A Nightmare's Honor

Deciphering the ERROR

Author's ([Sky]'s) Note: The following chapter contains implied or direct references to injuries and making dumb decisions. Don't be like the Professor. Don't be dumb. Thank you.

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{?} ERROR POV:

"Please ERROR help ERROR ERROR " ERROR ERROR begged ERROR No ERROR heard ERROR ERROR cries ERROR help-

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"What is he saying? The video keeps cutting out."

"Hmm... I'm not sure. Let's try again."

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{?} ERROR POV:

"Please ERROR help ERROR !" ERROR ERROR begged. No ERROR heard ERROR desperate cries ERROR help-

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"Again."

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{?} ERROR POV:

"Please, help ERROR !" ERROR ERROR begged. No ERROR heard his desperate cries ERROR help-

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"Almost there."

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{?} ERROR POV:

"Please, help ERROR !" the ERROR begged. No ERROR heard his desperate cries ERROR help-

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"So close!"

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{?} VIDCAM63.12.17.43 POV:

"Please, help me!" the Professor begged. No one heard his desperate cries for help-

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"Oh my colors. But where-?"

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{?} VIDCAM53.11.07.52 POV:

A strangely pristine yet messy room came into view, though fuzzy. Zooming in and out, moving side to side, and observing movement proved the room to be an experimental lab of sorts. Papers and folders were in scattered precarious piles on the long island-table. In one corner of the room, a desk was covered in books and quills, a single bottle of ink resting concerningly close to the edge. A few beakers rested in small metal holders on the island-table.

A somewhat old Red Steve walked into the room. He wore a lab coat over his black shirt and khaki pants. His hair was a dreadful mess, and a pair of goggles rested on his messy, somewhat tangled curls. His hair was curlier and puffier than the average Red Steve's hair.

He approached a few papers on the island-table, picking up individuals and creating a new messy and unorganized pile. After glancing over a few pieces of writing, he picked up a beaker gingerly in one hand, brought his face close to it in an observational manner, then put it carefully back in its metal holder.

He muttered a few words that the video's audio system could not pick up, resembling a garbled mess of static instead of a coherent language.

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