What Remains (DestructiveDeath)

Touch (Err)

Reaper left not to long after Error woke up which was probably a good thing. When Error realized Reaper had healed him anyway he'd freaked out and crashed. After rebooting though and looking at the wounds he'd recieved, he had to admit, Reaper did a great job. There was no trace of scarring, the cracks were completely healed and it didn't hurt. A small part of him had him wondering why Reaper's touch hadn't affected him again. Error had questions and he wasn't going to wait for answers anymore. As soon as Reaper got back, he would get his answers or Reaper would regret touching him, simple as that! So Error crossed his arms, waiting. When Reaper's portal opened, he never stood a chance. ("you asshole, you will answer my questions or else!") "y-ou as-sho-le, yo-u wi-ll an-swe-r m-my que-stio-ns or el-se!" Error snapped, ensnaring Reaper in his strings. Reaper found it hot. "i'm curious about you too, error, no need to-" He cut off his own sentence realizing what he was about to say would probably make Error more violent. "how about we take turns, ten questions each? you can have first turn."

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That's how Error came to be sitting across from Reaper who looked like he was some spider's next meal. ("do you know why your touch doesn't harm me?") "d-do yo-u kn-ow w-hy y-our tou-ch doe-sn-t ha-rm me?" Reaper didn't hesitate to answer. "you are unable to die. the place you were... kept you from dying." Error looked confused, but before he could ask, Reaper asked his first question. "how are you feeling?" Error paused, not expecting Reaper to waste a question on his health. ("i... feel better. don't do that again.") "i-i... f-ee-l be-tte-r. don-t do th-at aga-in." Reaper laughed at Error's expression. "ok, i won't." Error nodded and moved on to his second question. ("how did that place keep me from dying?") "h-ow di-d tha-t pl-ace k-eep me fr-om dy-ing?" Reaper tilted his head. "the save screen is outside of space and time, much like the void and anti-void, it kept you alive since time was stopped there. why do you destroy?" Error paused. ("spite, resentment, loneliness. did we meet before..?") you know so much about me..") "s-pit-e, res-ent-ment, lon-eli-ness. d-id we m-ee-t be-for-e..? yo-u kn-ow s-o muc-h abo-ut me.." Reaper froze and went dead silent. ("reaper..?") "rea-per..?"
".... yes." He sounded... heartbroken.

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Error hesitated. There was obviously something deeper to it. Something Reaper obviously wasn't ready to speak about it if his vague answer was anything to go by. "why don't you like touch..?" Reaper changed the subject. Error... let it happen. ("it's not that i don't like touch... i'm afraid of it..") "it-s n-ot li-ke th-a-at i don-t l-ike tou-ch... i-m a-afr-ai-d of i-it.." Reaper looked at Error sympathetically. "because you were alone all this time?" Error nodded. ("can we be friends...?") "c-an we b-be fri-ends...?" Reaper paused again, longer this time. Error looked away. Of course he didn't. Who would ever wanna be friends with- "i thought we already were." Error looked at Reaper. ("you did?") "y-ou di-d?" Reaper hesitated and nodded. "i assumed we'd been friends since you invited me over, error, of course i'll be your friend." Error smiled. ("i should really stop underestimating you.") "i-i sh-oul-d rea-lly s-top und-eres-tima-ting y-ou." Reaper quirked a brow. "underestimating me?" Error glitched a little. ("well, i, uh, i have low self-esteem issues. ") "w-ell, i-i, uh, i ha-ve l-ow se-lf-est-eem is-sue-s." Reaper hummed. "maybe we can work on your self-esteem and touch?" Reaper offered. Error hesitated.... and nodded.