-3rd person POV-
The sounds of bones being thrown around echo through this once-gorgeous house. Now in ruin from all of the bones, strings, and Gaster Blaster holes. Dodging these attacks is Ink, whose expression looks to be devastated. The house collapses onto itself. Leaving nothing but rubble and dust. Slowly coming out from the destruction is a small skeleton missing half her face. Also known as Error.
"Error! Snap out of it!" Ink shouts at the small being whose attacking nonstop.
From Error's point of view, all she could see is a world dyed red. A constant ringing sound blocks out any noise she might have heard from the outside. Her migraine only amplifies the pain she is already experiencing from her skull slowly healing the missing bones. She goes to grab her head, her hand entering the hole in her skull.
"W̸̬̻̺͈̽͛̆̌͊̈h̴̖̓͌̉̊̽̆̌̍̕̚a̴͓̅̌̏́̊̄͆̇̕t̵̲̹͍̱̰͛̇͊̀̃͊̈́͘͝ ̴̡̡͉̺̩͈̣̯̫͈͌̓͐̓̌í̷͚͙̫͇̫͉̹͉̦̈́͐̉̎̑͘s̵̡̖̰̮̮̀̾̄ ̷̛̠̠͓͈̬́͒͋͛́́̎̚̚ẁ̶̫̤̓̂̈̑ṙ̶̢̛͓̱̩̖̺̹̔͑̅̚͝ơ̷̼̆͆n̵̟̙͇͇͕̰̬̏̐̓͗̊̓͘g̶͉̓̅ ̸̢̧̲̮̙͎̯̹̳͛̌͋͛̌̐̏͘͝w̵̢̡͎̙̻̦͕͑͛͋i̶̧̪̗̤̙͒͐̿͛͜͝t̴͔̟̮̲̳̹́̾̒̓͌͐̊̃̅͛h̸̨̩̖͓̘̱̩̞̓͑́͗̔̀͘ͅ ̷̤̟̲͔̇̊̿̑͂̿̕̚͝m̴̠̓̀͌̋̌̚͠ë̴̪͙́̉?̶̢̧̠̟̘͕͓͖̥̭́̉" Error asks out loud. To anyone else, her voice might sound strange. Sounding as if it was glitching. "G̶̨͔͓̅A̴̰̲̝̘̒͝ͅḤ̴̨̦̙̰̽̒H̸̢̢͇̞͎̠̯̝̐̿̌̑Ḧ̴̡̲͎͈̝͖̫̠́̋ͅH̵̟͓͔̘̹̳̋̽̆̑͊̈́̃͘͜!̵͉̭͍̬̼̪̼͖̹̄̇͛͜!̴̛͉̿̆̓̓̂̑̌!̴̨̗̲̘̀͐́̿͌!̶̬̮̓̉͘͜!̶͎̬̦̖̝͚̟͎̱̟̑͗̇̓̈͝"
Error falls onto the floor, clutching her skull. Ink slowly begins to approach, prepared to dodge any more attacks she might dish out.
"I'm sorry! I'm so, so, sorry! Please! Let me come closer! I need to help!" Ink shouts. He pleads.
Suddenly, a crack in the sky begins to form. Giving access to the anti-void. Coming out from the anti-void seems to be a dark mist. All going towards Error who is releasing a ton of magic all at once. The chains used to bind her to start to crack, turning to dust.
Ink stares in horror as he watches all the darkness that once belonged in Error's anti-void quickly leave it. Now turning that infinite black into infinite white. Unable to do anything except watch as that darkness slowly consume Error and enters her cracked skull.
"ERROR!!!" He shouts.
Black tar resembling hate starts to seep out from Error who looks to be too far gone. As if in a trance. The liquid pours out from her nonstop, making her seem as if she's constantly crying out and throwing up tar.
Despite what is happening to Error, she still has some reason left inside her. But that is quickly fleeing with a new voice joining and talking. Seems as if this dark mist brought along a new voice.
"S̶͍͇̞̤͈͓̻͖̹̫̎̇t̶͈̹͍̓̃̽̐̽̚a̶̜̩̥͚̳̦̗̖̖̾́̊̈́͋̍̓̕͠ȳ̵̨̮̣̰͌̊̈́̌̄̿̿̓̕ ̶̗͓͔̭͊̏̚b̷͚̤̦̺͓͘ȃ̸̘̖̗̯̠̈́c̸̭͓͍̹͚͖̤̏k̸̨̛̙̼͎̳͇͓͉̗͛̾̅̌͠!̸̭̗͖̖͉͈̜̈́̽̉̒͜ ̵̨̜̙̒̒̐̅͋̌͝͠͠ͅI̷͙̫͕̟̞̻͇͐̌̍̑͗̽͜͝ ̴͕͛͊̑͋̂̆͝d̵̹͍̦͖̺͓͎̭̙͓̈́̏ò̵͍̝͙̗̻̗̬͕̝̎̅͑͋̓̏n̸̡̨̰͓̻̉͛͂̀̌̈́̚'̵̢̫̱̬͐̃͜ṭ̷̮̥̝̥͉̦̑͜ ̴̗̜͈̂̎̋̓͊̌̃̿̑͝w̷̨̳̤̺̌̂̆̊͝͠ả̶̪͖̬̜̭̤̈̄̋̒̓̿͠n̷͓̞̺̽̄͑̔̐̉̓̈̓t̶̬̂̄̒̊̒ ̸̟̙̄̔̽̃͋ͅt̶̤͎̩̖̞̖̟̙̂̾̏̓̕̕͜o̴̡̨̡̭̳͍̙̝̔̀̽̐ ̸̢̺͍̤̯̳̹̼̤̤̍̎͆̃h̶͍̲̬̖̤͙͊͗̌̉̕ù̷̫̝͈̻̌̍̉̈́͋͛͘͜͝ṟ̷͙̀͝t̴̞͖̻̲͂͋̇͘ ̴̧̭̙͓͙̟̂̏͒̂y̵̨̱̍̐̓̑̿̐̓̎̋̋ö̷̫̬̻̩̹̠̪́͜ͅͅŭ̸̞̮̓!̸͇͈̬̫̫̇͒̕" Error shouts, throwing up constant tar.
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Becoming Error, The Forced God Of Destruction
FanfictionWhat if someone is reborn as Error? What if they aren't so bad? What if they're suffering in silence and keeping their job a secret for fear of hate? How will Ink react when he learns of Error's job? Will he accept her? Or will he hate her? -picture...
