ErrorFresh OneShots

"gO tO slEEp, yOu GoOf!" - Nerd!Error x Nerd!Fresh

Requested by - SnazzyOwl

Error hummed softly as he walked through the school, his face buried in a book.

It was about ten minutes after school had ended and Error was just in the library a few minutes ago, checking out a book, since the school was technically open until four thirty even though classes ended at three forty five.

Walking through the school with your face buried in a book probably wasn't the best idea, since you weren't really able to see where you were going, but Error thought it was fine. No one else but a few teachers would be in the school anyway and he most likely wouldn't see any of them in the hallways at the moment so he was fine. The only thing he'd probably bump into is the door when he was on the way out if he didn't look up from his book on time, or so he thought.

Error walked down the stairs as was just passing his History Class, which was taught by Nightmare, when PJ suddenly came out of the room. Error, of course, didn't have time to react and move out of the way and ended up bumping right into the Jock. His glitches flared up and he fell back onto the floor, dropping the book his was reading.

PJ, who just got knocked back a few steps, looked down at Error. "Watch where you're going, Glitch!"

Error quickly grabbed his book and adjusted his glasses, scrambling to his feet. "I-i'M s-sOrRY! I-i d-diDn'T meAn tO bUmp I-iNtO yOu! I-I-i'LL jUsT bE oN m-mY w-Way!" Error stuttered, walking around PJ when he suddenly got pulled up in the air by his hoodie, making him yelp and glitch, kicking his feet around to try and get down.

"You didn't think I was going to let you leave, did you?"

Error kept kicking his feet around. "C-cOuLd y-yOu p-pleAsE leT mE gO...? I-i s-sAiD sOrRY a-aND i aM! I-i j-jUsT dIdn'T s-sEe yOu!"

PJ chuckled, "You really think I'm keeping you here for doing that? C'mon you're a nerd. You're supposed to be smart. I'm keeping you here because of this." PJ pulled a paper out of his pocket and slapped it on Error's face, the smaller skeleton wincing in pain and his glasses falling down his face a little, now lopsided.

"U-UhM, w-wHaT i-iS iT...?" Error asked, not being able to read the paper because it was pressed up against his face.

PJ pulled the paper back slightly so Error could look at it. "This is my history paper you were supposed to do and get me an A on! Instead of an A I got a C minus and now I can't play in Friday's game!"

Error flinched slightly; he had forgotten about that. He had been avoiding PJ through the week to avoid getting a beating and he had been successful in doing that until now. "I-i'M soRRy b-bUt t-tHeRe j-jUsT w-WasN'T e-enOuGH m-mAtErIal t-To p-pRoDUcE a-aNoThEr gOoD p-paPeR, e-eSpEcIalLY s-since wE hAD tHe sAmE tOpIc, a-AnD I-If I-"

PJ cut Error off by punching him right in the gut. "I don't want to hear your stupid excuses!" He growled angrily, Error gasping when he got punched and coughing up a fair amount of blood. He felt like he got the wind knocked out of him and was now gasping for air. "And now you got your fucking blood all over my jacket and clothes! Do you know how much this shit costs?!" Error didn't reply but he knew PJ was going to hit him again. Error dropped his book and quickly slipped his arms out of his jacket, the jacket slipping off of him and Error falling to the floor. Error quickly got up and ran as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast at all, down the hallway.

PJ scowled and dropped Error's jacket on the floor, waiting a few seconds until Error got around the corner before chasing after him. He liked to make his victims think they were safe and had gotten around before catching them.