♡Fangirl♡ (Error x Reader)

Paint

2nd person POV (?):

Dusting off your hands on your shirt, you sigh, looking around your tidy house. You had just cleaned it in its entirety, even having cleared out some old food from your fridge, which resulted in you getting awfully dirty. You smiled gleefully as you wiped a bead of sweat from your brow, having worked up a sweat from bustling around your whole three-story house for more than 3 hours.

You glanced around the house one final time before deciding it was in presentable condition and walking up the stairs to the second floor.

You twisted the doorknob to your room, entering the spacious area whilst humming a cheerful melody. You began to look through your drawers aimlessly, momentarily forgetting why you came up here. Then you saw it; your old notebook.

Glancing at the door to check if anyone was there, you quickly flipped the notebook open to a bookmarked page. Moving the bookmark aside, you scanned the writing, your writing, for its information.

This wasn't just any regular old notebook, no, this was your notebook. Three-hundred fifty-four pages of information of all the Undertale Aus you ever came across, whether it be from Amino, Fandom Wiki, Tumblr, or Wattpad. It held everything you ever learned about these glorious creations.

Reading your page, you quickly discovered that this book held no new information, or even information you may have forgotten. No, these were facts that you knew with your heart and soul.

Facts about the destroyer.

You sighed and placed the notebook back in your drawer, feeling a slight damper in your joyus mood. You came up here in hopes of discovering more about the one that was presumably in your guest bedroom, but apparently would be leaving empty handed.

Closing the drawer and exiting the room, you pondered on what you would do next. You felt as if you should give the destroyer some more time alone, but you had already done all your household chores. You had even done the laundry in the midst of your cleaning, leaving you with nothing to do.

Cue your current question.

You walked aimlessly down the stairs, waiting for something to catch your attention, your usual method of figuring out what came next.

Walking around the living room in search of some form of entertainment or another, you saw the reflection of light on plastic. Turning your attention to the cause of the 'glare', your gaze ended upon a grand piano.

The sleek black instrument was perfect, freshly polished and all its keys were in excellent condition. The Una Corda, Sostenuto, and Damper pedals were all completely functional, and all of which would produce a beautiful effect if accompanied with notes.

You gently ran your hand over the keys, not enough to produce any sound, but enough to faintly feel the cold temperature of the instrument.

You sat down on the black bench with your hands in a ready position, outstretched and placed above the keys. You were about to begin playing, when the memories flooded back to you.

The memories crashed into you, like a wave crashing into the sand, sending your mind spinning. The difference between reality and memories became blurred, as you were sucked into one of your panic attacks.

No longer able to sit up properly, you teetered to the side, accidentally falling to the floor. You clawed at the carpeted floor, grabbing onto it desperately as if it were going to save you. Your vision grew blurry and distorted, as your breathing sped up until you were hyperventilating, before finally passing out.

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Error sat on the bed, feeling two opposing feelings at once. He covered his eyesockets with his hands in hopes that it would calm the argument going on with his feelings, but to no avail. Instead, he just shook the bed, making countless wrappers fall to the floor around him.