Sans AU One-shots

[🎲] Error's Guilt (Error + Blueberror)

Summary: Error isn't over the incident that happened in the Anti-Void so long ago.

Characters: Error, Blueberror, Ink

Words: 742

Trigger Warnings: emeto ment.
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Error watched him, his body shaking as he struggled to get the words to come out of his mouth. He was hyperventilating, he knew that at least.

Blueberror was building a snowman with Ink on one of Snowdin's many paths, and Error.. Well, he was bent down behind the nearby sentry station, hiding as he desperately tried to calm his breathing.

He hadn't expected this to be so difficult. So.. Impossible. All he'd wanted was to try to say hello to Blueberror, after so much time had passed since the accident he figured that it would be an easy task, but he was wrong. He wasn't as over it as he thought he was, his stomach could barely handle seeing the skeleton laughing and gently hitting Ink's shoulder.

Error turned away from the scene and dug his fingers into the sentry station's wood, trying to get ahold of himself. He killed people, he could tear Universes apart with practically zero effort, he could deal with the entirety of the Multiverse being against him.. just.. just not Blueberror.

He hadn't meant to leave him in the Anti-Void for so long, he hadn't.

The sound of the laughter between the pair getting louder made him clamp his eyes shut, feeling the tears well up as he fought not to teleport away. No. He was there, and he was determined to at least speak to him.

Despite everything, that was still Blueberry.

"Shit.." he hissed to himself, his body letting off a slight hum as it began to glitch out at his stress.

Reluctantly, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. It was okay, he would be okay and nothing would go wrong. Blueberror would forgive him, he would understand. He'd always been forgiving, caring, he'd always been there in Error's time of need no matter what.

Error threw his head back, letting out a slight wince of pain as it accidentally hit one of the station's poles.

"What was that?"

Error froze at the question, the familiar glitchy voice causing his entire body to tense. He'd heard it, of course he had.

"What was what?" The Creator responded.

"Huh? You didn't hear?" Blueberror asked with a small scoff. There was a small pause as Ink only responded with a hum of sorts before Blueberror continued, "It sounded like someone got hurt.."

Error didn't want to turn around. He knew he was visible, the small sliver of the top of his black skull over the station standing out from the snowy backdrop. He didn't want to be seen as a creep or a stalker, not by Blue.

He urged his body to move, internal panic setting in as he couldn't. Why?! Why wouldn't it just cooperate with him?! He fought to keep the bile in his throat as his breathing quickened, the tears falling from his eye sockets again as his vision remained locked on what was in front of him. Nothing. It was nothing, but he couldn't bear to look at anything else.

He heard the sound of footsteps, then the sound of Blueberror saying something, then the sound of two pairs of footsteps. They were looking for him.

He couldn't do this.

His magic sparked as a portal opened beneath him and he fell through, the familiar sound of Ink's voice yelling something as he did.

He landed on the bean bag, almost immediately clamping his hand over his mouth to keep the vomit down from the sudden pressure on his midsection. His vision was blurry, his Soul practically beating out of his chest.

What made him think that would ever possibly be a good idea?!

He rolled onto the floor involuntarily, no longer having the energy needed to move his body as he wanted. What was wrong with him? It was just a simple "hello", it's not even like they had to have a full conversation with each other! A simple "hello", a "how are you" and then a "goodbye", even a child could do that!

'I don't think he did it..'

'Hey, we don't know that!'

"Pfft, of course we do.'

He tried his hardest to block out the voices, the stupid voices. They played as much a part in Blue's demise as he did, if not more so.

He pulled his scarf over his face, letting out a muffled scream as he curled into a ball and sobbed.

Maybe he'd be able to talk to him another time.