In the span of the few days Error had stayed in your household, he had come to the realization that you were excellent at cooking.

He was not.

The skeleton watched as you poured homemade batter into muffin pans, humming a joyful tune as you placed them in the oven.

Grabbing a pan, you cracked several eggs into perfect halves, tossing the eggshells in the trashcan before scrambling them. When you had finished the eggs, you poured them in a bowl and set it aside, slipping oven mitts on.

The fifteen minute oven timer alerted you that the main course was finished baking as you grabbed the tray and placed it on the stovetop.

You washed the dishes you had made in wait for the food to cool, but still had time to spare. You sat down on one of the swivel kitchen counter chairs, across the counter from the destroyer. You smiled, your attention on the food. You failed to notice Error looking at you.

The male skeleton was completely and utterly confused. Why did the food look so good? Why did it smell so good? Why did it make him hungry for food other than chocolate? How did you make it so fast? What was that yellow thing you just cooked?

Although he had many questions, Error silently prayed that you wouldn't look at him. He didn't want attention, he just wanted answers. Answers to all the questions on what, how, and why you cooked.

Feeling like you were being watched, you turned to the destroyer, noticing his facial expression.

"What's wrong? Do you need something?" You asked politely, soiling his hopes of not being questioned.

Error suddenly didn't want answers, the attention getting the better of him. It made him uneasy, as to be expected from soemone who never recieved much in the first place.

The skeleton looked down, eyelights trained on the ground. He silently pointed at the food, mumbling inaudibly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Could you speak up?" You asked, tilting your head.

Error repeated what he said, slightly louder, yet still too quiet to be heard.

"Umm, you're still talking too quietly. Come again?" You asked, trying to figure out what he had just said.

The destroyer shifted in his seat, lowering his skull until most of his face was hidden in the shirt. He grabbed the shirt's hem and started subconsciously fiddling with it.

"ErR, whAt iS thAt?" He questioned, voice hushed as he nodded towards the food.

"Oh, um, it's just some chocolate chip muffins and eggs." You explained.

"eEeEeeGgs?"

"Yes? Would you like some?" You offered, grabbing the eggs and muffins.

Upon placing the bowl of eggs in front of the skeleton, he backed up in his seat, eyelights locked on them.

"Umm, Error, are you okay?" You asked, not quite understanding what he was doing.

Now that the yellow object had been placed in closer to him, Error was able to see it in detail, rather than it simply looking like fluffy yellow clouds as it did before. Up close, the foreign item looked . . . strange. Otherworldly, even.

"wHo aRe yOu aNd wHAt aRe yOuR moTiVeS?" He asked, facing the bowl.

Because eggs are inanimate, they did not respond.

"AnsWEr mE."

The eggs stayed still.

"i'M nOt pLaYiNg aRoUnD, iF yOu dOn'T rEsPoNd, I mAY hAvE tO rEsOrT tO uNpLeAsAnT mEthOdS oF mAkInG yOu tAlK." He growled, poking the eggs tentatively.

The eggs fell over.

Error gasped, a combined look of shock and rage present on his face. He grabbed two swivel chairs in one hand and raised them over his head, directly above the eggs.

"ARe yOU mOCKING mE?!!?1??1!!" He questioned, sounding more like a yell. His voice had become slightly more distorted, and the ERROR signs on his body were moving at a faster pace.

You squeaked, quickly throwing ypur arms over the food as you desperately tried to save it.

"I-it's okay! Don't smash the food into the table, what's going o-on?!" You asked, fearing for the food.

The food, of course, remained still.

"thAt'S aN aLIeN, nOt fOoD!11!1 kILl iT!" The destroyer shouted in reply, raising the chairs even higher above his skull as he planted his free hand on the table, most likely to hold himself steady in preparation to smash the counter in.

"T-this isn't an alien, it's the eggs!! It's food, you eat it, y-you're not supposed t-to smash it into the counter!!" You stuttered, beginning to fear for yourself.

You had only just realized that you were in direct line of the food, of which Error planned to crush with chairs. With his supernatural strength and the heavy weight of the two seats, well, you were well aware that your fragile human bones stood no chance. If he were to follow throw with his swing, you'd most likely die instantly.

Was food truly worth your life?

Your heart began to hammer as you clenched your eyes shut, not wanting to see the attack coming. The fear and adrenaline you were currently feeling suddenly brought back unwanted memories. Memories of-

"uMm, y/N? wHaT aRE yOu dOiNg?" Error asked, tilting his head to the side.

You were currently trying to hide under the counter, knees pulled to your chest as you stared wide-eyed at seemingly the ground. Once you realized where you were and what you were doing, you immediately shot upwards, only to knock your head on the flat surface of the countertop.

This caused quite a few events to take place. One, everything on the counter flew into the air. Two, they all fell back down, most of which landing back in place. Three, the bowl had tipped over and spilled all the eggs on the floor before the bowl fell back on the counter. Five, Error began cheering at "the downfall of the alien" and began tease the fallen food. And six, you grabbed your head and tried not to cry.

As you were trying to stop yourself from crying, you let out a quiet groan of pain, instantaneously catching the destroyer's attention.

The male skeleton looked back over to you, noting that you were obviously in pain. The sight had froze him on the spot, as he did not quite understand what to do.

Should he say something? Give you something? Ask if you're okay, even though you obviously aren't? (Even though everyone asks anyway) Was there a certain ritual that was to be performed?

The questions filled up his mind as the skeleton struggled to respond to your pain. He was he supposed to act? Was it best to just act the same way he always does?

Was it best to act like he didn't care?

Error knew that playing it cold was probably the safest way to go, despite how it made him feel. He still needed to be cautious, though it was getting harder to remain so.

Before Error could overthink the situation more than he already did, you stood up and rubbed your head, before checking to see if anything spilt. Once you saw the eggs had been knocked over, you sighed sadly.

"My eggs . . ." You mumbled, cleaning up the mess they had caused. After the eggs had been dumped and the floor cleaned, you turned to the male figure and smiled awkwardly.

"Haha . . . so, um, I'm going to remake the eggs, the non alien eggs, which may take a bit considering I put everything away and all . . . so, uh, feel free to start eating the muffins, I should be done before you finish." You offered with a sheepish grin.

"nO." Error immediately responded, sitting up as he spoke. He had subconsciously reached a hand in your direction, but noticed as much and retracted shortly after.

You were startled by his quick and sudden movement, but stayed in the same place as you tilted your head.

"No? What do you mean 'no'? Don't you want to start eating?" You asked, confused.

Error seemed to look to the side, you originally thought he was rolling his eyelights, but noticed how he was fiddling with the hem of his shirt and decided that was not the case.

The glitched skeleton huffed, his facial expression looking like a combination of a pout and anger. A small but visible amount of blue had made its way to his cheekbones, making you in turn check if your facemask was secure. You didn't want to ruin his adorable moment with one of your accidents, after all.

"I wAnT tO cOoK." He stated.

"You can cook?" You asked, still confused.

The male shifted his weight, still looking away.

"PsHh, oF cOuRSe I cAN . . . cOoK.
KInD oF." He muttered.

"A-are you sure? Because if you can't cook, that's no problem, I can just teach you!" You smiled kindly.

"WhAteVeR, i-iF yOU iNsIsT." Error stuttered. Despite his uncaring act, you could visibly see him perk up. He wheeled over to your current area and sat there, arms crossed as he blushed of embarrassment.

"OkaY, aRe wE gOnNa cOok oR wHaT?" He demanded, due entirely to the fact that he was flustered.

You nodded with a grin, deciding start with the basics and make some pancakes, just in case he couldn't cook at all.

You stood on your tiptoes to reach the overhead cabinets, where you kept the frying pans.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaalmost. . . . got it!" You said to yourself, feeling victorious for grabbing a pan that you strained to reach.

"GeEz, yOu'Re sHoRt."

"H-hey!"

You thought that this would be a piece of cake, an easy lesson in the art of cooking. After all, who could mess up pancakes?

* * *

Error could mess up pancakes.

In the short span of time that it takes to make pancakes, Error had wreaked serious havoc across your kitchen. He greased the stovetop instead of the pan, he cracked plates instead of eggs, he poured the whole bottle of vanilla extract into the batter, and somehow managed to explode the bag of flour.

You were currently covered in flour, trying to fry the pancakes, which was a surprisingly hard feat. Error had turned the heat far too high, so hot that the pancakes cooked almost instantly, forcing you to have quick reflexes and flip them almost immediately after pouring the batter.

The simple solution would've been to turn the heat back down, but your arm felt like it would melt if your reached over the pan to turn the dial that controls the heat. Error seemed to be a lot more immune to heat, so he was pretty much the only being on Earth that could fix this.

"dO eGgS gO iN tHe MicE-rOw-waVE?"

"It's called a microwave, and NO!!"

". . . oOpS."

"OH MY GOD, THEY EXPLODED IN THE MICROWAVE!!"

"tHe fOoD iS oN fIrE!!"

"FIRE?!"

The sprinklers system went off, only in the kitchen, and began pouring water everywhere. The fire was put out, but because both you and Error were covered head to toe in flour, it caused quite a mess. The flour-water rolled off of you and down the drain on the floor, same for the skeleton.

The two of you made eye contact before bursting into laughter, finding the whole situation hilarious. You knew you'd have to clean up the mess that was your kitchen at some point, but that didn't matter at the moment. You were simply enjoying your time with Error, one of the few times where he wouldn't have his defenses up. It was worth cleaning the kitchen, and possibly even starting some fires and exploding eggs.

Error suddenly stopped laughing, looking down as an unpleasant emotion washed over him, similar to regret.

"Error, are you okay?" You ask, worried.

"YEaH, i'M fiNe. sORrY fOr mEsSiNg uP yOuR kItChEn, I wAs . . . DIsTrAcTeD." He spoke.

"Hmm? By what, might I ask?"

Error didn't give a verbal response, but his right hand trailed up to your head, where you had hit it on the counter. He didn't touch you, merely hovering his hand over it, but it still made your heart race.

"I nEvEr aSkEd eArlIER, buT hOW's yOuR hEAd?" He asked, his cheekbones turning blue once more.

You blushed, his concern was touching.

"I-it's okay, I'm fine."

"ArE yOu sUrE? DoN't liE tO mE."

"Y-yes, I'm sure.!"

"GoOd."

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~The glitchy is being so adorable~

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