Here is the full cover, as some of it was cut off. JuneTheGlassesBeaer was nice enough to make this for me, in only a day too! I don't own this artwork if it wasn't obvious. But dang if I don't love it! Just look at them! Error bending down as Shears jumps into his arms, both looking so in love! AHHHH~! I can't stop smiling and laughing! I am fangirling so hard right now...I think I need help but at the same time, this is what drives me! Let's get this chapter started people! Here's to making it a long one!

It's also a little joke based on the title of the chapter. The artwork above is the project, symbolizing the story pretty much. This book is my 'project' - more like my pride and joy along with the others, love all my stories no matter what - and I know it is the right one to start!

The reason Error has so many different string stitching on his clothing is because of the title. I thought it fit in a way.

-Start Chapter-

Error stepped into the weird-almost-kinda-but-really-Anti-VOID AU with a box in his arms two days later. After rushing to destroy the needed AU's - and luckily not running into Ink or anyone else that would fight him over the needed destruction - Error had then cleaned himself off, making sure that no blood or dust was on him, and then went to the Anti-VOID to grab a few things as well as stealing a few items to share with Shears.

After careful observations and deep thinking on it, Error finally was confidante to say that he might understand what a friend does. Protecting his friend was a given; Error protects what is his not matter what. But from what he could gather, friends did things together - things that both liked - and showed them things they liked. Because killing, maiming, and other more violent things were off the table - it was therapeutic depending on what or who he was killing or hurting. Hitting Ink was so therapeutic, it was like he was spitting in Fate's face even if he knew it will only end badly for him. It always does, Fate is not on his side. - as Shears seemed the more peaceful type, Error figured he could just grab some things that he liked and see how it all went down.

When in doubt; Wing it.

Glancing around, Error frowned in confusion once he saw that something was different. On the ground, there were now flowers. White silk like flowers smaller then his hand, not real ones. They didn't hold the same smell as real ones, and Error has made flowers before out of cloth and his strings before, so he knows what they are like. Following the flowers, he saw that they were arranged like a road, a pathway.

With a shrug, Error noticed that the floor was now white like everything else. Or, at least, the pathway was white in the middle from were the flowers lined it. Strings and some threads were on the other sides of the flowers, piled up as if someone was coming and taking piles of it or putting them into groups for whatever reason, but it wasn't as much as last time. In fact, Error had thought that the threads had made up the floor, that the threads and strings were the floor itself, as there were so much of it. Turns out he was wrong, the floor was the same cold hard white that the Anti-VOID sports. This AU was turning out more and more like his.

After a while, he was lead to where white was slowly overtaking everything and where there were mountains and piles of strings, threads and yarn that were slowly growing in size. The white was only slowly over taking everything as he was watching Shears pick up piles of it and take it and place it with the others, making the piles into small mountains. Seems like Shears had started cleaning up the place. Why? Error had no idea.

"shEaRS." Error called out in greeting, walking into the...clearing he guesses it could be called.

"Error!" Shears gave a gasp in surprise, turning and stopping his cleaning as he dropped the pile of yarn in his arms from his excitement. "You've arrived! So early too, I haven't had time to finish tidying up!" Even if that should have sounded slightly scolding, all Shears sounded was overjoyed.

The Destroyer watched as Shears fast walked to him, nearly tripping over the dress as the smaller held onto the skirt as to not rip it, with a big grin on his face. Honestly, it was like Shears expected him to not come at all, making Error feel a bit insulted. He wasn't a lyre, if he promised he was going to keep that promise. In the end, no matter how he looked, Error was still technically a Sans. Some things still stuck with him no matter how much Fate tore him apart and formed and corrupted him.

"i SaID i WOuLD." Error glanced around the piles and mountains of yarn before locking eyes with Shears, who was now standing right in front of him. "hAVE yOU CaME Up WiTH a naME For tHIs pLAcE?"

"Oh, yes!" Shears lifted a hand and looked excited to share the news, even as his eyes were more on the rather large box in Error's hold then anything else. "I have decided to name my world, Tailoredtale."

"tAiLoREdTaLE..." Error tried the name as he knelt down, sitting the box down. "bEtTeR tHEn mOSt AU nAMEs ouT thERE."

"My dear Error," Shears lightly teased, curiosity and laughter in his eyes as he looked down to a twitching Error. "may I ask what is inside the box?"

"i bRoUghT soME oF mY thINGs tO shoW yOU anD uSe." Error answered, opening the box. Shears sat down gently as Error started pulling things out. Knitting needles, some fabrics, and other little things like that. But then Error paused, looking down in the box, glancing inside the box, to Shears, and then back again.

"Error? Is something the matter?" Shears tilted his head in concern, wondering just what was going through the other's head.

"I...i goT yOU somEthING." Error slowly said, looking at Shears to grudge his reaction. He was still iffy on if gift giving was something normal to do, but then again, when did Error care? He just wanted to know if he got Shears mad at him for whatever reason, it's not like he had many friends out there.

"You....You got me something?" Shears flushed pink at this, hiding his bright smile behind his sleeve. Excitement, adoration and joy filled his SOUL.

"iT's NOt mUCh, bUt i lIKE iT." Error explained, pulling out a bar of chocolate he stole from Underfell. While he didn't have much time to eat, or even eat anymore, stealing chocolate is something of a hobby at times by now. Eating it was a wast though, as he had no need to eat it. Sometimes he will when he has the time, but usually he steals it out of habit when he has to destroy a Underfell copy. He has piles of chocolate by now to be honest. Error shifted and offered it to Shears. "iT's ChoColaTE, mY FavoRiTE. hErE, TakE iT."

Shears lightly took the chocolate bar from Error's hands, a soft but glowing smile on his face as his eyes danced with so many emotions. "Error, you are too sweet. Thank you."

"SwEEt, HE saYS..." Error grumbled with yellow cheeks, making Shears giggle at him. Shaking it off, he turns his attention to Shears. "haVE yOU bEEn pRacTIciNG tHAT stiTcH?"

"Oh, yes!" Shears quickly stuck the chocolate bar safely into his sleeve before getting up and getting the piece of clothing he had been working on. "See? I have been getting better!"

Error hummed, looking over the stitching with a critical eye after Shears sat back down and handed over the unfinished clothing. Eventually he nodded. "pRacTicE makES pERfEcT. yOu'vE goTTen bEttER." Shears beamed brightly. "noW, thE nExT sTiTcH-"

With that, Error sat Shears onto the next stitch he'll be learning while Error put on his glasses - making Shears coo at him and tease him, calling him cute, making him feel hot all over. - and got his knitting needles as he set to work, making a new doll to add to his collection. But, because of how used to he is, being rushed by the Voices, out of habit, Error made the doll within a few  minutes.

Shears stopped his stitching, looking at the doll in Error's hands in awe. He had just watched Error's blue strings, that were in the shape of the doll, turn into a doll. A doll of himself. With button eyes and so many details to it, Shears could only think that Error must be a professional at this. But it also struck him that Error would make a doll of Shears himself, it was flattering. Error had mentioned he made dolls and puppets, but to have one made that looked like him by someone so well versed in doll making was a complement no matter if he collects them or not.

It was simply amazing to Shears, that Error could create such things from his magical strings alone. That doll is now a piece of Error, as it holds his magic. Simply amazing to the small skeleton.

"Oh, Error, it's so lovely." Error blinked to Shears, gently holding the finished doll in his hand. It was barely bigger then his hand. "I wish I had a doll so well made like that!" Shears lightly laughed, knowing that would never happen, going back to his stitching and missing Error's brows frowning.

Not even ten minutes later, Shears jolted out of his work when something from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Tilting his head, he was greeted with a multicolored button eyes.

Blinking, Shears was slightly shocked to see a little Error doll. Looking up, he saw that Error himself was holding it to him, as if offering it. "Error...?"

"yOU saID YoU WantEd a DoLL, SO i maDE yOU oNE." Error bluntly stated, not understanding the smaller one's confusion. "YoU DoN'T KNOW anYoNE ElsE, SO yOU'LL haVE tO sEtTlE foR a DoLL thAT lOOks lIkE mE."

With gentle hands, Shears took the doll that was no bigger then his hand into his hold. With wide eyes, Shears flushed brightly as his SOUL pounded. He was holding a piece of Error. Error had given up a piece of himself to Shears. Not only this, but Error had given him a sweet.

Error had given him chocolates and a doll. All that is missing are the flowers.

"Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~!" Error just watched in confusion as Shears turned a pink all over, doll tightly yet gently held in one hand, the other hand on his cheek as he giggled up a storm. It made Error wonder if he did something wrong, this 'friend' stuff is hard work.

"Two gifts! Oh, my dear sweet Error!" Error blushed and glitched lightly at these words, watching how Shears scooted closer to him, almost touching. "You spoil me so! I don't deserve such things!" Shears gushed, holding the doll close to his chest as if it was something precious, face now fully pink and eyes dancing about. "I'll treasure it always~!"

'It's just a crappy little doll. Worse, because it looks like me...' Error didn't understand the fuss, glitching and twitching at how close Shears was. Confusion swept him over, he felt like he was doing this all wrong yet at the same time he was right. Shears was happy after all, so that must mean he's doing something right...right?

Patting Shears on the head, right where the flowers were, a bit awkwardly, Error decided to roll with it all. "yOU DesERVE AlL thE niCEsT thINGs." The Destroyer was pretty sure that Shears was a saint, dealing with him when he really shouldn't. He's waiting for Shears to realize this and ask/demand that he leave and never come back.

With that out of the way, Error went back to the box, looking to see what else he had brought with him. He literally just threw things into the box, not knowing what to bring, so it's as much as a surprise to him as it is to Shears. The oblivious force of destruction missed Shears dazed look, as if he was remembering something yet at the same time so happy that he was shaking while still giggling.

All in all, he looked very flustered. And Shears felt so too. Well, that, and he felt like he could float away right now from the sheer joy that he was feeling right now.

"oH, WhY DiD i BrinG thIS?" Error muttered to himself, pulling out some photos. He didn't owe many photos, he could count with less then ten fingers on how many he had with him. Not too many at all. Most had been given to him, photos taken without his knowledge. He didn't understand the point of them at all, but kept them because they were given to him by others that he considered his. Though, on one hand, it was nice to see their faces as he rarely had time to himself. "muST hAVe BEEn hiDiING in bEtwEEn tHE FabRiCS...."

Shears slowly calmed down, still brightly flushed and holding the doll tightly with the bar of chocolate not to far from where he sat. Seeing that Error was staring at something his hands, Shears tried to lean up to see it too. Error glanced down at Shears, snorting at seeing the shorter skeleton trying so hard to look at the photos. Shears was just so tiny compared to him, it made Error want to laugh. That, or, pick up the other and hold him up just to see his feet dangle and see the other's reaction. Pushing that thought back, Error handed over the photos so that Shears could see them. It wasn't like the smaller one would do anything to them or steal them for whatever reason.

Shears gently took the photos with his free hand, the other still holding tightly onto the Error doll. Looking over the photos, he had no idea what to feel.

The first photo had Error kneeling down in the middle of what looked like a endless what place, meaning that it must be the Anti-VOID. He stood tall, with a amused look and smirk on his face and holding a human child upside down by their ankle. With his other hand, he was using one finger to push on a smaller forehead and keep away another child that looked very much like the one hanging upside down. Both children were swinging around their fists, knives on the ground, and Shears could make out other children, all in different sizes and some different colored stripped sweaters, laughing in the background. It struck Shears that he was looking at a bunch of different Charas.

In the next photo, it seemed to be taken just at the right moment; With Error kicking down a door with a frustrated and annoyed expression on his face. Taking a closer look, Shears saw that Error was holding a skeleton in one arm, the skeleton had black tear marks going down his face and a sad expression as he pointed out to the other two Monsters in the photo. Behind Error, he could see another smaller skeleton peaking around Error with a glare, a big sword strapped to his back. In front of Error, and looked to be running away or trying anyway, was a skeleton with a hood up and jacket, knife in hand, and bloodied skeleton with a huge hole in his skull and axe over his shoulder.

The last photo was shot in what looked like a living room. Error, with his glasses on, was sitting on a couch and knitting something with his strings. A strange shorter skeleton that looked to be made of tar was dozing off, leaning on Error's arm as he worked. Error had on a neutral expression, relaxed as he worked and didn't seem to mind the other sleeping on him or the fact that he seemed close to falling onto him.

"Who...Who are these people Error?" Error blinked at the other's tone, but shrugged it off.

Pointing to the other with the Charas in it, Error started to explain. "thOSE aRE mosTLY ChaRAs WiTH soME fRIskS. tHEY aRE muCH liKE mE, TiED TO bAlanCE anD faTE. tHEy aRE thE conasquences TO thE FallEN hUMaN'S aCtIONS. iF thE huMAn kILL s anYONe, thEY TakE ovER tO tRY anD tEacH thE hUMAn a lESsON. IT NEvER usuaLLy WORkS, anD oTHErs blAME thEM lIKE thEY dO mE. SO, i TEacH thEM anD GIvE tHEM ThiNGs WHEn i CaN. tHIS hERe iS duRINg a lEssON thAT TuRnED INtO plAy TImE. ONE oF thE chaRAs sTOLE a CamERa AND tOOk thiS wiTHoUt mE KnoWinG." Error lightly smirked, fondness in his eyes as he looked to the photo. "i WoULdn'T WanT tHEM TO ENd UP liKE mE. DuSTtalE'S ChaRA hAS alREaDY FallEN TO inSaniTY. ThoUgH i StILL VisiT tHEm aS WeLL....thEY CalL mE DunClE ErRoR." Error chuckled, finding amusement in it. That he would be called such and that no one would really believe it...not Ink or the other skeletons at least.

Then, Error pointed to the next photo, the one where he was seen kicking down a door. "ThiS onE hERE iS whEN i VisiTED niGhtmaRE'S GanG. THEy aRE maDE uP oF ThE 'DaRK' SanSEs. niGHTmaRE toOK iT unkNOW TO mE At tHE tIME." Error snorted in dark amusement at this. "SlayER - tHE killER!SaNS i AM holDING - hAD camE TO ME nEaRlT CrYInG WHeN i WaS viSiTIng fOR a FEW daYS wiTh CroSS riGHt bEhiND hIM - tHE onE bEHiND mE iS cRoSS." Error pointed to the skeletons he was talking about, a smirk on his face. "hoRRoR - HoRRoRTalE!SanS, tHE oNE wiTH tHE axE - AnD DusT - ThE onE wiTH tHE KNiFE, DusTtalE!SanS - hAD bEEn TeaSiNG SlayER aND ToOK hiS kniFE FrOM hIM, REfusING tO GIvE iT bACk." The darker skeleton frowned lightly at this, looking like a aggravated parent for all the world to see. "SO i buSTEd IN tO tHE rOOm tHEY hAD bolTEd TO kEEp SlayER anD cRosS ouT, kiCKinG iT doWN. tHE roOM TuRNEd ouT TO bE niGHtmaRE'S oFFicE. hE hAd TakEN pICTUREs bEcauSE hE SaiD hE WaNTEd TO SEE thEIR FacES aS thEY goT scolDED foREvER. AnyWaY, AfTER gETTinG thE knIFE bACk, i sENt thEM TO TheIR RoOMS FoR thE resT oF thE niGht. ThE nExT moRninG WE haD a lONG TaLK tHE ENdED wiTH slaYER foRGiVING thEM." Error huffed, fondness in his eyes betraying him. "tHEY aRE suCH a hANDfULL WhEN i SeE oR visT thEM aLL."

"You...sent them to their rooms?" A smile was working it's way up Shears's face, even if his eyes were torn in a way Error couldn't understand. "And they listened?"

"oF couRsE thEY DID." Error brows frowned in confusion, not understanding why they wouldn't listen to him. "SuRE, tHEy grumBlED AboUT iT anD TRiEd tO TalK thEIR WaY ouT oF iT, bUt i woULDn'T lEt thEM."

Now Shears was laughing, confliction gone completely gone as if it was never there.

Looking Shears up and down, Error just went on after a moment. He'll never understand others, that much he is for sure of.

Pointing to the last picture, the one where he was sitting and knitting with a dozing Nightmare next to him. "thIS hERe iS niGHtmARE. hE'S bEEN trYinG tO TakE ovER thE mulTIvERsE For a WhilE nOW. hE kEEPs aSkiNg mE tO joIN EvEN afTEr i TolD hiM "nO" ToO manY timEs tO COunT." Error snickered at Shears's shocked face. "iF yOU caN'T tELL, hE'S alWaYS buSy wiTH somEthING. HE hAD bEEn siTTIng nExT TO mE DOinG SomE paPERWoRK whILE I kniTTeD. EvenTuaLLY, HE sTaRTed TO SleEp. I DiDn'T moVe IN FeaR oF wakING hIm uP. oThEr monStERs aRE noT liKE mE, AS i DO noT nEEd slEEP. i thINk SLayER waS thE onE tO TakE thiS phOto..."

'It sounds like...' Shears couldn't help himself now. "Error?" Error blinked, looking down at Shears in question. "Are these your friends?"

"FriENDS?" Error titled his head with a frown, thinking on it. Friends sounded...wrong to him. "thEY'RE mINE...bUT nOt mY friENDS." Error shook his head, looking frustrated. "yOU aRE mY FriEND. mY oNLY OnE. yOU aRE onE oF mINE, jUST aS thEY aRE..." The Destroyer missed how shocked and flustered Shears looked at this information as he tried to put what he was feeling into words. "bUT iT's DiFFeREnt...i CaN'T pUT iT iNTo WORdS." Error grumbled, rubbing his tear marks as he tried to explain.

"Ffuffu..." 

Error blinked, coming out of his thoughts as he turned his head to the sound. He was greeted with Shears trying to hide his face, which was now pink, and giggling quietly. "ShEaRS?"

"Ffuffuff~" Shears giggled, lifting his hand and lightly patting Error's arm. Making said skeleton twitch and look at said hand like he has never seen it before. Although, while looking at the hand, Error just noticed the stitching on him. It was like he was a doll that had been stitched together. "My sweet, dear Error! How you flatter me so!" Shaking off the giggles, Shears smiled gently and sounded so in awe as he went on. "You are my only friend as well."

Feeling something warm in his SOUL, Error twitched and glitched. He was used to pain in his SOUL, not warmth in the SOUL. Trying to take his mind off of it, Error lightly took Shears's hand and held it up to his face. He took in the stitching on the smaller hand. It was like if someone had put Shears through a sewing machine.

Shears shifted, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the way Error was staring at his stitching. "Error-"

"yoU'Re vERy pReTTY." Error bluntly stated this like a fact, taking in the detail of Shears's stitching. Reaching up, Error lightly ran a finger down the stitching. "DO tHEsE huRT?"

....ba-thump....

"N-No..." Shears could only pray that Error couldn't hear his pounding heart. His body lightly shook at the feather like touches, face heating up and his mind going on over drive. Who knew the God of Destruction could be so gentle.

...ba-thump....

"EnCHanTinG..." Error muttered, taking in the smaller hand. Not a scratch on it, while Error's was covered in scars, nicks and cracks. Eyes followed the arm up to the flustered face, Shears biting his lip and looking a bit dazed. "yoU'RE ONE oF thE mOST bEauTIfUL MonStERs i'VE EvER SeEN iN anY AU." Error admitted with no shame whatsoever. In his mind, it was true. Most Sanses don't care on how they look at all. The only one that he can think of is Lust, and it's for a reason that makes Error very uncomfortable. Sure, there are some that look better or try better, but they all remind him of Monsters he has seen before. Shears doesn't really remind him of anyone, and that's very refreshing to the glitch.

...ba-thump...

Shears looked up at the dark skeleton in awe while said skeleton let go of Shears's hand finally. Shears slowly put his arm down, hand going to hold the Error doll that he dropped before. Error picked up the photos, putting them back in the box, never noticing the staring Shears.

'I'm....beautiful....' Shears lifted his hand slightly, letting his sleeve fall a bit. 'Error...finds me enchanting, pretty and beautiful....' It was like someone has hit him in his SOUL. He felt like he could melt and faint at the same time. Shears was covered in the stitching, that meant that Error found everything about him enchanting.

"ShEaRS." Shears jolted, letting his hand drop once more as he looked up to Error. Error was smiling lopsidedly down at him, it almost looked like a smirk. "ArE wE gOING TO woRK ON tHE sTitCh aGaIN? i GoT sOME fabRIc yOU caN pRacTIcE ON."

"U-Um...Y-Yes.." Error raised a brow at the sudden shyness, but shrugged it off. Getting out the fabric, some plain yellow cotton fabric, out of the box, Error called out his strings. "OKAY. WaTCh cloSelY."

Shears was a flustered mess, he couldn't pay attention. With a gulp, Shears tried to control his shaking and heat covered face with less then success. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to sew right now, Shears slowly leaned into Error, making the skeleton pause in what he was doing. Error glitched and twitched, turning his head to look at Shears.

"E-Error..." Shears smiled dreamily up at Error, free hand coming up to tug on Error's coat. "C...Could you please tell me about the other AU's?" It might give him time to calm down from what Error has done to him.

With a snort, Error put down the fabric with a nod. Slayer asked the same thing every time he saw Error, so it wasn't a hard thing to do by now. "SuRE. hOW abOUT i TeLL yOU abOUT aU'S lONg GOne, lOSt tO TImE AnD DesTRucTIOn?"

"Yes, please do so." Shears sighed out, never taking his eyes off Error.

With that, Error started to tell the many different stories about AU's long before Shears's time. AU's lost to time, to Fate, to destruction and to creation. How some AU's faded without him doing anything, how Ink had forgotten about his own creations. He told Shears of the sights he has seen, of the different cultures he had encountered before. Of things that were beyond time itself, but had to go because Fate deemed it so. Error told Shears the start of it all.

Shears let Error's words wash over him. This was what he wanted. He wanted his small world to grow, to be filled with laughter and noise for as long as it can. Clinging to the doll within his hold, Shears wondered if this was the start of something new.

But sadly, all good times must end.

Error paused after some time, a frown on his face. That feeling was once again coming up. Shears blinked at the pause, moving his head to look up at Error. "My dear Error, what troubles you?"

"i hAVE tOO manY TrouBlES tO lISt oFF. iF i DID thAT, WE wouLD bE hERE foREvER." Error scoffed, gently nudging Shears off of him. "i GoT TO geT bACK tO WOrK."

"Already?" Shears frowned, getting up after Error did so.

"SaDLY. INk miGHt bE iN oNE OF hIS cREaTiVe MOOds." Error sighed harshly, rubbing his tear marks. "mAYBe iF i DEsTROy MORe AU'S tHEN uSUal, THaT'LL GivE mE mORE timE?" He muttered to himself as he plopped the fabric back into the box and carefully taking off his glasses and putting it as well as the photo's inside his trench coat. "iS It alRiGHt iF i lEaVE THE boX hERE?" Error asked Shears, stretching a bit as he knew that there was a high chance he was going to have to fight Ink if the creator was in a creative mood.

"Of course you may!" Shears quickly agreed, clutching the Error doll tightly to his chest. "But...You shall be back...right?" Shears asked quietly, looking to Error hopefully.

"If YOU WanT mE TO." Error told the smaller skeleton. When Shears quickly said that he did want that, Error tilted his head in thought. "tHEN i'LL huRRy aS muCH aS i CaN. bUT iF iNk FIghTS mE, iT couLD taKE mE a WeEK aT tHE mosT." Error grumbled at the memories of Ink chasing after him that whole time he destroyed, making the process longer then ever at the time. "mAYBE a lITTlE moRE tHEN thAT iF HE gETS iT IN hIS hEaD tO Try And sTalk ME agAIN."

With that, Error patted Shears on the head and made a portal. "i'LL bE bAcK aS SOon AS i CaN. i pRomiSE." Error told the smaller skeleton before giving one last pat. With only one long step, Error was gone once more and the portal vanished as if it was never there to start with.

Taking in a deep breath, Shears looked out into the white with a big pout. "See? I told you he would keep his promise, that he shall return!" Shears huffed, eyes slightly narrowed as he lifted the gifts up. "He has even saw fit to give me two gifts! TWO! One made by his own hand and SOUL. See? This is why I do not listen to you! He kept his word, his promise to me. Nothing at all like THEM. Error would never betray me so, so stop it at once you aggravating voice!"

Only silence answered him, making him puff in his chest in pride. With that out of the way, he went back to his usual spot after picking up his gifts.

Smiling brightly, Shears gently say down the doll and bar of chocolate. Taking off his dress once that was done, leaving him in a green hoodie and pair of short blue shorts, Shears started to unthread his dress.

'Error called me enchanting...more beautiful then any other that he has seen!' Shears giggled, not stopping himself from glancing down at the doll sitting by him. Shears would have to come up with something much more presentable then to impress Error. To show Error that he could be even more enchanting. Maybe even something much more impressive to lead Error to him. So much work to do in a week alone!

He looked down to the green threads, in so many different shades, that he took from his dress. With a grin, he started winding the threads.

Error was such a sweet Monster, even with the heavy burden he holds and must carry. Taking the time to visit him and talk to him. To give him gifts and say such kind words to him. It made Shears's SOUL pound and a silly grin work it's way up as he hummed a song while working.

'Error shall return.'

With that firmly in Shears's mind, no doubts came to haunt him as he worked. No matter how much time passes, Shears will be at ease and patient, knowing that Error would not fail him. That he would come back and keep his word.

And no matter how much time passes, the little Error doll would be at his side, within and on him at all times. Such a priceless gift that was given to him. He would protect it no matter what.

As Shears worked and hummed a song, the Error doll had been moved from the ground into Shears's lap. He made sure to keep it safe and made sure to know where the chocolate was at all times.

'When Error comes back, I'll be sure to share it with him!' Shears laughed merrily at this, SOUL fluttering at the mere thought of Error coming back to see him. 'Food is much more delicious when you share it with someone you care about.'

The endless whit filled with colorful threads was soon filled with happy humming.

-With Error-

"ERROR-!" Ink screamed out, brush ready to fight, waiting for Error to attack only for-

"nOPE." Error had no time for this. He actually had someone waiting for him! Ink was not about to mess this up for him. It was simple to just go to a completely random AU, destroy it rather then the one Ink was at, and then go on from there. "FuCK tHIS shIt, I'M oUT."

Ink's jaw dropped in shock, eyes wide at seeing Error just wave at him, going through a new portal to stars knows where. "SEE yA. Do NoT haVE tiME foR yOU oR oUR FigHTS. gO boTHER soMEONE ELsE RiGHt nOW."

Ink wouldn't admit it, but that kind of stung a bit.

-End Chapter-

Here it is! I'm so happy right now I might as well float off into space!

I just find Error and Shears so cute! This and forever will be my OTP and I will go down with this ship even if it kills me!

While it is the same Error as my other stories, remember that this is a different story. So character relationships may be different compared to my other stories.

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