Dawn of a new day (Rebooted)

Caged bird

Error was confounded to say the least. One second he was breaking down,stuck in some sort of hell. The next the world around him changed entirely.

Having said that,he much preferred the dead land.

It was loud here.It was stuffy and gross,he could practically feel the air at this point.

It prickled his bones and stung his eyes. Grass tickled him and bugs flew about.

They buzzed in circles in many colors.

Flowers flourished and spread their disgusting pollen.

Animals he had never seen before roamed about-some had strange silvery wings,others had claws that gleamed in the light.

He didn't like it here.

It was all much too bright-,magic seemed to lace every single molecule.

He shouldn't be here.

This place-it's made of pure magic.

Whatever helped the plants grow and the animals mutate,it was all magic. Nothing like this could come from humans,not even monster kind. And that was saying something-outertale was an example of such.

Error had to squint his eyes to get a proper look about. It all seemed so surreal. A hidden wonder that ink hid from him? Or perhaps dream had trapped him in his own mind.

Leaving him to decay away in a joyful dismay. A rotting corpse on display for all to see and celebrate.

It could be something worse. They could all be watching him right now-everyone. Mocking him,laughing at him. Observing every little move,every flinch he does. Tearing every little secret out of him for their own curiosity. Watching with calculating eyes and using him as some sort of sick entertainment.

Either that or he just got one too many blows to the head.

Error wiped the muck from his face and looked down at his current attire.

They were torn and battered just like the rest of him. He almost didn't even want to bother fixing them.

They would only get ruined all over again,a waste of time really.

But he didn't know what lurked around. And he sure as hell contrasted with literally everything around him. An example would be he stuck out like a blood stain on a wedding dress.

Or...

Was it a sore thumb?

Whatever it was couldn't bare being a walking bullseye.

And if anyone recognizes him? He would rather not imagine the amount of discomfort it would bring him.

It was then that Error came to the realization that he had not thought to check the codes.

Dumbass

Error pulled up a white screen and various numbers and other panels popped up. He furiously swiped left and right-reading at a ludicrous pace.He only seemed to be more annoyed the more he read.

His face scrunched up into a snarl. His eye seemed to twitch every little while.

He was livid

He had found a note left by some sort of 'destiny' person-or whatever. Another deity who was a sibling to 'Fate'. He definitely didn't like the sound of that at all.

Nor,did he trust this deity at all

And he was right,apparently he was stuck here for the rest of his damned life. The content of the notes were nothing but sickenly sweet. It spewed nonsense about 'saving him',that he was their 'son'. It went on and on about how much they wished to spend time with him and how grateful he should be for this gift.

You know what would have been a great gift?

His own damn freedom that's what.

They wrote like they were some sort of savior-saying that he could live happily ever after here.

This was not what his happily ever after was envisioned. If they really knew him they would know that now wouldn't they?

He was brought here without his consent-forced to apparently just live everyday like some sort of fairytale princess.

And it was worse there were counterpart versions of everyone he knew. Who thought that was a good idea? He didn't want to look at all the familiar faces of his enemies and allies. They wouldn't know him in this world. He didn't even truly know them either-they could act completely different.

Yet he hated the thought of them acting similar to each other.

He just hated everything at this point. 

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This chapter is pretty short since I literally had no time to write during lunch period. Most of the writing was done last Sunday and today. Like-yeah

Anyway,error isn't starting all chill and ruler material yet unlike the original. He will eventually but I want error to be a lot complicated. Not sure if I perfected it yet but I will keep trying. 

Right now he is just a angry ,paranoid ,depressed ,little ball of internal agony.  

:p