Error, for the life of him, couldn't comprehend why people wants to help him "get better". Sure he was slightly—very—insane and broken in many ways but why waste their effort on a glitch? He asks himself why the hell would people want to help him when he was absolutely worthless. Glitch. Nothing. Waste of space. Stupid, useless creature.

And...there goes his depressing spiral of thoughts and self-directed insults.

He started glitching harshly, more ERROR signs popping into existence around him. Hands reaching up to scratch his skull from habit. Over and over and over until new wounds were made. Now, the scratches on his skull were healing quite nicely, but getting irritated again made them bleed and open once more.

Error never noticed the pain. He was used to it. Pain, pain, simply more pain for the job he was forced to do. In fact, he should be over there, right now, killing off some AUs but...he didn't want to.

More of them will die? So what? He made sure none of the still surviving ones died and all they gave him was pain. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

He made sure the Multiverse stayed alive and yet...

They beat him for it.

He made sure they were safe and yet...

They tortured him for killing the others.

They wanted their so called JUSTICE. They were the MAGIC's Judge in their own universes and yet...

They are unable to distinguish a murderer to the one pulling the strings.

Error wondered why he even bothered doing this. Why didn't he just give up sometime after his insanity and stopped? Death? He wasn't afraid of death! Fate could kill him even now and he would most likely thank her. Really, he was tired of the pain. Why didn't he stop again?

Oh right. Fate.

Only with other factors could one escape from Fate. Sometimes, people are fated with good things and others bad.

Error had no idea what his past self had done so he was given this job by Fate. Or was it that Fate decided to be one cruel bastard and do this to him? Error would never know why Fate had chosen him, and he thought for a moment before deciding that he didn't want to know. If Fate created Ink then there's a large possibility that she's a sadist too!

'I was formed by a sadistic higher being because of the simple reason that their child doesn't want to stop his addiction. Is my life that worthless?' Error blankly thought to himself. "MY lIfE reaLLy iS woRTHleSs...hA, suCh CoMmOn kNOWledgE anD YeT, i dIDn'T reaLiZe It...,"

Error sighed. Everyone here was wasting their times. He was beyond broken, what can be salvaged anymore? He was broken a long time ago. Yet they continued to break the small pieces until they were ground to dust.

Dust. He was simply a walking, talking corpse. An empty husk of whatever Sans he was before he was Error. Fate had taken him from his universe and destroyed it, then erased all his memories of it and left him in the Anti-void...

. . .

'I'm not too far off, huh?' Error thought to himself. He remembered what he nearly did to Blue. 'Only, for some reason, he forgave me. Ha. Haha. Only, I never did that to Fate...should I forgive them despite everything they've done to me? Despite all this? I am after all, not too far away from doing the same. No wonder Dream hates me so much. No wonder everybody hates me so much...'

But despite everything...he couldn't find it in him to forgive Fate for what they've done. Both Fate and Ink.

'Haha. Forgiveness? What's that anymore? Even though I've nearly done the same thing...' he sneered at the thought. 'They've done things to others too. They've made it so they suffer so much and there are possibilities of there being someone who suffered more then I did.' And wasn't that a scary thought? Someone being beyond shattered...

Haha.

Hehehe!

Wouldn't that be absolutely terrifying? Something Fate has broken beyond anything. At least Error wasn't at that point of complete insanity. Someone who could have been beyond even that could be out there and...

No one would have ever known!

Hehehehe...!

There could be someone out there suffering more than anything and they could still be fighting. There could be someone out here and they could have completely given up to insanity.

And the best part?

No one would ever know!

Hahahaha!

Wasn't that hilariously frightening?

Or is it not to you?

Hehehehehehe!

Anyways, back to the story and enough of my little rant there...

'I should probably leave them alone...I don't deserve them, they shouldn't have to waste their time with a glitch like me...' Guilt was eating away at him. Self-hate too. 'I should probably go back before the Multiverse falls apart and Fate tortures me for letting it. It's all I'm good for anyways...Destruction.'

Error felt the sudden need to explain this to Daunt and/or Paralyze. After all, he had been the one staying in their place. Simply leaving would be rude—'since when did I care about how people see me...?!'

Error seemed to realize all the blood dripping down. And the slight pain coming from his skull from the self-inflicted wounds.

But the pain felt numb. Everything just felt...numb.

He glitched when small hands suddenly tugged his hands away from his skull. He froze when he saw a Frisk and instincts told him to kill but the embroidered star on their sweater told him this was Neutralize. Dread was worriedly watching the blood slowly flow out and down onto the floor.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Error groaned in annoyance. Great, now they have to clean another one of his messes! At least he didn't accidentally crack the floor or anything like that.

"How do we stop the bleeding again...?" Neutralize asked Dread softly. They had no idea how to take care of wounds unless it's as easy as to put a bandage on...

'Wait, that's it! Bandages should make these better right?'  Neutralize jumped off of the stool they were using to reach Error and ran off to find a few bandages.

Dread can only sigh. "You...I actually don't have any idea, yeah, bandages should be the best bet, right?"

Error blankly watched them walk away. Great, now even children were taking care of him. He wondered how Inky would react to finding out about this. Would probably tell lies to get Neutralize and the rest to go against him. Would they believe Inky? Why not? He makes life and creates universes whereas he kills and destroys universes. Him being here was already endangering all of them and yet...

Why weren't they reacting to the blatantly obvious threat? Wouldn't most people instead try to off him after figuring out how dangerous he is?

'People are weird and I'll never understand them.' Error decided. It was the truth after all. To him anyways.

He stared at the blood on his fingers. It was his blood. The wound was still there and it was still slowly flowing with blood, but he only felt a slight sting. Did his pain tolerance really grow to such a height? He didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Probably good because of how much pain he normally has to endure while doing his "job". Speaking of..., he really hasn't gotten used to having only a little bit of pain pricking at him.

Neutralize soon came back with a box of bandages. They were wondering if what they were doing is right or wrong, because those wounds look more serious than those they use bandages for. Plus, there were a lot...

Do they use that weird white long cloth bandage thing-y? Isn't that how they do it in the TV shows? But this isn't that serious of an injury to do that right?

Neutralize was getting a headache from their thoughts. How are they supposed to treat this...'I think Aunt Tori, Alphys and Mettaton said—Wait, that's it! I need to get him to them!'

Error was blankly staring at Neutralize. He had a bad feeling when their face suddenly lit up and they tugged at his hand. "Come on! We need to get to Aunt Tori, Alphys and Mettaton!"

He blinked at them. Aunt Tori? Not mom? Why don't they call her mom? Aren't the Toriels supposed to be the human's mother? Error shrugged at himself and followed.

Once they got outside, everyone who passed them just gave them a glance and waved and/or nodded. Then they froze and looked at him again. Sooner or later everybody was staring at him. Only several who regained their senses looked away and told others to as well.

Error twitched. He didn't like how everybody was staring at him like that.

Honestly, why wouldn't people stare at this scene? Here was a child dragging along an adult skeleton monster who had blood on his hands and on his head were injuries where it looked like where the blood was coming from. Moreover, this was that new monster who was probably good friends with the Royal Judge and the human.

Also, the injuries seemed fresh. That means he just probably did that to himself. 'Is he...suicidal?' Several people realized this and told others to look away.

Several minutes later

Error was now wondering why the hell he didn't teleport from the house to the lab. Really, they could've saved time!

"I'm surprised you managed this far...," Apprehend said while cleaning off the blood.

"WhaT dO YOu mEAn bY tHat?"

"You've mentioned trying to kill yourself before. Suicidal people tend to hurt themselves consciously and/or unconsciously. I'm just surprised that you managed so long without it. That's quite a big improvement from your usual pain, isn't it?"

Error wanted to retort but found what she said true. This was the longest he's gone without getting any new scars and he does unconsciously hurt himself. Maybe he needs to change that habit of scratching his skull. It never was that good of a habit anyways. "...yeaH, I gUeSS So."

Drop after drop of blood was absorbed by the wet cloth Apprehend and Solitary, Toriel, used to clean the injuries. Error just let them. Being care for felt nice...unlike in the Anti-void. 'Wait, no, I should leave. I'm just a burden to them...'

"I shOuLD lEaVE...,"

"Then leave." Apprehend states. "You've always been free to go, you could leave right now and nobody could or would do anything. There's nothing stopping you, Error."

For some reason, Error expected them to tell "no, don't leave". To make an excuse so he doesn't go. He almost wanted them to, Error had no idea why he was feeling that way. So when Apprehend said that, he felt...weird. Like, that feeling when someone points out something that's so blatantly obvious that its glowing but you didn't notice, mixed in with disappointment, frustration and a tiny bit of awkwardness. Why is this anyways? What the actual heck is with his feelings right now?

Mono—Mettaton—sighed. "Dear, do you want to leave or do you feel like you should leave?"

'Do I really want to go? Everyone here at the very least respects me. There, they would take any chance they get to hurt me in any way, excluding Nightmare and his gang and the Charas...and the Toriels too now I guess.' Error narrowed his eyes as a thought hit him. 'But then again, the others probably thought of something really stupid about why I'm needed and are probably thinking of just constraining me in somewhere. Inky would most likely not tell them, seeing how he likes to watch others suffer so much...'

"Oh, you precious darling, really though. It is very ironic that the one person who can't die is someone who wants to die. Many others would do anything to get that, but you...," Mono sighed. "'M getting off track here, you don't need to go if you don't want to. We're not telling you to stay, but we're not telling you to leave. You're free to do what you want, whenever you want, wherever you want, however you want and so on so forth. In conclusion, you're free."

Free...

Freedom does sound nice.