?Fangirl? (Error x Reader)

He saw Everything

"Well, at least she's in a good mood today."

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Error was hit with a realization about an hour into his travels in the outside world. It wasn't too big, it was minor, really, though it did make question his decisions once or twice.

Or seventy six times.

And that minor, itty bitty detail began to take an affect on him roughly 14 hours later, when his arms had only started aching. Now, that tiny detail was more of a fact, something that should've occurred to him earlier.

Escaping in a wheelchair was an awful idea.

There was no denying it; it was an outright idiotic move. He partially wished he never gave escape a second thought, although he had to at least try. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he never even tried to live his life as a free man.

He did have a reason for wanting to leave so quickly, however.

Although he wouldn't admit it outloud, the glitchy skeleton suspected that he was going soft.

He was starting to think of you more and more, even when performing idle tasks. He thought of you when he ate breakfast, as it reminded him of the kitchen incident. He thought of you when he saw chocolate, reminding him of your kind treatment when he first arrived. And he thought of you when the sunshine streamed in through the windows, as it reminded him of your beautiful smile.

Wait, did he just think of your smile as beautiful? No, of course not, that would be ridiculous. He totally meant bland, or boring; or literally any negative word that started with the letter b. Yeah, that's what he meant.

Totally.

Shaking his head, the glitchy skeleton looked upwards, trying to find a distraction from the thoughts that clouded and plagued his mind to no end.

Which just so happened to be centered around his housemate.

Taking a breath as he looked at the ever darkening sky, the male scanned the blue atmosphere, trying to pick out anything that caught his attention. This could be a cloud, a star, a stray kite; anything. If something caught his eye, he could focus on it and eventually forget all about the troubles of his own mind.

Gazing over the gateway to heaven, the skeletal figure took note of a runaway balloon, one that floated far off in the distance. At least, he believed it was a balloon. He couldn't quite see it, with his poor vision.

He patted his hips, where his jacket pockets would've been, only to be instantly enveloped in confusion when he didn't feel the bulge of his glasses.

He patted himself down a few more times, before looking down at himself to figure out where they could've possibly been.

He only saw the outfit he had put on at 4 am, and his jacket was nowhere to be found.

Shrugging it off, he was about to return to his examination of the balloon, when he remembered that he was too out in the open for comfort.

Quickly contemplating his decisions, he narrowed his options to two of the best choices he had. 1. Continue off into unknown territory and gain instant freedom, or 2. Return to your home and remain a captured man until he heals, though keeping a roof over his head, food in his magical stomach, and a bed to sleep in.