You were rich. That much is to be expected, seeing as you live in a house that is the equivalent of a mansion. But despite the rumors of your school, the money wasn't given to you. You earned it.

It took a lot of hard work and a very long time.

And now, standing in front of your door, you realized you would lose 1,987 dollars is one go.

Covering your face with your hands, you groaned, knowing just how much more work you would need to do to pay off all the money you had just blown. You never enjoyed your work in the first place, so it was safe to say that you were dreading returning to your jobs and requesting to work longer for a bigger paycheck.

Well, there was nothing that could be done. The delivery was already on its way, it should arrive any minute now, and you couldn't exactly cancel your order. Besides, it was far too important to cancel, even if you could.

The honking of a horn snapped you out of your thoughts, signifying that the delivery man was already here. After flicking a switch that would electrically open your golden front gate, you walked out of the house and across your front lawn. The delivery man gave you a large square shaped box, which you happily accepted.

Walking back up to your house as the gates closed automatically, you sighed, still upset about the cost. Once you made it back inside, locked the doors and checked to see if the gate was locked, you sighed, slumping against the door. Yep, it was official. You were absolutely gonna hate going back to work.

After placing the heavy cardboard box on the floor, you walked over to your kitchen, grabbing a knife and using it to cut open the thick, industrial grade tape.

Setting the knife gently on the side, you opened the box's flaps, revealing the sturdy yet expensive item you had purchased not too long ago. With much effort, you pulled the item out of the box and carried it to the entrance of the guest room.

Rapping gently on the door, you waited a few seconds for a response, only to recieve silence. Taking that as a sign the destroyer was asleep, you quietly turned the doorknob and entered the room.

Quickly assembling the item and placing it near the corner of the bed, you quickly raced back outside, grabbing a Post-It and pencil before jotting down a quick note. Once the note was written, you ran back to the guest room and placed it on the item, before exiting the room once more and shutting the door behind you.

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Bolting upright, Error woke up from his most recent nightmare, blanket soaked in a cold sweat. This nightmare was slightly more unsettling than the last, taking place in the house where he currently took refuge.

He imagined that an unwanted guest was present in the house, being a somewhat tall, cruel, and chilling skeleton. He dreamt that the trespasser had doused the home's interior in gasoline, before grabbing y/n and taking her outside, where they forced her to watch as it set the building alight.

Error had desperately been trying to escape, but as the burning building began to fall apart above him, he was unable to. The last thing he remembered were the horrified protests of his caretaker.

Error shivered, remembering his nightmare had brought back unpleasant emotions. Trying to distract himself from the slight fear he felt, he looked around, wondering if he would find y/n asleep in the corner of the room yet again.

While he didn't find the female, what he did find was a peculiar looking chair, one that he wasn't quite familiar with. It was cushioned and padded, with a wide footrest near the bottom. It had a cupholder and armrests, accompanied with a little compartment where one would presumably store small items.

But the most peculiar part of all were the wheels that protruded from the sides and bottom of the chair.

Tilting his head, Error tried to remember where he had last seen such an object, he knew he had seen one before. A person he disliked had been using it . . .

Ah yes, now he remembered, it had been Fresh who had used one. Fresh had intentionally pushed Error down a very large flight of stairs leading to the top floor of a convenience store, breaking one of his ribs. Fresh had been laughing at the sight, expecting the destroyer to cry.

Fresh did not, however, expect the destroyer to teleport the both of them to the top of that very same store and push him off the roof.

Fresh had been in the chair for quite a long time, sending a glare in the direction of the glitched skeleton whenever he saw him. Error didn't entirely understand why Fresh was so mad, he had been the one to pick a fight in the first place. Then again, Error had unintentionally broke both of his legs, so that way most likely the reason.

Running his right hand along the object, Error clenched his eyesockets shut, trying to remember the name of the item before him.

"iT sTaRtED wItH a W ... wE... WElL.. woULD.. wOoD.."

"WElL- wE- wEeEeEeeeeEeeLl- wElLlLllllLllllllllLlllllcH. WeLcH? wEeeEeeee- w- WEeeeEeAhHhhh...?"

"W-wOuL... wOuLd.. wOulAlLaLaLAla- whOooooOooooOoo..wHa- wHeRE... wEeP... wEe...."

"wE- WeEk? wEeK!! YeAh, wEeK.. wEeK wHaT? WeEk cHaRrEd, wEeK cHaP, wEeK HhaRE? WeEk hAir!"

Grinning to himself, Error opened his eyesockets, feeling proud to have figured out the name of the object.

The week hair.

Upon further inspection, the skeleton noticed a small piece of parchment sticking to the back of the chair, a note scribbled onto its surface.

Error grabbed the paper, pulling it off the chair and in front of his face so as to read it.

Hi Error!
I bought this for you, I hope you like it!
I got this because I saw just how
fidgety you are, but that's expected
from anyone who'd have to stay in the
same bland room for too long.
This is just a little gift to let you
explore the place while you get more
comfortable here, because I'm sure
you're still skeptical.
But if you wanted more freedom,
why didn't you just ask?

- y/n

Upon reading the note's message, Error was very confused. "If you want more freedom, why didn't you just ask?" Why would you say such a thing?

That gave him the impression that you would willingly let him wander where he pleased, which is something he had never experienced before. No one had ever let him explore their house freely, why did you?

Unknowingly, a slight blue blush had managed to make its way onto the destroyer's face, who felt a strange emotion upon being treated this way. Shaking his head in attempts to clear the uncommon feeling that had made its way into his gut, the skeleton returned his gaze to the week hair, leaving the note on the dresser.

With some difficulty, Error made his way into the chair, surprised at how comfortable it was. The chair Fresh had used was nowhere near as comfortable as this, nor did it look as nice.

"OkAyYyyyyy, nOw, hOw dOes OnE uSe tHiS aGaIn?" He questioned, eyeing the wheels. Fresh had pushed the wheels, didn't he? Or did he just command them to move?

"wEeK hAiR, I cOmMaNd yOu tO tRanSpoRt mE tO thE eXiT!!" He ordered, pointing at the door.

It did not move.

"MuSh!"

It did not move.

Error glared down at the chair, hitting the right armrest lightly. He had taken to prodding an unusual joystick protruding from the end of the armrest, not knowing its purpose.

"C'mOn, wOrK!!" He exclaimed, pushing the joystick forward.

Suddenly, the week hair jolted forward, whipping Error against its back while it sped towards the door, stopping abruptly just inches from the knob.

"oo0oo0oO0o0oOOOo○OOH!!" Error gasped, his eyesockets wide with excitement.

"oH wOw, iT moVed!! AnD i dIDn'T pUsh tHe wHeEls!!" He smiled, pushing open the door. He had figured out how to use the joystick, kind of.

Jerking the joystick forward, Error rocketed through the long hallways, cackling like a psychotic maniac. The walls sped past him, everything around him becoming a blur of colors. He felt like he was flying!

But alas, the flight had to end.

As he was dashing through the halls, the week hair had begun to spin rapidly, most likely the effect of Error flapping his arms like wings. Because of this, the device had spun directly into the couch, launching its passenger into the air, where he would land comfortably on the couch.

"E-Error?! Are you okay?! What happened?!?!?!" A female voice cried, footsteps racing over to where Error was situated. Concern was obviously present in her tone, and she seemed to be distressed.

Error, on the other hand, was not concerned in the least. He was still laughing, his gut beginning to hurt from the prolonged laughter.

Coming into his view was y/n, who immediately checked for any additional injuries, but sighed a breath of relief when none were found.

Crossing your arms as you leaned against the side of the couch, you looked at the giddy destroyer with confusion.

"What happened? I was worried you hurt yourself again, I heard the crash all the way in the kitchen!" You spoke, trying to calm yourself down.

"HAhA, i uSeD tHe mAcHiNe buT wEnt tOo faSt, aND 'en iT hIt tHe cOucH aND 'eN I fLeW aND 'eN I lANdEd hERe!" He giggled, happiness getting the better of him.

You smiled and sat on the ground, despite there being an empty seat on your gigantic couch.

"Well, I'm glad you're exploring but please be more careful. I don't want you to get hurt again, okay?" You asked.

Error, who had finally regained his composure, sat up slowly. He knew he was being less careful, not just physically, but mentally. He was starting to feel like you actually cared about him, seeing as you were always reminding him to be careful for his own sake.

Pretending to be rebellious, shook his  skull, muttering a quiet 'no' under his breath. You smiled, seeing how false the act was, but went along with it nonetheless.

Error made his way back into the chair, that was surprisingly unharmed. He was fidgeting slightly, almost as if he were anxious about something. This caught your attention, making you turn to look at him.

The skeleton was fiddling with his fingers, gazing down until he saw you were looking at him.

He turned slightly away from you, momentarily saddening you until you heard him speak.

"HeY... t-ThAnKs fOr tHe, uM wEeK hAir." He murmured, quiet but audible.

Blushing profusely, you smiled wider, nodding.

"N-no problem, I figured you'd want to get out of that room, so I bought it for you. And it's actually called a 'wheelchair'." You giggled, finding his misinterpretation of the name adorable.

You could've sworn Error's face had turned blue, but he hid in his shirt before you could be certain.

"W-wHaTeVEr, dUmMy. . . " He said, his voice shaking.

You giggled at his behavior as you put on a facemask, just to be safe. Standing up, you grabbed your breakfast of pancakes and chocolate bars, placing them on your swivel kitchen counter.

"Well, do you want to eat breakfast? You're probably hungry."

"y-yES pLeAsE."

"Okay, breakfast is on the counter, feel free to eat as much as you'd like. Want me to push you there?"

"hE** nO, i'M nOt A kId!!"

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The glitchy is tsundere and I love it-

Hello, my wonderful readers! Thanks for reading, I hope you liked this chapter! (Or if you don't, that's fine too, I guess)

Have any of you been in a week hai- I mean wheelchair? If you have, did you ever crash into anything? I've been in one, but not because I was hurt, I just wanted to ride around in it. (If you've been hurt and needed one, I hope you're okay!)

Oh yeah, and some actually interesting things will happen in the next 2-3 chapters, it'll be shippy! >:D

Okay, have a wonderful day/night, goodbye!