Error sat comfortably on the beanbag in the anti-void, making another puppet. He quietly hummed to himself, pulling the thread tightly through it's small torso.
Suddenly, a portal opened and in walked Fresh, skipping across the white floor happily.
"Hey, E!" Fresh said. Error nodded in response, still sewing the puppet.
"Yo, I got a new shirt. Ordered it online" He said, grabbing in from the bottom and stretching it, making it visible to Error.
Error looked up and was a bit... Disturbed...
Fresh's shirt had a picture of a Furby on it, with a wavy text that read 'your toes, hand 'em over'
"What the fu[n]k is that" Error asked, his face resembling pure confusion and terror. Fresh only snickered, getting on the floor and sat down next to Error.
"That is the most questionable and disturbing I've ever seen" Error said.
"Good"
(I'm actually asking for this shirt for Christmas, so I wanted to write a chapter about it-)
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