Tangled Strings of an Error

Prologue: The Anti-Void and A Little Visit

"Error! Do you realize how scared we was while you were gone?!"

"Don't EVER leave us again for THAT long, Dunkle Error!"

"We were so worried about you, Mister Error!"

"Where have you BEEN?! We haven't seen you since 4 months!"

"You said you were going to visit us often!"

"gUyS!"

"I-I'm not worried! Y-Your just warm!"

"Dunkle Error, were you and Inky having problems again?"

"Can you promise us to come back after a few weeks?"

"GuYs!!"

"Are you okay?!"

"Did Inky hurt you?"

"Any new bruises? Any new broken ribs?"

"GUYS!!!"

They all jumped in surprise. They had just noticed that they were suffocating him with their concerns. They started apologizing for invading his personal space. Error sighed. "iT's oKay..." 

"Error Glitch Miscalculation!"

Error stood frozen. Those voices. He knew where they had come from and who's mouth that they have escaped from. He slowly looked back to see all the Toriels, giving him their sharp glares that sent shivers across Error's spine. When you see those glistening razor-sharp eyes, you will know that you are in deep trouble.

"Where have you been?!" They demanded in unison.

"i-I wAs JuSt D-dOinG mY jOB!!"

"Look at yourself!" UT! Toriel, who goes by the name... well, 'Toriel', demanded as she pointed her finger into the ground. "You should have been looking for us if you needed to heal!"

"s-SOrRy!"

"My child, come here. We are going to heal you!"

Error sighed once again and walked up to them ever so slowly. He is in trouble after all. And NOTHING... is more scarier than the sharp glares from your goat mom. He stopped in front of them, his head looking down. The Toriels knelt down and one of them gently hugged the fragile soul.

"My child, we are not mad..."

"wElL, yOu SoUnDed lIke YoU aRe..." Error muttered as he hugged back and letting their magic swirl around them. The other Toriels joined soon after.

"Ahahaha..."

After a few seconds, he was fully healed by the gentle hands of the Toriels. He feels so much better, but... Error doesn't get it. Sure, he was thankful for the Toriels to lend him a hand, but why do they have to heal him? He's a god. He can't die, no matter how strong the enemy is. He'll never die, no matter how much he wanted to. He's a god. A F̴̮̘̪̠̙̮͓̭̍̅͠ȯ̴͉̲̦̬̖̰̈́̿̏́̌̕r̷̢̧͓̮̼̝̭͆̓̇c̷͇͖̳͔̫̰̱̼̀̉e̸̩͗̕d̴̨̮͚̺͖̞͉͒̔̇̔͜͠ God. The God Of Destruction.

"I jUsT dOn'T gEt It..." Error whimpered in frustration

"What was that, child...?"

"...hEh, NoThInG."

"..."

The Toriels can feel it. Even the Charas and Bettys. They can feel it...

Error is getting choked by his own frustration.