ErrorFresh: Colorblind

CHAPTER III:
Life and Death

Error's POV

As I enter the portal, I didn't look back anymore. I stepped on the universe I've always admired.

The stars gazing above, the sweet atmosphere that surrounds me-- it's all worth my time. I walked passed the glowing flowers, the stones that shine ever so brightly and the path that leads the way to the light.
I was mesmerized by this beauty, I couldn't let it go.

I am not just a monster, and even if how much I convince myself that I am, I knew I am not.

A real monster has no feelings, no emotions, and does not have any intellect at all. I on the other hand, have them... even if it may seem like I don't.

Just a sigh of relief and I sat on the edge of the cliff as I stared at the stars above.

A constellation after another and another, it's just repeats itself. I used to envy this place, knowing that the monsters who live here... are very lucky to be here.

Even if this may considered as a prison with no escape, they were given a chance to see the beauty hidden behind this wonders.
I just wanted someone to realize that I also dream, and hope.

I am not just an emotionless creature.

I sway my feet back and forth in an alternative manner; I happen to keep myself on going just because of such luminous beauty.

I hummed a silent tune-- it was the only thing breaking the silent atmosphere.

"If..."
"Only...."
"I was built..."
"The other way..."

I stared at my swinging feet and finally decided to head back to the anti-void...
I need to check the next universe that I could destroy once more.

As soon as I enter the portal, I groaned as I held out a cry of pain. I tripped as I walked in the anti-void. I clutched my kneecap tightly to ease the pain. "Ughh!! I'm such a idiot!"

"Heck yeah you are broski!!"

"There he goes again..." I mumbled under my breath.
"What are you doing here? You-"

I stared at him for a moment and stared at his features. He wore the same glasses, and outfit; however, his scarf....
He must have possessed a Sans from a Genocidal Timeline.

"Like what yah see, my little blackberry?"

"W-What?! No!! You're just ridiculously bad looking!" I said in defense, I felt my skull heat up, I knew it was obvious so I turned away from his direction as I continue to clutch on my kneecap.

I didn't seemed as bad as I thought it was, it was healed after some use of magic and time-- the bruise was gone now.

"Aren't you suppose to go somewhere and spread your virus. You disgust me..." I growled at him.

"Nah... it's all up too late brah! You should get some hella lot of sleep."
He said it casually as if I didn't notice that.
Did he really just say that?

Jeez. Maybe he's right or not -- cause I'm not sure if he said that or my mind's messing with me right now.

"Go sleep... you look like you went out of a horse's anus..."

"Your one to talk..."

I sat on the floor of the anti-void. Is it really night? I don't know, but I'm tired and sleepy.

I tried to fight to regain consciousness but darkness is winning over me.
I fell, feeling the warmth I laid upon.
I've never felt warmth before.

I slept as I drift off into one thought...
"Why is it so warm?"

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Cold....
It's so cold....

That's what I felt before I met Fresh.
I gripped on my locket....
I never knew why I had this to begin with.

That's when it clicked so suddenly... Why am I remembering this now?
I knew of a legend told long before I came to understand my surroundings.

It was a legend of Soulmates...

A legend of forgotten people who are bound to be remembered by their lovers.

Of course it was joke. It got to be a joke.
At least, not until I discovered the latter part of the legend.
It's said to be that it was held by special people... the person who had been chosen  were bound to find colors that are vibrant and as beautiful as a rainbow.

People who felt warmth just by being with their lovers meant that they are bound to love each other time and time again.
If separated in universes, they'd find a way, even if cause them pain, grief, endless sufferings-- they will not stop until they find that warmth and vibrant colors.

However... if you started to find your separated lover, you will suffer consequences. Hence, you may forget them or they'd forget you.

But neither of us know the results. Neither of us know the outcomes and possibilities. We are bound to take multiple choices and when we do... we must not regret the choice we make.

The lockets we held makes us special... we are destined to find the other half...

I knew it got to be a joke.
It has to be a joke.
No matter how much I tried to get rid of the locket... they just come back.

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I woke up as i rubbed both my eye sockets.
Everything was once again black and white... I panicked internally.
I always panic when this happens, even if I have experienced this countless times... So why am I still surprised and afraid?

Could it be that I'm afraid that one day... I'll loose my vision? That one day... everything will be gone knowing that everything I have seen-- be it good or bad-- will be gone?

The multiverse is cruel... but it's beautiful.
It held secrets and wonders.
But why?

Nobody knows.
Not even me, the destroyer of all.
Not even them, the players of the games.
Not even him, an enigmatic parasite.

"Uhh... i dozed off again. Stupid me!" I physically slapped myself and yelp at the pain.
"Aw..Jeez..." i caressed my throbbing cheek.
It hurts as hell.

I groaned as I stayed like that for at least half an hour not getting up from this comfy pillow.

Pillow...?

I look at where my head was laying and I almost jumped at the sight.
I was laying on top of Fresh's lap. I burned like fire.

I didn't notice it sooner.
I physically kicked him off
and he seems taken a back.

I laugh at his priceless reaction. He seemed surprised seeing how strangely I acted.
Well... Fuck.

Then, a memory-- that seemed all too real flashed before me.

Credits:
Art by me
(Temporary cover, until I get my digital art set :3 )