Error looks around, closing his eyes, and covering his ears, trying to block out the memories of that one Sans that practically begged him to kill him.

"Look at me bud...I can't live like this...please...end me." Error looks at the Flowey Possessed Sans, pain and tears on his face as he uses his strings to rip the poor Sans's soul apart. The Sans smiles softly, happy tears streaming down his face.

"Thanks...bud." Error screams in pain, the universe practically splitting and vanishing around him.

Error stands up, wiping tears away.

"Why must I do this job? Maybe if I ignore the voices, and stay put, I'll not be forced to hurt any more people."

*A few months later*

Error's eyes widen as Ink screams at a universe dying, calling for Error to come out and face him like a real Sans. Error isn't destroying this. What's happening?

Error, if you let the multiverse have too many universes, this is the fate they await them, but this way all of them will start dying. Will you be willing to live with that on your hands, knowing you could save them?

Error starts sobbing internally, but externally, he does his job. He goes to universes young or universes that make no sense and wipes them out.

*One day at the tail end of a battle*

"Why can't you just stop destroying these universes?!" Error shrugs, leaving the world, sobbing in a corner alone. Then a voice speaks up.

Hey you, why don't you just kill yourself?! Hahahaha!

Error looks up, determination filling his discolored eyes. He summons his strings, using his magic to form a sharp knife, and slashes away, cutting up every part of his body, blood pooling around him. He laughs, tears running down his cheeks.

"W-why...can't I end this...?"

Duh, because I have made you unkillable. You will never die, forced to defend the universes that will fear you. You will allow my son to play his game of creation, and you will make sure the multiverse stays alive for him to do so.

Error looks down at the blood, summoning his strings and stitching up his wounds. He lets the tears fall, closing his eyes.

Why couldn't he just die? Why couldn't the being leave him to die, and create some other poor fool to play the pawn in this game of pain and eternal suffering? Why, indeed. Did she have a sick fantasy? Was she a Sadist? Nobody is around to help him.

*Another time*

Error walks into the empty universe, sighing sadly.

"Y0ur pr3ci0u5 Cr3470r h45 4b4nd0n3d y0u. H3 r3fu535 70 4n5w3r y0ur c4115." Error let tears fall, feeling the universe hum with power. Error waited...and waited...and waited...

*But Nobody Came = )