushions in the Anti-void. Holding onto my arm as to stop it from swaying around, causing more pain to rush through my body.

When I finally reached it, I fell forward ignoring the aches and pains in my ribs as I collided with the soft fabric of the beanbag cushion. Exhaling a sigh of relief to finally feel some sort of warmth as the Anti-Void is usually really cold. Considering the void is basically a plain-white of nothing.

 I turn to lie on my back before looking up towards the ceiling again, placing one arm on my (non-existing) stomach and the other beside me. Although I had the powers of a god of destruction, the drawbacks is the fact that I don't know any healing magic.

As I am usually injured and gained some pain tolerance, its still a pain when you cant heal yourself from injuries that would take weeks to recover. I could tell that my arm was likely broken from colliding with the rock ground in underfell copy #879. What also didn't help was the blood-lose from the deep cuts around my body. 

"Must of accidentally opened old wounds again" he thought before his vision began to become blurry and causing a headache rising. His breathing began to slow and become heavier the blurrier his vision got and drowsiness overtook him. 

Slowly closing his eyes the last thing he sees and hears is a portal appearing and something running towards him. He could tell they were saying something but couldn't hear anything before falling into a restless sleep.