err0r oneshots

TW: Panic Attack

The title :)

The anti void was a silent place. The silence was defending. There was nothing. Strings hung from the infinite sky and they each held a red soul. Most souls glowed with determination but others had a faint or no glow at all, having lost their will to survive. From the heights of their containment they could see how far the void extends. They could also find the single resident, lying on the stiff floor that could not be good for the back. He stared off into space, ironic as he was quite fond of space. The stars that supposedly granted one's deepest desires, that were bigger than they looked from afar, beauties of mass destruction. Stars that could explode at any moment.

Everyone LOVED them.

Tears poured from the poor destroyer's eyes. Stained phalanges wiped away the yellow tears that continued to fall. His breathing hitched as he began softly crying. Bringing his knees to his chest he tried to take deep breaths, knowing it was ridiculous to cry over nothing. There's no use crying for spilled milk. Yet he cried. Breaths were interrupted by choked sobs as they became more violent. His arms grabbed his chest as it tightened and much needed oxygen couldn't properly enter his lungs. Tears poured from his sockets as his body gave up. His soul began to cry out in an attempt to tell him to breathe. He pushed in his sockets as he took deep breaths, Magic dripped from his nose as he covered his tear stained face with his hands. He couldn't believe this. Such a mighty God crying over something so trivial as an emotional break. This was ridiculous really. So what if he had nothing and no one to share his burden. He'd wish for nothing on his greatest enemies. Just mere puppets to a being larger than life. The thought just made his soul cry out even more.

He was nothing of a puppet. Not even a marionette or an antique. Just a ripped up puppet with stuffing peeking out of its body. His chest tightened--as strings pulled at his soul telling him to GET. UP.--and his breaths were few and shaky. Choked sobs and fleeing tears came from his body, the only instance that proved he was alive. A living being with a soul. At the mention, his soul cried for help. For some one. Anyone please. He didn't want to be alone! Don't leave him here! The tightened grip of strings from above barely comforted him and only further his dive into insanity. He had no control over his body, a higher being controlling it as his mind suffered. They could be controlling his thoughts. Making him think he has a soul. A life outside of destroying.

His soul shot out in pain, more choked sobs and fast breaths filled the void. He scratched at his sockets and tore at his throat. Why can't he breath!? He can't--!its not worth it!! It hurts! His chest tightened into himself as his soul tried to survive. It didn't want to live but the one pulling the strings forced it to.

It had to live.

It couldn't die.

Please let him die!!

He has NOTHING!!!

A crowd of murmurs surrounded the skeleton and the void began to speak. Insults and demeaning comments about his current state only fueled the fire as he started screaming. The screams were animalistic and wordless, sobs followed the cries and more panicked breaths occurred. He turned onto his knees to scratch at the floor, dragging his phalanges against the ground and drawing blood. The screams and cries shouted back, mocking him and talking over one another. Finger dug into his skull and he bled the same red that colored his bones. His eyes were shot and he threw himself around.

He cried

and cried

and cried

and continued crying

He just kept crying.

And begging

His breaths were heavy yet the voices had stopped. They got bored of hearing his endless cries and screams for mercy. Screams for help. Screams that would never escape this void. No one would hear or care about him because of everything he's done. He's delusional to ever think that what he's doing is right. That he deserves mercy. He is a god that has killed millions yet still begs for assistance. A pitiful god. A sorrowful god that has given no mercy to the millions he's killed.

Oh but he has...
he's spared... so many from a Fate...
far worse than death...

His breaths slowed after what felt like forever. The souls having had enough, some even started screaming again. Mocking him. They'd tell him to kill more then shame him for killing so many. They'd promise safety in silence then the silence would become unbearable or they'd scream until he bled. They'd make a fool out of him after giving him hope. Such a silly concept for the soul. A Monster depended on hope and Magic to survive for its soul was nothing without either. He has magic, but there is not a sliver of hope that Fate or the voices had ripped out of him. His soul solely depends on his magic and that affects him greatly. The excess magic tears at his soul as he has physically done many times. It holds itself above death. Giving it a snippet of it before it was sent to life again. After everything, the soul was ready to die. It wanted to stay conscious, to keep living. But there is nothing for it to live for. It pleaded and begged for mercy and for a chance at life, but now it pleads for death. For a release from the ever growing pains of living. It wanted to pass out, and with every constriction of the strings and its own panicked breaths. It grew close.

HIs thoughts smoothed out and reflected on his small panic attack. It was stupid. He was just being ridiculous. Crying because of his soul. It doesn't matter what he wants. His breathing hitched at random times but his tears dried and his sniffles were nothing. The strings on his soul continued to tighten which got a whimper of pain from Error. His bones felt as if they were being squished together and he was too tired to go anywhere. His soul was still recovering, breathing in deeply to gain back lost oxygen. The strings pulled so hard that they actually moved his limp body across the Anti-Void. His breath hitched and he quickly picked himself up. A few wayward thoughts came to light and invaded his mind--he'd have to kill again and again and again. The feeling of LOVE invading his soul as it swelled up and tried so hard to implode in on itself, just for the release of DEATH. the souls of those previously determined began talking over one another. Insults targeting Error grew in numbers which only added to the static in his head. He struggled to get up as his breaths sped up again. His chest constricted as his soul shook and he took time to himself to calm down before going out. He couldn't be seen like this, he's teased enough in this supposed safe space that is the Anti-void he doesn't need it to happen outside as well. With faded eyelights and a suffocating soul, he hesitantly opened a portal to destroy another AU. tears blending in with his already existing ones.

This wasn't the first time he's cried his soul out.

And it won't be the last.

[[ 1267 words
Haha mood ]]