Requested by: The-Glitch-Account
Sin warning!
I'm sorry if it's bad but I tried-Error sighed softly as he looked at the rainbow asshole, known as Ink, who was standing a few feet in front of him, yelling at him for destroying a few of his AU's again. Error wasn't really listening to him shout, tuning him out. He was just waiting for him to finish so they could start the fight already.
About ten minutes later, Ink finally finished his shouting at Error and lunged at him with his paint brush.
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It had been about an hour now and the fight between Error and Ink was still going on. Both of the skeletons were tired by this point but Error was more tired than Ink. He hadn't gotten much sleep the last few days so Ink had a small advantage. Error shot his strings out at Ink, in an attempt to grab him, but he did something unexpected. Ink grabbed Error's strings and tugged on them as hard as he could, making Error stumble and fall down to the ground. Ink quickly took the chance and lunges at Error with his paintbrush, bringing it straight down on his skull. A sickening crack sound was heard, along with a glitched scream before he pulled back. Error managed to pick himself up slightly. Everything around him was slowly going black and the last thing he saw was Ink teleporting away before everything went black.
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Error let out a small groan as he opened his eyes and sat up, looking around the Anti-Void with a confused look in his eye lights. "w-wHeRe aM I...?" Error said to himself, not understanding where he was. He got to his feet and looked around, gasping when he saw some puppets on the floor a little way away from him. He ran over to them and picked a puppet of Fresh Sans and Nightmare Sans up, looking at the two of them. "tHesE dOlLs aRe cUte!" He said aloud, picking up a few of the other ones and also looking at them. Error sat back down on the floor and laid on his stomach starting to play with the puppets that he thought were dolls, forgetting that he was in an unknown place and he had to figure out where he was. He continued to play with the puppets for a while, jumping and looking behind him when he heard a strange sound and then a voice which said, "Hey broski!"
Error said up and looked over at Fresh, staring at him. "wHO aRe yoU?" He asked, looking at him up and down.
Fresh laughed, "Very funny, Error! Ya know who I am!"
Error shook his head and raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "wHo'S eRrOR?" He asked, scratching his skull, hissing in slight pain when he scratched a huge crack on his skull that was now starting to bleed.
Fresh walked over to Error and sat down beside him. "How'd ya get that big crack n yer skull?"
Error shook his head, wiping at the blood that was going down the side of his skull. "i dOn'T knOw! i JuSt wOke uP In thIs weIrd PlaCe aNd I haD iT!"
Fresh unzipped his Fanny pack and pulled out a towel and a first-aid kit. He pressed the towel to Error's skull gently and wiped up the blood. He then opened the first aid kit and took out some cotton balls, putting some rubbing alcohol on them. "This might string a lil." He warned, before pressing the cotton ball to the crack in Error's skull, making him flinch in slight pain but that was it. Fresh removed the cotton balls and then pulled out a some Hello Kitty bandaids and stuck them over the crack in Error's head before putting everything back in his Fanny pack.
He looked back at Error, figuring he knew what had happened. He just assumed Error got the big crack in his skull by fighting with Ink. He probably got whacked with that giant paintbrush, that Ink always carried with him, and lost his memory. Fresh didn't see any other way Error could've gotten that big of a crack in his skull unless someone else did it, which didn't make sense since Ink was the only person Fresh knew that Error got into fight with, or he fell off of something and onto his skull, but that wasn't likely. So the only cause could've been Ink.

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ErrorFresh OneShots
Short StoryJust a bunch of ErrorFresh and a few other Sanscest OneShots! Cover made by darkfucker on tumblr! *I wrote this when I was 14. Don't expect much.