Tag: error sans

☠🔪 (let’s fookin go this is gonna end stupidly… or awfully)

errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

errorsansrp:

Send “☠🔪” for my muse to wake up in your muses basement, torture equipment around them

Error awoke slowly, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. He opened his eyes, sitting up. 

W͘h͡a̠t̪ t͏ḣe͇ h̆e̋l̔l̒ h᷅a̲p͝p̣e͌n͏e͜dͯ?᷿

He groaned, looking around the room. It was dim, but familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew this place.

Rubbing his skull, he attempted to stand, but only succeeded in making himself dizzy. He sat back down, grumbling quietly.

Ḧ͏̒e̺͆᷃l̔̕͢l̿̆͂ơ̍͛?̴ͪ̃

@stickfingercorps

“well i guess that gives us a time reference, huh? you’ve “visited” my universe here 3 times since then from my point of view. isn’t that interesting? oh, by the way, pal,”

Sans strolled out of view and manifested in a small hand mirror, close to Error on his left

“i might have lied a little about the whole “trapped” thing.”

Error growled at him, smashing his hand down on the small mirror. He knew it wouldn’t make a difference, but he was still pissed.

Î͎͈ d̯͑͗ò͕̌n̲̊̓’͈͍̾t̠̠᷉ l̺̘᷉i̢ͪ᷾k̛̼͜ë̛͘ l̴̡̯i̢̦͞a̩᷿᷀r᷃͗͘s̢̀̚,̷ͤ͢ a̡͆ͣn͗̓͊d̶ͪ̑ I̢͌̓ d͍̥ͅo͇̿ͭn͈͖̐’᷿̓ͬtͫ͋͋ l̘̟ͅi͓͋̓ķ̺᷆e̓ͯ͝ b̨̪᷃e̠͕ͯi̵ͤ͆n̖̣̭ǧ᷉̽ t̮̓᷃o̙͚᷇y̐͂᷁e̳͍͢d̠̓̽ w̤̞᷅i̧᷆̕t̷̖͐h̶̵ͨ.͉̆ͨ

A small pain in his hand sparked the pain in his head more and he cringed, grabbing his skull again.

W̡̠̓h᷅͒ͨạ̸᷀t̶᷿̺ t̘̥᷃h͔͖̀ĕ̜̈́ h̓᷄͞e̘᷈᷅l͚ͣ᷆l̛̎͡ h̶͓͗a̫̦̤p᷊̪ͭp̧̰̟e᷾̈́ͤn̪ͯ̋ë̗᷀d̷̋͝ â᷿̩n̉͆ͪy̛͚ͦw̸̞᷇a͍͐͑y̙̙͐?̼̗͛

“wow, rude”

He manifested in a mirror on the wall right above Error’s head.

“y’know, i don’t like liars any more than you but after 26 times of having everything you love ripped from existence? lying seams like the smart course of action. and after 29?” his pupils vanished and his grin hardened, “well 29′s relatively forgivable but 30′s just a little excessive, don’t you think? so i, heh, pulled some strings and finally caught the itsy bitsy error.”

Mirror felt his heart pounding and turned away. He was in control here. He was in control. He didn’t want to- no. It didn’t matter. What Error didn’t know was that, just before his appearance, this universe had reset. After a genocide run. A run that the Chara had quit for a very long time. Sans had just gotten his brother back. He had everything to lose again.

Mirror took a deep breath and turned around, right eye glowing “so the question now is-” the shards of broken mirror and broken bottles began to quake and melt into a slithering mass, “how big of a patch do i need to fix the bug?”

☠🔪 (let’s fookin go this is gonna end stupidly… or awfully)

errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

errorsansrp:

Send “☠🔪” for my muse to wake up in your muses basement, torture equipment around them

Error awoke slowly, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. He opened his eyes, sitting up. 

W͘h͡a̠t̪ t͏ḣe͇ h̆e̋l̔l̒ h᷅a̲p͝p̣e͌n͏e͜dͯ?᷿

He groaned, looking around the room. It was dim, but familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew this place.

Rubbing his skull, he attempted to stand, but only succeeded in making himself dizzy. He sat back down, grumbling quietly.

Ḧ͏̒e̺͆᷃l̔̕͢l̿̆͂ơ̍͛?̴ͪ̃

@stickfingercorps

“well, look who’s alive after all. howdy sleeping beauty” 

The full length mirror stood between the bars of Papyrus’ ill built cell wall. Sans stood as though he were leaning against the right bar, looking off to the left instead of at Error. Various small mirrors and broken bottles surrounded the glitch where he lay. Papyrus had, grudgingly, tied Error up with some rope from his human trap. Sans doubted it would take his prisoner long to free himself.

He glared at Mirror very suspiciously. He didn’t like the look of this guy. He leaned back against the wall, still rubbing his skull. What the hell had happened?

His eyes narrowed as he looked closer at Mirror. Something about him was… familiar. He sat silent for a few moments, trying to remember where he had seen him before. Then it clicked.

W̑ăi͝t̮ a̤ s̜e͍ćôǹdͧ.͝ Î t̙h᷉o̜ūg͓h̫tͫ y̴o̞u͗ w̟e͘r̠e̔ t͂r͡a͎p̡pͮeͧd͐ i̜ṉ t͘h̵e̗ m̄i̅r̶r̽o̖r̆ ǐn͞ t͒h̝e᷾ a͏b͐y̧s͡s̮?ͭ

“well i guess that gives us a time reference, huh? you’ve “visited” my universe here 3 times since then from my point of view. isn’t that interesting? oh, by the way, pal,”

Sans strolled out of view and manifested in a small hand mirror, close to Error on his left

“i might have lied a little about the whole “trapped” thing.”

☠🔪 (let’s fookin go this is gonna end stupidly… or awfully)

errorsansrp:

Send “☠🔪” for my muse to wake up in your muses basement, torture equipment around them

Error awoke slowly, feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. He opened his eyes, sitting up. 

W͘h͡a̠t̪ t͏ḣe͇ h̆e̋l̔l̒ h᷅a̲p͝p̣e͌n͏e͜dͯ?᷿

He groaned, looking around the room. It was dim, but familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew this place.

Rubbing his skull, he attempted to stand, but only succeeded in making himself dizzy. He sat back down, grumbling quietly.

Ḧ͏̒e̺͆᷃l̔̕͢l̿̆͂ơ̍͛?̴ͪ̃

@stickfingercorps

“well, look who’s alive after all. howdy sleeping beauty” 

The full length mirror stood between the bars of Papyrus’ ill built cell wall. Sans stood as though he were leaning against the right bar, looking off to the left instead of at Error. Various small mirrors and broken bottles surrounded the glitch where he lay. Papyrus had, grudgingly, tied Error up with some rope from his human trap. Sans doubted it would take his prisoner long to free himself.

“looking through the mirror” Mirror Sans cautiously peeked over the bottom rim of the mirror to see if he could see out intot he antivoid. He’d heard some strange voices talking about height and people eating children and was curious.

errorsansrp:

Error had strung up the mirror near his collection, the face of it pointing outward. He currently had an anon strung in front of him, his threads almost black and he was holding a dark orb. If the anon said anything else stupid it would not end well.

“well that doesn’t look diddly darn good no siree,” he murmured.

He wondered what timeframe he was in compared to when Error first took the mirror but shrugged.

“hey buddy maybe don’t do… whatever it is you’re about to do?” 

errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

It was a bit surprising being thrown, and Mirror balanced on the gallery ledge, wobbling to keep up the act. He straightened when the mirror landed and answered Error, despite not being in an angle where he could see him.

“nothing interesting believe me. I’m not like the fruit loops 90s prick, promise. i can’t even leave the mirror,” he hesitated,” i just come from a splinter timeline off the alpha… like these guys.” he gestured at the room and tensed in preparation for Error’s reaction.

He glared, stepping forward. He was more curious than murdery right now. Scooping up the mirror, he tapped it with his finger, fascinated.

I̙f̹ y͇o᷈uͭ’̠r᷉e̻ aͨ ĉh̖i͒p᷀ ōf᷁f̑ t̚hͬe͠ a̲l͘p͖h͍a̅.̑.ͬ.̕ I̩’͠m̬ t́ḁk̫i̢nͪg̊ y̹ŏu᷀ w͑iͨt̻h̫ m͗eͨ.̜ Y͘ǫu᷆ c͜a̽ń’ͮt̿ g̹o̙ a̾n̐ȳw̑h̭e̲r᷀eͦ a̿s̜ f͙a̎r̝ a͏s̈ I̬ c᷊ãn̊ t᷃e̓l᷂l᷆,̂ t̛r̡a̞p̭ṗe̱d͍ iͦnͥ t᷈h͖e͓ m̹įr̗r̆o̺r͠,͜ s̱o͛ iͭt̳ m᷂a͌k͕ȇs̶ m᷈y͜ j͉oͦb̭ e̲ąs̼i̳eͧr̙.̉

He slipped the mirror with a grin into his pocket. He opened a rift into the Abyss, stepping in, humming to himself.

I᷅’̄mͅ g᷂o̫ṅn̔aͣ k̊ḛe͒p͢ ỷōu᷃.̚  He mused.

Not hearing the last part, Mirror released his breath and was careful to step back into his gallery before bursting into laughter. 

“man am i a richard,” he snorted.

Mirror  then pulled out a red post-it note and stuck it to the mirror’s edge. Hopefully Error would assume he was hiding and ignoring him, but even if he didn’t, Mirror now had a peephole into the anti-void. He straightened up and strolled away, whistling back to his home gallery. 

errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

Mirror blinked a little before realizing that Error was trying to shake him. Eager to please (and not sure whether it was a good idea to let Error know that he wasn’t exactly tied to the particular mirror) he stumbled a bit. 

“uh, hey now, no need to rattle my bones buddy,” he chose his words carefully, “i don’t actually look like you exactly, i just kinda assimilated your reflection into my appearance. i guess you could say i possessed your reflection?  i don’t really know. also, in the mirror ‘cause i messed with my gaster’s experiment. yep. so i guess you could call me mirror sans-not to be confused with mirrored sans. that guy’s actually cool.”

Watching Mirror stumble was funny to Error. He snickered a little. The pun was less than desirable, however, and he grumbled lightly. 

Hearing him say he possessed his reflection freaked him out. He flung the mirror, his reaction not unlike a child’s reaction to a bug on their arm. It landed on the couch with a dull thump.

He took some steps back, eyeing the mirror suspiciously. God, that thing was weird, and Mirror too.

W̞h̘a̯t̓ t᷇h᷈e̱ ḧ́eͮl᷇ĺ a͒r̊eͫ y̸òu͟.̈.͂.̣

It was a bit surprising being thrown, and Mirror balanced on the gallery ledge, wobbling to keep up the act. He straightened when the mirror landed and answered Error, despite not being in an angle where he could see him.

“nothing interesting believe me. I’m not like the fruit loops 90s prick, promise. i can’t even leave the mirror,” he hesitated,” i just come from a splinter timeline off the alpha… like these guys.” he gestured at the room and tensed in preparation for Error’s reaction.

errorsansrp:

stickfingercorps:

It was mental debate time for Mirror as he weighed his options. Answer truthfully to a timeline of Error that obviously either hadn’t met him or didn’t have the memory (he knew the other sans had trouble there), or try to continue with the reflection shtick. This was the first time the gaster blasters hadn’t immediately been summoned… maybe honesty could be the best policy.

“i’m a you, my guy. a you in a mirror. uh. there’s not much else actually. as for this,” he waved his right hand around (the reflection of any other sans’ left),”i dunno. its just seems natural once you reflect on it enough.”

Error rolled his eyes, since that was nowhere near what he meant. And the pun almost made him cringe. Sometimes, when encountering different Sanses, he knew how other people felt. Puns were horrible sometimes.

I͐ k̆n̍o͎w̧ y̴o͢u̐’̿r̹eͤ a᷇ S̈ȁn͈ș.̷ I͜’̢m̄ n̕o͒t̘ a͟ m̶o̿r͚o̴n͋.̟ I᷉’͡m᷆ ḁs̆k̝ḯn̯g᷉ w̿h̩a̶t̕ y̠o̽u̮’̮r͓eͣ d͉o͆i᷈n͝g͋ i̝n᷁ a̴ m̹i͢rͩr͢ö́ȓ,̺ a͚nͧd̫ h̀o̸w͒ y᷆o͑u̩ c̬a᷀n̈́ m̔a᷇k̈́e̘ y᷂o̓uͥr͕s͗e͛l̠f̻ l̍o͍o͟k͠ l᷈i͈k̈́e͇ m͂e͜.̱

He picked up the mirror, shaking it lightly, seeing if that affected him. It would certainly be hilarious.

Mirror blinked a little before realizing that Error was trying to shake him. Eager to please (and not sure whether it was a good idea to let Error know that he wasn’t exactly tied to the particular mirror) he stumbled a bit. 

“uh, hey now, no need to rattle my bones buddy,” he chose his words carefully, “i don’t actually look like you exactly, i just kinda assimilated your reflection into my appearance. i guess you could say i possessed your reflection?  i don’t really know. also, in the mirror ‘cause i messed with my gaster’s experiment. yep. so i guess you could call me mirror sans-not to be confused with mirrored sans. that guy’s actually cool.”

errorsansrp:

Watching a reflection of himself morph was one thing, but seeing himself wink and finger pistol was just disturbing. He stepped back a bit, glitching more.

W̖h̵a̾t͟ t̽h͞e͈ h᷄eͦl᷂l͋.̩.͉.̐ W̝h̠a͔ṭ aͧr᷁eͫ yͥo͡u̟?̂ a̐nͣd᷁ h͘o͑w͝ a͏rͫeͣ y̛o̩û d̏o̚i̩n̄g̮ ţh̵a̶t̺?̖

He was confused and intrigued. This was fascinating.

It was mental debate time for Mirror as he weighed his options. Answer truthfully to a timeline of Error that obviously either hadn’t met him or didn’t have the memory (he knew the other sans had trouble there), or try to continue with the reflection shtick. This was the first time the gaster blasters hadn’t immediately been summoned… maybe honesty could be the best policy.

“i’m a you, my guy. a you in a mirror. uh. there’s not much else actually. as for this,” he waved his right hand around (the reflection of any other sans’ left),”i dunno. its just seems natural once you reflect on it enough.”

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?”