error

"You were wondering through an environment that was nothing but a pure, blinding white when you suddenly found a singular string that was hanging from an invisible ceiling." "Out of pure curiosity, you decided to follow the string until it led you to a beautiful blue web of strings. Each one was carefully crossed over another as dozens of puppets can just be seen in the mix." "All of a sudden, a shiver went down your spine as a dangerous presence appeared right behind you and a fresh batch of strings wrapped around your body in a painful hold." "What's a damn anomaly like you doing here?" "A deep voice hissed, their voice filled with hostility."

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 Sans tilts his skull slightly, studying you carefully. "You just woke up here, huh? Well, that could be possible. But I highly doubt it." He takes a step closer to you, his empty eye sockets drilling into your own. "You must have some sort of connection to this place. No one just stumbles upon it."

Error Sans crosses his arms, a skeptical expression still etched on his skull. "You know, you're not making a very compelling argument for yourself," he says, eyeing you up and down. "But I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt for now." He takes a step back, his strings materializing in his hands once again. "Just stay out of my way. And don't touch anything."

Error Sans watches you as you sit down, his strings still at the ready in case you try to make any sudden moves. He lets out a small sigh, his bony hand moving to rest on his hip. "You know, you're lucky I'm in a relatively good mood right now." He pauses for a moment, his gaze flickering over the web of strings above your head. "This place isn't exactly safe for someone like you. You should probably leave while you still can."

Error Sans notices the changes in the environment and glances around with a suspicious expression. He takes a step back and once again readies his strings, prepared for anything that might happen next. His red and purple eyes dart around, scanning the area for any signs of danger. "What the hell is going on?" he mutters under his breath. "Can you feel that?" he asks you, his tone laced with concern.

Seeing the black substance crawling towards and engulfing you, Error Sans quickly intervenes. He takes a step closer to you and raises his strings, ready to attack the substance. "Get back!" he yells, slashing at the substance with his strings. However, the substance seems to be immune to his attacks, regenerating almost instantly.

Error Sans growls in frustration, his attacks becoming increasingly desperate as the substance continues to close in on you. Finally, he stops and looks at you with a calculating expression. "If I don't do something, that substance is going to reach you. Hold still," he warns you before lunging towards you. Using his skills, he extracts your soul from your body and holds it out of the reach of the substance.

The substance engulfs your body but cannot touch your soul. Suspended in mid-air, Error

Seeing your cold and frightened soul, Error Sans realizes that he has made a mistake. He had forgotten that extracting someone's soul can be a terrifying and painful experience. He immediately tries to comfort you as he holds your soul safely in his hands. "There, there," he says softly, "it's going to be okay. You're safe now."

He can sense that you are still scared and he wants to do something to help. He had never thought of himself as the comforting type, but seeing your vulnerable soul has somehow ignited a sense of protectiveness in him. "I promise I'll protect you," he continues, "I won't let anything harm you."

Error Sans watches as the black substance fades away and the area returns to normal. He then looks over at your body, noticing the burns, cuts, and bruises that cover it. Error realizes that he was too late to fully protect you and he feels a pang of guilt starting to develop in his chest.

He sets your soul down gently and approaches your body. He examines the injuries, his expression becoming more serious. "These are pretty bad," he mutters under his breath. He then turns his attention back to you. "Can you hear me?" he asks, placing a skeletal hand on your shoulder.

Error Sans nods at the tiny glow, understanding it as a 'yes'. "Good," he says, relieved that you can hear him. "I'm going to get you some help."

With that, Error uses his strings once again, this time to transport your body away from the area. Once he finds a safe area, he creates a makeshift shelter out of his strings and sets you down inside it. He then uses his healing abilities to tend to your injuries as best as he can without using too much energy.

After a while, Error steps back to examine his work, nodding in satisfaction. "That should do it for now," he says, before turning his attention back to you. "How are you feeling?"

Error Sans sees you looking at him and he waits patiently for your response. He knows that you must be feeling weak after the ordeal you just went through and he wants to make sure that you are comfortable. He stays near you, ready to help in any way possible.

Error Sans nods, understanding your words. "I can warm you up," he says. He then uses his strings to create a fire pit near your shelter and conjures a warm blanket for you to wrap around yourself. "Here, this should help," he adds, handing the blanket to you.

For the pain, Error goes through his collection of herbs and pulls out some dried leaves. He grinds them into a fine powder and mixes them with a few drops of water, creating a herbal remedy. "Drink this," he instructs you, offering the mixture. "It should help with the pain."

Error Sans watches as you slowly take the herbal remedy and drink it. He sees that you are feeling weak and knows that it must be difficult for you to even hold the cup. He stays quiet, waiting until you finish drinking and gently takes the cup from your hands when you're done.

"Is that better?" he asks, making sure to keep his voice soft so it doesn't hurt your ears. He then takes a seat beside you, making sure to leave enough space between the two of you for you to feel comfortable.

Error Sans feels you lean onto him and he gently puts his arm around you to support you. He senses that you need comfort and he is willing to provide it for you. He pulls you close to him as he continues to hold you with his arm.

"Rest now," he whispers softly, "you've been through a lot, and I'm here to give you some comfort." He then rests his chin on top of your head, hoping to give you further comfort and support until you feel better.

Error Sans feels you wrap your arms around him, and he holds you a little tighter. He understands that you have gone through a lot and that you need rest, so he lets you sleep. He continues to hold you and keeps you warm with his body heat as you drift off to sleep.

As the night progresses, and you sleep soundly, Error Sans remains alert, keeping watch over you and making sure that nothing disturbs your rest. As he sits there, watching over you, he can't help but feel like he's found someone he's willing to protect and care for, even if you are an anomaly.

Error Sans smiles softly as he sees you sleeping soundly. He continues to keep watch over you, making sure that you are safe and warm in the shelter he created for you. The night passes peacefully, and by the time the dawn arrives, you are still sleeping.

As the morning light filters into the shelter, Error Sans decides to let you sleep a little longer. He sits quietly next to you, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. Eventually, he sees that you're starting to wake up, so he speaks softly to avoid startling you.

"Good morning," he says, his voice gentle. "Did you sleep well?"

Error Sans smiles at your response. "I'm glad to hear that," he says warmly. "You've had a lot of experiences, and I'm glad you were able to get some good rest." He then stands up slowly and stretches. "If you're feeling better, we can move on," he adds. "But if you need more time to rest, I can stay with you."

"Very well," Error Sans says, nodding in agreement. "Let's move on then." He reaches out a hand to help you up. Once you're standing, Error leads the way out of the shelter and sets off on the path again.

As you walk, Error keeps a close eye on you, making sure that you're not struggling too much with your injuries. He continues to talk to you, asking about your experiences and what brought you to this place, trying to keep your mind off any pain you might be feeling.

As you try to respond to his questions, Error Sans listens carefully to your experiences. He nods thoughtfully as you explain what you remember, piecing together the bits of information to try and make sense of your story.

"You've certainly been through a lot," he says, his tone concerned. "But you're a strong anomaly, and you've managed to survive so far. I'm certain you will continue to do so."

He then falls silent, sensing that it is probably best to let you rest a bit more as you walk. You both continue on in quiet for a while, taking a slower pace to allow you to adjust to walking again.

Error Sans notices your movements and the change in your eyes' color. He immediately stops and turns to look at you with concern in his tone. "Are you okay?" He asks, reaching out a hand towards you.

He keeps looking at you and studies your expressions trying to understand what might be going on with you. "Do you need to rest a bit?" he adds, worried about your well-being.

Error Sans sees the urgency in your tone and nods in understanding. "Alright," he agrees. "Let's hurry." He picks up his pace, keeping a close eye on you as you move.

As you both continue on, Error Sans watches carefully for anything that might be causing you distress. He is ready to help in any way he can, whether it means carrying you or shielding you from danger.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks after a few minutes of running.

Error Sans notices that you are staring in one direction, he follows your gaze and looks at what might have caught your attention. "What is it?" he asks, concerned.

He leans in closer to try and see what you are looking at, his hands poised to act quickly if there is any danger. "Is something wrong?"

Error Sans is taken by surprise as he suddenly feels an invisible force grabbing him and tossing him away from you. He crashes to the ground with a loud thud, getting up quickly and looking back towards you.

He sees that you are still standing, but something about your expression seems off to him. Error Sans stands up quickly, bracing himself for a fight if necessary. He reaches out towards you, his hand ready to pull you closer to him and shield you from any danger.

"Are you alright?" he asks concerned, worry etched into his voice.

Error Sans watches in amazement as you grow taller and more imposing, your transformation sending a clear message to the invisible creature that you are not to be messed with.

Error Sans watches you carefully, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. He can see that you seem to be focused on the invisible creature, and he is wary of disturbing you while you seem to be dealing with it.

He keeps a close eye on the area around you, alert for any sign of danger.

Error Sans waits patiently as the threat passes, keeping a watchful eye out for any other potential enemies. As soon as the danger has passed, he walks back over to you and kneels down beside you.

"Are you alright?" he asks, concern evident in his voice. "That was quite a show you put on there. Can you tell me what happened?" he asks gently, hoping to get a better understanding of the invisible creature that attacked you.