Error on shorts

no strings attached

Error looked around in the blinding white. He wanted everything to end. The pain and torture finally became too much.Together with the betrayal of his only friend.He had fought for many years trying to be free.But nothing worked and now he was tried.

Error looked up and finally came to a realization."If I can't move then I can't be forced. especially if she can't move me eighter,"So slowly he started on a project. made from stings black as his bones.So He worked day and night worrying the people who feared him as this had never happened prior. He admired his work with pride as the circle of a dream catcher stood tall and proud. With a radius of forty meters would it be hard for anyone to reach him.

He fastened himself to the middle with a small smile. The circle would never fall as long as one of the six strings that held it was stretched. Now he tried to struggle but all moving was futile. He was happy with the future he had fetched.Fate was angered by his try to be free and tried to rip him from it.But she quickly discovered that no matter what she did could she not rip him from his work.

Error Trapped in his strings was found by another deity."Who would be so cruel?" She asked."let me free you," She whispered to Error.But Error begged her to as his true face was unmasked.Error explain why he shouldn't be set free But the deity was so angered that she decided to harm another of her kind.

Fate came back bloody and bruised angry at her puppet.She wrapped him in poison and acid that looked like red strings.He didn't move scream or cry.Because of that did all the unbearable pain look like nothing more than a sting.Forced to kill and destroy Now forced to suffer for something he never wanted

Ink looked at the poem his paintbrush had decided to make out of literally nowhere. He had wondered what Error had been up to for the last month. He got Sci Classic Blue and Fell and they went into the anti void. The first thing they saw was the gigantic dreamcatcher with Error in the middle. Ink was stunned and looked at his poem."What the hell?" He asked as he read the second vers then looked up then read it again. The others were equally stunned. Ink the read the poem out loud for them."My Paintbrush made this without me being near it," Ink said. They looked at him."Ink, make something so we can get up there," Classic said. Ink made Mario clouds and they floated up to Error. They saw his body stuck and unmoving he was tightly wrapped in Red strings. Red touched them and screamed in pain as his hand instantly melted off. Ink painted Red's hand back. Error looked dead but they knew he wasn't. His eyes were sewn shut same with his mouth. Sci ripped of his jacket to find that the strings were cutting deeply into his rips and soul. Ink made a pair of scissors and cut the strings around his head and neck. His head falls limp and he is unmoving. Ink cuts the rest of his body free. He falls on another cloud. Ink makes a bucket of water to clean the rest of the acid off."Ink we are taking him back. I don't care about your opinion here," Classic said. Error was laying limply but something happened. Something that shocked all. Two large and feathery wings grew from his back. He laid there motionless until he curled up on himself with his new wings. They just looked at him. Ink cut the strings keeping his eyes and mouth shut. Error opened his eyes softly but it was clear he was blind. Classic gently touched him and there was no response. Error was picked up he did nothing to move or get away from them. Almost none of his senses worked to any degree. He could taste and feel the temperature around him but nothing more. Classic held him and Error weakly grabbed his jacket. Classic carries him back to the base. They walked in and people gasped in shock when they see Error with angel wings and being carried by Classic. Error is placed on a chair. He was slowly forced to let go of Classic. Classic looked down at himself and he looked like someone who just took a blood bath."Error needs a bath soon and so do I," Classic stated. Ink nodded."Sci and Red Can you do it? I have to explain everything to the countcil and dream," Ink said. He could only imagine how his pregnant lover would reach."Good luck," Sci said and left with Error. Error didn't feel anything. He didn't understand why he didn't feel. To him existing felt like floating. He couldn't feel the pressure of the ground underneath him. Not the pressure of clothing. Only the warmth in the shape of hands and arms carrying him. He believed it was arms. He couldn't feel the pressure of them so he really didn't know. Suddenly hew as submerged in warmth. his entire body but his head was submerged. He moved a little and found it a bit harder to move than before. Now his head was submerged. Error found it comforting a disgusting taste hit his tastebuds. He closed his mouth which he hadn't realized he had opened.He felt the warmth being taken away the return then removed again."Okay now the Water is no longer turning red," Sci said and took a sponge covered in soap and cleaned his bones. Error was calm. They had quickly found out that he couldn't hear them. They also didn't get any response from touching him. So communication was hard. Suddenly the doors were busted open and a pissed Dream was dragging Ink along."can he move?" Dream asked angrily."Yes, but he can't Feel hear soo or smell. I don't know about taste thoe," Sci said. Dream looked at Error."He is feeling peaceful so I guess he is fine," Dream was still clearly pissed."By the way what happened?" Red asked."Ink told me what had happened after he told the council. That and he left without telling me about shit or the poem," Dream glared daggers at his husband."Look, I'm sorry. you know I have basically no brain," Ink said. dream looked at him disappointed."We are skeletons none of us have brains," Dream snapped. Sci could laugh. Classic walked in now clean. He had a tray filled with different kinds of food. Error was soon clean and in clean clothing that had space for his wings. Classic started to feed him a full meal that stayed down surprisingly. Everything was calm as Error was calm and corporative. He got his own room and people were sent into the Antivoid daily to try and find clues on Error's life.