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"Stupid anomalies..." He could still hear the screams of all the innocent monsters he tied up. If they would just shut up, Snowdin would be a much more bearable place to be at.
With a snap, everything grew eerily quiet. Much better. He strutted through the town, proud of what he did. "Fucking abominations making the air all dirty. We can't have that..."
Deleting code of an AU was much easier if there weren't any idiots around. And with that, he took a last look at that unoriginal dumpsterfire of an AU.
The never-ending whiteness of the Anti-void welcomed him and his smug grin back. He was gone for way too long.
To relax and sit in his blue beanbag sounded like the right decision. The silence added to his comfort. A nap wouldn't hurt, would it?
"Hey there, buddy! Whatcha doi—"
"Shut the fuck up, Ink!" There went his rest.
"And don't call me that! What do you want now? The AU's already dead." "Just checkin— wait, AU? Seriously? Can't leave you alone for one second, can I?"
The audacity of this cunt. First he intruded his home and now he was trying to lecture him? Not with Error. But before he could even utter a word, the dimwit got back to speaking.
"Well, that's not what I was here for. Good to know I got extra work now, though. Anyways, I just wanted to check up on my favorite skele. How ya doin', Error?"
"Horrible. 'Cause you came here. Check up done. Get out."
"Aww. Thanks for the loving words, pal! Of course I'll sit next to you!" A loud crunch followed, and the asshole sat right beside Error.
He couldn't remember a time where he ever moved so fast to get away from someone. Standing straight, he glared at the creator up and down.
"Why are you like this?!" "Like what?" "You know what I fucking mean!" He started stomping around angrily. "Inviting yourself into my sanctuary and—" "Sanctuary? That's a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it? Especially if others can come in without y—"
"Get out." "Nah. You're way too fun. Besides, can't your best friend give you a visit?" That dirty bastard smiled at him like there was no tomorrow. Error came to a halt.
"We're not friends." "Yeah, yeah. You say that every time. I've actually got a reason for coming."
The freak came in here with a reason other than to annoy him? Must be a dream come true.
"And that is?" "Good question. No idea." Of course. What else was to be expected? The idiot searched his scarf while Error tapped his foot, waiting.
"Oh yeah! Remember all the times you helped me with my fear?" "You mean your kenophobia? Surprised you do." "Right, so since you were so incredibly kind, I thought—"
"I only did it so I could see your face full of despair again and again." "Like I said, incredibly kind. I thought, why don't we make it even? I can help with your — what was it again? Hapha— hepha— haphephobia! I can help you with your haphephobia!"
Was this bitch serious? That self-absorbed little shit wanted to help him? Without anything in return? Something smelled fishy.
"What do you get out of this?" "I get to see you trying to overcome your fear." He waited for him to continue, but he never did.
"That's all?" "Of course!" "No thanks." "Wha—" He turned his back to the puzzled creator.
"Why not?" "I don't owe you an answer." Sounds from the beanbag were heard, indicating Ink got up.
It wasn't like he didn't trust the scatterbrain. Not even once did that fool try to attack him first nor was he overstepping any real boundaries.
"Pretty please?" "No." The dirtbag now stood behind him. "C'mon Glitchy. Why don't you wanna try?" "Stop." "Do you actually want me to stop?"
This donkey really knew how to get him annoyed. He didn't want to get rid of his fear. That would require way more work than the result was worth.
Besides, it wasn't like he wanted to touch anyone. And he doubted anyone would want to touch him. He was fine! No need for him to be uncomfortable.
No need to touch someone just to feel that burn again. The burn that stays and doesn't want to leave. The burn that reminds him he was touched. The burn that prevents him from being even close to normal. The burn that...
What was he even talking about? As if he needed or wanted to be normal. The guy who killed millions if not billions being abnormal? Who would've thought?
"Error? You good there? Ya kinda spaced out a bit." When did the vermin start standing before him? "I'm fine!"
"Hey, come on. Don't go yelling at your favorite musician." "Can you really call yourself that? My skull started bleeding when I heard you play."
"Gasp! No it didn't!" "Did you just say 'gasp', you fucking weirdo?" "Did I? I can't remember."
"Of course you can't! Just get out and go back to your little Doodle Sphere or however you call that place!"
"Nah. I came here for a reason after all which is..." And the stinkhole checked his scarf again, because he couldn't even remember things for more than two seconds. "Aha! I wanted to help you with your fear!"
"Yeah. I know. Idea rejected. Go home." "Aww. Whyyyyyyyyy?" "Ink, I swear to fucking God." "I'm not leaving until I get an answer. 'S not like you mind me being here, right?"
He let out a big sigh. Why could the squid not be a pain in the ass for five minutes? "Why don't we work on your other fears? Like your autophobia?"
"I don't even know what that means. But we're gonna work on yours, 'cause we already worked on mine. We can talk later if we want to solve that too."
"Okay, you know what? I'll do it. Under one condition. You have to leave." "Yay! So excited. See ya on Monday!"
The snotface finally left through a portal after making a note on his scarf. Surprisingly he didn't leave a giant mess behind with his usual ink portals. Looks like he was finally learning and using dimension scissors when visiting.
If Error keeps looking out for trivial things like this that happened today, he might just forget what he agreed to.
Sitting back into his beanbag, he questioned all his life choices that left to this very moment.
Surely Undernovela would take his mind off of things for a while, no?