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Made a fic to prove my worth??? Is that what I need to do to get requests
Might one day make a book exclusively for FGOD error. He's my favorite Version of him and I love him uwu
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Opposed to popular belief, Error had a soul.

He understood it might be a hard concept to grasp. Apparently, Ink and Dream has spread that rumor across the entire multiverse. Almost every orginal version and a few copies of each AU knew.

The destroyer of worlds had a soul.

not a grand one, and not a black one oozing with hatred.

It was a shame to look at, sometimes.

It was riddled with cracks and slight breaks, little pieces floating near it. A light tint of blue, that occasionally glitched. It was held together by a bright red string wound through it.

It belonged to fate.

The god who tore him from his home and everything he'd ever known to face hatred and pain for eternity. Error couldn't help but scowl at her whenever he took a glance at his broken soul.

The red string was bound to him, never to be removed. It was there from the beginning- from when his soul was in one piece and he had woken up in the antivoid.

He knew there was something before that. He just couldn't remember at all.

He was a sans. He had a home, and a family.
{a brother.}

he couldn't remember what they even sounded or looked like. what were the differences between his universe and the others?

{it could have been anybody else and of course it was me.}

That red string would never let his soul break apart. He wouldn't die, no matter how old, how broken, how despairing he was. Even if he clawed apart his own soul, it would do nothing but cause unimaginable pain. It would just come back together again. He just wanted to die, to finally rest. But he knew that time would never come, no matter how many times he's injured by the Squid, flashlight, octopus, or anybody else. Though it seems like Ink hadn't noticed that, yet. It could be used to an advantage.

The string would burn when Ink created, causing an ache in Error's body that only got worse with time. Fate decided that both of the gods protecting the balance couldn't fail, so they forced Error to do it whether he liked it or not.

And the voices. He hated the voices. Spiteful and angry and full of hatred. Sent by Fate- another way to make sure Error didn't slack off. They would start chattering during large periods of silence or peace. When the burning started in his soul, they would yell at him to get up. To kill to end to destroy. Even if he didn't like it, he had to.

He was only obligated to listen.

He cursed fate. People romanticized fate's strings all the times, but they never truly understood the pain the deity could cause.

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(464 words, not counting this or the intro)
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