A Deathly Harem

Chapter 8 - Error

A few hours passed from Reaper waking up from his nap. Error was laying on the floor, his back towards Reaper.

Reaper laid on his back before talking nonsense since he had nothing better to do. "-Also! I have a conflict!" Reaper started another conversation with a conflict

"Ever since I met these two who can't die from me touching them, they've grown feelings for me...I may be as old as time, but I've never experienced love...love doesn't last long for me for OBVIOUS reasons!" Reaper said

"I'm not sure if I return those feelings, they'll leave me like every other thing that I love did!" Reaper sighed, "I love nature, trees, animals!... I can't touch them though... maybe I just...want something to hold? Something alive that just won't die?... I'm not sure if that would be the solution or not," Reaper looked down

"And now that there are THREE people I can touch, it makes me wonder WHY I can touch you three," Reaper said with a raised brow

"...Would you happen to know?" Reaper turned to Error. He expected a "Shut up" or any rude remark. Maybe an actual answer. It was just silence though

"Error?" Reaper rose a brow as he sat up. Still no response. Reaper crawled over to Error to see him sleeping. "Oh...-" he whispered.

Reaper looked over to his shoulder and lightly tapped him to wake him up so he could talk to him. "Error...!" He whispered again as he poked up. Error shot up from the poke and flared his arms around. Accidentally slapping Reaper

"Owie!" Reaper back up as he rubbed his slapped cheek. "What the- I thought we agreed on six feet!" Error huffed, "I got bored! I wanted to talk to you! Why'd you slap me!" Reaper whined. "I've told you already! I have haphephobia!! I hate it when people touch me! It's severe!" Error huffed before curling himself into a ball

Reaper stopped rubbing his cheek as Error buried his face into his knees. "...Where'd you get that phobia?" Reaper asked. Error kept to himself, "...I don't wanna talk about it-" Error said with a pouty tone.

Reaper sighed, "...Well...if you wanna get used to it, you have to expose yourself to it more...ya' know... realize that it's nothing to be afraid of?" Reaper said

"Even a simple handshake would help! How 'bout it? With me?" Reaper took out his hand for a handshake.

Error flinched a bit, "...If you break the little trust I have..." he glared, but took Reaper's hand slowly as they slowly shook hands. Error slowly smiled a bit. Reaper moved his other hand suddenly as Error stopped, "Oh! I was just moving my hand! That's it! Nothing more!" Reaper said

Error narrowed his eyes as they continued to shake hands. "Isn't his a b-bit too long for a handshake?" Error asked, "A handshake can be as long as you want it to be," Reaper told him

Error sighed and continued to shake his hand. "...So...what caused you to have haphephobia?" Reaper asked. "...I don't wanna talk about it," Error looked down. "Oh come on! Tell me!" Reaper smiled

Error sighed and thought about it for a little bit. "...No, be quiet," Error said. Reaper grumbled, "Please! I'll tell you one of my secrets!" Reaper grinned. Error glanced at him.

"...You first," Error said. Reaper looked over to him, "You promise to tell me your secret?" Reaper smiled. "Sure, whatever, tell me-" Error said, a bit curious.

There was nothing else to do, why not know?

"Well, ever since I saw you, I found you very interesting to look at!" Reaper smiled as a chuckled a bit. Error rose a brow before it falters. "...Are you calling me ugly?" Error huffed

Reaper froze up for him assuming that's what he was thinking

"No! I wasn't thinking that!" Reaper huffed. "Just looking at you, I just...notice the small details now," Reaper said.

"You're more different from every sans," Reaper pointed out. "Your bones are black instead of white, your eyes are different, everything about you is different...your unique!" Reaper finished.

"I for one like unique things!" Reaper smiled softly. Error stared at him. He couldn't help but blushed a little from his relaxed expression. How chill he is, and how comfortable he looks.

Error yearned for it a little. He couldn't understand if it was in his code or just his feelings. It couldn't be that, can it? This is just an overexaggerating of his feelings right?

"Tch- I'm not really that different, "Error huffed. "Well, I for one think you are! I can't help but admire every little detail about you," Reaper sighed, "Wish I could look at cha' closer, though I respect your wishes not to get too close," Reaper said

Error hummed a little as he looked to the side, fighting his yellow face, not like Reaper noticed really.

"Anywho! Tell me your secret now! Why don't you like to be touched?" Reaper said. Error glanced over to Reaper before looking down.

"...You can't hear them here, but...there are voices..." Error said. Reaper rose a brow, at first thinking Error was weird.

"I know it's gonna sound confusing, but I've been here so long...the quiet doesn't sound quiet to me anymore," Error said. Reaper tilted his head before giving him the looks of pity.

Reaper slowed his hand. Their hands standing at a still point. It was to where they were just holding hands. Error glanced at Reaper, looking at him weirdly for stopping.

"...Error," his voice....it was a soothing one, one that sung a lullaby. Error eyes widened in a bit of fright for sharing. He turned his head as he yanked his hand away. His arms soon hugged himself as Reaper watched

"I-...ignore it! You wouldn't understand, would you?" Error looked down before scooting away from him. Reaper hummed as he let his hand drop. "...Are you okay?" Reaper asked. Error jumped a little and turned to Reaper

Reaper had a soft caring smile on his face. It wasn't anything Error imagined. He imagined death would be a sorrowful being. A being only capable of a sad grimace, but his smile. His warm smile says otherwise.

It was incredible to look at. Even seducing to see in Error's eyes, and he couldn't understand why-

Why is it death the one that makes him feel this way? "...I'm fine!" Error turned his head to look away. Reaper knew that was a lie, but didn't question it. From his responses, he could already tell.

Error has been hurting from the start...