Butterfly - Yellow [COMPLETE ✔]

Uniqueness of a Butterfly

What seemed like a few seconds were a few minutes. Not a lot but he felt a great weight and disturbance. His eyes shot open as he quickly stood up.

Swarms and swarms of butterflies in view, taking up the space in only a few minutes. It was too much, rarely any space or air. It was as if he were in a city of butterflies.

In an act of rage and panic, he did the only thing he knew to do. Destroy.

He summoned many blasters and started aiming at random at anything. Just before, 1 would multiply into too many. Many would multiply to a lot as the space grew smaller and smaller.

Error's eyes shook in fear. Many butterflies tried to land on him but would be frightened by his static movement. Error then tried to run away.

He'd run and run and continue you different directions, but every space was the same. Filled with more and more butterflies.

His blurred sight would get hazy as ERROR signs would pop up over his eyes. He'd trip on nothing as his palms would grip the ground.

"STOP! STOP! STOP!!" Error yelled in distress. From all the chaos, the mess, the crowd of it all. It soon stopped.

"Error?..." A voice called. Error sat up and turned over. Ink stood there, what towered over Ink, a swarm of butterflies, as high as he could see looking up.

Ink would run over, pulling his paintbrush out. Ink quickly painted a barrier over them in the dark.

A large bang would hit the barricade. The butterflies seemed to want in.

"...are you okay?" Ink asked. Error scooted as far as he could from Ink. Ink turned and took a step forward. "STAY BACK!" Error yelled.

Ink froze. He analyzed the problem. Error grabbed his arms, his knees to his chest. Ink stood a step back to the opposite wall and sat down.

"What's with the butterflies?" Ink asked. "I-I don't know!" Error said. Error then started to cough, he used his blue scarf to cover his mouth before a yellow butterfly came out.

"Hm?" Ink rose a brow. Error summoned a bone that would shoot through the butterfly but split it into multiple yellow ones.

"DAMN IT!" Error yelled in frustration as he held his skull. His voice was shaky and unstable. The butterflies would rest on Ink's body.

"... everything is going to be okay," Ink said. "It's not okay!" Error outbursted. "I want them to go away! For all of them to go away?! It's too much, there's no space!! I-I can't...DO THIS!" Error yelled at himself, sniffling and coughing more butterflies.

"Hey! Listen to yourself! You're giving up to a bunch of butterflies! ...calm down. You're doing your best... you're not feeling well so don't be hard on yourself! How are you supposed to do the best when you're not feeling the best!" Ink smiled

Ink's encouragement was disgusting and corny.

"Shut up pen boy!" Error insulted. Ink shrugged as he admired the butterflies. "These yellow ones are quite beautiful...like gold!" Ink eyes shimmered in the butterflies' light.

"They're nuisances..." Error mumbled to himself. "You think everything is a nuisance...except for one or two things-" Ink looked down.

"Hm?" Error raised a brow. "You like chocolate, Outertale, Swap is your friend still, you like knitting, watching Undernovela..."

Error was a bit shocked that Ink would even remember these things, especially with an air skull like his. "You probably don't even remember my birthday-" Error glared

"April 4" Ink responded. "It's kinda funny! Because in number form it's 4/04 and that makes 404!" Ink giggled

Error was still amazed he remembered. The paint barrier continued to shake, the butterflies more violent to get inside.