Control. Slash. Delete.

Discussions and fear

Error barely noticed being moved from the hammock in the sky. The sky Hammock was nice and isolated. Homey was stretching it. But it was nice. Relaxing maybe, nice and relaxing? Yes that sounded about right. It was the closest they could come up with.
They noticed the voices talking after a while. Saying things. Not their voices though. No, Error's voices were mean. These were concerned and outside their skull.
Error recognised one.

UnderSwap Sans.
B|ueb3rr¥...

Blue..

Error mentally sighed noting the topic had gone to them.
They didn't like that.
Oh look! Someone does care for you!
We'll see how long that lasts sucker!
Oh! Maybe this time they will use you then throw you away like the trash you are!
Come on! You know that no one wants you are you disgusting piece of trash!
The voices seemed to like it though. It fuelled the voices' hateful verbal vomit .
Please, we can do much worse then this, you know it failure.
Sometimes Error wanted to D3|Ęte and |)e5T°r¥ the voices.

It was sadly impossible.

The gentle prickling

All the

of the empty Anti Void

failed attempts

was soothing to Error's

Had only

glitching body.

Proved it....

It lulled Error in and out of sleep like bobbing waves washing over the Destroyer with a soft cleansing refreshment. Floating in cool smoke spinning, not wanting to move. The pressure of being underwater only not wet and cold, no just cool, relaxing... It didn't matter about the worlds around them. Error didn't want to move from this relaxing state even if the voices went feral. Error couldn't move from this frozen state. It was like being in the middle of a crash only with out the excruciating pains and bone shattering noises. No major glitching out.

Was this what it was like to be
N0R/\/\4L

The voices started laughing.
Ha! It thinks it can be normal!
What a stupid thought!
It's stupid that it thinks it can have anything normal!
I didn't realise it could get any more dumber what a loser
Do you think it is on something
Plah! With all the stuff running through it's head yeah
Thought so
So will it die yet?
Error growled slightly and tried to shake their skull in protest only for stabbing pains to lighting down their spinel cord form the fourth vertebrae down. It burned worse then fire, like some form of acidic magic was running through the bones eating away at them from the inside out.
The wounds was healed but the effect was still there.

Error wanted to cry out.
To beg for help.
To go back to the cool pricking!
But the Destroyer's body refused.
The body had become so weak.
W34K

The voices chanted weak at Error.
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