♡Fangirl♡ (Error x Reader)

Milk and Cookies

Your P.O.V:

After another day in the horror called school, I walked home. It was Friday, and I felt victorious because I survived another week of bullying, work, and social interaction. Yeah, I'm not the most popular or outgoing person.

That's due to the fact that I have a small, tiny, minuscule, obsession with Undertale AUs. Okay, maybe a big obsession, but can you blame me? There's so many wonderful, heart capturing, beautiful alternative universes! How could someone not love them?

Alright, I'm sorry, that was a very stupid question. There are a LOT of sanses that don't like AUs, and I can name almost all of them off the top of my head. Heck, even my favorite character hates AUs!

And do you know who might that be? Well, he's the greatest sans ever, in my opinion. His name is-

*drip*

What?

I look up in confusion, as something wet lands on my head. Then more land on my shirt, then my shorts, and shoes, until I realize it's raining. I sigh, knowing I don't have a rain jacket or unbrella. I continue walking as someone drives by in a truck, splashing me with water.

I yelp and look at the people in the truck, who have their windows down.

"Hey, glitch lover! See you Monday!"
Jared yelled. He was one of the kids who liked to bully me, so I knew what was coming. He held a straw to his lips and fired several spit wads at me, never missing their target. I growled as their truck sped up and splashed me one last time before disappearing down the street.

Well, I bet you know who my favorite person is now, based on that insult. But if you didn't get it, it's Error.

I looked down at my clothes, wet and covered in white, crumpled up spit wads. Great. Now I need to was laundry, again. I rolled my eyes and run the rest of the way home, hoping nothing else will happen.

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After a walk in the rain, I make it to my beautiful house. It's a two story building with numerous large rooms, a basement, attic, patio, and golden gate with silver decorations around the whole property. The walls are white with a blue base and crown board.

I close the door then walk up the staircase to my bedroom. I yeet my backpack in my closet because why not? School isn't until Monday!

I close the door and change into shorts, some comfy socks, and a white loong sleeve shirt with red cuffs then leave the room. On the way out, I drop my wet clothes in the laundry basket next to my door.

I stumble out into the hallway and look down the stairway leading back to ground level. I sigh and look at my options.

Okay, it's finally Friday, but my brain is dead and lazy. I don't wanna walk ALL THE WAY down the ENTIRE staircase! No way! I wanna be LAZY!!

I smile and turn to walk back in my room, but my stomach conveniently uses this moment to grumble. I sigh again.

Damn it, stomach. Why ya gotta be hungry, huh? You like scrap? Huh? Huh?!

I put my fists up and punched the air, making 'huh' noises with every punch. When I realized what was happening, I smacked myself in the forehead and slowly dragged my hand down my face.

God, I am going insane. No one has a mental argument with their stomach, or asks it to fight. You wanna know why? Because that's crazy.

I turn back around and face the stairway, and my stomach growls again.