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Error stayed where he hid, camouflaged by his strings amongst the foliage surrounding him. His phalanges danced smoothly across the codes as he manipulated his strings to sow discord among the copies. His strings forcefully turned a few copies into living marionettes for him to control. These few copies were his actors to direct as a distraction to the others.
The play commenced as the conductor, Error, orchestrated a symphony of words and actions with every pluck, tug, wave, and twirl, catching the ire of the other copies. He manipulated their actions and words like an executioner's blade, swift with deadly precision, making the other copies think their mass paralysis was their doing.
"Tsk! You're all more trouble than what you're fucking worth. I can't believe that all of you numbskulls can't tell the difference between a mother fucking soulless storyteller and some hobo just trying to do their frickin' job.
Ya'll are just a bunch of hopeless, stubborn, and blind boneheads who think you're some bigshot mantises cornering a helpless cicada, but you don't even notice the fuckin oriole leading ya by the nose." Underfell Sans copy 854 said with a disgusted grimace as he dug his heel into another Sans' ribcage. Internally, though, he's screaming his non-existent lungs out trying to regain control over his own body.