Do i have multiple art styles? Yes, yes i do. Will i draw in different art styles in each different book i have? Also yes. You cant stop me.
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"h3LL0" {Error speaking}
"Sup homie" {Anons/SOULS speaking}
"Hello" {speaking}
"Hello." {NM speaking}
'Hello' {Thoughts}
"Hello" {Yelling}
Hello {Narrative}
|{|hello!|}| {lil A/N}
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Error didn't know how long he has been staying in the ANTI-VOID. He couldn't even bother to count.
It was one of those days, the days where he sometimes thought about his existence, his purpose.
Maybe the universe was telling him to clean up a mess he has no business with by plucking out a random human and putting it in Errors body.
Everything was so annoying.
The colour white was starting to irritate him. It's too bright. Too noisy.
Voices all around him. Were they yelling at him? He has no idea. He just hears something, yet he doesn't bother processing it.
Error was staring up at his hung up strings, a pathetic attempt on trying to put colour in this sad place.
His eyes slowly trailed over to each of the SOULS pulsing around some of his strings in an irregular manner similar to talking
His eyes slowly stop at a green SOUL, and he could already feel the tears wanting to spring up again.
Stop it, you've already killed a child before.
But frisk is different, they're basically a PLAYER.
Yes.. Your killings are justified, isn't it? Frisk isn't an actual child.. They're just a big sin in a child's body.
But, what about Lyla?
That child was a random human, a human child.
Errors attention snapped back at a voice yelling his name again, as if it were repeating it for the past minute. "ERROR!"
Oh.. It was one of the Anons.
Now that his focus was back, he could faintly feel his body trembling before he hugged himself, his hands on his arms.
When was he trembling? He shouldn't tremble.. He's the destroyer of AU's..
He should be cocky and full of himself, not a pathetic lump of bones trembling at one simple murder.
God, he really is pathetic.
"Are.. Are you okay? You don't look good.." Error shook his head before standing up from the beanbag. "1'm f1nE."
It was an obvious lie, but he didn't want to bother.
Speaking of.. He never bothered to inform Nightmare or the others, he just sort of vanished after that shenanigan.
How long did he stay here..?
His hands clenched onto his arms tightly before slowly releasing it, letting out a shaky sigh. He eyed the crotchet project he was doing fallen of the floor before his thoughts took over him.
YOU ARE READING
This life as Error Sans.
Fanfiction⪼A life where our beloved [Reader/REDACTED] died a very.. 'Fun' death. ⪼upon realizing their death, they'd realize that they reincarnated into error sans, a character they used to know as a kid. ⪼[REDACTED] Gained some friends that were on his side...
