The Multiverse Solution Center

Extra: Error's Problems

"Error, stay still," Geno told Error as he tried calm him down.

"Oh, yEaH! sTAy still WheN I CaN'T sEe a FucKInG tHiNG!" Error yelled at Geno.

Error hadn't fully crashed, but he had gotten mad enough during the meeting that he couldn't see anything through his sockets. What had caused the argument was Ink wishing to eradicate every multiverse with ship-children in it. Error had argued heatedly against it and almost crashed as a result. He had had to call Geno to pick him up and take him home.

"Look, if you will calm down, your eyes will clear out faster," Geno explained, wrapping Error in a blanket to calm him down.

Error grabbed the blanket immediately and pulled it closer to himself.

"Now, care to explain what could've caused you to almost crash?" Geno asked. "And don't you dare say you tripped and fell because that does not cause this."

Error looked away. He was starting to be able to make out shapes, so he knew his eyes were clearing up, but he wasn't going to tell Geno or Fresh that it was because of Ink. The first time Fresh had learned that Ink had caused Error to crash resulted in a very pissed off Fresh and a murderous Geno. He wasn't going to let that happen again.

    "i dIDn't See thE sTeP. I wAs so SurPrISed By thE jOlt tHaT i alMosT craShED," he lied, praying that he bought it.

    Error couldn't see the glare from Geno. Like hell he was buying that. But he knew that if Error didn't want to say anything, he wasn't. He gave an exasperated sigh.

    "You're lucky Fresh isn't here," was all Geno said before leaving to go to the kitchen.

    Error felt near his eye sockets. He could make out colors and the shapes were becoming sharper. He put on his glasses to help. Like hell he'd wear them near Ink, but they did help at times. He hated his poor eyesight and his destructive tendencies (he was lucky Fresh nor Geno ever went in his room). He hated Ink above all else. Hopefully tomorrow was a better day.

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    Error grabbed some nice cream from the Plaza and sat down at one of the benches. It was not a better day. Ink had decided to be an asshole again and Error was lucky he didn't crash. He had stormed out of the meeting room and had just left the Center entirely.

    "Error? What are ya doin' out skelebro?" came a voice behind him.

    He looked over and saw Fresh standing behind him. His shades were questions marks and his usual smile was down in a concerned frown. Fresh sat down next to him on the bench without warning.

    "Is everything okay?" he asked.

    "YeAH, jUsT neEdED soMe fREsh AiR," Error lied. He realized the pun and buried his face in his hands. Fresh's concerned look didn't drop.

    "You sure?" Fresh asked. "I thought you said you had meetings all day."

    "LoOK, i'M alRIghT," Error said, putting an edge in his voice. "I JusT nEEdeD to tAkE a bReAK."

Fresh continued to frown but didn't say much else. He didn't want to pressure Error into telling him, but he could tell he was lying about something. He shook his head and gave a small smile.

"Well, how much work do you have?" he asked instead.

    "NoT mUCh," Error answered. Error felt bad thinking it, but Blue could probably do the work.