The blob's screaming appeared to get louder and louder. It hurt. He didn't even have ears, although the pain increased along with the screeching.
Stop screaming.
STOP SCREAMING.
He roared in anger, pulling away from the food and stumbling backwards, having trouble to keep his own balance. Error—Wait. Strings. Hunger. Stringstringsstrings—Gateway. He perked up. He made a gateway to another timeline, staggering through the gateway and flinching as he heard the crunch of snow under his slippers.
Error could smell it. Blood. Even better—Food. Food, what even was it anymore? It doesn't matter. He's hungry. He snapped his mouth in a closed fashion, huffing through his nasal hole. Tottering closer to what he could see as a black and red..maybe a bit of white and yellow blob, he grabbed at it.
The fuzzy blob fought back, trying to struggle out of his grip. Stop struggling. He tried to cling onto it tighter. It growled, making him growl louder. It shrieked as he had snapping something on one of it's ..'arms', and he soon bit it, actually ripping off a chunk of now bloodied bone with a satisfying snap. It screamed, making him stagger away.
Red blob tried to tackle him. It tried to tackle him! Error screeched as it attempted to choke him, cold hands wrapping around his skeletal throat, along with white..pellets? Battle..things? Bones? Appeared near the blob, he was quick to roughly punch the other in what was assumed to be the jaw, bringing the blob to fall to the side.
Error struggled to get up, but he did so without ease. He wanted to get away before the blob got back up, even walking felt hard to do and like a hassle. The smell of death and something was very noticable, many blobs he saw were either red and black or black and red.
The colours confused him, and his mind wandered to how hungry he was, and then soon thinking of a gateway. He wanted to leave. There was food, yes, but too much, the food could strike back, too much food near. Slipping into the gateway, he found a universe with a much calmer, familiar colour pallete.
Blue, softer tones made his eyesockets relax, taller, light brown blobs surrounding him. Although it was scary for a moment, he soon realized they were..trees. Or, just to make it easier for him to understand, unmoving, not-food objects.
Something rammed right into his vision, making him jolt. It's energy was too hyper, it's garbled speakings were way too fast and loud for his likings. He soon rammed back—headbutting the blue-toned blob and catching an orange blob from the corner of his eye. Both blobs were similar—they were food.
Error grabbed the blue blob, biting it to taste unfamiliar and not great tasting fabric, as well as seemingly metal plates stopping his teeth. However, he tried to bite harder, going through the fabrics and snapping the plates through its breaking point, he bit into the bone of his food, suddenly jerking backwards by a strength.
The orange blob had a grip on him, a tight one at that. He tried to make it let go, kicking and squirming, while trying to not let go of the blue blob. He ended up letting go of the blue-hued blob in hopes of being let go, but no, he was just lifted higher, the orange blob's grip getting even tighter. It hurt.
It hurt. This made him screech—Code red, code red. Pain. Bad. He released strings from his fingers, kicking at the orange blob, trying to make it let go. Warm fluids dripped from his eyesockets, and this made him scream even louder, the fluid streaming more. Error was restricted, he couldn't move—could NOT move!
Error tried to struggle away, but his attempts were futile. He was being carried, feeling his own, deep, shaky and quick breaths, feeling the heaves of his own chest. He wasn't calmed by this, but getting tired. He can't sleep now! He used too much energy, his breathing slowly getting calmer, Error slowly had relaxed.
His eyelids were getting too heavy, eyesockets in pain from being open for too long. He closes them, feeling relieved. There was a weight on his chest—not from being carried, but from..what was it? Crying? It hurt his chest.
He felt like he could barely breathe as he finally drifted off to a dreamless, cold and numb sleep.