errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

@spared-sans (for some reason it won’t let me @errorsansrp)

(important detail: mirror can’t actually be seen by anyone while he’s spying outside home unless A. he reaches out to them or B. that person also exists outside an AU. like Error)

It was an ordinary day for the sanster. Wake up to Paps saying good morning, check the mirrors at each station, chat with Toriel, leave the home gallery to wander into his personal void, and watch some wholesome drama via Asgoro’s mirrored shades. After hours of the novela, he began his trek home, passing by hundreds of peepholes into various AUs. 

Then he heard a familiar glitchy laugh from one of the mirrors and stopped. Error was at it again. He tried to resist the urge to peek in, but failed.

Error had finally found one of the timelines he’d been searching for. Each soul was already taken, he just had a few last minute details to complete, and he would be done.

He flicked through the coding, seeing if he would find a reason as to why this one existed. He sighed when he couldn’t find any information. He hated when that happened.

Bored, he decided to snag a few things before he left. Looking around the room he was in, he grabbed a bar of chocolate, some Sea Tea, and a set of blue slippers. 

He was about to leave when he saw a flicker in a mirror. Curious, he walked over to it, peeking at it.

Wͮhͬa̵tͯ t᷅h̰e̞.᷇.᷁.̰?̿

Mirror shifted his appearance when he noticed Error approaching, trying to take the other Sans’ visage. He had long ago perfected the art of ‘mirroring’ other people’s movements, but he couldn’t replicate the glitches. Giving up any attempt to not be noticed, Mirror flashed twin finger pistols and winked.

“Hey there hot stuff, come here often?”