In this world there is jealousy and hatred as well as the search for power. I, Error have never been good, at least I don't remember so. I am just the selfish killer I am and I won't stop until I get revenge on the person I hate most.
There is also...
Where do you think you are going. You have been destroying for so long It's hard to believe you are alive and well.
"Let go of my jacket!" If he touches me I am dead! I don't want to die.
"No." He says before accompanying the silence to the room he dragged me to by my fricking jacket.
Not gonna lie I was phissed, but I am glad he shut his ding dang trap.
"Here we are. Get in." He says throwing me in and standing in front of the door as if to trap me inside.
If I am immortal and can come back if I do die, can he still kill me? Should I even be afraid? I shouldn't risk it. Not yet at least.
I walk down the long hallway. There was blue flower's spiraling around pillars and over the ceiling intertwining into a fantastical pattern I could only imagine in my dreams. That was if I could control them to see better ones then the trash I get. At the end of the hall there was a big blue door.
Where could this possibly lead?
Curious I open the door to a garden larger than life itself.
The hallway behind me begins to decay as Reaper comes closer.
"If I kill you, I can get her back right?" He asks his hood hiding his face, I couldn't tell what he meant by that.
"If I rip you to shreds and pull every part of your being I can exchange your soul for hers and she will come back?" He asks. "Answer me!"
"I don't know what you are talking about." I tell him reflecting his dark tone back to him. "But I am not liking where you are taking this."
"No answer I really expected better from you." He says chuckling. "If she was back she could save them."
He ran up to me and swung his scythe. I got hit. (meme plays over and over in my head.)
Then I died.
Then I wake up fighting. I didn't move from this space or dust. What is happening to me? At least I am still alive.
However, I can't see the battle anymore. Am I in a memory?
... A face. Many faces. Just like mine. Where am I? Someone who looks like me points to a room of weapons relating to a soul type that is fully colored like mine. Pink has a special blaster. It seems it has purple smudged on it. Orange was a whip with lightning instead of leather. Yellow was a spear made of bright white light. Green also seems to have purple on it, however green seems to be the source, the weapon was two metal fans that were bright green and light wisteria print on what looked like black platinum. Light blue has a moon staff with a orb. Blue was silver strings and ... Blue was the last and most confusing one. Red was empty. Red must be where I fit in here. I walk up to the empty case and red case took my soul.
"I wasn't expecting you so soon. You shouldn't give up. You will be strong. Don't give up. Please." The blue monster soul said. "Hey take us with you!" The orange one yells. "Shut it orange, we must let them through."
I fainted and wake up in the corridor. "No. Please don't, Effie. I can't take it anymore!" I cry.
Then I die in the dream.
I am once again falling through dark blue water. Something black rests at the bottom. The shadow reaches up for the button. "Who are you?" I ask. The shadow's hand stops near my head. "You have been alive for eons. But you have not aged. Are you proud of what you have done? Would you risk it again just for them?" They ask. Memories flood back to me once more but this time they a flash in such a blur the garden dream is different. I see me? I am picking flowers this was a cavern with shimmering blue flowers with red leaves. "How is the flower breeding project going?" Someone I can't see asks. "It is doing well." I answer shortly. The other chuckles softly. "You are making it really hard to work Mr. 404. The bamboo flowers have no other purpose other than being beautiful and delicious." When did this moment happen? How could I forget this one. Or did it ever even happen? How many years mentally is my physical body?
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Since when did we start drifting apart? Why'd he kill me and leave me with such regret? I can't even stop myself from thinking about how happy I was that someone cared about me when I came home. Nevermind, that I am a horrible child, one doesn't commit murder for just committing it. Was he planning to kill me this whole time? Mr. 404 leaves and the old self is left with me. "You want to know something Error." They seem to say to me. 'Huh?' "It's not you. It's him, you can't just force yourself to become something you are not. You can't kill no matter how much you may destroy Ink was right. All I did was make things worse." What do I mean? Another memory passes of Ink and I talking about me destroying. "If you kill something in the Multiverse and your actions and choices directly affect the multiverse around you..." Ink starts. "Get to the point I have no time for chit chat Ink, I am a very busy skeleton." "Doesn't that mean you create several multiverses creating an omniverse? Also wouldn't you make more versions just by you making a simple choice and what paths you could've taken?" Ink asks. "Ahhhhhh! Get away from me!" "Don't worry it's just a theory. A quantum phsy theory. How about you stay over there and I won't kill you." He says backing up as I began to glitch with anger. "Shut up!" I scream running towards him to try to kill him. He pulls out his large brush and charges towards me.
Going the opposite direction. I speed walk away from him then break into a run as he gains speed.
He zooms infront of me all I hear in my mind is, "Omai wa mou, shindeiru." Is he whispering that that jerk! Oop. He slams me with his brush and with a sound of the crack of a baseball on the bat. I was sent flying through outer space. Why does he only do this to me?
