Musictale

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= Author POV [Third Person] =

Music closed the door behind him, and went into the guest bedroom. He set down the skeleton's body gently on the bed, before collapsing on the floor. Using that much energy was very exhausting, even for him. Music lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before picking himself up. He glanced at the skeleton, before shutting the door behind him. Music went over to the small dining table near the window, and sat down at one of the chairs. He lifted his hands up to his chin, resting his head on them, pondering what to do next.
The skeleton definitely wouldn't wake up, even with a soul inside him, Music did not give him consciousness. Before long, Music started to worry. What if he would never wake up? What if he would be in constant pain? He wasn't sure he would be able to fix that, even with his powerful magic. Music sighed, and looked around his house. He didn't get a proper look yet. It was a small loft cottage, with flowery wallpaper. The floorboards were made out of nut. The small, rustic kitchen was to the right, and to the left was the guest bedroom. Stairs were leading to the bathroom and bedroom, and underneath was another empty room.
"I wonder what I should do with that..." Music thought out loud. He sighed, and laid his head on his arms.
"God, I'm so tired..." He said. "Maybe just a... quick... *yawn* nap..." Music said, closing his eyes.

= Time skip =

"Ugh..." The sun was shining directly at Music's face. He stretched out his arms, before standing up. Even though Music technically didn't need to eat, he still thought a breakfast would be nice, at least for his guest. He went over to the pantry. ...Right. It's not like there would be anything in it. He went over to where he left his saxophone, and made a carton of eggs, milk and flour. He set his instrument aside, before immediately remembering that he also needed something to make the pancakes in. Music rolled his eyes, remembering that he could just make the pancakes ready.

= Small time skip =

He set his plate down on the table, and started to eat. Despite never having food in his life, this first meal tasted very good. It was the only food he had ever eaten, to be fair. As he continued to eat, his thoughts wandered to the subject of his... guest. Would he be okay? Music never created quite like him before. He set aside his breakfast, and opened the guest bedroom door. He inhaled deeply, gathering his thoughts, as he saw the skeleton. Should he do it now...? Music went over to his saxophone, before entering the guest bedroom. He placed a hand on the black skeleton's forehead, little ERROR signs fizzing in and out of existence with a small buzz. Music sat cross-legged on the floor next to the bed, placing both hands on his saxophone.

= One song later... =

Music set aside the saxophone. All the energy he was slowly regaining left him completely, that was very draining for him. Luckily the hardest part of the process was already done, the creation of the being's soul. Music looked anxiously at the skeleton, who didn't seem to be even alive. He reached out his hand, to it. Just as he was about to poke it, he noticed something- he was breathing! The slow rise and fall of the skeleton's chest was visible from under his clothes. Eagerly, Music continued to watch as the skeleton woke up slowly. He opened his eyes. That was a bit weird... they were red, but they didn't have any pupils- instead, lots of tiny ERROR signs seemed to cloud his vision completely. The skeleton tried to look around, frowning when obviously he could see anything.
"Wh- who am I? What's going on?" He said nervously. Music realized he didn't even give the skeleton a name- he didn't know much names, despite having most modern day knowledge. Glancing at the ERROR signs floating all around the skeleton, he came up with a name. Pretty unoriginal but at least he had one, right?
"Hello... you can't see me, I don't think, but I am Music. And you are... Error," Music smiled at Error, even though he couldn't see him. Error put his hand on the bed, trying to feel his way around. Music suddenly got an idea. He picked up his saxophone, and started playing it. Error froze as he heard the sound. A quick little tune later, he make a pair of gold rimmed glasses. He placed them carefully in Error's palms.
"Here you go, try putting them in front of your eyes," Music said.

= Error POV [Third Person] =

Error hesitated, before positioning the glasses in front of his eye sockets. The ERROR signs faded from his eyes. He blinked, finally being able to see. He looked around the dim-lit room. The wallpaper was blue and green, with a white floral pattern. The wooden floor was covered in a light grey carpet. Behind Music was a window, with light grey curtains. On Error's left was a door. A wardrobe was placed in the corner of the room, and he appeared to be sitting on a bed. A small wooden desk with a lamp on it sat beside the wardrobe, with a matching wooden chair. Error lowered his right hand from his glasses, the other still holding them, since they had no other support. He looked down at his clothes, and then finally back at Music. Music smiled gently.
"Are you... okay?" Music said cautiously. He looked nervous, as if he said something wrong Error would run away. Error tried to smile too. He knew that smiling meant something positive... but how did he know that? He felt as if he just woke up from a long sleep, and he forgot his past and everything about himself.
"Y-yeah... I think so," Error replied. Music looked a bit less nervous. He stood up, and extended his hand to Error. Error took it, and stood up, almost immediately nearly falling over. He never walked in his life, it might take a while for him to get used to this. Music caught him however, and awkward silence forming as Music held Error. They positioned themselves upright, Error leaning onto Music for support, as they left the room.

= Small time skip =

"Here you go," Music placed a plate full of warm pancakes in front of Error, who eagerly accepted them. Music grinned at Error's excitement.
"Oh, you might like this, it's maple syrup. It goes well with pancakes... I think," Music added, as he placed a bottle of the stuff beside Error's pancakes. Error picked it up, narrowing his eyes at it, before opening the bottle and drinking straight out of it. Music looked over curiously at what Error was doing, as his eye sockets widened. Error put down the syrup.
"This stuff is good!" He exclaimed with excitement in his voice. Music grinned at him, as Error downed the whole bottle.
After a nice syrup-filled breakfast, Music proposed something to Error.
"Hey, would you like to go outside? I'll show you around, if you'd like," Error smiled at Music, accepting the offer. They both got up, and Music opened the door...

Heya folks, sorry this came out so late, heh- I am the king of procrastination, after all, lol. Let me know if you guys have any ideas and suggestions what to add to the story, and you can DM me on Discord if you would like to be an illustrator, as it is quite exhausting to both come up and write the story, as well as draw the pictures. My username and tag are Jaiden#4766. Don't feel shy to contact me! Cheers, everybody, and stay safe out there! <3