This is a slowburn, or atleast I'll try to make it one. Quarantine is getting boring and Error is my favourite Sans so there is no surprise of me eventually writing a fanfic about him. In this story you're a female living in Outertale. Sometimes you see a skeleton that looks like Sans but with different colors sitting on the edge of what was once part of a planet that had now been transformed into a prison for the monsters. You see him making dolls, knitting and other interesting things while using strange blue strings that seem somewhat magical. You feel the need to talk to him since you're worried he might jump off and because he looks like you're good pal Sans. Things will definitely end up different than you expect however.