4. Yarn

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Error 2's pov

I woke up.

I don't feel any pain.

There's something soft covering me.

Did someone find me?

No, I remembered that I made a portal to the Anti Void right after the fight with Ink.

Only the parasite and Ink could enter here without my help.

Who's taking care of me?

I gave up trying to figure out who and lifted my eyes lids.

I was greeted with a stringed ceiling, my home.

I checked my surroundings and surprisingly, there was a skeleton with matching black bones.

I thought I was the only one with black bones.

He had his back shown to me.

I sat up and that brought his attention to me.

. . . . . .There was an awkward silence but, not exactly, the voices were yelling at me.

Ironically, he looked like me just a bit younger.

"Are you feeling good?" He asked with a glitched voice.

That snapped me out of my thoughts and he was just sitting there, staring at me.

"Yeah?"

It was more of a question than a answer.

Nobody asked if I'm ok except for the bad sanses, Blue, and the Charas but, I can't visit them that often because of my job and I don't want Ink to target them.

Honestly, I do feel better than last time.

Now that I noticed, I looked down and saw my ribs properly attached and healed.

There's no cracks anywhere and I only see scars.

What's disturbing is that I'm naked.

I blushed yellow.

"Why the funk am I naked!?"

My eyes widened

"Where the funk are you Fresh!?" Yelling into the distance.

FRESH POOF*

"Yo, broseph no unrad words allowed," Fresh appeared out of nowhere.

I narrowed my eyes.

"I don't care and get out!" I lifted my fist in the air.

"Alright broseph, good luck with y'all mate," he raised his hands in defense.

FRESH POOF*

I cursed under my breath.

I turned to my look alike and he had a amused face.

"First of all, what did you do to my clothes, who are you and why are you here?"

"One, I washed it and hung it on my strings. it's up here if you want it," he lowered his string and handed it to me.

I put on my clothes and got off the hammock.

We were now standing across each other.

He was few inches shorter than me.

"Two, I'm a alternative universe of you. Also a forced god. You could call me Yarn."

He's a forced god too?

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