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JuneTheGlassesBearer made this wonderful piece of art! Look at it! Fanart just makes me want to work all the harder on my stories.
June now has a art book on Wattpad too, so I would recommend to go check it out.
I also want to thank JuneTheGlassesBearer once more for helping me out with all this! They were a big help with how Shears would react to certain situations and things. Keeping Shears in character is something I strive for, as then it wouldn't be Shears if i didn't. So, a big thanks to them!
They were also a big help for the next chapter I am making for this story. One that I have been looking forward to making for a while now...
-Chapter Start-
It said a lot that Error didn't even flinch at being stabbed - in body, mind or SOUL - anymore.
It also painted a grim picture when Error could look perfectly fine and calm when one of his bones are ripped off - like his arm and/or leg for example. - his body.
All these things were normal occurrences to him. They happened nearly everyday by someone.
Usually it was Ink...Most of the time it was Ink.
It was one of the main reasons Error didn't want Shears to leave his little AU without him. UnderSwap was one thing, Berry would make sure nothing would happen, or get in contact with someone who can help him if something were to happen. Honey - who was acting so weird now - would make sure nothing would upset Berry, meaning that Shears would be safe if he ever somehow went to UnderSwap-01 without him, even if he does hate Error with all his SOUL.
-Apologizes are nice in a way, he never got one from someone who hated him, but Error always understood actions more then words. Words can just be as important as actions, he knew this, but it is harder to lie with actions. Actions can reflect what is in the SOUL and back up the words.-
But the other AU's would not be so forgiving if Shears were to land there and happen to mention that he even knows Error, much less is a trusted and dear friend to said glitch of a skeleton. Ink might get it in his empty head to hurt Shears. The others wouldn't even think about it, they would hurt Shears.
So that's why, after a week was up, Error made sure to destroy some AU's far away from TailoredTale. It was a toss up, stay close to Shears and risk Ink wondering why Error is staying in one area for so long, or go far off and act normal.
Risking Shears is never a option, so Error went with the last option.
Which lead him to now; Being stabbed via Ink's paint brush.
With a grunt, Error looked to the skeleton in front of him, who had their paint brush at the ready.
Standing to Error's middle chest, Ink wasn't the shortest Sans nor the tallest. Wearing a white t-shirt with paint stains on it, brown shorts, brown boots with paint stains on it as well, and a fluffy blur jacket tied around his waist. He also had Fingerless brown gloves on his hands, blue arm and leg warmers lined with rainbow, his paints strapped around his chest and paint brush in hands. Ink's scarf was tan, with tons of paint stains on it.
It's only fitting that the Creator had so many paint stains on him. He was a stain on Error's life after all.
"Error, stop this N O W ."
'I would if I could.' Error mentally grumbled. Sighing, cracking his neck once, Error just gave Ink a blank stare. Really, with how much his ribs are hurting and how one was already on the ground somewhere, Ink should know better then to demand that. Then again, there is only way to end this. And Ink won't take it, no matter times Error has and will ask. "wILL yOU sTOP CReaTiNG tHEn?"
Dodging the giant paint brush once more, Error knew what the answer was. It never changes.
-With Shears-
"Okay! Just one more stitch..." Shears brightly smiled once the final stitch was done. Giggling, Shears looked down at the dress and accessories he had made.
"You are a fool! He's not going to accept your feelings."
"Do you think I do not know this?" Shears huffed, glaring into the endless white. "I know Error will most likely reject my feelings for him, but that does not matter! As long as he knows and stays my friend, then that is all I need."
"Then you're more then a fool! I'm not going to help you at all. Let yourself heal on your own."
Glancing down at his hands, Shears looked to all the little cuts, scratches and bruises on his hands from sewing and stitching everything he needed. It hurt, but it would all be worth it in the end.
Shears wanted to dazzle Error. To show just how enchanting he could be for the other. While there may be no chance for Error to return his feelings, Berry was right. His little love rival was right, Error would still be his friend no matter what. Error called Shears on of 'his'. That meant more to Shears than anything in the world.
"It does not matter what you do. I will tell Error what I feel." Shears grimly stated, face stern and hard. Nothing and no one would force Shears to stand down from this. Not even that malware that is inside of him.
"Don't come running to me when he leaves you for good."
"I will not have to, as Error will never leave me." Shears lightly scoffed at the very idea. Yet the Voice did not respond, finally going quiet. Lightly huffing once more, Shears looked back down at his hands.
Seeing how much his hands are scuffed and cut up, Shears tightly frowned. Then, a smile grew up one his face. Gather some more threads, Shears started to work on the last piece his outfit he planed to wear for Error.
So what if that stupid malware in him wouldn't heal him. Shears could work around that easily.
"Gloves would be perfect! Ffuffuffuffuffuffu~!" Shears giggled, lightly blushing at the thought of Error. "Oh my dear Error, how I can not wait to see you once more."
-With Error-
"aRE wE doNE yET?" Error groaned out, rubbing his tear marks as he looked to a panting Ink. "i mEaN...DoN'T YOu havE a lIFe? oR doES iT REvOLvE aROuND mE?" Error couldn't help but shiver in disgust at the very thought of being Ink's life.
"I won't stop fighting you until you stop destroying!" Ink snarled, eyes flashing red. "If you would just stop, we wouldn't have to be doing this almost every time!"
"sO, nEvER tHEN." Error sighed, waving around his hand. Ink could only grimace at the motion, as the hand held the rib that had broken off of Error. "thaT'S GreAT. MoThEr FuCKiNG GReaT."
"I don't see why your the one complaining." Ink frowned, getting his paint brush ready to fight once more. "Your the one that doesn't have a life."
"hEY!" Error frowned a bit, feeling a little insulted. Not on his behalf, but on the others that he spends time with. Just because Ink doesn't know about all of them - which if Error has his way, Ink will never know what he does in his free time - doesn't mean they're not real. "i DO haVE a lIFe oUTsiDe OF dEsTroYinG yOU knOW."
"Knitting and making dolls don't count." ink rolled his eyes, watching for a opening to strike. "Face it Error, you only live for destruction. You have no friends. No family. No one to love or call your own. You have no life."
'That's not true.' Error harshly glitched for a moment. 'I have Nightmare and his little gang, the Chara's and Berry...Maybe Honey too. He's Berry, that makes him mine too by association I guess. They're mine. So, they're my own. Not really friends though... And love? I have Shears-'
Error's eye sockets went blank and dark. Mind screeching to a halt like a car going hundreds miles a hour suddenly hitting the breaks for a red light.
Ink, seeing that Error was now distracted, flew in. Lifting his brush, Ink swung it down, hard.
*CRACK!*
-With Shears-
"Now then..." Shears took in a deep breath, sitting tall. "Error, I have something to tell you...No! That will not work."
After finishing the outfit he planed to wear, Shears slipped it on. He never knew when Error was going to come back, only a estimate that Error gave him. Shears wanted to be ready no matter what.
The main part of the dress was a solid dark green. Magenta flowers going around it, close to the bottom, with ruffles of a light green and a dark green under it. His shawl was now wrapped around his waist, making a bow in the back. The dress itself was strapless, so Shears made a black choker with a fold ring hanging off of it to wear around neck, holding the dress up. Also attached to the ring, other then the dress, was makeshift, long, open sleeves. They were blue and black, looking like butterfly wings.
Light pink long socks on his legs and feet, and then he made ribbons and bells to go on his sandals. So that when he walked, he sounded like a butterfly flying in the wind. Shears also made a headpiece to go on his skull, attached to his flowers on his head. It too looked like a butterfly wing.
The final piece to the whole outfit was a pair of gloves, lightly colored. Made as to not let Error see how much damage Shears did to himself, making the whole outfit.
The whole plan was to make Error's SOUL flutter.
But for now, Shears was trying to plan out what he is to say. Hoe to confess his love to the one and only Forced God Of Destruction, Error.
So, that's why he was sitting down, the little Error doll in hand.
Lifting up the doll, Shears looked into the little button eyes. Imagining it was Error himself right in front of him.
"E-E-Error...I-I...I lo..." Shears stuttered out, face getting more and more pink as he went on. Eventually, the pink overtaking his whole face. "...ove...y-y-y-you...I-!"
Giving a little squeal, Shears buried his face into the doll. Taking in deep breaths, Shears tried to calm his fast beating SOUL and brightly flushed face.
'If it is this hard just saying 'I love you' to a doll that looks like Error,' Shears's face twisted a bit in distress. 'then how hard will it be to say so to the real Error?'
Error deserved the perfect confession. One in where he knows that Shears will always love him, even if Error himself doesn't return that love.
Taking in one more deep breath, Shears lifted his head. Looking back down at the doll, all Shears could see was Error smiling at him. It didn't calm his blush or SOUL down, but it did make him more determined than ever to get this right.
"Error...I-I..l-lov-ve..yo-ou!"
-With Error-
Ink's eyes were wide, face twisted in worry. Shocked, Ink tried to move his brush, but found he couldn't. Gulping, Ink took in the sight in front of him.
When he swung his paint brush, it never came down on Error. Never made it to it's target.
Error had caught it.
With one hand, Error had caught his paint brush. Refusing to let it go. Error didn't even look like he was all there, let alone consciously catching a hit directed at him. The glitch's eyes were blank and dark, looking like darken blood. Error glitched harshly, face slack. If Ink didn't know better, and had seen Error lift a hand so nonchalantly to stop and grab the brush, he would think that Error was unconscious.
"Error! Let go this instant-!" Ink cut himself off when Error's head snapped up. Silently screaming, Ink pulled with all his might when he caught sight of Error's face.
ERROR signs littered all over the glitch now, body glitching at a fast pace. Eyes slowly coming back and glowing with magic and life.
The last time Ink saw that, Error had destroyed over a hundred AU's. That had been years and years ago though, so long ago that Ink forgets what had set Error off. All Ink knows is that when Error is too emotional or too lost in his anger, ERROR signs come to life all over him. It was one of Ink's main fears, because it was hard stopping Error when the glitch is normal. it is impossible when Error is too far gone.
Before Ink even knew what was going on, Error yanked the paint brush out of his hands. Frozen, all Ink could do was watch while Error made a portal, threw the paint brush in it, with his Gaster Blasters glitching into existence right behind him.
"inKY."
Ink shivered at the tone. Dark yet darker. Error's face twisted in so many emotions that Ink couldn't even tell what the other was feeling right then.
The Gaster Blasters's mouths opened, magic coming to life inside their glitching skulls. Error lifted his sweater just a bit, slamming his broken rib into place. Using strings to bind it in place. Letting his sweater fall back down, Error just kept staring at Ink the whole time. Ink shuddered, feeling something crawling up his back.
"R U N ."
-With Shears-
"This is going to go horribly."
"I thought that you were finally leaving me be." Shears sniffed, smoothing out his dress from where he was sitting. After feeling like he had enough confidence to say the words to Error, Shears started to make a gift. One made from his very SOUL.
"You know I can never leave you. Besides, why would that glitch want a virus like you?"
Shears stiffened, before forcibly relaxing. Slowly putting down the threads he had been using to make the gift, Shears glared up. "Error would not care about any of that. His SOUL is made of gold!"
"How do you know that? You've never seen his SOUL! And why should that matter? What about your own SOUL?"
"What do you mean?" Shears frowned in confusion, hand coming up to his chest.
"Your SOUL is so tiny. Worthless and weird. Tell me; Why would a God with a so called 'SOUL of gold' want your tiny blackened SOUL?"
That struck Shears. But he hanged on. The stitched up skeleton refused to give in on this. It would be like giving up on Error, which is something that Shears could never do.
"What Error wants, is up to him. Not you." Shears closed his eyes. A soft smile working it's way up on his face as he thought back to Error. "So, your words do no matter. Only Error's."
"Tch! Your just going to get your SOUL broken! Idiotic fool that you are, you don't see that this is just going to end badly! Fine! Do whatever you want."
"I have already planed to." Shears opened his eyes, still smiling.
Placing his hands to his chest, Shears smiled and willed his feelings to Error. Hoping that his love would reach the God, no matter where he was.
-With Error-
Error all but flew back into the Anti-VOID. The tall glitch drenched in so much blood and dust. The portal behind him showing a destroying AU, now silent and covered in dust and blood as it crumbled into nothing.
Almost none of it his own.
"Well, well! Look who it is!"
"Welcome home dumbass."
"Looks like you get that time off you always wanted, Hahaha~!"
"Just how many AU's did you destroy? You're lucky they were all copies!"
Blood smeared and splattered off of him as he fell on to his knees, the portal behind him closing up tight. Dust flaked off him, but Error paid none of that any mind. Not even the Voices could get to him right now. Not when his own thoughts were roaring at him for his own stupidity.
'Love?! Shears?! Nononononononon0n0n0n0n0n0n0n0!' Error was hyperventilating, sweat starting to form on him as he started to claw at his own face in distress. 'I can't love Shears! I can't! I'm nothing but a worthless glitch!'
Blood started pouring off his self-inflected wounds, mixing in with the rest of the blood on him. The Voices started to grow louder and louder, mocking him as always. Error was glitching harshly and at a fast pace, so close to crashing.
'What if Fate finds out?! What Ink does?!' Error started to choke, tears forming but not falling. 'They may not be able to kill me, but Shears can die! Oh stars, what would Shears think of me! A glitch loving him? Not even Shears could accept that... I'm a broken, worthless, good for nothing God that doesn't deserve such things. He might think I'm a pervert or something for falling for him...'
With so many negative emotions in him, Error slammed his down on the white ground. A sickening crack sounded out, echoing out in the endless white. Error lifted his head slowly, the cracks and scars on his skull worse. Even the Voices went silent at the sudden abuse Error laid on himself.
Looking to his blood stained hands that were sticky with dust, Error knew that he was the last thing Shears needed.
He was a killer. The most hated Monster in the whole Multiverse. One that was trapped in a endless cycle that will never end. Error was a glitch, a error as his name implied. With nothing to him but destruction. A destroyer that was choking on Fate's threads, a puppet to his fate. Not even having death to look forward too, as trying to die does nothing. He was fated to be nothing more and nothing less then what he was.
Error is destruction.
Destruction does not love.
Destruction does not fall in love.
Destruction does not feel.
Destruction is just that. destruction.
And...And yet...
'And yet, I've fallen for someone I can never have.' A humorless chuckle rang out. 'Fate is cruel to those they hate. Even when Fate doesn't know it!'
*Drip*
Blinking, Error raised a hand to his cheeks. Pulling away his hand showed blue. Glancing down, Error saw blue mixing in with the red. Another blink making even more blue fall from him.
*Drip-Drip*
"tEaRS...?" Error hoarsely whispered. "i'M...CrYiNG?"
It was like a dam broke. More and more tears falling from his eyes. Clinching his skull tightly, Error curled up, putting his head on his knees. After so many years, Error was crying. His SOUL breaking even further for what will never be. For what he can never have. For wanting something that he can not even wish for. Error let the tears fall, not making a sound as the Voices started up once more. Mocking him for his tears.
'Shears...I...I wish I could...' Error's hands started to leave new cracks on his skull from how hard he gripped his own skull. 'But I can't... You'd never want something like me... I'm lucky to call you a friend. Why...why push that? Why mention something that would never come to pass? Why say something so absurd, something that you would never want or return to me?'
Taking in a deep breath, Error tightly closed his eyes. For once, wishing for something that he can never have. He tried to will all his love, all his feelings for Shears, to go away. The SOUL inside him breaking even further, making the strings holding his SOUL together stitch even further so that his SOUL would stay in one piece.
'I love you Shears.' Error moved his hands down his face, to his chest. Tightly gripping his sweater, right above where his SOUL was, Error gave a broken smile. 'I'll never be able to say it. I'll never be able to show it. But...but I wish I could. But you wouldn't want me. I want...I want-!'
"...i'M sO soRRy... i DiDn'T mEaN ToO..." Error struggled to say, biting his lip enough to make it bleed. Conflicting emotions playing inside of him.
'I never meant to fall in love with you. I'm not meant for love, not formed for such things. You may never know Shears, but I love you. Maybe...no. I'm destruction. Formed for nothing more, living for nothing more. I can still be a friend...but..I-I can't...' Oh, how Error just wanted the pain to stop. He was so used to pain, but this was a new kind. To just rip out his SOUL and end it all, yet he knew it wouldn't work. He's tried it before. Wishing made it worse. He wanted to love Shears, wanted to give all and everything to the enchanting skeleton...but...He couldn't.
Why?
'Fate has deemed it so.'
-With Shears-
A small upside down black heart floated in small gloved covered hands. In the middle of the upside down heart was a dot of magenta.
Pulling the SOUL close, Shears looked down at it.
Softly whispering to it, doubts were heavily swallowed with a thump.
"Soon."
But...
Would hope be enough encouragement?
-End Chapter-
Here it is! I know it took a while, but it is here. DoubleStrings for Life!
I know this chapter isn't as long as my other ones, but I do think it is the most emotional heavy one...for right now that is.
I'm telling you all right now, Error is going to have a way worse breakdown in the next chapter. WAY worse. Please keep in mind that Error is not fully sane, and has many, many issues. While this story is lighter then others, it will still get heavy and dark at times. There is no way out of that with Error. Hell, Shears has issues too that are slowly unraveling. So, yeah, it will get heavy at times. Can't be helped.
For Error to realize his feelings, it had to be one of two things. First option was in a dramatic moment, where Shears's life is on the line. Either that, or Shears even dying and Error finally realizes what he feels for the skeleton. The next option was a random moment. Like, someone mentions something and Error thinks about Shears.
I went with the random moment as you call all see. Error did not take finding out about him loving Shears well. Having so many emotions coming up, making him lash out in one of the only ways he knows how; Destruction. Luckily for Error, he only destroyed a lot of copies. Meaning, he now has a vacation of sorts as he destroyed a ton of copies. The balance is in no way tipped in his favor, but it is no longer close to spilling over like before...for right now that is.
The next chapter is the one we have all been waiting for! I nicknamed the next chapter 'The Confession Chapter' in my head for a while.
Get ready for more feels.