Errors POV

    I sat in the void, minding my own business as I created puppets. A warped sound was heard behind me. I began to turn around before a voice spoke. "Wiggly what's up my glitchy home bro?" I didn't even have to turn around to see who it was. It was fresh the parasite, or should I say the 90's nightmare.
    "What is it your wanting?" I asked hatefully.
    "What?, I can't hang out with meh broski?" he asked with a fake smile. I always wondered why his smiles were fake. Might as well ask.
    "Hey, what's with the fake smiles?, there odd" I asked in curiosity. His fake smile faded, which is rare. He sat beside me and took his glasses with hesitation. He took them off. A soul floated in the left as it was normal on the right. A crack was strewn down the middle as the color was awfully gray.
    "This is why..." he said with a blank face. His face had absolutely no emotion what so ever. I gasped in surprise. I grabbed the other side of his face to make him face me. This dead look in his eyes just made me shiver.
    A pink spark emerged from his soul eye. I jumped and scooted back from the large spark. Tears weld up in the corners of fresh's eyes. I thought he couldn't feel? I questioned. He noticed and wiped them away on his sleeve to only be frozen with shock. He just stared at his sleeved arm in surprise that it was wet with tears...

Fresh's POV

    I couldn't believe it. What are these feelings? And why do they feel like their swelling up inside? I questioned. Error stared at me as I put my arm down. "E-error?" I called.
    "Yes, fresh?" he answered politely.
    "C-could you help me...y'know.... feel?" I asked. He nodded in response and came closer to me. I slightly jumped as he put a hand on my waist. My body was slightly shivering with anticipation. Error used his other hand and grabbed the other side of my waist.
    My arms were brought between us, onto his chest as I clinged​ to his coat. He slowly went in for a kiss as I hesitated with this action. I gave in and kissed error softly. We stayed like that for a few minutes, feeling like hours instead. We pulled apart and I was panting a lot while error only slightly needed air. I cuddled into his chest as he explained many things to me. Never thought anyone would help what they hate. Or does he?........