Butterfly - Yellow [COMPLETE ✔]

Ticklish Butterflies

"Achoo!"

Error sat in his antivoid, a blue cover around his body as he shivered. It seems he was having a cold, sick day. Even with the warmest fluffiest blanket, he's made, he's still shivering as if he was sitting in the Arctic if only the antivoid were warmer.

Error cough a bit. Error wasn't even sure how he got sick. He doesn't even go anywhere often. He's sure that idiot squid probably gave him this flu. Error laid on the floor, sniffing back any phlegm that may try to escape his heart-nose.

And when he thought the day couldn't get any worse- it did.

Walking out from a portal was the protector of creation himself. "Hey, Error!" His voice cheerfully spoke. The skeleton stopped to look down at the cocoon of a blanket. "Go away!" Error's voice was groggy and rough. 

"Jeez! You don't sound too good ever since I visited Underfell!" Ink looked a bit appalled.

So it was that trash AU anomaly 14 lives. He'll be sure to almost kill every monster there. Perhaps even go as far as to commit genocide on the surface so the human can be shocked to see they're the last human to live in their town...

"I'm sick-" Error sniffed, "Leave me be!" Error coughed as he grumbled in annoyance. What a misfortune

"Oh! Weak immune system? Or is it allergies?" Ink guest. Ink was not helping. "Common cold? Flu? Fever?" Ink continued. "Shut up," Error stopped him. 

"Welp. How about I help you? I wanted some company anyway!" Ink smiled as he walked over, sitting in front of Error. "I hope you get so sick you're unable to move so I can destroy the pesty copies you have in the multiverse..." Error glared

"Well if you think about it, every AU is a copy of the original- so not sure how you're gonna do that in one day! Just killing everyone takes maybe a few hours! Probably 1 or 2 so...you might just get 12 AU's in one day" Ink shrugged

"Shut u- ah...Ah!" Error took a breath in before sneezing out. Ink took his paintbrush and painted a mask over his face. "You should cover your mouth..." Ink told him. "It's my area, so get out of it if you don't want to be sneezed on..." Error glared

"hmph- I should make you something, something to make you feel better! How about soup?" Ink smiled. "I don't want to eat paint again..." Error glared

"Silly! It won't be paint soup again! If it makes you feel better, I'll go get some soup...stuff from a different AU and cook it for you!" Ink giggled as he stood up. "Maybe I'll get you some medicine as well to help!" Ink opened a portal behind him.

"D-don't come back" Error coughed.

Ink ignored what he said...or either wasn't listening and left to go do as he wanted.

Error laid there for a bit. Finally peace and quiet.

...it was abruptly interrupted by a tickle in his rib cage. Not just a sick kind, as in something was touching him from within his ribcage. He shivered and glitched in a panic before quickly sitting up, lifting his sweater to see what was bothering him. A yellow butterfly sitting on one of his ribs.

"What the...-" He then flicked the butterfly from his ribs. The butterfly was disoriented as it flapped its small wings to set it straight. The sight around it was dizzy and spinning for a while till it got used to everything.

"...What's a butterfly doing here?" Error narrowed his eyes. How'd it even get here? Is this Ink's doing? No, Ink has no reason to just leave a butterfly here, and Error would have noticed if a butterfly had entered, nonetheless, came under his sweater.

No, this must be something else. Perhaps it has to do with his sickness?

Whatever it is, he's not a fan of it.

He summoned a blaster and quickly attempted to disintegrate them. After the bright light of the blaster had passed...more butterflies started appearing...

5 had appeared out of nowhere, this time in a multitude of colors, though the yellow one was still there. Seems this will last for a while.

Error was quite irritated by this. A swarm of butterflies only meant trouble and annoyance which doesn't help him get better, it just angers him more.

The mood became even more sour as Ink came back. Ink held a bowl, careful not to spill the content. The other had syrup medicine.

Ink bent down and placed the hot bowl down first. Ink then opened the medicine. "Here! Everything is ready!" Ink lifted his head as a butterfly landed on his nose. "Woah! Such a cute butterfly!" Ink smiled, his eyes crossed as he stared at it from the bridge of his nose.

The butterfly landed all over Ink. Ink giggled and smiled as Error watched. He felt something slightly. Something of a pit of irritability.

Error slowly sat up as he grabbed the medicine and started to chug the liquid. The scent burned through his phlegm allowing him to breathe. It soothed anything as he drank it, but the taste was bitter and hard to stand.

He soon stopped as he gagged. "You alright?" Ink asked before swatting the butterflies off, scooting over a bit. "I'm fine!" Error glared.

Ink then slowly pushed the soup close to him. "Blue made this in a second...and told me to tell you something, but I forgot." Ink mentioned.

Error assumed Blue meant him to get well.

"Right..." Error then took the soup in his hands, slowly drinking it from the edge. It was good, calming, and soothing to his body. His sleeves slid down his arms a bit.

Ink looked over at his dark-boned arms. Scratches, cracks...and memories. Ink pointed one out. "I remember that crack!" Ink smiled.

Error stopped and placed his bowl down. "What?" He asked. "Under your sleeve!" Ink said. Error reached his sleeve and lifted it. "Yeah! That one!" He pointed.

"I had slammed you into a wall and it fractured! Haha! I still remember the sound!" Ink smiled

"Wild West kind of AU...a whip? Really?" Error narrowed his eyes with a cringed look.

"It was the fun of the moment and a perfect theme!" Ink chuckled. "Sure it was..." He glared.

Even Ink can have fun when beating his ass? What a joke.

"You feeling better?" Ink asked. "Yeah, I was fine! I told you, now get out! My body I sore and I don't feel like hearing how annoying you are!" Error then covered himself completely with the blue blanket.

Ink scoffed a bit. Heh...right-" Ink looked down. He sat there for a second before he stood himself up. "...Guess I'll check on you later- Ink shrugged.

Ink them hopped and turned into ink liquid, into the remainder of the soup in the bowl, and teleported somewhere else. How rude.

Errors eyes soon grew heavy as he fell limber, heavy, and quiet.

Finally...sleep.