String Stitches

Finding The Right Project To Start

Then, Error pointed to the next photo, the one where he was seen kicking down a door. "ThiS onE hERE iS whEN i VisiTED niGhtmaRE'S GanG. THEy aRE maDE uP oF ThE 'DaRK' SanSEs. niGHTmaRE toOK iT unkNOW TO mE At tHE tIME." Error snorted in dark amusement at this. "SlayER - tHE killER!SaNS i AM holDING - hAD camE TO ME nEaRlT CrYInG WHeN i WaS viSiTIng fOR a FEW daYS wiTh CroSS riGHt bEhiND hIM - tHE onE bEHiND mE iS cRoSS." Error pointed to the skeletons he was talking about, a smirk on his face. "hoRRoR - HoRRoRTalE!SanS, tHE oNE wiTH tHE axE - AnD DusT - ThE onE wiTH tHE KNiFE, DusTtalE!SanS - hAD bEEn TeaSiNG SlayER aND ToOK hiS kniFE FrOM hIM, REfusING tO GIvE iT bACk." The darker skeleton frowned lightly at this, looking like a aggravated parent for all the world to see. "SO i buSTEd IN tO tHE rOOm tHEY hAD bolTEd TO kEEp SlayER anD cRosS ouT, kiCKinG iT doWN. tHE roOM TuRNEd ouT TO bE niGHtmaRE'S oFFicE. hE hAd TakEN pICTUREs bEcauSE hE SaiD hE WaNTEd TO SEE thEIR FacES aS thEY goT scolDED foREvER. AnyWaY, AfTER gETTinG thE knIFE bACk, i sENt thEM TO TheIR RoOMS FoR thE resT oF thE niGht. ThE nExT moRninG WE haD a lONG TaLK tHE ENdED wiTH slaYER foRGiVING thEM." Error huffed, fondness in his eyes betraying him. "tHEY aRE suCH a hANDfULL WhEN i SeE oR visT thEM aLL."

"You...sent them to their rooms?" A smile was working it's way up Shears's face, even if his eyes were torn in a way Error couldn't understand. "And they listened?"

"oF couRsE thEY DID." Error brows frowned in confusion, not understanding why they wouldn't listen to him. "SuRE, tHEy grumBlED AboUT iT anD TRiEd tO TalK thEIR WaY ouT oF iT, bUt i woULDn'T lEt thEM."

Now Shears was laughing, confliction gone completely gone as if it was never there.

Looking Shears up and down, Error just went on after a moment. He'll never understand others, that much he is for sure of.

Pointing to the last picture, the one where he was sitting and knitting with a dozing Nightmare next to him. "thIS hERe iS niGHtmARE. hE'S bEEN trYinG tO TakE ovER thE mulTIvERsE For a WhilE nOW. hE kEEPs aSkiNg mE tO joIN EvEN afTEr i TolD hiM "nO" ToO manY timEs tO COunT." Error snickered at Shears's shocked face. "iF yOU caN'T tELL, hE'S alWaYS buSy wiTH somEthING. HE hAD bEEn siTTIng nExT TO mE DOinG SomE paPERWoRK whILE I kniTTeD. EvenTuaLLY, HE sTaRTed TO SleEp. I DiDn'T moVe IN FeaR oF wakING hIm uP. oThEr monStERs aRE noT liKE mE, AS i DO noT nEEd slEEP. i thINk SLayER waS thE onE tO TakE thiS phOto..."

'It sounds like...' Shears couldn't help himself now. "Error?" Error blinked, looking down at Shears in question. "Are these your friends?"

"FriENDS?" Error titled his head with a frown, thinking on it. Friends sounded...wrong to him. "thEY'RE mINE...bUT nOt mY friENDS." Error shook his head, looking frustrated. "yOU aRE mY FriEND. mY oNLY OnE. yOU aRE onE oF mINE, jUST aS thEY aRE..." The Destroyer missed how shocked and flustered Shears looked at this information as he tried to put what he was feeling into words. "bUT iT's DiFFeREnt...i CaN'T pUT iT iNTo WORdS." Error grumbled, rubbing his tear marks as he tried to explain.

"Ffuffu..." 

Error blinked, coming out of his thoughts as he turned his head to the sound. He was greeted with Shears trying to hide his face, which was now pink, and giggling quietly. "ShEaRS?"

"Ffuffuff~" Shears giggled, lifting his hand and lightly patting Error's arm. Making said skeleton twitch and look at said hand like he has never seen it before. Although, while looking at the hand, Error just noticed the stitching on him. It was like he was a doll that had been stitched together. "My sweet, dear Error! How you flatter me so!" Shaking off the giggles, Shears smiled gently and sounded so in awe as he went on. "You are my only friend as well."