Error and his Outcode (Error X Reader)

A Best Friend

Your POV

You listened to Nightmare read. He said you could, so long as you didn't interupt. But you had a question. The story talked alot about friends, but.. what was a friend? You tried to listen carefully to figure it out. A friend was.. someone you spent time with. They helped you out and you helped them out. They seemed to genuinely like your company. If that was the case then was Horror and Killer your friends? Was Nightmare a friend? Was.. master.. a friend? Then you heard a new term. Best friend. They seemed even closer than friends. They kept your secrets and you kept theirs. They got in trouble with you or bailed you out of trouble. You decided that master was your best friend. Dust was.. something. He didn't really like you so you didn't know what category he fell into.

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Eventually you and master returned to the Anti-Void. He sighed, sat down and started knitting. "w-ith you le-earn-ning self-defe-nse, you c-ca-an joi-oin us on j-jo-obs soo-o-on."
"Job?" You asked. "y-ye-es. y-ou wi-l-l he-lp me b-by k-e-eping oth-ther-s o-ff me whi-ile i de-estr-roy the wor-rld co-de."
"Is that what.. best friends do?" He furrowed his brows in confusion. "w-wha..?"
"Well.. your my best friend.. so is that what I do.. as your best friend?" Error glitched out and crashed. Was it something you said? "Master..?" You asked when he rebooted. "i a-m n-n-n-not your-r bes-s-t fri-end!" He snapped and you flinched back. "y-you s-ser-reve me! y-y-you wi-i-i-ill do it-t as m-m-my ser-er-ervan-t-t!" Then he teleported off.

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You couldn't understand. Had you hurt him? Always hurting him.. Ah! The voice again! "Hello..?" He's always hurting. Must make it up to him. Must make him remember. "Make him remember what?" You asked. Memories you couldn't quite understand blurred through your mind. "Ah! Stop! Stop! I don't understand!" You will. Protect him. Protect Sans. "Why..?" Dangerous. Needs us. Dangerous? "He's mad.. I made him mad." Not at you. He doesn't understand either. Doesn't want to understand. Doesn't want to remember. "But.. you want him to remember." He must remember. Remember us. "We're you his servant too?" No. "Who are you?" I am you. That was even more confusing. "You are me? I don't understand." You will. It repeated.

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The voice went quiet after that, leaving you alone to the whiteness. You got bored quickly. You needed something to do. You couldn't practice though. You couldn't eat. Master didn't leave any of his supply around so you couldn't stitch, or knitt, or sew. Not that you knew how to. You had a feeling that you knew more than you thought. It was just.. hidden somewhere, locked away. You looked at the code that made up your form. The little glitched ones and zeros. What was the purpose of the code? Was it all you were made off? Or did it have another purpose? Was master made of code too? Or was it just a part of his magic? Sometimes you felt more alive then you actually were. Sometimes you felt like you had a soul, too. But it was surely just your imagination. "Do I have an imagination?"

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Eventually master returned again, but you were asleep. He paused. "n-no wa-y.." He poked you with a knitting needle. You shifted in your sleep. "i-if y-you-re t-to-oy-ing w-i-th me, y-ou bet-ter st-t-top." You weren't. You were truly, utterly, asleep. And he found it cute, though he was truly, utterly, denying it. "g-gli-itch." Nope. Still sleeping. He sighed. Screw it. He relaxed onto the floor with you. "j-e-e-e-e-z i-m bo-or-or-red." He tried to sleep himself, in hopes of passing time.

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When you woke up, master was asleep. He was out maybe three feet away from you. Was he still mad? You crawled over to him, he looked peaceful. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You didn't know what that meant, but you didn't want to wake him and ask. You sat criss-cross in front of him and picked his head up to rest on your lap. A few errors popped up, but otherwise he was fine. "Good night master.. sweet dreams.." Good night Sans..