A Destructive Family-Sequel to Errormare Story

Chapter Ten: Error's Wrath

Error's POV hours later

I groan, feeling my head pound as I wake up from a reboot. What the hell happened? The last thing I felt were the chains trying to pull my arms off but now I feel warm blankets wrapping around me? Maybe I am back with Nighty, safe again somehow...Maybe that asshole got sick of me and dumped me somewhere to be found.

"NiGhTy?"I call out

"Good morning , Sir."A voice says

"HuH?"I say, sitting up and shocked that nothing hurt

"The servants are busy working away already for you. Would you like me to get your breakfast brought in here?"The voice asks

I can't see shit...

"Oh right, I will go prepare your vision space."The voice says

I hear a door shut.

Where the hell am I?

"A̷h̷,̷ ̷s̷o̷ ̷h̷e̷ ̷t̷r̷i̷e̷d̷ ̷t̷h̷a̷t̷ ̷e̷x̷p̷e̷r̷i̷m̷e̷n̷t̷ ̷o̷n̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷.̷ ̷I̷n̷t̷e̷r̷e̷s̷t̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷r̷e̷s̷u̷l̷t̷.̷"Another voice says

"WhAt tHe hElL?!"I snap

"D̷o̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷w̷o̷r̷r̷y̷,̷ ̷I̷ ̷j̷u̷s̷t̷ ̷h̷a̷c̷k̷e̷d̷ ̷i̷n̷t̷o̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷m̷i̷n̷d̷'̷s̷ ̷c̷o̷d̷e̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷s̷p̷e̷a̷k̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷.̷ ̷S̷i̷m̷p̷l̷e̷ ̷e̷n̷o̷u̷g̷h̷ ̷s̷i̷n̷c̷e̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷ ̷a̷l̷r̷e̷a̷d̷y̷ ̷h̷e̷a̷r̷ ̷v̷o̷i̷c̷e̷s̷.̷ ̷H̷e̷l̷l̷o̷,̷ ̷I̷ ̷a̷m̷ ̷T̷e̷r̷r̷o̷r̷,̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷i̷n̷t̷e̷n̷d̷e̷d̷ ̷t̷a̷r̷g̷e̷t̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷f̷u̷s̷i̷o̷n̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷N̷i̷g̷h̷t̷m̷a̷r̷e̷ ̷i̷n̷ ̷a̷n̷o̷t̷h̷e̷r̷ ̷A̷U̷.̷ ̷Y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷s̷o̷u̷l̷ ̷h̷a̷s̷ ̷b̷e̷e̷n̷ ̷l̷o̷c̷k̷e̷d̷ ̷f̷r̷o̷m̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷b̷o̷d̷y̷ ̷a̷s̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷r̷i̷g̷h̷t̷ ̷n̷o̷w̷ ̷a̷s̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷ ̷a̷r̷e̷ ̷n̷o̷w̷ ̷s̷e̷n̷t̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷a̷n̷ ̷a̷f̷t̷e̷r̷l̷i̷f̷e̷.̷ ̷E̷x̷p̷e̷r̷i̷m̷e̷l̷i̷a̷ ̷l̷o̷v̷e̷s̷ ̷e̷x̷p̷e̷r̷i̷m̷e̷n̷t̷s̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷i̷s̷ ̷c̷u̷r̷i̷o̷u̷s̷l̷y̷ ̷a̷b̷o̷u̷t̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷c̷o̷n̷n̷e̷c̷t̷i̷o̷n̷ ̷b̷e̷t̷w̷e̷e̷n̷ ̷m̷o̷r̷a̷l̷i̷t̷y̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷s̷i̷n̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷d̷e̷a̷t̷h̷,̷ ̷h̷e̷n̷c̷e̷ ̷t̷h̷i̷s̷ ̷e̷x̷p̷e̷r̷i̷m̷e̷n̷t̷.̷ ̷Y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷f̷r̷i̷e̷n̷d̷s̷ ̷h̷a̷v̷e̷ ̷s̷u̷f̷f̷e̷r̷e̷d̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷s̷a̷m̷e̷ ̷f̷a̷t̷e̷ ̷I̷ ̷a̷m̷ ̷a̷f̷r̷a̷i̷d̷.̷ ̷B̷u̷t̷ ̷d̷o̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷w̷o̷r̷r̷y̷,̷ ̷h̷e̷l̷p̷ ̷i̷s̷ ̷o̷n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷w̷a̷y̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷I̷ ̷w̷i̷l̷l̷ ̷l̷o̷c̷a̷t̷e̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷f̷r̷i̷e̷n̷d̷s̷ ̷f̷o̷r̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷.̷ ̷Y̷o̷u̷ ̷w̷i̷l̷l̷ ̷h̷a̷v̷e̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷r̷e̷g̷r̷o̷u̷p̷ ̷f̷r̷o̷m̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷r̷e̷ ̷w̷h̷i̷l̷e̷ ̷I̷ ̷h̷a̷n̷d̷l̷e̷ ̷t̷h̷i̷n̷g̷s̷ ̷o̷n̷ ̷t̷h̷i̷s̷ ̷e̷n̷d̷.̷F̷r̷o̷m̷ ̷w̷h̷a̷t̷ ̷I̷ ̷c̷a̷n̷ ̷s̷e̷e̷ ̷h̷e̷r̷e̷,̷ ̷i̷t̷ ̷f̷o̷l̷l̷o̷w̷s̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷f̷o̷r̷m̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷h̷e̷l̷l̷ ̷w̷i̷t̷h̷ ̷a̷ ̷r̷i̷n̷g̷e̷d̷ ̷f̷o̷r̷m̷a̷t̷ ̷b̷a̷s̷e̷d̷ ̷o̷n̷ ̷s̷i̷n̷s̷.̷ ̷Y̷o̷u̷ ̷a̷r̷e̷ ̷i̷n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷W̷r̷a̷t̷h̷ ̷r̷i̷n̷g̷,̷ ̷t̷h̷o̷u̷g̷h̷ ̷o̷n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷n̷i̷c̷e̷r̷ ̷s̷i̷d̷e̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷i̷t̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷s̷e̷e̷m̷ ̷m̷u̷c̷h̷ ̷h̷i̷g̷h̷e̷r̷ ̷i̷n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷c̷o̷m̷m̷u̷n̷i̷t̷y̷ ̷b̷e̷c̷a̷u̷s̷e̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷p̷o̷w̷e̷r̷f̷u̷l̷ ̷h̷i̷s̷t̷o̷r̷y̷ ̷o̷f̷ ̷d̷e̷s̷t̷r̷u̷c̷t̷i̷o̷n̷.̷ ̷T̷h̷i̷s̷ ̷i̷s̷ ̷a̷ ̷h̷o̷m̷e̷ ̷e̷s̷t̷a̷b̷l̷i̷s̷h̷e̷d̷ ̷f̷o̷r̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷ ̷a̷p̷p̷a̷r̷e̷n̷t̷l̷y̷ ̷w̷i̷t̷h̷ ̷s̷e̷r̷v̷a̷n̷t̷s̷ ̷i̷n̷c̷l̷u̷d̷e̷d̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷s̷e̷r̷v̷e̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷e̷v̷e̷r̷y̷ ̷n̷e̷e̷d̷.̷ ̷I̷ ̷w̷i̷l̷l̷ ̷p̷o̷p̷ ̷i̷n̷ ̷w̷h̷e̷n̷ ̷I̷ ̷h̷a̷v̷e̷ ̷s̷o̷m̷e̷ ̷u̷p̷d̷a̷t̷e̷s̷ ̷o̷n̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷r̷ ̷f̷r̷i̷e̷n̷d̷s̷.̷"The voice explains

I frown, able to hear a click as if something disconnected. Then the door opens again.

"Your meal and vision space is prepared, Sir."The voice from before says

I get up and he leads me away to another room. I sit in a chair, then see multiple lights fill my vision. I blink a few times and see a table in front of me with walls covered in mirrors.

"You lived a life with glass giving you sight so we prepared this space to fit that same role. You'll be safe here, Sir. Just tell us if you have any desires."The voice says before a door shuts

I glance around, seeing that I am alone in this room. I test the food and once sure that it's safe, start digging in while getting a better idea of my surroundings. The mirrors give me a good view of my body and I see that two horns with blue and black stripes grow from my head and I feel a long skinny tail ending in a point swaying under my seat. Well that will make blending in easier I guess, if possible.

I curiously touch the edges of the mirror, finding that I can swipe through different sights like a virtual map or flipping through television channels. I curiously swipe each mirror, getting an idea that there'd be 7 rings here and to get a view on each one. I glance around at each one and grin, able to see each one clearly. I'm not trusting a stranger to locate my friends for me after all.

I spot Lust in the ring known for his name. Yeah, real shocker I know. His bones shine a faint purple now like the tips of the horns growing from his head as he wanders the streets there. Then I notice in the ring for Gluttony, a much brighter atmosphere, that Killer is running about. His black marks on his cheeks match his new horns and stripes down his bones, making him impossible to miss. That makes sense to me. He is always so wild and attempting to live life to the fullest, getting as much that he can to pleasure himself or others out of it. And gluttony is the overconsumption of things, often food or things that bring pleasure. And then I was shocked to find Dream in the Envy ring, his yellow eyes a faint glow now, his head low as he stares at the water surrounding the cities of this ring. He hides himself in a hoodie with his hood pulled up and long pants but his horns tear right through the hood. He is visibly shaking, holding his head and shouting to voices I cannot hear. I frown at the sight of each of them looking so miserable. Killer is already in trouble and running for his "life".

Then I notice something odd in another mirror showing the Wrath ring of hell outside of this home I woke up in. There's a figure wandering around in a cloak with a strangely golden glow....which is unfortunately attracting other demons to him. I zoom in closer on the mirror, seeing a familiar red eye and hole in the skull.

How did Dream and Horror get caught in this? I remember Lust and Killer before I crashed...Wait....Where is Farmer? He got caught too!

I glance around, unable to spot Farmer anywhere. I frown, unsettled by this.

I smirk, getting an idea. I snap my fingers and within seconds I hear someone enter.

"Yes, Sir? What do you desire?"A voice asks

"A f3w tHiNgS. Ar3 y0u uP f0r tHe tAsKs?"I reply

"Just say the word, Sir. The last thing we want is for you to be angry."

I smirk with a chuckle.

Good.

TBC