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White; Everything was white. It was an endless void, yet it was so tight. Quiet, yet so loud, and he couldn’t do anything about it. The god of destruction who spends most of his time destroying AU’s couldn’t. But that isn’t what bothered him. It was the Rainbow 90s freak who would barge in unannounced in his home. HIS, not Fresh. Error couldn’t stand the way he spoke, dressed, acted, just everything, but Fresh didn’t care. Of course, he didn’t. He’s just a parasite. He hated that.
Error sat on his cushioned beanbag while watching the newest undernovela in peace. But who said that peace was an option? Fresh surely didn’t.
“Sup Broski!” And there it goes. His quiet time. Fresh appeared right behind his beanbag. Maybe if Error didn’t respond, Fresh would surely leave him alone.
“Dude, you’re seriously watching that again? You should spend some time outside my guy-”
“OH MY GOD, WILL YOU JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH!?” Error snapped. Fresh wasn’t surprised, though. It’s quite common for the glitch to shout at him after two sentences. He could barely have a conversation with him.
“Jeez, you’re quite cranky. Mind if I sit right next to ya?”
“No.”
“But you’re always here in this weird void. I barely even see you, dude.”
“No, is no.” Fresh still sat down on the floor and started getting comfortable which pissed off the god of destruction, but he was suddenly in the air, wrapped by blue strings. Error stared at him with a scowling face and left the void. He needed some space.
He opened a pixelated portal and arrived in outer tale, a place where Fresh surely wouldn’t bother him. He sat on a cliff and observed the luminous sky where the stars twinkled as the night went on, filling the dark space above him. They always catch his eye as they were some sort of comfort for him, something that not even a person ‘nor monster could give. It calmed him down, especially when he was on the verge of glitching and panicking. It’s as if the sky was opening up to him and silently telling him he was safe here and he was free to do what he enjoyed.
He spent most of his time in outer tale where he tried to not think about the incident this morning. He wanted to get rid of that highlighter, but it was impossible thanks to that stupid thing in his eye.
“That 90s freak better be thankful I didn’t shove him with Nightmare or whoever else he hated.” But Error had to admit, he was WAY better than Ink. Fresh never tried to hug him or poke him, unlike that stupid, miserable artist. Error didn’t notice the smile growing on his face as he thought of Fresh.
Meanwhile, Fresh stared at the spot where Error had just left. His “eye” didn’t leave the spot until he got bored staring at the white, blank floor. He twisted around until the strings finally snapped and saw the undernovela playing.
“Why does that glitch always enjoy this stuff? I thought he enjoyed destroying, not watching.” He asked himself. Well, he was all alone, so Error surely wouldn’t mind if he watched some Undernovela. It was a silly idea, but Error seemed to enjoy it. Maybe Fresh would as well.
He binged the whole episode while Error was gone and he seemed to enjoy it despite not knowing the plot. It was that good. He rested on the comfortable blue beanbag and was too comfy to notice the glitch coming back. Maybe they’ll get the chance to talk.