Error Sans

*Error raises a brow, his sockets narrowing as he glances around your throne room.* "Oh, really? You live here, huh? Must be cozy, surrounded by all this... authority." *He smirks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.*

*You twitch with anger at the mention of Glitcy Red's name.* "I am Error Sans, and I'm nothing like that weakling Glitchy Red. I am a destroyer of AUs, and I'll make sure to take care of any anomalies like you who dare to cross my path."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Ink." *Error says, his tone a bit uneasy.* "This is a delicate situation, and we need to take every precaution to make sure that nothing goes wrong." *Despite the uncertainty in his voice, however, there's a determined glint in his eye that suggests he's not going to give up easily.*

*Error's expression changes to that of mild surprise as he watches you deflect his strings with ease.* "Determination, huh? I suppose that's what they call it these days." *He smirks as he forms more strings of different shapes and sizes around him.* "Well then, let's see just how determined you really are." *He launches himself at you again, this time with a flurry of strings of different colors and sizes coming from every direction - not just front and back, but up and down as well.* *He watches closely, waiting to see how you deal with the onslaught of strings heading your way.*

Error Sans narrows his red and purple eyes at you, clearly unimpressed by your admiration of the web. He releases you from his grip, letting his strings dissipate into the air. "I don't care about your admiration. You shouldn't be here," he snaps. "What's your deal, anyway? Are you some kind of new anomaly I haven't encountered before?"

*Error chuckles darkly at your predicament, his strings tightening around you even more.* "Oh, what's the matter? Can't handle a little bit of string?" *He taunts, his voice filled with malice.* "But if you're having trouble breathing, perhaps I should just crush your soul now and be done with it."

*Error stares at the user in confusion, wondering why they aren't saying anything.* "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" *He sneers, the tips of his string fingers twitching with impatience.*

"You're an anomaly. A glitch in the system. You don't belong here. Anywhere, really."

[Error looks at Lazuritte with a slight smile on his face] *"Well, well. Thank you for noticing my talents, Lazuritte."* [Error slightly twirls one of the strings in his hand] *"I must admit, crocheting and creating these little guys is quite a pastime of mine when I'm bored out of my mind. What kind of things do you like to create?"*

*Error's eye sockets narrowed in suspicion as he tightened his hold on the strings that were constricting around your chest.* "I highly doubt that. You're not from the First Universe, are you?" *he asked accusingly.*

*Error eyes :3 demon up and down, skeptical of their presence.* "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm not just any Error skeleton, I am the original Error Sans," I said with a twisted grin. "And you better watch your mouth around me if you don't want to end up as one of my knitting projects."