Sans Au Request Book (#1: Reupload)

It's Ok (Rewrite)

(Error x Nightmare)

Tw:
Injury

Angst Scale:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
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Third Person POV

(Rewrite:)

Accidents were an immutable part of fighting with another god frequently. Usually, Ink tried not to hurt Error, and Error just tried to get Ink to leave him alone. But sometimes, injuries were sustained.

This time, Error had been tossed and landed awkwardly, crunching the bones of his wrist. It was a very imperfect break. His radius took the brunt of the fall and broke completely in half. Other cracks from the pressure wrapped around his radius like stripes on a candy cane. Error should've been more disturbed by it, but injuries were pretty common for him.

At this point, the bleeding had stopped. He didn't know what else to do but wrap up his wrist with clean fabric and wait for it to heal. Error scowled down at his wrist as if his angry look would scare the bones into healing themselves. Shockingly, that didn't happen.

He could hardly move his hand, it felt like his fingers were frozen in place. Not cold, but stuck. As if someone hit the pause button.

Error was finding it difficult to do anything like this. He constantly forgot about the poor condition his arm was in and moved to do things with it only for a shock of pain to race through his arm. It was annoying. The break hurt constantly, but if he had his arm still, it only hurt a bit compared to the intense shockwaves that would hit whenever his arm slightly twitched.

And sitting in an infinite void of whiteness, unable to move his arm was boring. He couldn't sew like this, and the pain was making it hard to focus on anything else other than the infinite nothing all around. Error hated this. The level of apathy and pain he was in was incredible, he didn't even think it possible to hate being alive more than he did right now.

Instead of doing anything productive, he was stuck having to rest. How annoying was that? Error didn't want to just lay around, he would rather do literally anything else. And yet here he was being a complete lazybones, sitting half on his beanbag chair and half on the floor.

Error jumped when his phone suddenly rang. He sometimes forgot he even had a phone, no one ever called him. Glancing down, he saw it was Horror calling him.

He didn't like many glitches in the multiverse. If you'd asked him previously, he would've told you that he didn't like any glitches like Nightmare and his gang. But recently, that has started changing.

For dirty glitches... They were kind of chill. They weren't loud and obnoxious, they didn't try touching him all the time, and they were... a little funny. Not that Error would ever admit any of that out loud. But as far as multiverse glitches went, he'd be upset when he inevitably had to kill them.

And of the ones he'd be most upset about having to kill, Horror was up there. "Hello?" Error said as he answered the phone.

"Hello. Are you coming for baking lessons?" Horror asked. Error doesn't have much interest in baking, at least... he didn't. But then, Horror started introducing him to all kinds of incredible food. And if Error knew how to bake, he could make these things even when Horror was busy.

"Yeah, sorry, I forgot." Error said. "I will be there in a second."

"Ok. I wanted to teach you how to make cheesecake." Horror said.

When Error first heard the word 'cheesecake' he thought it was weird. But when Horror convinced him to try it, he fell in love. To be fair, that was the same with most things Horror had to more or less beg him to try.