Error and his Outcode (Error X Reader)

A Different Servant

3rd POV

Error was bored. The boys were driving him insane so he took his chances back in the Anti-Void. He watched Undernovela, he stole chocolate from Underfell, he made his dolls, but there was no one to talk to. His last Outcode was killed by Dust for looking even remotely like his brother, Error had to make a new one. So he did.

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Your POV

You blinked slightly glitched [E/C] eyes as you saw for the first time. It was nothing exciting, just white everywhere. Until you saw him. Seeing him revealed your first feeling in a long time. Wonder. He had black bone and multicolored eyes. Blue streaked down his face. His jacket was black, sweater red, and shorts black with blue stripes. "sp-pea-eak g-gli-itch." You blinked again, tilting your head. That sound came from him and you found it fascinating. You wanted to try yourself. "S-say w-what?" He rose a bonebrow. "wh-ha-at ev-beep-er you w-wan-t. st-ar-rt a con-nversat-tion. i-m bor-ed."
"W-what are y-you?" He looked a tad taken aback. Were you not supposed to ask? "i-i am yo-our cre-eat-or." It took you a moment to process this. You were just made after all. "So.. you m-made m-me?" He leaned forward, examining you. "y-es."
"Why?" Words were starting to come easier now. "to se-rve me. yo-u a-r-e m-my-y-y ser-erv-vant. an-nd n-o-o-ow you a-are k-eeeeeping me com-mpany." You shrugged. "Ok. What do you want to do then, master?"

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You kept your master company, but he had to go. Said he had a universe to destroy and you weren't ready to go with yet. You took the time to examine yourself. You had [H/L] [H/C] hair and glowing, glitching, [S/C] skin, a [S/F/C] sweater with two [F/C] stripes. You had [F/S] leggings and boots to match. Upon closer inspection, you seemed to be made out of literal code. Tiny ones and zeros patterning your skin and hair. Much of it glitched out on occasion though. After that, you tried to find things to do yourself. There were dolls hanging from the ceiling. Souls. Lots and lots of blue strings. "No wonder he was bored. There's next to nothing to do here." Sans. You jumped. Must find Sans. Who was Sans? What was talking to you? "Sans..?"
"w-wha-at?" You looked over to see your master. "Oh your back!" You are filled with excitement. "ne-ever ca-ll me b-by th-tha-t na-me. if you mu-us-st c-all me som-eth-ing, call me ma-as-st-te-er or err-r-r-r-or." You tilted your head. "Error?"
"ne-ver mi-nd. don-t ca-all me th-at-t eit-ther. ju-ust mas-ster."
"Oh. Ok, master. Sorry." A couple of errors popped up on him. "wh-at are y-ou app-p-polo-gizi-ing fo-r?"
"Making you uncomfortable." You replied. He rolled his eyelights and opened a window to watch his show.

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You watched Err- master make a doll. It was a doll of you, because he was bored. So you tried to stay as still as possible. You didn't want to speak and break his concentration either. He stitched, humming a quiet tune. It sounded oddly familiar. "W-..." You wanted to ask what the tune was. You shut yourself up. "you h-ha-ve a qu-uest-ion?" Master asked, not looking up. Crap. "What is the tune?"
"m-meglo-ovan-nia."
"Meglovania?" He nodded. "It's.. a fight song?" Now he looked up. "y-es. h-ow did-d you kn-now?" You shrugged. "I.. don't know.." You didn't. It confused you deeply. Master hummed. "y-ou are s-stra-ange for an o-out-tco-ode. y-ou a-are diff-feren-nt." He commented. "h-hop-eful-ly you w-won-t be a pr-rob-blem in the f-fut-ure." You hoped so too.