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You laid there for what seemed like forever, pressing your headphones to your ears. The noise burned. The constant talking or yelling around the house made a rage rise within your chest but you couldn't express it.
These walls were too thin and this family too loud. Your room seemed to creak as if it were fidgeting. You didn't know whether to snap at it or feel sympathetic. You rolled to be on your back, needing to stretch your legs. You heard small pops and cracks as you did.
You forced your mind to wander so you didn't go nuts. You imagined someone would appear and whisk you away. You imagined you'd be saved and you'd have friends and be treated better. You imagined that your friend didn't like contact just like you. You imagined they’d enjoy the shows you did, the games. You imagined they would care about you…keep you safe.
As your mind traveled across infinite marvelous possibilities, a colorful glow enveloped your room. It hurt your eyes a bit so you pressed your hands over them and grumbled quietly. The glow intensified and you felt yourself slipping into a thick wet substance as if your bed was being slowly replaced with it. You hated the feeling of it coating your clothes, hair and skin but you didn't have a chance to move before you fell.
You felt heavy as you fell, you couldn't see much that you zipped past on your way down. You didn't feel panicked, more…confused and fuzzy. Like you were dreaming and the fear didn't set in yet.
Suddenly your movement stopped, you were caught in some kind of canopy. You tentatively moved, looking around to see this canopy was a mass of strings akin to a net or vines.
Looking around more the stark white of the never ending place triggered your panic. It was too bright, making your eyes ache. You didn't know what else to do so you curled into a ball there and shut your eyes.
You repeated one thing over and over. “This isnt real this isnt real this isn't real-” you would have rocked yourself if able to.
Meanwhile error was trying out that knitting thing his former askers had told him about. He wasn't good at it yet. “This is rid-riducul-lous” he mumbled. As he messed up the pattern again.
An echoed phrase caught error’s attention and he peered up at his strings to see a new form curled into a ball being the cause of the noise. He tilted his head curiously and set his knitting aside, making himself a swing with his string so he could go up and see what all the fuss was about.
You whimpered and stopped repeating the phrase, sensing someone was near. You had gotten good at it back at your home. Error looked you over and was unsure of what to do.
“Uh…are…y-you alri-ight?” he asked, a hand hovering over you before he retracts it. You open your eyes and look at error, processing his appearance and voice. “I-it’s too much i-” you feel the tears well in your eyes and feel pathetic “too loud- too b-bright!” you crack, yelping out your words loud and fast like someone will snap at you to shut up.
Error looks at you with something between empathy and confusion. He wanted to ask a lot of questions. How did you get here? Who are you? And so on but he knew he’d get no answer from you in this state.
He sighs and you feel strings attach to your legs and arms and mid. They lifted you up gently and both you and error descended to the floor.you were placed on a massive blue bean bag. It was comfy you admit.
Error hands you a blanket and you wrap it around yourself before you look at him shyly. He takes out a pair of sunglasses next and hands them to you. You put them on quickly, relieved by the dimming of the harsh light.
You seemed to be calming down now so error decided to ask his questions.
“Who are-are you?”
You introduce yourself.
“Ok. i-i’m er-rror” he says in return.
“How did you get here?’
“Bright glow…then falling…gooey?”
He paused for a moment then nods like it makes sense.
“I assume you don't know how to get home then” he says as he sits down in front of you. You shake your head. Even if you did know, you didnt wanna go back at all. At least this place was quiet.
You looked around a bit and sniffled, wiping your nose with your sleeve. “What is this place?” you ask. Error replies quickly “the anti void…my home”.
“Am i stuck here?” you ask not trying to sound rude.
“I suppose so…until i can pin point your AU i-””DONT!” you blurt, cutting him off. You blush embarrassed at your yell and cover your mouth.
Error just nods, not questioning it. He could use the company anyway.
“Well…welcome i guess…”
You asked the universe to send you an angel….
We’ll see what you got.