♡Fangirl♡ (Error x Reader)

Facing your Fears

Haphephobia.

A condition in which one is afraid of being touched.

This was a rare phobia, as a majority off the population isn't even aware of the existence of this fear, and most will live their whole lives without meeting someone with such a condition.

Now, there is a difference between having Haphephobia and feeling a sense of aversion towards touching people, which is what some don't understand. A person with an aversion to touch wouldn't enjoy handshakes or hugs, but would be able to tolerate it to a certain extent. A person with Haphephobia would most likely have an anxiety attack, should someone shake their hand or hug them.

The difference between an aversion and a phobia is the extent of which your fear affects you. People with phobias tend to have physical reactions, which vary from person to person, though some examples may include freezing, hyperventilating, heart palpitations, panic attacks, or even fainting. It tends to severely affect their everyday lives. People with aversions don't commonly have such strong reactions, and instead might complain internally as to why that irritating kid on the bus keeps poking your arm, and would probably just move to a further seat.

Now, with this in mind, we are able to identify the fact that our destroyer did not have an aversion to touch, but instead, a phobia.

At the moment, the glitched skeleton lay in a hammock of string, set up  in the corner of the living room on the opposite side of the television, flicking through the channels. The string had somehow managed to latch onto the flat surface of the wall, despite that seeming rather impossible.

The male sighed as he searched, as he had been looking for about 5 minutes so far, which was quite a long time to do something that should take 10 seconds, at the maximum. Unfortunately, it seemed that the only channels currently broadcasting their programs were news outlets.

Geez, why does everyone want to hear about the latest medical information?

Error huffed, before giving up and throwing the remote down at the couch, where it would hit you upside the head. You winced, rubbing your face lightly, as having a blunt object thrown at you wasn't a pleasant experience.

"FiNd sOmEThiNg." He demanded.

You pout, but comply nonetheless, proceeding to flip through the channels under the watch of the skeleton.

Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"Geez, you could've just asked, ya didn't need to throw it at me." You complained, scanning over the rapidly passing channels in search of something for him to watch.

Error smirked, his string immediately darting out of his fingertips and at the fridge, yanking the door open and grabbing a bar of chocolate, before slamming the door shut and bringing it to the hands of the chocoholic.

"BuT tHaT wOULDn'T hAVe BeEn aS fuN."

. . .

Nevermind, he didn't wake up on the wrong side of the bed, he must have woken up on the floor.

You shake your head at his words, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response, continuing your hunt for something entertaining to watch. This was a surprisingly difficult task, as none of the programs seem to catch his eye, aside from soap operas of course. But those wouldn't be on 'till half past noon, and it was still early in the morning.

You pause, realizing that you had browsed through all 1,761 TV channels that the u.s had to offer, flicking the remote's off button, before placing it on the coffee table.