"Why am I here?" "Still not gonna tell you." " Really? " "yes, really." " you're the worst. " "why thank you."  "Wh-" "I said don't ask questions." He glared at you.

Once you had gotten back to "the place you started" he had tied you up in his strings again. He was currently just standing there, staring at you. He whispered something to himself, about you not being good enough for.... Something. You couldn't understand the last bit, but it sounded important.

"So, uh... Error, why are you here?" " I've always been here. "     " How old are you? " " I dunno. " 

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