As Error trudged through the softly packed snow, he noticed a patch of dirt not covered in the fluffy substance that surrounded his blood covered feet.

This was perfect for Error's plan, since the lack of snow meant he was getting closer to Waterfalls, where there would likely cloth and fabric.

And off Error set again, just because closer, that didn't mean he was at Waterfall quite yet. Little did he know that he was being watched by all the residents of Snowdin. For with having his body with so little blood, also removed his ability to notice the fact that he had gone through Snowdin hours before.

~Le temmie skip~

More and more, the day continued to move along, and with it, the dark boned skeleton named Error. And although it had taken him a long time, (the perception of time was utterly lost on him) Error had finally made it to what he thinks is Waterfall.

Although not even a skeleton that has been beaten to near death can escape the power of the writer, for it was at that moment that he had tripped, effectively faceplanting into the muddy surface he had been standing on moments before.

( side note, I wrote everything above this last week when I said I'd update this book before the end of winter break, then this morning I thought, wow this is a nice last day of the break.... Oh sh- I need to work on this!)

Error groaned as he wiped the mud from his eye sockets, he could tell that today was going to be a horrible day, despite it already being disastrous. As Error's vision darkened, he trudged along the path leading to the dump, hoping to be able to make it there before he inevitable passed out due to loss of blood.

Just as the dark boned skeleton made it to the large waterfall that lead to the dump, he looked over the edge, only to then pass out, falling into the hungry abyss that lurked below.

~time skip, due to continuity issues~

Error woke in unfamiliar territory, surrounded by blinding lights and a comfortable feeling throughout his broken bones. 'Is this what death feels like' Error wondered blissfully as the feeling engulfed his very soul.

Error then heard shuffling around him, and suddenly knew he was not alone.

Fear eventually won over his senses and he shot straight out of the comfortable embrace like feeling, only to see that he was in the house of the skeleton brothers.

Error looked around the house in disbelief, wondering which skeleton (or goat or human, or whatever) would willing allow a known destroyer into their home. He knew for a fact that Inky always warned the person in sans's place of Error's existence, just in case.

Then again, this could always just be a set up or a trap, and now that Error was thinking about it, that was the most likely reason to be in this particular building, especially after the beating he had received the day before.

(A/n sorry it's not super long, I have school tomorrow and I have to go to bed X-X I'm hoping to continue this further and quicker after this chapter, but who knows.

Next chapter we'll get a guest appearance of one of my other sans OC's because I truly have no life. Bye~)