A few days after the kitchen incident, Error decided that it would be best to simply explore the house for a while, as opposed to jumping into domestic tasks like cooking.

The male skeketon had also been practicing proper use of the week hai- wheel chair. In some of his explorations, he would practice driving in straight lines, turning sharp corners, moving at different speeds, and even manually wheeling himself around.

Error quickly began to enjoy his indoor trips, as the house was both big and tidy. Almost as if you had cleaned it specifically for him, although he was sure that wasn't the case. Who would do that?

But that is besides the point, there were bigger matters at the moment. One of which being the confusing item Error had just found.

It seemed to be a wooden table with raised edges, with several metal rods running through those edges. The flat center of the table was green and had a design of a sports field, that much he could figure out. But the most unusual thing Error found was that small different colored men were situated so that the rods ran through them.

The skeleton drove himself closer to the object, stopping once he was within reach of touching it.

The destroyer tentatively poked the side of the table, before poking it a few more times. After all, he wanted to make sure that it wouldn't fall and mock him upon contact, much like those treacherous eggs.

Once assured that it didn't need to be smashed by two chairs just yet, the skeleton calmed down, smiling slightly.

Taking the item's neutral state into consideration, the male proceeded to gently rub one of the metal rods, which would rotate slightly as he touched them. It wasn't rotating wildly, so Error assumed he hadn't angered the mysterious item.

Coming a bit closer, Error let go of the rod and cautiously raised his hand over one of the men, of whom was remaining as still as the others.

This perplexed Error, anyone or anything he had cared to touch was fearful of him, aside from you.  There was a possibility that you were hiding your fear, though he saw it unlikely. Even though you were somewhat shy, which he didn't quite understand, you didn't seem like the fearful type.

Soon enough, Error found himself thinking of you. The shy, yet seemingly nice person who was taking care of him. You didn't seem scared of him, instead treating him like an old friend you've known all your life.

But that word, friend, it struck him as foreign. He didn't know what a friend was, for he never really had one. The closest thing had to a friend were his puppets, or so he was told.

He didn't quite understand what the job of a 'friend' was. Is there a certain way they were supposed to act? Did they have special tasks that no other had? Or were they to act like all the others, throwing verbal and physical abuse his way, and that the word 'friend' was just another way to refer to a group of people? Was that what a friend was?

Because if so, Error had many, many friends.

If that truly was the case, he had more 'friends' than he could count! He had an ocean of 'friends', so many that he could no longer remember their faces for more than a few days. So many that his bones were turning completely purple from all the bruises they gave him.

Tilting his head, Error went back over his thoughts. Was a friend actually supposed to be violent? Was that really a certainty?

The only reason the destroyer questioned himself was because he remembered the star sanses referring to each other as 'friend', yet he never once saw them insulting each other or punching each other in the face.

So either Error had misinterpreted the meaning of the word, or the star sanses were just really bad 'friends.'

Error was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard faint footsteps walking through the hallway and past the door, the skeleton sitting more upright when he heard it. He knew it was you, and for some reason, it captured some of his attention.

Manually pushing the wheels, the destroyer made his way to the hallway, the carpeted floor making it harder to move. Not much harder, but enough to slow down movement speed.

Once the skeleton was in the middle of the hall, he noticed that you were nowhere to be found, peeking in all the doors as he passed them. You sure moved fast. Well, faster than a wheelchair, at least.

Redirecting himself to the living room, Error slowly drove through the halls, the carpet pulling him back. As he traveled, he lulled over his thoughts. One thought, in specific.

Why was he looking for you?

Although he tried to remain cold and distant, the male knew he was faltering. He was starting to slip up, the kitchen incident making it obvious.

During those short hours the two of you had attempted to make pancakes, Error had smiled, laughed, and even showed signs of concern! This was completely unacceptable and he knew it.

It wasn't as if he wasn't trying to hide it, he was, and the destroyer was actively trying to pretend he didn't care about you or anything you did whatsoever. But that was the problem, he had to try actively.

Whenever he came across anyone else, it was always instinct for both his mind and body to be skeptical. Any reassurance, bribery or even conversations were all suspicious, no matter whose mouth it comes out of. No one could tell him anything he didn't want to hear.

But for you, things were different. It was hard to block out your words, and it was hard to pretend he didn't care. Stopping himself from smiling was a struggle, and he always felt a strange sense of safety around you.

What was this?

All the thoughts bouncing around in his head had distracted the skeleton from what was going on in reality. Before he knew it, the male wheeled himself directly into the wall, bumping his broken legs.

Hissing in pain, Error glared at the wall as if it had personally insulted him, debating on whether or not to smash it with chairs.

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Dropping the laddle in your hands, you hurried over to the entrance of the hallway. You were met with the sight of your idol looking at the wall with a cold glare, so icy that the wall would be trembling in fear, if it were an animate object.

"Um, Error? What's going on? I heard your hissing from the kitchen, is something wrong? And why do you look like you want to punch the wall?" You asked, tilting your head on the last question.

Said skeleton snapped his attention to you, sitting up straight in the seat. Any traces of the evil look on his face disappeared, being quickly replaced by one of confusion.

"oH, uM, hEy y/N. dO yoU nEeD tHiS wAlL?" He asked, gesturing towards it.

"Uh, yes. It helps hold up the house, and I like having a house, so we'll be needing that." You replied, getting the feeling that the destroyer wanted to demolish your wall.

Error huffed, ever so slightly, irritation written on his face. Regardless, he complied with your wishes, wheeling away from the wall and facing you.

"Sooooooo, did you need something? I thought you were exploring!" You hummed, smiling at the mention of the male's explorations. You would occasionally tag along, snagging some photos of the skeleton when he wasn't looking, adding a total of 72 new images to your gallery. And that was all in an hour.

"oH, uH, YeAh. I fOuNd sOmEtHIng wEiRd, cAn yOu tElL mE wHat iT iS?" Error asked, gesturing in the direction of the room he was just in.

"Of course! Lead the way." You smiled, watching the skeleton slowly turn around and venture into the direction of the door. You didn't mind the fact that he was a little slow, after all, it gave you the time to add 16 new photos to your collection.

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Arriving in the area Error had led you to, you realized that he had discovered the 'Break Room', the room filled with games, puzzles, electronics, several VR sets, and even full sized arcade games. You had dubbed it as such because this was where you would unwind after the long hours of work.

"y/N, oVeR hErE." Error called, his wheelchair positioned beside the foosball table. He was looking at it as if it were going to attack him at any moment, eyelights trained on the table.

Cautiously pointing a finger towards the table, the skeleton spoke in a hushed voice, as if he didn't want to startle it.

"wHaT iS thIs cReAtUrE?" He asked, momentarily glancing at you.

At that moment, you came to the realization that Error thought the table was another animal; all his former actions made sense. But that in itself was quite an odd thought, what sort of animal had plastic figurines in it?

"Error, that's not a creature, it's called a foosball table." You explained, watching the male's reaction.

Error laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his skull as he tried to lean against the table. He accidentally leaned against the rods, making them spin, which made him fall forward and off the wheelchair. Fortunately, he caught himself on the side of the table, using brute strength to pull him back into his seat.

"i tOtAlLy kNeW tHaT." He smiled, his face turning blue out of embarrassment. 

You laughed at his reaction, before walking to the other side of the table and pulling a small, plastic soccer ball from out of one of the goals.

"Sure, you definitely knew. Anyways, this is a 2 player game, and the poles that go through the table are used to move the little players." You explained, pointing at the plastic figures.

"You use them to push the ball into your opponent's goal. You're not allowed to touch the field, or tabletop, with your hands, and the only way to move the ball is through controlling the players." You spoke, demonstrating each step.

Error nodded, showing that he understood what you were saying so far.

"kInDa lIke pUPpEteErINg?" The destroyer asked, wheeling himself to the opposite side of the table.

You nodded, tossing the miniature soccer ball.

Error cracked his knuckles, a dark grin crossing his face. He raised the height of the wheelchair, making him taller than you, before grabbing two of the rods on his side of the table.

"iN ThAT cAsE, hUrRy uP aNd lEt'S pLaY!"

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"HaH! THe FiRsT toUcHdoWn iS mInE!!"

"I-it's called a goal."

"I sTiLl bEaT yOu!!"

"We're playing to 20, you only scored one point!"

"DOeS tHaT coUnt aS A pOiNt?"

"NO!! HOW DID YOU HIT IT OUT THE WINDOW?!"

"YOu haVe a sParE."

"PoInT nUmBer 13!! 13 mInUs 0!"

"It's 13 to 0."

"OnE stEp cLosEr tO vIctOrY."

"If you keep talking, you won't be able to stop me from scoring this!!"

"HaHA, YoU mIsSeD wHeN I wAsN't EveN tRYinG tO sToP yOu."

"Hey.!"

"Hey! Don't spin the rods!"

"WhAt? nO sPiNnIng? I dIdN'T heAR tHaT rUle!"

"Well, it's a rule!"

"I thOuGhT wE wERE oNly pLaYiNg tO 20." Error reminded you, a smirk evident on his face. The current score was 49 - 0, 49 in his favor. You were well aware that he was a puppet master long before the male crashed landed in your backyard, but his skill was just unbelievable.

"Well, I can't lose at zero, so we're gonna play another match! Last one!" You exclaimed, determined to get at least one point. It would be too embarrassing to lose 49 - 0 to a person who had just learned what foosball was.

Error shrugged, tossing the ball on the table. You immediately passed it to your frontline players, shooting at the goal with excessive force.

The destroyer carelessly shifted his backline in front of the goal, deflecting it with ease. The force of your shot had bounced off of his players, sending the ball back in your direction and into the goal.

"I looooost!!!" You shouted, shock evident on your face. That shock soon turned to sorrow as the cold, hard truth began to settle in.

"I didn't even score a single point!" You cried, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes. There was no denying it, the skeleton completely destroyed you.

Turning to the male, you smiled sadly, giving him a shaky thumbs up.

"Good game." You whispered, trying to be a good sport.

Maybe it was fatigue. Maybe it was insanity. Or maybe it was just sheer pity. But in that moment, Error decided to take action, grabbing the soccer ball.

"oNe mOrE gAmE, y/N." He spoke.

"Huh?"

Error thought about what he was about to do. Was it really going to be worth it?

"oNE moRe gAmE. ONe. ThIs lAsT pOiNt dEcIdeS tHe wiNnEr, noNE oF tHe oThEr pOiNts mAttEr aNYmORe. LaSt gAmE, wInNeR tAkEs aLl. " Error explained, no emotion visible on his face. He was serious.

You thought about it for a moment, but then shrugged and grabbed your rods, having nothing to lose. Besides, you didn't want to let him down.

Error tossed the ball on the field, kicking the ball upfield. It was fast, but not as fast as usual. This time, you were able to stop it.

Quickly shifting your goalie, you used it to block the goal, passing the ball to your midfielder, and then frontline.

You calmed down, steadying your breathing, pure concentration evident on your face.

Closing your eyes, you kicked the ball, not wanting to see if you missed or not.

"CoNGraTUlAtiOnS y/n. YoU'rE thE wInNer." Error spoke, making you open your eyes.

"Really?!" You gasped, not believing him.

He forced a smile and nodded, pointing at his goal. Sure enough, you could see the glint of the plastic ball, reflecting the ceiling lights.

You looked at the destroyer's face and instantly knew that he let you win. His grin was forced and anger was visible in his eyelights, though it wasn't directed towards you. You knew he was upset that he lost, he was very competitive, though you could tell he had intentionally failed.

Feeling touched by his unspoken action, you smiled, face turning red. Walking over to the destroyer, you sat down on the table, slightly shorter than him.

The skeleton didn't entirely understand why you were smiling beside him, but wasn't complaining. You shot him a smile of pure joy, sending an odd feeling throughout his bones as his face heat up.

Error suddenly found the answer to his earlier question: 'Was losing worth it?'

Blushing, the destroyer muttered his answer outloud, too quiet for you to hear.

"WoRtH iT."

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Glitchy just lost a game to make you happy~

Hello, my lovely readers! Thanks for reading! How are you today? :3

This chapter took way to long to make and has way to many mistakes. I'm not satisfied with it, but I wanted to update!

I don't have much to say, so see you in the next chapter, you wonderful people!