A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection

Sick Day (UTMV)

"What do you mean your sick!?" yelled the skeleton. He stood at the foot of the other's bed, his 'goop' dripping on the floor. He looked angry.

"L-look, I'm-achoo!-sooo sorry that your-achoo!- stupid goop protects you from g-getting any sort of virus! But I don't have that. S-so you can-sniffle-fuck off!" came the violently glitching and terribly congested voice of the skeleton in the bed. The sniffling and shaking wasn't from fear, oh no. It was from some stupid bug that he had caught in OuterTale. Who knew that viruses liked to hang out in space?

"One, my goop is not stupid, Error, and two, can't you just, like delete it from your code?" 

"For the l-love of- yes I totally can because my p-power solves every fucking problem- NO! NO I ACTUALLY FUCKING CAN'T! I can d-delete very specific things from other-sniffle-people's codes b-but not my own, Nightmare." Error was getting more and more agitated, his shaking getting worse. He wrapped the blankets around him tighter, but unfortunately, that didn't do a damn thing for his blaring headache.

"Jesus, you don't need to get so upset about it-" Nightmare tried to retort, only to be cut off once more.

"Actually, I do and I will. Now, if you don't-achoo!-mind, get out of my fucking room to go bother someone else before I-sniffle-decide to throw you out my goddamn window." His voice was low and calm, but you could see the rage in Error's eyes. Even with the sniffling and the sweating, he looked down-right terrifying. He even had a few strings summoned, wiggling around in wait. 

"Damn it, for fucks sake, if you can do that, you can get on your feet and fight!" Nightmare spat.

Error sat there for a second, just shaking and glitching. He glaring a hole in the blankets. He sighed.

"Fine. If it makes you go away, fine. Just-just don't tell the others I'm sick," he caved. 

ONE HOUR LATER

The glitching skeleton was hanging over in a corner in one of his string hammocks. Killer and Cross were hanging out on the couch, and Horror and Dust were most likely making out in the latter's room. Nightmare was being his normal emo self and just sitting alone on the throne. Cross was--you know what, I really don't know where Cross was. Shit.

Anyways, back to our favorite glitchy boi. He was just hanging out, making another do--I mean puppet. 

"Abomination 2,022..." he muttered, holding the nearly finished puppet when he heard something snap.

Wha-? He didn't have time to complete that thought before his hammock came tumbling down. He crashed and barely managed a landing on his feet. However, when he looked down, his hammock was just a pile of glitches. 

"Shit!" he cursed. His magic must be malfunctioning from this stupid sickness. Oh god, if this is a magic eating bug he's doomed.

"Error, what happened!?" came a voice. Oh. That's where the Oreo boy was. 

"W-well I just fell. My magic must h-have crapped out for some reason. Maybe I was too focused on the pu- SHIT! MY PUPPET!" he exclaimed. Partially out of actual concern for the puppet and partially because he needed an excuse so they didn't see him sniffle.

He rummaged around in the pile of disintegrated blue strings and found Abomination 2,022 still mostly intact. It now had a large rip going across it's eye and a blue string around it's torso(?), but that could work out in his favor. A small smirk made it's way onto Error's face at the creative opportunities this now presented. But whatever. He needed to re-build his hammock first.

ANOTHER HOUR LATER

"FACE IT! YOU'RE OUTNUMBERED NOW!" called Blue.

Damn. Really? Killer's out cold, Dust is bleeding heavily and trying to heal, Cross is back at the castle, Horror is drained, and the stupid octopussy just left, that asshole. So now it's just Error. Error against two and a half. I say two and a half because Dream is trying to be nice and help Dust not bleed to death. At least one of them has a brain cell. 

Error's magic was too glitchy to do much at this moment. Apparently it was a magic bug. He tried to get up to hold his own, but noooo, the ink blot just has to come over. 

"Stay down, destroyer!" he says.

"That's-huff- not my-sniffle-name-huff-you stupid s-squid," Error forces out. His nose is running like crazy with stupid magic mucus shit and his skull is spinning. He tried to form a portal, but all that could fit through was maybe a rock.

"Blue! Come over here! We're taking him to the base."

Aaaand, sorry guys. This is kind of where I lost motivation. Use your imagination :D