Cuffs of String

Clueless Error

“h1 N3w f4i3ND5! I-1-i’M eRR04,” Error said as he extended his hand to greet the new skeletons inside the room.
They paused; Dust then backed away. He’s not getting anywhere near that trainwreck. He heard the sounds of Nightmare moving towards him. Nightmare was going over towards the others and started telling them things that were out of Error’s earshot. The entire time Error was trying to figure out what was causing him to be able to widen his smile, scrunch up his eyes, etc. it was just something that he was trying to figure out. Error was shocked out of his stupor by Dust going for his stuff.
Error lunged towards his things. It doesn’t matter that the other was supposed to be his roommate. He doesn’t touch his stuff without his permission! Dust was taken aback at how large Error’s reaction to it was. He was planning to just help Error a bit, since he doesn’t seem like he’s all there in the head anymore.
Error was just glad that the voice was now probably gone. Nope I just left for a milkshake. I drank like um… maybe over a hundred of them? Who knows I kept forgetting. I think someone kept spiking my milkshakes. Error was shocked completely and it was ridiculous for them to even come back. He heard them laughing after they ‘left’. Honestly he wasn’t sure what was wrong with the voice and why it decided to come back. Maybe don’t act like I can’t hear you. Also, nice you followed my advice and got. Some. Help. Error started to hum again completely forgetting about how there were others around him.
He was loudly humming and Nightmare’s gang stared at him. Error had told them that he heard voices, but they didn’t think this was how he reacted to the voices. Dust hesitantly come up to him and was off put. Error couldn't figure out for the life of him why. Didn't Ink say that his humming sounded better than the screeching that he did when he first was found? Ink's word was genuine and therefore correct. That's what Ink taught him! He couldn't help mindlessly grinning like a drunk at the thought of Ink. And you're crazy. I'm going back to that Grillby's, at least a spiked milkshake or actually alcohol isn't this unnerving. Dust was backing away again as soon as Error started to hum louder not noticing as Error's grin widening to an almost grotesque degree. Error couldn't figure out why Dust was so off put by him. He was doing what Inky wanted. Inky really didn't like him scratching himself or smacking his head into the wall, he said that that wasn't how you deal with voices. He had the same uneasy smile that Dust had now. Did he accidentally scare his new roommate before he even got to talk to him?! That's a problem. That's a problem.
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Ink was a panicked mess to put it simply. He went out to get Error a reward. He had the cloth, buttons, and even got Error some of the golden and silver thread he was asking for. When Ink went into Error's room (he refused to think of it as just a broom closet anymore. Error considered it his room so it was his room) all he found was a pile of dolls made in his likeness. He still wasn't used to that. He was glad though that he took all the vials except the one to cause guilt because the one time he did have that and tried to interact with Error in this state wasn't good. He nearly undone all of his hard work.
Ink knew that this was what was best for Error. Now, if only he had the slightest clue where Error was!!! How could he even lose Error?! He usually is just sitting in his roo- that's when Ink sees a doll. It isn't the same as most of the other dolls. It wasn't made to look like Ink. It was a doll of Nightmare. Ink went for his sash and took the red bottle off. He popped the cap off and went to chug about half the bottle.
He was going to make Nightmare pay.