Torn

𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘖𝘯𝘦

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❝𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚? 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚?❞

!!Warning: There is a decently graphic scene in this chapter!
Start and it of it will be labeled with 《 ✮ 》!!

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          For the first time in a very, very long time, you felt genuine fear being in the presence of Error. He usually got angry and threw you to the void or to a random AU when he was mad at you, but today was different. You didn't like it, not one bit, as Error stared at you in on looking horror as you told him about how you were now uncomfortable with Fresh. Error clawed at the air at his sides, his vision slowly covering with glitches as he processed his anger.

Fresh did what? Fresh... kiss you!? What the hell is wrong with him? What would drive that disgusting little parasite to do that to you? You're perfect, you have all the right emotions. You're soft, you're understanding, you're caring. You're-! He's-!

Error let out a deafening scream, reaching his hands up and grabbing his skull and shaking it, dust falling from where he was scratching away at his skull. You tried to take a few steps back, but Error shot out multiple of his strings, you were surrounded in a cage. You dodged as many as you could, but a pair of strings wrapped around your injured armed, making you gasp at the pain that shot through your body.

Grunting, you tried to pull away from the strings, as they aren't very stable and are easy to snap, but it proved it be troublesome. These strings were stronger than the ones you were used to, though you always knew that Error attacked you with weaker strings than he was capable of conjuring. So why was he using his strong strings on you now? What did you do?

Furrowing your brows and huffing, you grabbed your injured arm with your free hand and dug your heels into the floor, pushing away to get out of the strings. Taking cautious looks at Error every now and then, he seemed to have crashed, you eventually loosened a string on your wrist. You beamed in delight, only for the sound of Error booting back up to cut your celebration short. Whipping your head over to glance at Error, you couldn't see him anywhere.

The whirling sound of strings caught your attention. Ducking, you barely missed a group of strings coming for your head. Now distracted, Error tugged the strings on your arm back and fourth, making you stumble over your feet to keep yourself balanced. Another roar of wind, this time the strings caught onto your injured leg.

With on swipe, you were on the ground, struggling against the tight strings. Your eyes watered with tears as the strings started to burn your skin, rubbing uncomfortably against your struggle. As you continued to struggle, you let out a huge huff of air when something heavy was sat on your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. A bone pair of hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them besides you, forcing you down into a spot of awkwardness.

Rapidly blinking away your tears, you gasped lightly as you saw Error sitting on top of you, an unreadable expression on his face. "Y/n, you remembered our promise, you talked to me about it." Error said in a low tone, his claws now digging into your wrists more tightly and drawing small dots of blood. You held down a yelp. "You... hurt me." Error sunk himself lower onto you, making you grown as his pelvis dug into your stomach. You wanted to puke.

You were confused as to how Error had grew balls to touch you, but you were more so confused on how you 'hurt' Error. "You kissed Fresh. You hurt me." Error released one of your wrists and brought it up to his chest, taping it roughly as anger slowly formed on his face once more. "You hurt me right here!" Error screamed before getting off you and kicking you, causing you to roll over onto your stomach.