String Stitches

Finding The Right Project To Start

"oH, WhY DiD i BrinG thIS?" Error muttered to himself, pulling out some photos. He didn't owe many photos, he could count with less then ten fingers on how many he had with him. Not too many at all. Most had been given to him, photos taken without his knowledge. He didn't understand the point of them at all, but kept them because they were given to him by others that he considered his. Though, on one hand, it was nice to see their faces as he rarely had time to himself. "muST hAVe BEEn hiDiING in bEtwEEn tHE FabRiCS...."

Shears slowly calmed down, still brightly flushed and holding the doll tightly with the bar of chocolate not to far from where he sat. Seeing that Error was staring at something his hands, Shears tried to lean up to see it too. Error glanced down at Shears, snorting at seeing the shorter skeleton trying so hard to look at the photos. Shears was just so tiny compared to him, it made Error want to laugh. That, or, pick up the other and hold him up just to see his feet dangle and see the other's reaction. Pushing that thought back, Error handed over the photos so that Shears could see them. It wasn't like the smaller one would do anything to them or steal them for whatever reason.

Shears gently took the photos with his free hand, the other still holding tightly onto the Error doll. Looking over the photos, he had no idea what to feel.

The first photo had Error kneeling down in the middle of what looked like a endless what place, meaning that it must be the Anti-VOID. He stood tall, with a amused look and smirk on his face and holding a human child upside down by their ankle. With his other hand, he was using one finger to push on a smaller forehead and keep away another child that looked very much like the one hanging upside down. Both children were swinging around their fists, knives on the ground, and Shears could make out other children, all in different sizes and some different colored stripped sweaters, laughing in the background. It struck Shears that he was looking at a bunch of different Charas.

In the next photo, it seemed to be taken just at the right moment; With Error kicking down a door with a frustrated and annoyed expression on his face. Taking a closer look, Shears saw that Error was holding a skeleton in one arm, the skeleton had black tear marks going down his face and a sad expression as he pointed out to the other two Monsters in the photo. Behind Error, he could see another smaller skeleton peaking around Error with a glare, a big sword strapped to his back. In front of Error, and looked to be running away or trying anyway, was a skeleton with a hood up and jacket, knife in hand, and bloodied skeleton with a huge hole in his skull and axe over his shoulder.

The last photo was shot in what looked like a living room. Error, with his glasses on, was sitting on a couch and knitting something with his strings. A strange shorter skeleton that looked to be made of tar was dozing off, leaning on Error's arm as he worked. Error had on a neutral expression, relaxed as he worked and didn't seem to mind the other sleeping on him or the fact that he seemed close to falling onto him.

"Who...Who are these people Error?" Error blinked at the other's tone, but shrugged it off.

Pointing to the other with the Charas in it, Error started to explain. "thOSE aRE mosTLY ChaRAs WiTH soME fRIskS. tHEY aRE muCH liKE mE, TiED TO bAlanCE anD faTE. tHEy aRE thE conasquences TO thE FallEN hUMaN'S aCtIONS. iF thE huMAn kILL s anYONe, thEY TakE ovER tO tRY anD tEacH thE hUMAn a lESsON. IT NEvER usuaLLy WORkS, anD oTHErs blAME thEM lIKE thEY dO mE. SO, i TEacH thEM anD GIvE tHEM ThiNGs WHEn i CaN. tHIS hERe iS duRINg a lEssON thAT TuRnED INtO plAy TImE. ONE oF thE chaRAs sTOLE a CamERa AND tOOk thiS wiTHoUt mE KnoWinG." Error lightly smirked, fondness in his eyes as he looked to the photo. "i WoULdn'T WanT tHEM TO ENd UP liKE mE. DuSTtalE'S ChaRA hAS alREaDY FallEN TO inSaniTY. ThoUgH i StILL VisiT tHEm aS WeLL....thEY CalL mE DunClE ErRoR." Error chuckled, finding amusement in it. That he would be called such and that no one would really believe it...not Ink or the other skeletons at least.