Shoutout to Errorizsenpai-Sneky for roleplaying some OG Errorberry and dealing with my gay ass. The roleplay is the main contributor to this x3
Regardless, onto the story!
TW: self-harm and suicidal thoughts. Basically angst and fluff.
"What's life worth living for if there's no joy or pleasure? What does it matter if I live or die at this point? It's not like I'll lose anything anyway." Error confesses.
Blue does his best to help.
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It had been a long time since Error had brought Blue back to Underswap. A very, very long time. Ever since meeting, their relationship is... strange. Sure, some could say it's Stockholm Syndrome, but to Blue he doesn't think it's that. He acknowledges Error's faults, shortcomings and... well, crimes, but also sees that Error is becoming a better person, and enjoys his company a lot, even though he has difficulties getting to visit Error, relying on Ink to open the portal.
Error's... well, better. Blue has helped him with things like his panic attacks and psychotic episodes (well- sorta). He doesn't often visit Blue because of Stretch, Blue's brother, since when Error brought him back to Underswap... Let's just say Stretch was overprotective of Blue and intimidating to Error.
All in all, even despite their differences, they manage to get along. That's why Blue relished every moment he was with Error. Even if it is quiet knitting to small discussions, he enjoys it all. He could even predict some of Error's reactions when he brought up a few topics with the glitch. But there was a side to Error that Blue had only seen hints of.
Today was a day where he got to see a small part of that side. The meeting was quiet, like usual. Error was sitting down, knitting up Outertale Toriel while Blue watches in the same position, mesmerized how Error has such control over his strings. They didn't exchange any words - like per usual for quiet days.
So it really took Blue by surprise when Error talked about his self-harm for the first time.
It wasn't like Blue was innocent to it - he'd seen the scars that riddled the glitch's forearms on a number of occasions, but it was never purposefully shown and Error hadn't really talked about it. He'd refused to when Blue saw it the first time and asked. That's why it took him by surprise when Error asked something.
"Do bones... ever rid of scars?" Error asked, sounding nonchalant as ever about the question, but Blue knew better then to believe the facade. Blue looked up from Error's knitting hands to his face, with a look on the light-boned skeleton's face that said he knew Error was asking for reasons.
"I doubt they do. Skeleton bones don't regenerate back like a human's skin does," Blue informs Error, who slightly hissed out a "damnit", and then a sigh.
Blue wondered for a moment what he should do. Did Error ask this in hopes Blue would ask about it? At first he thought 'no', but decided to be bold. He worried a little for his friend. "Error?"
"Hm?"
"Is this question related to..." Blue paused, looking for the right word, "... your arms?" Blue asked, cautiously as to not seem like he was accusing Error. The glitch tenses up for a second.
"...Yeah..." he hesitantly answered. "They're... bad and..." Error hissed, "disgusting..."
The air's tense from the conversation, but it doesn't faze Blue. He gently and slowly puts a gloved hand on Error's forearm, giving a slow, comforting rub to the area. "They might look horrible and ugly to you, but to me they tell me how strong you are, and how you're willing to keep going despite what the multiverse throws at you," Blue softly says. Blue's face is just inches away from Error's, their breath circling each other.
