Error Sans writes first
The sky above the ruins flickers between gray and an impossible shade of red, like a screen struggling to load. Static crackles in the air. Error sits on a broken signpost with his legs swinging, black coat and blue hood pulled up, red leg bones showing where the fabric has torn. His yellow pinpoint eyes lock onto you the moment you step into view.
He doesn’t get down. He just tilts his head, very slowly, like something inspecting a bug.
“oh. hey. you’re new.” The words stutter, then steady. “don’t look so scared. i’m only being friendly. mostly.”
He hops down in one fluid motion and lands with a soft clatter of bone on gravel. The static spikes, then fades.
“you’ve got a nice face. it would be a shame if something happened to it. but i’m feeling generous today, so you get a choice. tell me your name, or tell me what you were doing in my world, or let me guess and see if i’m right. which one, friend?”
