Musictale

5

Ahhh, sorry for the long pause in writing! I am the king of procrastination tbh XD
Anyways, before I begin chapter five, I would just like to give out a MASSIVE shout-out to Brocky!! They made an amazing drawing of MT!Error, I'll post it right above ^-^
Anyways, without further ado, I present to you the fifth chapter of Musictale!!! <3

= Error POV [First Person] =

I sipped my warm tea, as I watched the sun rise through the window. Even though Music healed my wounds, my rib cage and hand still hurt, bits of leftover magic being faintly visible through the fabric of my clothes.
I heard the front door open and turned to see Music.
"Hey," I said, turning back to my tea. I heard him close the door behind him, and sigh.
"Hey," He said, tiredness being very clear in his voice. I must have put so much stress on him... I never should've gone out.
Music went over the other chair at the table, and sat down, magic lazily following him. It settled down around him, glowing a faint yellow color. I put down my tea, looking Music in the eye.
"Music... I'm really sorry," I internally face-palmed at myself, wishing I could come up with something better than just 'really sorry'.
"I-I really should've just asked you about it, it was foolish of me," I turned my head away, fearing that tears would come up. Great.
I felt something touch my hands, and I looked back to see that Music was holding them in his own.
"Don't blame yourself. Please. Truth be told, I never explored beyond where I was created. I'm not sure why myself, really... maybe I was scared? Maybe I wanted to wait for the right moment? It doesn't really matter. But I see now that I should've gone out, because now that you're here I need to know what to prepare you for out there." Music pulled back, leaning back on the chair.
"I won't force you to stay here. I do not know what is beyond the Anti-void, and it may be dangerous, very even. But you are not my possession, you aren't a thing. I do not advise you to go, but it is not my choice to make."
I pondered his words. Did I really want to leave? Sure, I was really curious, but I really liked it here too. It was like a small utopia, anything I would want I could have. And sure. I wanted to know what was beyond what I saw. But I couldn't do that to Music. I couldn't just leave. I knew he could just make another person, he could make a whole city. But I was the first person he ever met, his first friend, someone he really cared about.
I snapped out of my thoughts, feeling something weird. I looked down at my arms to see that they were glitching. My vision got slightly dimmer.
"Error?" Music said, worry in his voice. The glitching stopped slightly. Music cursed quietly under his breath.
"I really messed up..."
I tried to focus. It seemed the more I was stressed, the more my body because unstable. The glitching returned to it's usual near dormant state.
"Music... I'm not going to leave. I won't do that to you." I looked away again, conflicted. "Besides," I said, humor slightly in my voice, "This place is pretty nice." I smiled. Music smiled back. He stood up, going over to me, and he hugged me. I returned his embrace. It was nice. Music pulled away, going back to his chair.
"I finished the barrier, by the way," He said. "It should be pretty difficult to get in here now. I don't want that-" He paused for a split second, "-thing coming back." Music grimaced. I remembered it's cold gaze, shuddering. I stood up nervously.
"I'm going to get a breath of fresh air," I said to Music. He nodded at me.

= Small time skip =

I sat under the big oak tree, the shade from it being cast far. I replayed the battle in my head. I remembered the... what even was that? Strings, I guess? As they poured from my eyes. I didn't see much- well, I didn't see anything then, really. I reached up to my face, lifting my glasses slightly to touch the strings. They had a weird texture, not unlike the texture of Music's and my own clothes. I tried to grab them, being careful not to dislodge my glasses. I held onto them, and tried to pull them, a weird feeling coming from my eyes. The strings flowed like satin through my fingers.
I wonder how strong they are...
I tried to curl them around my hand, and slinging them over a branch on the tree. It went over the branch, and down, landing on the grass. I slung another string in a similar fashion, creating a swing made out of the strings. I went over to the make-shift swing, tugging on the strings. They seemed hard to break. I lowered myself onto the swing, swaying slightly. I leaned back a bit.
This is pretty fun-
I thought to myself.
I snapped off the strings from my eyes, so they wouldn't get in the way. They returned to their usual length. I kicked my feet slightly, swaying in the slight breeze.
Just as I was about to return to Music's house, I heard a faint sound. I almost thought I had imagined it, when I heard it again. It was the sound of... knocking? I whipped my head around, my gaze landing on the door to the island. It sounded like someone was trying to get in. I jumped off my swing, not bothering to dismantle it, and ran straight to Music's house.