Unintended Error (FGOD Error)

The 'Emptiness' 2

No one P.O.V

Conserve woke up curled in a ball. As he looked around, the memories of the day (hours, weeks, months, years, seconds, minutes?)before hit him like a waterfall. Conserve almost felt like crying all over again. He was either going mad, or the ones he once loved absolutely hated him. Either answer was bad.

"Do you know what I find funny, 'dear brother'" Reserve asked Conserve bitterly.

"W-what?" 

"It's the fact that my name means to be SAVED for further purposes, and yet you've let me waste away." Reserve told him harshly. All Conserve could do was put his head back on his knees and try to ignore him.

"It's also HILARIOUS that YOUR name means to PROTECT others from destruction, yet you couldn't even save your own brother. Don't you find that funny, 'brother'" By this time, Conserve was full on sobbing again. He didn't know how much longer he could take this guilt.

"Tch...How pathetic." Reserve said before going silent once more. 

~A Few "Hours" Later~

Conserve had been sitting alone in the white, completely silent. The only thing he had to keep him company was his thoughts, and those were composed of darkness and self-loathing. Conserve didn't know what was better: Either being in complete silence or being surrounded by hateful voices. Soon, the voices started up again, yelling and screaming horrible things.

~A Few hundred "Years" Later~

The voices have yet to cease, but Conserve didn't care. He learned how to block out almost all the hateful things they would say. He still has trouble with blocking out the voices of his friends/family telling him to kill himself. Other than that, he's fine. Well, not completely. After years(?) of being trapped in the white hell Conserve now calls home, he's changed. Conserve's once pearly white bones turned a charcoal black. His soft grey duster turned into a deep black fading into a crimson red. His fingers a mix of red and yellow. Error signs began to pop up all over him and his voice became glitched and weird. Never ending tears flowed down his face, and his eyes changed to a red and yellow. Conserve's new appearance warranted a new nickname from the voices. They started to call him 'Error' in reminiscence to the little signs that popped up all over him. Conserve's appearance wasn't the only thing that changed, though. Conserve became silent and cold. He also became less lazy. Why, might you ask? Well, while he was experimenting with the tear marks on his face, he found out that he could manipulate them. After more experimenting, he found out he could crochet with them. Soon, crocheting sessions ensued.

???? P.O.V

"INK! INK!! WE HAVE A MAJOR PROBLEM!"

"Calm down Dream and tell me what's wrong." Ink said calmly as he looked over his work.

"IT'S THE A.U's! SOME OF THEM ARE MISSING!! COMPLETELY GONE WITHOUT A TRACE!" I hear Dream yell at him. How could an A.U. just disappear like that? It didn't seem to make any sense. Maybe that's what happened to &*^$()*tale.

"Wait WHAT?! HOW?!" Ink yelled back, looking up from his work.

"I don't know! I was just doing my millennial check on the A.U.'s, and 5 of them were gone!" Dream said in a exasperated tone. It was clear that Dream was upset about this, but Ink was acting fairly calm. I had expected him to tear half the multiverse apart, trying to find out what happened to his precious A.U.'s. But his reaction was nothing I'd ever expect. After Dream said the amount of A.U.'s, his demeanor immediately calmed and he almost looked relaxed. Though his face shoed concern and worry, his body language showed that he didn't actually care. How could the creator of A.U.'s not care about his A.U.'s disappearing? What are you hiding, Ink?