All wrapped up (Error!Sans X Reader) [In Progress]

A change of perspective

Error's POV
I release my puppets shoulder, her smile seems to grow as #11 introduces himself and the area. I can't help but growl under my breath. #11, taking note of this, frowns and goes silent. The puppet, she notices this, a small glance up, she notices my growl before frowning a bit with a furrowed brow.

Oops. Of course, my intentions aren't to hurt her, but I'll do what I must to help her learn that this world is cruel. She hasn't shown an sign of resistance. I already know though. She wants to leave. I've been keeping a keen eye out, for her. She's been looking forward to her job for years. The puppet thinks I'm terrible for taking her. But I've lived this timeline before. If I hadn't taken her tonight, her f/c soul, would be taken, by him. I frown at the thought of it, the puppet winces rubbing her head. I will admit, I took her roughly.

I hesitate to question her well being. I, blush. Great. My voice wavers as I speak with my usual glitched tone. "уσυ σкαу?" Before I'm even able to put a hand out to help she glares at me and raises a brow. "Why do you care?" I don't blame her for snapping at me. She doesn't seem, favored to my behavior. That doesn't mean I can just let her go. I've been, waiting for this moment. I sigh behind my breath.

#11 glances at me, noticing the blush. But that didn't stop him from wearing his. I won't lie. It pisses me off.

Your POV
Why did he bother asking if I was okay?! Of course I'm not okay, my head is pounding and my heart is racing. I'm so close to socking him in his black skull. I step away before beginning to walk a bit. I notice a small hesitant stare from Error. I disregard it and walk away.

His personality isn't the most open one. He's a bit cruel. But why was he blushing? I'm beyond confused as I put more distance between me and Error. I shut my eyes as my head fills with hateful thoughts. That's when it hits me. How did I catch that string? I can't even catch a baseball coming at five miles per hour. Its weird. My thoughts are incomplete before I run into a line of strings. Resting on one of the red strings is a monster. Another skeleton. He glances down at me playing with an orange soul. This pisses me off. But I don't have anything to say. He leans off the string, and falls ahead of me. In a blink my body is constrained. He grins at me excitedly. "My my.~ Looks like we have a little fallen angel.~" His voice is deep, very, calming. Not that I was calm. My arms were in pain. The strings choke my body tight. My arms are pierced as a hit of blood seeps from behind the strings. I can't help but wince at this point. He smirks, pain. Something monsters seem to enjoy to watch.