A Mistake's Beginning [Moved to AO3]

Prologue: A Crocheting Skeleton

Credited to Harrish6, who's account is found on ao3, FanFiction. Net, And Wattpad. I do not know if they are on quotev, but I've found them on those platforms.

Although They basically discontinued their stories as they haven't updated their stories in a long time, but everyone credits them for the inspiration of creating the forced god part of the undertale fandom.

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A pair of black palmed red phalanges with yellow-tipped fingertips hold two sticks, no.. not sticks, crochet needles!

The hands expertly move as if they've done this for hundreds of years, they were fast and nimble as they weaved a sweater. So fast and nimble that by the time the hour was done a sleeve and half of the torso for the sweater was finished.

Although the skeleton was fast they seemed to be glitching, like they weren't supposed to be here, pixlexia.

He stopped, his pretty yellow and blue eye lights looking at basically nothing. He must have heard something, he seemed out of it, it was as if he was listening to someone.

Looking at him, he has a very distinctive body, the skeleton was black instead of white, and his teeth were yellow. His eye sockets were a musty dark red instead of the usual shade of black, and down from his eyes to the bottom of his jaw were bright blue lines, as if he was crying.

He wore a black trenchcoat that lined the collar of the jacket with yellow along with his pockets, he has a long blue scarf and a red sweater underneath his jacket. The sleeves of his jacket were torn and had been sewn together many times, it had faded to blue as he had to resew part of his jacket sometimes. His pants were also lopsided as it wasn't symmetrically made, it has a fade of blue and it's also been resewn many times as well.

If you were to look closely you would see that he had many scars. Not the old ones that can't be healed, but the old ones that are continuously being repeated causing him to never heal in time. His skull is thick with head wounds, so tiny that you can't even see it anymore, the black of his skull also helped in hiding it.

And if you saw underneath his trench coat and scarf, you would see more wounds. He was a very scarred skeleton.

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Hello, my fellow Fgod readers. it's been a long while since I wrote something, but during my writing of some original content I began to renotice the undertale Fandom.

another funny thing is that I learned about Fgod Error by reading Harrish6's books.

anyways I was planning on publishing this when I was finished writing this, which was supposed to be a one-shot, but things change. I'm now planning on continue writing this, but I'll be posting this on chapter format, and I have about 17 chapters ready, only the prologue is this short.

every chapter will be 800-1000 words on average, which, on an 11 font on a google document, is three pages.

Published 09/22/20
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