♡Fangirl♡ (Error x Reader)

Foosball

A few days after the kitchen incident, Error decided that it would be best to simply explore the house for a while, as opposed to jumping into domestic tasks like cooking.

The male skeketon had also been practicing proper use of the week hai- wheel chair. In some of his explorations, he would practice driving in straight lines, turning sharp corners, moving at different speeds, and even manually wheeling himself around.

Error quickly began to enjoy his indoor trips, as the house was both big and tidy. Almost as if you had cleaned it specifically for him, although he was sure that wasn't the case. Who would do that?

But that is besides the point, there were bigger matters at the moment. One of which being the confusing item Error had just found.

It seemed to be a wooden table with raised edges, with several metal rods running through those edges. The flat center of the table was green and had a design of a sports field, that much he could figure out. But the most unusual thing Error found was that small different colored men were situated so that the rods ran through them.

The skeleton drove himself closer to the object, stopping once he was within reach of touching it.

The destroyer tentatively poked the side of the table, before poking it a few more times. After all, he wanted to make sure that it wouldn't fall and mock him upon contact, much like those treacherous eggs.

Once assured that it didn't need to be smashed by two chairs just yet, the skeleton calmed down, smiling slightly.

Taking the item's neutral state into consideration, the male proceeded to gently rub one of the metal rods, which would rotate slightly as he touched them. It wasn't rotating wildly, so Error assumed he hadn't angered the mysterious item.

Coming a bit closer, Error let go of the rod and cautiously raised his hand over one of the men, of whom was remaining as still as the others.

This perplexed Error, anyone or anything he had cared to touch was fearful of him, aside from you.  There was a possibility that you were hiding your fear, though he saw it unlikely. Even though you were somewhat shy, which he didn't quite understand, you didn't seem like the fearful type.

Soon enough, Error found himself thinking of you. The shy, yet seemingly nice person who was taking care of him. You didn't seem scared of him, instead treating him like an old friend you've known all your life.

But that word, friend, it struck him as foreign. He didn't know what a friend was, for he never really had one. The closest thing had to a friend were his puppets, or so he was told.

He didn't quite understand what the job of a 'friend' was. Is there a certain way they were supposed to act? Did they have special tasks that no other had? Or were they to act like all the others, throwing verbal and physical abuse his way, and that the word 'friend' was just another way to refer to a group of people? Was that what a friend was?

Because if so, Error had many, many friends.

If that truly was the case, he had more 'friends' than he could count! He had an ocean of 'friends', so many that he could no longer remember their faces for more than a few days. So many that his bones were turning completely purple from all the bruises they gave him.

Tilting his head, Error went back over his thoughts. Was a friend actually supposed to be violent? Was that really a certainty?

The only reason the destroyer questioned himself was because he remembered the star sanses referring to each other as 'friend', yet he never once saw them insulting each other or punching each other in the face.