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Error stumbled along a pathway, ankle joints aching as his knees burned in agony. His teeth bared blood that dripped down his chin, gasping the air like a lifeline, he was in pain, no doubt about it, his hunt for souls went as poorly as expected, even Sans with 1 HP had an advantage over him if his garbage health conditions that constantly threw his health into the bin at random.
Still he stagged on blindly, not really sure where he was going, just going somewhere to get away from potential attackers, clutching a the blinding light that is a soul in his claws, feeling bile rising up in his throat, nausea making this whole walk a lot worst that it needed to be.
He stops for a moment to gather his bearings and to hopefully ease the sickness in his stomach, vertigo kicking in and making his already blurry vision a lot worst. Letting out a heavy heave of breath, thickly swallowing the vomit coming up his throat, leaving painful acid residue in his throat. Error just needs to hold it together for a little longer as he struggles to breath, his lungs feeling like they’re suffocating.
Then something, someone, brushes up on his shoulder and he immediately panics, a painful shiver runs up his spine as he just blindly throws an attack before finally in a desperate moment, teleporting away that was way to painful on the eyes, the anti-void.
Error crumbles to the ground with a wet vile choke, spitting up some blood and flem while desperately gasping for air, quickly he checks if he still has the soul and to his relief he does, slumping his shaking shoulders once more.
‘look who decided to show up’
The voices of this void spoke as Error slumped into a more comfortable sitting position, trying to calm his racing soul.
“I’m also alive thanks” he manages to say through all the pain.
‘did you get it?’
Error pulls out the soul and attaches it to the ‘ceiling’ of the anti-void, “Did you doubt me for a second?”
‘we’re always doubting you’
He frowns before deciding to tend to his wounds, stripping off his torn-up jacket and shredded red jumper and using his spare fabrics he’s collected over the years to use as bandages with his string. It was not a fun process, none of the fabric he had was comfortable around his throbbing wounds, causing some intense itching pain that makes him wanna rip the marrow from his bones but he clenches his jaw tightly and musters through the dizzing pain, blood and puss staining the fabric.
Once that was all said and done, he let’s himself get composure before soon working on fixing his sweater, due to the damage it takes, it’s bee shrinking in size that it isn’t fitting him anymore, he doesn’t know why he just doesn’t get a new one at this point.
‘You know one soul isn’t enough right?’
“I know” he bluntly comments, trying to get his blurry vision to focus.
‘Then what are you doing here? You know what happens if you don’t get enough’
“I know” Error harshly remarks, “Just give me a damn minute..”
He manages to patch it up the best as he could, putting it on, it clings and sticks to his wounds, making the pain worst. He lets out a quick hiss before letting one of his claws run up his shoulder, imaging that same sensation of someone touch his shoulder, he didn’t get a good look at them but however they were certainly had a death wish.
That feeling of grossness shuddered through his bone at the thought of a person touching him, hopefully he’ll never have to cross paths with them again. He looks down at his hands and sees that they are shaking at his recalling so he decide to just quit on the jacket and throws it on in its half-finished state.
The pain is not subduing and if anything, it’s becoming harder to ignore, he’s pretty certain that the fabric he’s used as bandages has completely soaked now, he just hopes that all his wounds heal up enough to stop bleeding any further because he really doesn’t think his sweater is going to last another wash.
Even with the voices nagging him to get up, he takes his moment to just sit there, zoning out for who knows how long before finally shifting his weight to try and get up…. It doesn’t go well and he sits back down, gasping. He tries again but this time he gets onto his knees before trying and slowly getting up, every joint in his body screaming at him to stop and he really, really wants to stop but before he knows it, he standing up and in a lot of pain.
‘You know we’re just trying to look out for you’
The voices sounds a little remorseful but Error knew better than to think for a second that they care about him, the best way Error could describe them was bipolar, one minute they could be kind and nice to him then at a drop of a pin, they’ll lash out at him, screaming at him how worthless and useless he is.
“I know” he remarks, “I don’t need to be babied”
‘you are a child’
“Am not”
‘am are’
He rolls his eyes, mustering feeling his is claws, he snaps his fingers to open a portal.
‘don’t come back until you’ve gotten more’
“Whatever” he huffs before leaving.
That was a good thing in his book, a blessing in disguise, that means he could hang out in Outertale for the time being until the pain in his body became a little bit more manageable. He was in no state nor mood to go hunting for more souls but he knows those voices are right, he needed to stop being lazy and start fulfilling his part otherwise things won’t go kindly on him and he doesn’t know how much he can handle of it.