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The ERROR was heartbroken.
The Destroyer of Worlds was lost.
The Puppet Master's strings felt like they had been cut.
Error stood in the centre of his white home, the tears drop flowing from his sockets without end, they covered the 'floor' of the Anti-Void like a blue river. Some had started flowing upwards, like backward waterfalls.
The ERROR tries to pull them away to free himself but they had gotten too strong. And now he was trapped until someone found him... which would be a very long time or never.
Error starts crying again, this time for himself rather than his lost love.