Եհҽ աíӀԵҽժ ցӀíԵϲհҽՏ {Old}

Chp. 5 Broken Fragments

The clock is ticking.
The clock chimes as it awaits to
See, the story of time unfold.

The story that it has waited for, oh so long to hear.
The Prince of Death awoke from his slumber, now free
From a home that came down under.

Searching through the vast worlds,
To find the love he has lost.

It's a race against time,
Before ERROR
Loses himself,

At yet another lost...

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         "Error? You doin' alright there pal?" Classic asked concerned as he snapped his glitchy friend out of his trance-like state. He looked up in blatant confusion as he tried to figure out where he was at once again. Ah, Grillby's. Error finally processed the question as he gave a weak smile as he shook his head. "Hm? Oh, uh Y-yeah, I'm fine..." Error mumbled as Classic raised his brow(?). Error noticed and let out a groan of annoyance.

"Ughhh... Okay, maybe I'm  a bit out of it today. Sorry, just– just had a lot on my mind lately..." Classic sighed as he grabbed another ketchup bottle from Grillby's flame engulfed hand as no one even seemed to be questioning how the bottle itself caught fire. "Care to share?" Error looked down at his glass of chocolate milk, unresponsive. "C'mon, pal... Atleast talk to someone! Ya don't have to tell me much, just- try to get atleast something outta ya chest..." Classic said softly as he patted error's back for reassurance.

Error understood why Classic is trying to push him to talk, not saying anything or just trying to bottle it isn't healthy or good for anyone. Error sighed in defeat as he looked up at Classic with tired eyelights. "Alright..." Classic perked up upon hearing that, ever since the truce happened, Classic wanted to give error a proper sorry. He didn't care if error said it was fine, he needed to repay his debt to the Destroyer for protecting them all this time even after all the horrid things they've done to him.

So, as a result, Classic will do anything to help their caring saviour. Classic braced himself to try and help with what's going on in error's head. "Have you... Ever had recurring... Dreams...?

YÒ̵̸̢̀̕͜͠Ų̴̡̡̨̡́̀̀͢͜͠͞͝M̡̨̧̛̛͘͘͘͞͡͡͝͡O̷̶N̶͢͟͠͠͞͡SŢĘ̷̴̴̷̕͠R̷̴̸̡̛̛̀́̕͢͠͡͞͠͡–̸̛͢!̵̡̡̡̢͘͝͝҉̡̕͜͢͜͝͝͝͝

Visions...?—

W̕͏̷̴̵̢̡́͘͜͢͞H͜Y̛͘̕͢͝ ̸̨̛̛͜͝͝͠͞S̸̕͢?̨̧̢̛͜͢͠!̧̢͘͢͜͏̡͢͢͞͞͝. T̵̶̵̨́́̕͘̕̕͟͢͢͜͝EL̀͝Ļ̶̴̷̡̕ ̵̧̀̀͞ Ú̷̷̸̷̴̧̀̀̕͘͘͜͟͜͜͝͠S̶̷̸̸̨̡̧̛̕͘͟͟͡͠-̶̸̢̧̡̛̕͜͞͏̢́̕͟͠!̵̷̸̢̨̛̛̕͢͟͢͠͝͡͞ ̢͜͞͝҉͞͏̵̶̡̢́͢͞Ẃ̡̧̧̕͜͜͠Ḩ̴̢̀̀͜͞Y̵̴̡̨̢̡͞?!̶̶̶̢̛́͡͞͏̷͏̷̕͘͢͏͜͢?͞!̴̢̧̨̨͞͞

Maybe even... Hallucinations...?"

E̕Ŗ̴̨̀̀͘̕͢ŔOR̷̷̢̀̀͢͞͡͏̨̕͝͡

"Recurring Dreams? Visions? Hallucinations? Which one?" Classic asked with grimm eyelights, he knew a thing or two about those kind of things, just watching the kid kill his brother the first time gave him more than the usual Dreams to- the what error was talking about. Error chuckled weakly as he gave out a sad smile. "Yeah, I'm- not exactly sure..." Before Classic tried to say anything else, error stood up as he laid a few G's as he waved Classic off. "Eh, enough about that... G'night Sans. I have to go check on the Charas, see ya!" Classic sighed a he massaged the arch of his nose in disappointment. Guess he couldn't help after all...

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Error looked around the empty, dark world as he saw sights and sounds he's sworn to never have seen before. Suddenly he appeared to be in a grand hall of a temple which is color themed marble white and rose gold with pillars that were intertwined with bright green vines with flowers that added to it's grace. Figures sauntering back and forth between the halls were beings that each stood out like sore thumb.

A certain figure caught Error's eyes, it was the only skeleton there in fact, they were leaning on a tree trunk afar from the bustling beings that were busied with work and such. Error heard it hum a small melody as they made simple white flower crowns as he mumbled something to the animals that crowd round them with gleeful expressions.

The skeleton smiled back as the world around Error seemed to turn black as he was once again in that dark space of where he first appeared. He looked around as he finally spotted the same skeleton in that darkened world with him. He walked up to them cautiously as he kneeled down lending a hand to them.

To error's surprise, he saw turquoise glowing eyelights coming from the hood of their robe as they looked at him with a desperate expression. "Wh- who you...? No goes to the void! How- you still alive...? m I speak good? Understand...?" Error nodded as it felt so surreal, the void? Was the one thing that hit error home, no the Antivoid is pure insane white... the void... is pitch black, how was this skeleton here still alive and, not dust nor Suffering?

"Mm... wish I up..." Error looked at them in question. "Hmm? Wht do you mean...?" They raised their skeletal fingers up, actually showing very small glimpses of Outertale's stars as it confirmed that this indeed was the void. "Wish. Go... up! Pretty lights..." They looked at error with pleadings. "Help...?" Error nodded subconsciously as memories whizzed past him.

The words those in the other worlds would call him when he destroys them, doubt was shown in his eyelights as he was the former Destroyer! How can he help? The world seemed to fade along with the skeleton as Error woke up. With the remembrance of the skeleton's pleads...

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Hope you liked it!

Now the text in italic was just one of the 'recurring dreams/visions/hallucinations' he's had and is still fighting his doubt in who he once was to saving the skeleton.

Oki, last chapter's picture, the skeleboi in da middle was Tk!