Who Are You and Why Are You Me?

Glitchy Boi Being Confusion

{It’ll be better next chapter I swear–
I just needed something to bridge the next chapter with the last two.}

Error PoV

*about 15 minutes prior to end of chapter 3*

Error was not a vain person. Quite the opposite, Error hated most things about himself and his body. The constant glitches, screwing up his voice, the pain from a simple touch, the scars that showed that he was weak; Error hated it all. By the creators, the only decent part about him was his magic!

Even so, waking up in a body that was definitely NOT HIM was not something he enjoyed. Even if it didn’t hurt to move, even when he realized that talking didn’t cause him to sound like a lagging computer, no. Error did not like it one fucking bit.

Glaring at himself in the mirror didn’t make it any better. Not when the person he was glaring at wasn’t himself. It was…unsettling, to put it mildly.

Sighing and dragging his hands across his face(unblemished, well-cared-for hands), Error started thinking. There was a chance that it was only him and Cross who switched, but Fate had never been so kind to him. Or to anybody, really.

Error winced a bit, feeling a small stab of pity for whoever was stuck in his body. Hopefully it wasn’t Blue, Error knew how much the other enjoyed physical contact. 

While still contemplating on whether or not he should actually make his presence known, a thud from the room next to him caught the destroyer’s attention. If he was in Cross’ body, and this was Cross’ room, then the one next to him would be…?

No use; Error didn’t stay over often or long enough to memorize room layouts. Even if he did, the castle was basically a maze. It was a wonder that any of the fuckers here could get to the rooms they intended to be in.

Shaking his head, Error decided that it was no use hiding like a babybones. He may as well see if anybody else was switched. 

A quick glare at the reflection(still too weird) and then he left, back in the room he woke up in. Glancing around momentarily showed the mostly orderly way it was all organized. At least one person here understood the importance of keeping things tidy.

Sighing once more, Error walked over to the door and pushed it open—

Only to promptly jump back screaming.

“Heya Crossy!” Killer said, far too chipper for how he usually was. Even when the eyeless skeleton was at his most emotional, it never affected his voice that much. 

“You’re not Killer,” he stated. Being blunt was one of Error’s main skills. The skeleton in front of him, who looked like Killer but wasn’t, just stared at him.

“Is that his name? I had forgotten it, started calling him Target and all.” 

Error’s eyes widened. Oh no. Oh no no no no no–

“Anyway, yea I'm not him. I’m Ink!” the other said with a wide grin. Oh, why did Fate hate him so? This was too far, even for her!

“Safe to guess you aren’t Crossy?” Ink asked. The innocent face he had on was especially strange coming from Killer. Fucker flirted with almost every monster in sight, and here he was looking innocent ‘cause an idiot was in his body.

“Yea, ‘m not,” Error muttered. It was certainly relieving to no longer have to deal with his glitch while talking. Or the crackling pains while moving. But still, he feels more comfortable in his own body.

Looking at the other, Error saw that Ink seemed to be waiting for something. Taking a minute to understand, Error finally realized.

“Error.” Ink’s sockets widened, before another giant smile split his tearstained face. Feeling as though he had just made a giant mistake, Error walked around the other, picking a direction and hoping it would lead him to the living room.