!ERROR!
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Error @loverofpiggies
YES YES MY JERK SON.
Kazoo didn’t answer; the only sounds he could make were soft sobs that he tried to quell, large tears rolling down his face as his shoulders shook.
The bones slowly mended together, but the work was gradual – he felt the blood pool over his fingers, and even though it horrified him, he didn’t move, continuing to heal.
He didn’t notice the eyes, too concentrated on the wound and on the fact that he’d done such a horrible, horrible thing – the only thing he’d been dead set against… was hurting others.
The one thing he’d always aimed for… was healing. But now… he’d done the opposite, and hurt the one he loved the most.
Because he was nothing but a dirty, disgusting parasite.
Kazoo clenched his teeth, chest heaving with endless sobs as he kept using his ability, wanting nothing more than to save that which he’d ruined.
“Stop... Stop-stop-stop.” He hissed feeling his legs ready to give way underneath him. The healing didn’t feel good and didn’t make the problem caused any better. Star’s thin fingers pressed into Kazoo’s back to reinforce the truth they’d have to face: He was already broken to begin with and trying to force his body to heal unnaturally was causing more damage than actually attacking him to begin with.
“It hurts. Just stop!” The error glitched vehemently, one eye skewing shut as the words were grit through rows of clenched teeth. Star garbled some unintelligent bullshit through the quagmire in a desperate attempt to get Kazoo to give up.
Just give up.
If he didn’t want Abyss to die, he shouldn’t have killed the one who would have moved mountains for him.
“Sp-spare me some of your thoughts, Kazoo. D...Did you ever really care about him? He gave his life for you and now here you are--" Star turned his head to grin bitterly at Kazoo. What followed were a horrifying sight of the error's eyes dimming, flickering and hazing as he slumped limply over. His blood continued to drip endlessly as the words spilled out between the error’s labored breathing. "Stripping.. it... away."
“N-no, I–” Kazoo moved forward, attempting to grasp Abyss as he choked back another sob, his face torn. He wasn’t used to how tall this body was, or how stout… and ended up grasping the other a bit more forcefully than he’d intended.
“T-this isn’t… I… I-I…” He attempted to cradle the other in his arms, his fingers sliding over the area where he’d stabbed, healing magic beginning to emit from his fingertips.
Kazoo hadn’t meant to do this. He hadn’t meant to do this at all. He’d tried to resist, tried to fight the emotionless state, the state of trying to survive…
And his damn body had thought it was being attacked.
“No, no no no, p-please don’t die, oh god no, Abyss…”
The parasite’s voice cracked, his voice a mere whisper… and barely able to be heard.
“Gghh..” The noise he made when grappled were nothing short of the sound of being crushed. What a pleasantly awful feeling especially having his so-called boyfriend run his fingers along the fresh wound in hopes it would SAVE HIM.
It burned. It always hurt to be healed and Star were sure Kazoo knew this fact. The parasite had fucked up.
“It’s... not gonna work. You’re wasting your time-- you know this won’t work.” Star hissed, his face half pressed against the parasite’s shoulder-blade. This new body of Kazoo’s was a large pain in the ass right now... Black fluid spilled from his wound, tainting the void and staining the other’s hands. Dark patches spiderwebbed outwards as the dark blood soaked through each fiber. “You’re kidding me. You don’t want me to die after you stab me? You suddenly care now?”
His eyes were different. The lost, piercing eyes were missing somethings- the curiosity, the confusion, the spark that made them so vibrant. They weren’t Abyss’s eyes. The gaze were too calculated.
The shard of bone was far too easy to produce.
It shoved through Abyss’ chest, missing the other’s soul – he’d jerked his hand to the side, just enough, so it would miss.
A choked sob was let out as Kazoo’s emotions flooded back, his body wracking with guilt, tears rolling down his face. The parasite jerked back, dropping the weapon as he stared at the damage he’d done, wishing that he actually hadn’t gone through with it.
After all, parasites ruined everything in the end, didn’t they?
Abyss hadn’t the time to react, his body jerking in response to the sharp stab through his chest cavity. The bone tore straight through him like a knife through soft butter. The blow severed his health to an unreasonably low amount due in part to the magic as well as the betrayal he’d endured.
The heartbreak.
“Wh-wh-wh...hhhh--” His words drifted out in a wheeze, the error’s disposition shifting rapidly between panic and hurt.
“Wha-T... did y-you do?” Loud cricks of his bones shifting within the wound forced Abyss to stagger his feet just to remain standing. Damn it. “I... can’t...be-bel-l-lieve...I-”
He can’t believe you’d do this.
Why did you?
What did he do so wrong to warrant this?
“...I...I guess I’m a fool for thinking he was capable of love. Or that you were ANY different.” He hitched, his voice calming as Abyss had lost all control to Sans; the final hurrah he always gets before death. Comprehension was never Abyss’s strong suit, nor was love as the attack made so very apparent. He should have known better and ran away while he had the chance.
Kazoo was in a different body.
Would Abyss even care? He was a parasite… and had chosen a different body, one that was far from the normal that was Kazoo. Before, he’d liked his short body, but now…
Now, he stood tall, hand gripping his chest in a painful way, trying to quell the tremors that ran through his body.
Even now, his emotions came and went, flitting through his soul like errant birds in the wind.
The parasite didn’t say a thing. He just lifted his hand in silence, extending arm and palm out to the other, almost as an offering.
Part of him was begging Abyss not to take it. His eyes pleaded for the error not to.
Kazoo didn’t trust himself.
His eyes widened at the hand extended to him, the error already rushing forward to bypass the offered hand and envelop the little parasite in a heartfelt hug. Abyss felt... not as much relief as he’d want to feel when finally hugging Kazoo. The lack of satisfaction felt off and only caused him to remain on guard. “It’s been so long...” Abyss’ voice were but a whisper. It almost sounded broken the way his voice wavered with his emotions. “I saw e-everything. I’ve been watching it all and... it’s been making me feel something- something I don’t understand and yet here I am.” His knees trembled, his words laced with fear. He were afraid and he couldn’t comprehend why he’d feel so bad around someone he cared for so dearly. Kazoo’s entire presence in this new body screamed danger and he ignored the instinct to run like a fool. Abyss, however, remained poised to defend should anything go wrong.
Kazoo stood warily, hearing the voice echo. He staggered forward, letting out a cry, the sound leaping out from his throat against his will.
He couldn’t stand it. The pain in his soul was too much, but there was also the pain of wanting to get rid of this error, to try to quell the darkness inside of his soul…
And then he saw him.
Abyss.
His first love.
His soul constricted, pain welling up inside of him as he stood straight, tears running down his face, flickers of emotion splaying across his face in bits and pieces.
Even now, the parasite was struggling to retain his emotions, and not lose them again…
Anguish were a familiar feeling. Chronic agony had grown to be the heartbeat of his existence; the thrum reminding him time still existed at all in these bleak moments. Pain were the most present thought on his mind.
How dull.
The error closed his eyes to rest untill he were forcibly roused by some nasty intrusion to his solitude. Jolting up with a gasp, Abyss were already twisting around to see just who’d stumbled upon him nap, nap, napping away so uncomfortably.
“K...” Even with one eye translating the white of the Anti-void into a mess of information, Abyss could distinguish the colourful figure standing adjacent to himself. Speak of the devil and he shall appear..
“Kazoo...”
The name caused tension to well up deep within him; a need to protect both himself and the other party arose- apprehension pulling his limbs noticeably taut. It was too close to call if Kazoo were fixed yet from the troublesome anon magic, but lo and behold the sight of tears wrenched that god awful agony out of the error himself. Just as always, the glitch couldn’t stand to see the parasite cry.
Was it... safe to even want to hug Kazoo...?
So I found a picture with Error in an Outertale design and I thought, why not drawing it? Don’t know who made the design tho sooooo, have an Outertale!Error designed by [?????] Error by @loverofpiggies
*slides this over to @skoopskoop*
SCREAMS OH MY GOD SOMEBODY DREW MY ASSHOLE ERROR?!
OH
MY GOD
Sans? Can monsters die of a broken heart? Is it possible for monsters to die of sadness?
“Don’t call me THAT. MY NAME is not SANS. SANS IS DEAD. GONE. IT’S ONLY ABYSS NOW, SO GET IT RIGHT, IMBECILE.”
Abyss scoffed loudly, prancing almost casually across a string he’d lifted miles above the floor of the Anti-void. One misstep would mean certain death. Despite that, he seemed to be alright balance-wise as he walked his razor-sharp tightrope with bare feet.
“Now aside from any empty rhetoric I could shovel out, how the hell should I know?” Falling to the side, Abyss catches the string with the top of his foot to swing on the damn line upside down. What a cocky little shit.
“Birds die of broken hearts, so I assume the same can happen to... a widower or something. Though, I doubt that just anyone could really ever die because they’re sad. I mean... that’s just stupid.” The error chuckles to himself despite the gesture being fleeting at best.
He was curled up in the void, holding his sides.
Blood was on his hands.
It wasn’t his blood, that much was clear; his blood was pale, like paints from a pastel canvas. This blood was much darker, shades of purple and red clashing together as he held his face, tears sliding down his cheek and over his clenched knuckle.
Kazoo let out a soft sob as he shook, feeling his emotionless state clash with the emotions that were just barely held at bay.
After what he’d done… they’d finally come back. After everything he’d done…
He’d left Fresh to die, and now the emotions were threatening to spill over, to overwhelm him completely, leaving him at a kind of mercy.
But now… there was only one thing left to do… and he had to do it. It was an innate need that he couldn’t quell, something he had to do to satisfy…
There wasn’t much to do in terms of entertainment. For fear of being slain, he refrained from doing his duty with his only solace being the thought that another knock-off error akin to him would pick up his slack. White void held his focus gently, his consciousness ebbing once more as Abyss awoke without a start. How rare these moments were made it almost feel special- worryingly so.
“G-g-great...” Abyss muttered to himself, the glitching sound of his own voice happened to be the only anchor he had to reality in this damnable prison he dared call a home. In actually, talking broke the monotony. Otherwise every voice that strung a chord with the error happened to be ripping him a new one with a harsh verbal lashing.
The voices in his head were not kindred spirits.
Just as he always did, the error laid there, forcing back the nearly nauseating need to break something with a moan. He had to make an impact or he’d die. Plain and simple, for reals, no exaggerating- if he didn’t hurt someone, he’d keel over and dust. Totally not being dramatic, here.
He twitched at the thought, occupying his thoughts with something OTHER than leaving the safety of the void for now... such as... stars. God, he could name all the stars off the top of his head. Thousands of names, useless garbage filtered towards the forefront of his mind lulling him back into that trance he often slipped into.
Quick flicks of a brush sent light blue splatters across the canvas, or rather floor, of the anti-void. The skeleton loved just splattering paint across the ground and watching how it splattered and fused with other paints that had yet to dry. Just watching how they blended peeked the deity’s interest. He loved it. The idea of Ev returning soon to join him in his innocent painting forcing a smile across his face.
The deity’s mind bounced back to reality as the sudden sound of sloshing. The steps were far too light to be Ev’s. N’s eyes snapped up to detect the odd Outertale error.
The outline of white against a white background probably made it difficult to distinguish the colorless skeletons position at the edge of the paint splatters. Cautiously, N rose to his feet, leaving the paint brush to rest on the ground.
With the slight gesture of his hands, N signed. “Hello?”
Abyss’s face scrunched up to display his obvious distaste in what he were looking at. Puddles of tacky paint clung to his blood soaked feet, the maroon colour muddied by the motley array of vibrant vomit someone had so haphazardly dashed across the floor. What a trashy little maggot they must have been to desecrate such a perfectly good blank space.
Speaking of said maggot, his eyes barely made out the outline of the other resident currently occupying the Anti-void. Barely was for him to figure out where they were roughly and that was good enough. Ignore the words the white one speaks. His vocabulary will mean nothing when he’s gagging on his own marrow.
Swinging his arm in an arch, he tore a healthy set of magic from his eye sockets, the strings drooping heavily as though they were weighed down. The sight lasted for but a second as Abyss jumped back a half-step and sent his lines towards his unfortunate target.
His aim were to capture them, not... necessarily skewer them just yet.
That was for a future time.
What an eyesore of a timeline. An embarrassment to his duty on wiping blights like these from the face of the multi-verse. Surely, this were certainly deserving of a drawn out and painful demise! Might as well take care of some pressing matter now rather than later lest the infestation breeds and multiplies, huh? [Sanstronomy]
Raze had been walking around the forest on his patrol as usual, kicking some rocks and snarling as he walked. He had gotten into a fight with Ferus last night, and it hasn’t ended well. He scoffed and hunched his shoulders, sending another rock flying into the trees. “He doesn’t know what he’s talkin about, stupid fuckin-”
He stoppered suddenly and froze in place. Something was wrong, this didn’t feel right…
His pupils darted around and his magic curled up in his chest like a spring, really to lash out at the first thing that moved. After a few moments of intense silence, Raze finally spoke. “Whoever tha fuck is lurkin out there, come the fuck out or I’ll dust yer ass right here right now. I know you’re there.”
Raze’s smirk fell as soon as the strings slashed down. He teleported away and watched as his attacks were destroyed to nothing. Shit. Those were sharp. One hit from those and he would only lose a limb if he was lucky. He launched a volley of a few more bones at the other, and then launched a few more coming from behind the other.
“RAZE!?”
Oh thank god. “Ferus! Watch out he’s got some type of strings or something!” He yelled and put up a wall of bright red bones in front of where his brother was about to emerge, just in case the other tried to launch an attack towards him. However there was a trade off, by doing so he had to take his eyes off the prize for a few moments, leaving him venerable.
Abyss felt a surge of pain as he didn’t move to dodge the bones aimed for him. The damn things lodged directly at his shoulder blade and caused the error quite a bit of discomfort in ripping them out, but that was all debris. None of it mattered when he stayed firm in his stance to attack the damn glitch.
His eyes darted to the side when an unfamiliar voice came forward. Fuck.
He could handle two. He could handle a thousand!
This meant nothing to him other than a chance to take advantage of the situation.
When the window opened, he took the shot, entwining his strings around the obtuse Sans’s soul and body with a triumphant cackle. Oh, it felt good to be king of the jungle tonight and nobody was gonna challenge him. Tearing his strings down with all of his body weight, he couldn’t help but smile as the tug would surely drag his pray enough that they’d be at his mercy in an instant.
“Al-alright! Listen up! Don’t m-move or-or your buddy’s dust ge-ts the ple-e-asure of de-decorating a-a-a sepulcher. ‘Kay?”
What an eyesore of a timeline. An embarrassment to his duty on wiping blights like these from the face of the multi-verse. Surely, this were certainly deserving of a drawn out and painful demise! Might as well take care of some pressing matter now rather than later lest the infestation breeds and multiplies, huh? [Sanstronomy]
Raze had been walking around the forest on his patrol as usual, kicking some rocks and snarling as he walked. He had gotten into a fight with Ferus last night, and it hasn’t ended well. He scoffed and hunched his shoulders, sending another rock flying into the trees. “He doesn’t know what he’s talkin about, stupid fuckin-”
He stoppered suddenly and froze in place. Something was wrong, this didn’t feel right…
His pupils darted around and his magic curled up in his chest like a spring, really to lash out at the first thing that moved. After a few moments of intense silence, Raze finally spoke. “Whoever tha fuck is lurkin out there, come the fuck out or I’ll dust yer ass right here right now. I know you’re there.”
He snorted softly in amusement as the other seemed oh so offended by the insult. “Yeah I have. An’ theres always a piece of shit starin’ back at me.” He didn’t have any preconceived notions about being attractive in any way, made it easier when people–mainly his brother–told him he looked like a literal piece of trash.
When the other mentioned something called the ‘multiverse’ he could only assume he was talking about all of those weird universes he’d been briefly told about. He perked up, brows raising slightly in interest. However the second the other cackled he went into defense mode, magic unleashing in a bright flash of red as a volley of cracked and splintered bones appeared behind him, ready to launch.
“Don’ belong huh? I don’ belong anywhere ya lil twerp, tell me somethin I don’t know.” He eyed the strings that had somehow come to life anxiously, not sure what to make of them. “So are ya gonna tell me what t’fuck is goin on or are ya gonna keep being a lil bitch and trying ta scare me off? Cause it aint workin.”
He could feel Ferus getting closer, coming towards him more quickly now than before. Hopefully he’d seen the flash of red and knew Raze was fighting someone or something.
Oh, that stopped his laughing. For a second, the words obviously got to Abyss as he snarled. His skin were growing thin as of late and he wasn’t one to be called a ‘little bitch’.
“If you don’t belong... then let me fix that.”
His arms both swung downward with enough force to denote his frustration, the strings slicing through the air akin to sharpened knives, he aimed to chop the disgusting spot in his sight into nothing more than bone cubes. All the while, the error drew back on the strings, knowing all too well he’d need a swift sawing motion to all but obliterate the attacks hovering above Raze as some lame threat.
There was no need for a response after that. Abyss wasn’t afraid to take a few injuries to massacre this pity party.
What an eyesore of a timeline. An embarrassment to his duty on wiping blights like these from the face of the multi-verse. Surely, this were certainly deserving of a drawn out and painful demise! Might as well take care of some pressing matter now rather than later lest the infestation breeds and multiplies, huh? [Sanstronomy]
Raze had been walking around the forest on his patrol as usual, kicking some rocks and snarling as he walked. He had gotten into a fight with Ferus last night, and it hasn’t ended well. He scoffed and hunched his shoulders, sending another rock flying into the trees. “He doesn’t know what he’s talkin about, stupid fuckin-”
He stoppered suddenly and froze in place. Something was wrong, this didn’t feel right…
His pupils darted around and his magic curled up in his chest like a spring, really to lash out at the first thing that moved. After a few moments of intense silence, Raze finally spoke. “Whoever tha fuck is lurkin out there, come the fuck out or I’ll dust yer ass right here right now. I know you’re there.”
Raze couldn’t help himself, he took a half a step back as the other…thing? came out and started talking to him. “What the FUCK ‘r you? You’re one ugly motherfucker aint'cha?” He honestly couldn’t even tell if this thing in front of him was a monster or not, and it was putting him on edge. Instinctively, he pulsed his magic through his soul, sending a unique call to his brother for help. He had a feeling this wouldn’t go well.
“Fine, I won’ try an’ dust ya fer now then, ya did come out when I asked an’ all. So then tell me what the fuck is wrong with ya?” He snarled and his magic twitched in its coil, ready to snap and lash out if the figure came any closer or tried anything funny. He just needed to stall until Ferus got here, then they’d be able to take this fucker down no problem and decide what to do with him.
“’M guessin yer not from 'round here, are you? You’re from another, what, universe or somethin?” Raze had just recently learned about the whole multiverse thing and that was probably the only reason he didn’t attack this thing on sight. He was curious, and just a little bit scared. He didn’t know what things from other universes were capable of! In his universe at least he knew most trick and types of magic a monster could pull, but he had no idea if it could be different for someone in a different universe. For example, he’d never seen those weird ass strings before. So he wasn’t taking any chances.
“UH?! Ex-excuse you-yourself! Have y-y-you even looked in the-the mirror?” He crossed his arms and glared akin to a little child, obviously unhappy with the insult this idiot flung so carelessly. What an audacious little maggot! “You must be-be dumber tha-than I th-th-thought...”
Seeing as how the other were so obviously clueless towards Error’s existence at all, he could safely assume this whelp were nothing more than vaguely familiar with multi-verse endeavors. God...
Taking him down would be child’splay.
“Lemme l-learn ya a lesson, imbecile. Consider it-it m-my explanation o-o-of the multiverse to y-you. A gen-generosity so to speak.” Splaying his hands open in front of his sternum, the strings coiled for but a second before Abyss cackled darkly. His fingers twitched and instantly the lines seemingly came to life. They arose, poised akin to snakes ready to lunge; A typical fear tactic.
“You d-don’t belong.”
Abyss’s insane laughter picked up as though what he had said were the best gut buster of the century.
What an eyesore of a timeline. An embarrassment to his duty on wiping blights like these from the face of the multi-verse. Surely, this were certainly deserving of a drawn out and painful demise! Might as well take care of some pressing matter now rather than later lest the infestation breeds and multiplies, huh? [Sanstronomy]
Raze had been walking around the forest on his patrol as usual, kicking some rocks and snarling as he walked. He had gotten into a fight with Ferus last night, and it hasn’t ended well. He scoffed and hunched his shoulders, sending another rock flying into the trees. “He doesn’t know what he’s talkin about, stupid fuckin-”
He stoppered suddenly and froze in place. Something was wrong, this didn’t feel right…
His pupils darted around and his magic curled up in his chest like a spring, really to lash out at the first thing that moved. After a few moments of intense silence, Raze finally spoke. “Whoever tha fuck is lurkin out there, come the fuck out or I’ll dust yer ass right here right now. I know you’re there.”
“Oh, I’m s-s-so sca-scared...”
Abyss slid around a tree trunk casually, his body making futile attempts to stabilize itself. The error stood at an odd enough angle that it were questionable if the laws of physics applied to him. Not that it really mattered all that much... A far more pressing issue happened to be the web of sparkling stings he were brandishing ever so casually between his phalanges.
This glitch reeked of discontent and apprehension. Pathetic and disgusting, Abyss squinted at the creature a bit before turning away with a quiet chuckle. He may have been half blind already, but this gaudy fuck was subtly threatening to make him colourblind on top of that!
“You’ve c-c-caught me. So-so wh-at now, f-fool?” Despite him never encroaching on his unfortunate first victim, Abyss’s presence alone were enough to disturb the atmosphere around them. “Are-are you gonna, w-wh-what, du-dust me? F-F-at fucking ch-chance...”
Eye sockets darkened. His pupils now pinpricks as the glitching matter ceased all at once.
“I’d behead your sorry ass in an instant, so roll your fucking dice again and pick a better plan of action or I’ll take my turn.”
A simple white box is left for Abyss, a simple teal ribbon tied around it to keep it from accidentally falling open. The box was square shaped, as if to hold something as in a pie. Maybe a blueberry pie? ~allegroitalicus
Abyss happened upon the box suddenly and quite unhappily seeing as the container startled him enough to belt out a girly squeal while he skidded to the side. His nerves weren’t ready for this complete tomfoolery.
Gritting his teeth, the error glared down upon the box as if his gaze alone would set the ribbon ablaze with his wrath. Seeing as he weren’t very damn well pleased with the concept of suddenly teleporting gifts in his goddamn house, he contemplated punting the dumb box across the anti-void out of anger.
Then again...
There could be something horrible in the box. Like a bomb.
Better safe than sorry, he assumed, expertly winding his strings around the box in hopes to slice the thing in half.
Ha, ha! That’ll show you for being some delicious treat poised as a potential threat! Check yourself before you wreck yourself!
/watch?v=xpvdAJYvofI
“H-h-halloween is about f-fear? Why do-do w-w-we have t-to have ONE day for th-this to-to be ‘okay’? Is i-it for mo-monsters only?”
Abyss leans back in a web of his own strings, idly listening to the odd Halloween tune.
“I-I-I don’t ge-get it.”
*A gift box appears in front of Abyss. The box is carefully wrapped in orange paper and neatly tied with a black bow. The tag says...* Happy Halloween!
Abyss lifted the box, instantly inspecting it whilst sticking out his tongue. Distasteful paper colour... Judging by the packaging, the person whom wrapped this gift must have been colorblind or pathetically attached to the most unpleasant shades of orange.
As for what was inside? Hell if he knew.
“Eenie, meenie, miney--” A thunderous clatter of a window to another verse opening rang through the empty anti-void. The orange box were ejected through the hole, Abyss’s grin never faltering. “-No.”
Silence befell the barren void once more as Abyss slammed said opening shut. Ever so slowly, his smile exchanged for a bemused expression. His hand braced the back of his skull and gently massaged it, murmuring quietly to himself.
“Wh-wh-what the fuck is a ‘halloween’..?”
