?Fangirl? (Error x Reader)

He saw Everything

The choice was obvious.

Turning around and deciding to return to your residence and recuperate, the male tried to map out his return route based off of the landmarks he remembered.

He could either go back the way he came, which was looping around the town by travelling through the forest, or take a shortcut through the city.

"EeEeEeeERrrrrRGhh, i dOn't tHiNk hAve enOUgH tIme tO lOoP aLl ThE waY aRound AgAIn, tHat mIgHt tAke tOo lOnG..." He muttered, glancing wistfully at the woods, already knowing which route he had to go with.

"BUt gOd, I dOn'T wAnNa seE aLl tHoSe PeOpLe." He grumbled, rolling his eyelights as he manually pushed the week h- wheelchair. He suspected that he might draw unwanted attention if he used the motor.

Such advanced people like him would most definitely catch the eyes of commoners, should he use such a sophisticated creation.

Rolling back towards the town, the male made sure to cross through the darkest possible alleys, where no intelligent commoner would go.

Due to the fact that very few people actually think it's a good idea to walk through such shady areas, that overall minimizes the chance of being jumped.

If no one goes in, there's nobody to stop you from coming back out.

The sound of the wheels smoothly gliding along the concrete was pleasantly echoing through the alley, giving off a serene feeling.

It would have been calming if he hadn't heard the faint noise of someone slamming a door open, a heavy pair of footsteps, and the noise of someone pushing another person to the floor.

Error's intuition told him that it would be in his best intrest to investigate what the cause of the sounds were, so he hesitantly wheeled in the direction of the commotion.

Truth be told, he didn't feel right doing it. He knows just how unjust it is to spy on someone, and how invading it is as well.

Back when he was living in the proper timeline, or actually his antivoid, he found himself being spied on whenever he left his sanctuary abyss. It was more often than not, an unpleasant experience, one of which he would not enjoy going through again.

There was often the case where he would end up having to spy on his enemies, in a matter of life and death.

This time was different. He was fully aware that it was both unnecessary and unjust to be spying on someone who most likely didn't deserve to be spied on, but his nonexistent gut was telling him too. And his intuition had never failed him yet, so why risk it now?

Rounding a corner out of the shift alley he had just been in, the glitched skeleton came upon a large house. It was similar to the size of your own, though Error thought your house still looked better.

And yes, he was definitely biased.

Dismissing the thought, the male continued to investigate the outer appearance of the structure. It was a pale white, though not a pleasant "antivoid white," like yours.

To him, it appeared to be more like "The wannabe weirdo white."

Rolling his eyelights at the poor color choice, he tried not to question the intelligence of the house owner. Who on Earth is dumb enough to mess up white? All these thoughts ran through his head as he looked around for the source of the noises.

And then he saw it.

Laying in a heap on the front lawn of the house trembled a frail girl, one who looked as if they spent the day in he*l itself.

Error could see the house from a side viewpoint, and should've been able to see the side profile of her face, but she was collapsed on the floor with her arms blocking her face.

He felt empathy for the girl, knowing what it was like to be hurt and helpless, and had the strong urge to anonymously alert the authorities of  potential abuse.

But then a loud voice started shrieking.

"YOU LAZY, PATHETIC, PIECE OF TRASH!! GET BACK UP AND WORK!! WORK, OR I'LL THROW ANOTHER VASE AT YOU, YOU LOUSY, INCOMPETENT, IDIOT!!"

Error was startled by the loud voice, causing a large amount of new Error signs to materialize, and snapped his skull in the direction of the voice.

Standing on the porch of the house stood a plump lady, one who looked like she could use a treadmill. He already could tell thay she had anger issues based on the way she carried herself, as he was one to know.

She had a pale face and a wig, and was currently only wearing a bathrobe that was surely expensive. But the thing that had paid attention to was the partially-broken vase in her right hand, with broken and chipped edges, as if it were bashed against a person or surface at great force.

It was dripping a crimson liquid.

Error refocused his attention on the girl on the floor, who had begun stirring. She shakily put her arms to the side, sitting up slowly, with her head down. Her hair blocked her face,  stopping him from seeing who she was.

He wondered if he could be pf any assistance to her whilst still remaining anonymous, though his thoughts were immediately put on hold when she spoke.

Looking up, her hair fell back, exposing her battered and bloodied face. She wore a bloody facemask, hiding her mouth and cheeks, though her gorgeous eyes were in plain sight.

Attempting and failing to remain sitting upright, she collapsed back to the floor, curling her fists on the ground.

Clenching her eyes together, she spoke, her voice hushed to a whisper. She whimpered quietly, almost under her breath, though audible to Error.

"Y-yes M-mistress." You spoke, your voice being recognized by the skeleton.

"GOOD!! NOW GET BACK IN HERE AND WORK, YOU WORM!!" The woman screamed, throwing the vase at your legs before he could react.

It hit your legs hard, drawing a strangled noise to emit from your throat, and causing a smile to form on the lady's face. Error stood in shock and anger, knowing he was unable to do anything about it.

Error couldn't do anything but stand and watch as that lady picked the shattered remains of the vase off of your pained figure. A feeling of indescribable fury washed over him, darkening his face and urging him to get blood on his hands.

The lady walked slowly into the house, stopping to look back at you, though it wasn't out of pity. She looked at you with malicious intent, a dark gleam in her eyes.

"Oh, by the way, you runt.  Don't even think of telling anyone. The usual, you know the drill. No one would believe you if you tried, anyways. Why? Oh, simple, really..."

"No one saw, so it didn't happen."

The woman then disappeared into the safety of her home without another word, leaving you broken on the floor. Error grinned, his eyelights darkening to the color of blood. That woman was oh so wrong. Because there was one person who saw it.

He saw everything.

*Error was filled with H̷͚̥͌͊̆͂͛̓͗a̵̛̓͜t̵̙͔̦̰̉̏̏̊̈́̕͝e̸̫̼̎̐ *

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(Previously in this spot was a toxic note from my ex-editor, please disregard)