Tied Up With You

Daddy

"You're back." I say with disgust.

I am now the proud father of not one, not two, but three little bundles of joy.

.Exe our next child has a dark skull and body which fades into white forearms and white calve bones as well as mixed bone color feet.

They don't have a gender or assigned sex. Just completely blank.

They have silver face marks that are arrow edges and RGB lit sockets and white eye lights that zone in on everything. They are very watchful.

But the most notable thing about them is supposedly they are able to create entities.

These entities are usually really weak and severely glitched out to the point they grow unstable and die, but for some reason this monster wanted my children.

"Give them to me."

"Hell no."

"As their grandfather it would be imperative to do so."

"Frick you and your grandfather rights." I say covering PC's head with my shirt.

"Papá, I can't see!" PC yells.

"Look, I don't care why you are here you will never be in these kid's lives. End of story."

"Please Cross. Give me a chance." XGaster says

"Why should I? All you left me with was pain. For hundreds of years you tormented me, my family and friends. There is nothing you can do to prove your worth."

"With Error's help I can bring everything back."

"You say that yet I can't seem to bring myself to believe you." I say, a tear streams down my right cheek. "Why can't you just leave me alone!"

I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder. Hands that tended needles and fabric and string. There is a strange sense of grounding completely the opposite of the monster inheriting that stance. An oxymoron, gentle ness within the coldness of destruction and death. From what I can see looking back at me is not hatred. It is an emotion of empathy. One I was unaware Error could even possess.

"Look, I don't have any clue what happened to you nor do I know how to fix you, but I will do my best to put you back together."

"R-Rorre." I say voice breaking as tears pour from my eyes.

"Shh. There there. I hate it when people cry. Never know how to deal with them. But for you I will try." He says taking my hands and kissing them.

"What will you do Rorre?" I ask wiping my tears. I stand up straight and look at Error.

"Heh, for some reason I started crying too." Look strands of thread stream from his sockets and go down around his chin. Wet tears pour too giving him a strange look.

"You look funny as sh!t." I whisper to him, trying to hold in my chuckle.

I get a glare and Error pushes me away.

I burst out laughing and pull at the strands.

"The fvck is this?" I say out loud.

"Papá, what's a f—"

"—Don't you finish that sentence PC." I shoot an authoritative glare at him before he finishes. "That is an adult word. Little kids shouldn't say it."

He freezes then shakes his little head and puts his hands together and rotates them down in my direction.

'That little scamp. Who did he learn that from?'

"I can see what you are thinking." Error says making my eye sockets widen. " You are probably the only one I seen do that other than Epic."

"What?" I lightly snort.