?Fangirl? (Error x Reader)

Fire

Like metal.

Slowly, the knife began to heat up, turning a light shade of red. You were careful, paying close attention to the coloration of the blade, not wanting to heat it up too much.

You didn't want to accidentally burn the skeleton, now did you?

No, no you did not. Thus the reason why you swiftly turned the blowtorch off before the knife could grow red hot, setting the heating device aside. Glancing back down at the resting male below you, you shuddered, not wanting to think of what could happen to him if things went wrong.

As you slowly and cautiously brought the warm knife down on the cuffs, you thought back to your previous comment about fire. The trickly little thing was incredible picky, was it not?

For things it liked, such as metal, it would quickly heat up. The fire would transfer its warmth though said material, and would usually take quite a while to cool down.

However,

For materials it did not like, the flames wouldn't react as quickly. Instead of passing through them in an instance, it would hold back, slowly and gradually heating it up.

This was the case for Foamglas.

As your knife quickly weakened the matter that constituted the restraints, the Foamglas did a wonderful job at preventing the heat from passing through, sparing the unconscious skeleton from being burned. At the sight of the deteriorating cuffs, you reached for your pliers, pinching on the most insubstantial of points before tugging at it.

Surprisingly, this snapped off a large piece of the cuffs, which allowed you to remove the restraint in its entirety.

You looked down at the resting skeleton, shuddering to yourself, knowing full and well how powerful he was when it came to magic, even if he only had a fourth of it. This could've been a fatal move on your part, and was extremely risky.

What were to stop him from making an end of you now?

Well, it seems you were just going to have to trust him. To trust in the fact that he wouldn't hurt you. You couldn't keep him under lockdown forever anyways, it was going to have to come off at some point. No one should have to live in shackles for the rest of their lives.

You sighed softly, regathering you things, before exiting the room.

* * *

Something changed.

He felt it in his bones as soon as he woke.

Error slowly sat up, groggily rubbing his eyesockets, groaning quietly. The first rays of sunlight were beginning to peek out from behind the cotton-candy colored clouds, the warm beams of light shining brightly through the windows and into his eyelights. Birds chirped joyous songs as a slight wind blew outside, rustling the green grass speckled with fresh dew.

Mornings were not his favorite.

The glitched skeleton sighed softly, stretching and yawning, shaking off the remaining fogginess that clouded his mind after sleeping. He instantly felt a surge of energy, as if some burden had been lifted, causing him to get up at once. Grabbing his crutches, the male swiftly walked out of the room, heading towards the bathroom to prepare himself for the day.

* * *

All throughout the day, the skeleton felt . . . better. It was hard to put into words just exactly what he was feeling, but it was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.  He felt stronger, finding it easier to use his crutches, his arms taking longer to tire out. He felt more energetic, bringing a stronger sense of livelihood to the house, the building seeming to hum with vigor. And for once, he actually sat down and ate on the sofa, instead of slowly picking at his food throughout the course of the day. It still wasn't eating at the table, as was the intended purpose of the furniture, but close enough.