Daybreak [ Error!Sans x Reader ]

11. Pulling the Strings

"You know you want to."

There we are, Error thought to himself. He looked upwards to see [Y/N] crouched on top of the clfff edge that hovered before him, poised more so like a wild animal, ready to pounce at a moment's notice. But why had [Y/N] chosen to remain here, trapped within their own world of dust and ruin? He had thought that the nature of the soul weapon drove the human to kill and never stop, a machine that would never turn off until every last living thing in the infinite number of universes lay dead in a pile of their own dust.

"You want to see this world eradicated," [Y/N] mused, jumping down from the ledge, falling about five feet until they landed on the ground beside him. Their fingers danced around the hilt of the knife clutched within their hand, a menacing ebony black blade laced with thousands of miniature specks that seemed to reflect the stars in all of their grandeur. "There's no need for our truce anymore, after all, truces are nothing more than agreements that were made to be broken, isn't that what you said? Besides, I'm not fit to be Ink's heir, most likely yours if this whole balance bullshit that everyone keeps talking about is true. By the end of this I'll probably take over for you while some poor fool is chosen to take Ink's place and thus the wheel will turn."

"It seems you've already done the work for me," Error chuckled, his eyes staring at the weapon, looking for any indication that it might swing to attack him. But a part of him itched to follow through, to wrap his strings around the damn fabric of this universe and watch it all shatter and vanish.

"I don't have the power to eradicate the codes of timelines," [Y/N] snapped. "Only you do, which makes you an asset and also an annoyance. You strive to simply delete timelines and insist that it's a less messier, more efficient way of dealing with things. But why do that when there's so much fun to have? You could kill, watch every living thing bleed and suffer and then take it all away. At least have fun doing your job."

"A thankless job, that's for sure," Error muttered. "And hey, what can I say? I like having finesse to what I do, leave less messes to mop up later. The more carnage and destruction you create, the more hate that manifests within the timeline so when you finally do delete it, there's more hate that's left over. So even when everything's gone, you still have a big ugly pile of hate that's roaming around the Void, which can turn around and bite back later. I prefer to delete the universes earlier on so there's less of it walking around."

"That's the difference between us," [Y/N] said, their grip around the blade tightening. "You've grown old in your job, wanting to get things done and straight to the point. But what's the point of having a job if you can't enjoy it? Maybe it's time for you to go into retirement."

"Thanks, but I like doing what I do," Error shrugged and sidestepped as [Y/N] launched themselves from where they were sitting, swiping the knife across the air where he had been sitting only miliseconds ago. "And I may have been doing my job for a while, but I sure as hell know how to fight."

He brought his hand downwards, blue strings materialising from the tips of his fingers. "You've picked the wrong fight to lose," he sighed and watched as the cords took on a life of their own, snaking across the dust-ridden ground to [Y/N]'s feet.

"Is that your only attack?" The human shook their head, laughing as they launched themselves from the wall, spiraling through midair and landing metres away from the blue strings. With a slash of their knife, a [F/C] jagged cut materialised in the air and flew towards Error with a life of its own, colliding with the rocky wall behind him. The underground shook, dust and rock falling from above.

"I've got a few other things up my sleeve," Error yawned and jumped onto a Gaster Blaster, a glitched thing that was a shell of the weapon it had once been. He wondered if he had ever set it upon a human in his old forgotten timeline, used it to incinerate the damn creature just as so many other comedians in various timelines did during their genocide runs. A black beam shot from the mouth of the blaster and towards the human, missing only by inches as [Y/N] laughed and dodged the attack, dragging their ebony knife against the rock walls as they danced across the ground, avoiding blue strings and black lasers.