Mr. Erratum

Chapter Eighteen

Six days later, Error paced around the staff room. He had left it to the last day, He needed to tell Erratum his feelings, which Error was really dreading, or his son would do it for him. And that was even worse than the first option, "God, how am i going to do this..." He muttered to himself, questioning every life choice he had made up to that point while doing so, in which He heard multiple annoyed groans as a response, "C'mon Error, it can't be that hard" Dream said, giving Error a small smile, Reaper nodded, agreeing with Dream "the yoai fanatic is right you know, Telling Geno wasn't hard" Reaper claimed in a proud matter, Error gave him a tired glare, "Yeah, but Geno had a fifty percent chance of not even responding! The guy's a literal zombie" Error exclaimed, pointing over to the Sleeping Science teacher, Nightmare sighed, getting annoyed at Error "You're being petty over this, he rather responds with a yes, or a no, simple. And trust me, he's going to say yes" Nightmare told him, sighing.

Error groaned, Not replying to Nightmare's reasoning. Dream soon spoke up, realizing Error wasn't going to reply "Trust me, Erratum's going to say yes, You don't know how many times Ink's come over to me complaining on how many times Erratum brings you up in conversation" Dream informs Error, rolling his eyes. Error only nodded. Error then sighed, "Fine, give me a few hours" He gave in, looking over to his three friends in defeat.

Blue sighed, Pigment wasn't allowed to be alone in the house, the reason for that was because they had came home multiple times to find the house a mess, Usually paint would be splattered everywhere, or Pigment had decided he wanted to stick all the furniture to the roof, which his only explanation for was 'magic', and sometimes they would even find Pigment's Marrow scattered over the kitchen side, which he somehow got from cooking, even when they took the knives. Because of Pigment's strange clumsiness and lack of reasoning before making decisions, Ink, Blue and Nightmare all took turns in keeping him in check at school, meaning Pigment was with them while in lessons.

Today was Blue's turn, well, it was usually Blue's turn anyway. Pigment seemed to enjoy Blue's company more, and usually acted less as a three year old, and more like the adult he is. That didn't mean he still wasn't childish, since it was his persona, which in Blue's honest opinion, reminded him of some creepy horror film based around children or dolls, But Pigment's grin usually fell when he was around Blue, as Blue had asked of him, and instead was replaced with rather his emotionless stare, or the small smiles he'd give Blue every now and then, Which actually looked sincere.

"Blue, what are you going?" Pigment asked, although, he didn't really care, "I'm just planning the lessons for next Tuesday, you don't really get as much marking as a Cooking teacher compared to all the others" Blue told him, not looking up to the emotionless face of Pigment, Pigment nodded, and stayed silent. A few silent minutes later, The bell went off, signaling the students arrival, a soon, the first set of students entered the classroom.

Not one of the students questioned the presence of Pigment, since he had been in all their classes for the majority of the week, and a few of the students even seeing him in Ink's and Nightmare's class, so Pigment was mostly ignored, other than the few glances thrown his way, some of them questioning his strange choice of clothing, or most likely the large paintbrush he still had on his back, that they heard him talk to multiple times, referring it as 'broomy'. Blue sighed again, "Okay students, today we will be carrying on with how to cook meat properly" Blue told the students, showing them all that class had started.

Erratum was silent, he was looking over to the newly completed blankets the students had finished. He was surprised it took them over three months, but then he remembered that half of them probably never used a sewing needle in their lives. He smiled looking at them, Almost every one of them were in a decent condition, other then Undyne's, which had a way to complicated design for a beginner, in which made the posing Hero look like something Prisoners eat for dinner, and Edge's, who had been ripped apart multiple times because of frustration, then poorly stitched back together, It was so bad that Erratum didn't know if he could even fix it. But other then that all of them were great, Fresh made his with different colours for each square, and Alphys had yellow dots covering a cyan background, and overall they were all wonderful.

Erratum neatly put all the blankets together, then packed them all in a box, ready to be taken out next lesson for the kids to take home. Erratum had already decided that the students next project would be to make some simple dolls. When Erratum says simple, he means really simple, He didn't think the students were ready to make some like the ones he makes on a daily basis, but they probably could try to make something simple, like a fish or a chibi-like cat, so he had nothing to do. 

Out of boredom, an emotion which Erratum doesn't really tend to feel, he decided to visit Pigment and Blue. It didn't take him long to walk there, but he couldn't really tell, he still needed to get his sense of time in check, he reached Blue's classroom, one of the few cooking classrooms at the school. He didn't bother to knock, and walked straight in, when he entered, he found Blue marking something looking like homework, but he wasn't completely sure, and Pigment staring at Blue, doing nothing. "helLo BlUe, hELlO pIgMEnT" Erratum greeted, Blue looked up in surprise, and then smiled happily, He quickly stopped what he was doing and put his attention on Erratum, "Hello Erratum! what are you doing here?" Blue asked, smiling. Erratum shrugged, "I Don'T- wEll, i Was BOrED" Erratum told Blue, Blue sighed, "Yeah, i'm bored too... so, how's your class doing?" Blue asked, curiosity laced into his tone, "tHey'rE sTILl GrEAT, TheY acTUaLlY FiNiSHeD thE blaNkEts" Erratum revealed, Blue grinned, "That's great! what do you plan on doing next?" Blue asked, "proBAbLy a SMaLl DOlL, i'M nOt SuRe" Erratum told Blue, shrugging, Blue frowned, and thought for a bit, "Isn't that a bit advanced? i can't imagine some of them being able to do that" Blue stated, "Maybe you should try to make pillow's instead, it would go with the blankets they all made" Pigment suggested, cutting into their conversation, Erratum smiled, "ThaT's A GrEaT IdEa PiGmEnt, ThEy AReNt tHat hArD tO MAke, ThanK YoU" Pigment only nodded, Suddenly, the bell went off, "I've got a lesson now, see you later Erratum!" Blue stated, Erratum nodded, "sEe yoU laTeR bLuE, bYe pIgMEnT" Erratum said, exiting the classroom. 

Error sat down, watching the students as they ran on the track, "If you want to be on time for Lunch, you better start running! and YES i am talking to you!" Error shouted, continuing to watch the students as they ran. After an hour of this, the students left for Lunch, all but one, "Dad" Paperjam greeted, "Do you need something PJ?" Error asked, Paperjam nodded, "Go and confess to Mr. Erratum now, It's now or never, and i DO NOT want to do it for you" Paperjam ordered, Error sighed, "...Yeah, i'll do it now... I Wouldn't want you to do it" Error stated, Paperjam nodded, "okay, see you later Dad!" Paperjam shouted, running off, "He was in a rush..." Error said to himself.

Error walked slowly, taking as much time as possible to get to the sewing classrooms. But alas, he finally reached the classrooms, much to his dismay. Error then slowly knocked on the door, and a muffled, 'come in' was heard, Error sighed, and slowly opened the door.

Error waved at Erratum, "HElLo ErRoR, WhaT aRe yOu dOinG HERe?" Erratum asked Error, said skeleton rubbed his hands nervously, "Hey Erratum, can i- well, can i talk to you for a moment?" Error asked, avoiding Erratum's eye's. "Uh.. SurE, whAT DO yOu waNna TALK aBoUT?" Erratum asked, looking at Error with worry, "Well, you see..." Error started, Error then muttered something, but it was too quiet, "DId yOU Say soMetHiNg ErROr?" Erratum asked, getting out of his seat, worried for his friend, "well, i.. urgh, F*ck it" Error muttered, "I like you, really like like you" Error said, almost like a love-struck school girl, Erratum stayed silent, looking at Error, who was now looking at the ground, trying to process what He said. It stayed silent for awhile, after a minute or so, Error looked up, and saw Erratum who was... crashing?