#event: error!

[vilefilth]

GUESS WHO IS NORMAL AGAIN BITCHES? ME!

NOW I NEED TO LEARN SOME ADVANCED CODING SO IF SHIT LIKE THAT HAPPENS AGAIN, I CAN FIX IT MYSELF. I HATE BEING A BURDEN. BUT FIRST, A NAP...

[vilefilth]

RAWR!

I ASKED EGGHEAD TO TAKE A PICTURE. IT ME, RADIO.

GOD I CAN’T WAIT TO BE BACK TO NORMAL. I NEVER PINED FOR MY DEFORMED BODY MORE THAN I AM NOW.

[vilefilth]

NEVER UNDERSTOOD THE ALLURE OF PUTTING MONSTERS INTO HEAT... ALSO I THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY A FEMALE THING? I DUNNO. PEACHES GOES INTO HEAT AND IT KINDA WEIRDS ME OUT A LITTLE. I SUPPOSE IT’S JUST A WEIRD MONSTER THING I HAVE TO ACCEPT.

THANKFULLY, MY ABOMINABLE, VOID TWISTED BODY KEEPS ME FROM GOING HUMP LUSTY. PLUS I’M A DAMN RADIO RIGHT NOW. BOTH HELP IMMENSELY. 

[vilefilth]

Anger. Pure, fiery anger. Then sadness. Then anger again.

Reduced to the form of a Radio, Vile’s mind is clear now, but stuck. The fact that he cannot act is infuriating, and it doesn’t help that the glitch is running scared. He can feel it more closely this way, and again, it angers him. He hates it. He wants to stop this spread of errors, but he nor the glitch can stop it.

Vile wonders where the errors even stemmed from... Was it Seth? The horrors he endured in the facility not too long ago may have something to do with it... Or perhaps someone was tampering with it. Who though? Was it someone he knew? Someone close. Paranoia flushes through him as his thoughts went haywire with possibilities.

A blast of static filled with the sound of screams blasts through his speakers, unending and unrelenting. It could not have been Peaches, he knows he’d never do it... But he’s not home now. He’s elsewhere, within Snowy’s home. A snarl, then another scream blasts out. It has to be someone here.

[vilefilth]

ERROR!

ERROR! ERROR! SYSTEM CANnNOofhdskjgs...

System correction in progress. Please be patient while ChhhhhhHHHHH...

His body suddenly twisted in pain, his flesh screaming as muscles contort and seize. Claws grew longer, fangs sharper than before. Black, foul smelling ichor poured from every tear on his body as he grew more and more grotesque. He had to get out. It was the first thought that came to mind in the tangled mess of errors. He had to leave before Peaches arrives with Papyrus.

His jaw pops and clicks as it re aligns and changes, while his arms grew long and uneven. He drags himself out of the house and into the wilderness, muffled screams and cries following after him.

As for the glitch... He was thoroughly amused. His vessel may be more disgusting than before, but how this came to be is just curious. He had nothing to do with the strange error that was mutating Vile, but he was interested to see what caused it regardless.

One thing did worry him though: Would Vile’s mind be effected too?

[vilefilth]

The Gaster variant toiled over his code. Thankfully, his messy spaghetti code was forgiving and mistakes were easily reversed. The arm emboldened him to continue working to find a “cure” to his situation. Unfortunately, it was nearing closer and closer to the glitch’s red text. It was still perfect, if that made sense. It was odd how he had not fallen to the onslaught of errors that plagued Vile’s mind. He was curious though... Could he somehow separate this bit of code? Maybe even delete it?

A hum droned out of his speakers, then he proceeds after creating a save state. Hopefully his mind will not be in a state of irreversible damage... but nothing was being done by the others. Risks have to be made now. He can hear the glitch’s protests in that annoying monotone voice. “Don’t,”

If he could, Vile would be smiling. This only made him want to do it even more. “There could be consequences that neither of us can recover from.” Vile chuckled, selected all of that nasty red text, then deleted it. At that moment, screams and static boomed from his speakers. His form behaved like that of a damaged video tape, tearing and wobbling. The errors stopped dead in their tracks though, and Vile was still, for the most part, aware and ‘there’. It was as if he were in a strong dust storm, reaching out at mostly obfuscated code as it tore at him. Though strained and barely hanging on, he managed to edit more and more of his code. Now came the true test... He hits ‘Save’.

The pain was gone. Everything was clear now. That is, until he began to implode. Scratchy screams crackled through the air in pain, then the balled up form hits the floor like a glass full of oil and blood. Well... that didn’t go well. The liquid bubbles, then Vile initiates the save state to reverse that mess. He really ought to find some help. Someone that knew what they were doing and one that he can trust. He wasn’t desperate enough to find help outside of his friends and family. Not yet anyway.

[vilefilth]

I HAVE MANAGED TO CODE ONE OF MY ARMS INTO EXISTENCE. NOW I CAN GIVE @a-piece-of-him-right-here HIGH FIVES. AND OTHER PEOPLE TOO.

MAYBE I -CAN- FIX MYSELF...

[vilefilth]

Vile hissed and growled at the “new” person. He didn’t like him, not one bit... He tried to tear through the arm of his leather coat, but it was resistant. It was strong, too strong. He just wanted to maim him...

But Snowy said to let go. He said he’d get an egg. He knew that word. Egg. Delicious egg. Though he may be unable to get it into his mouth, he can at least enjoy it the messy way.

The glitch was getting antsy though. He didn’t like Vile before, but this is worse. He can practically see the Errors over the horizon inside of Vile’s spaghetti code. If it were to wash over him-- Well, he doesn’t want to think of it. Right now, this man standing before Vile was his only hope of a continued existence. If not, then there is little he could do. He could “fight” the Errors, but that may only delay the inevitable.

The glitch usually never felt emotion, but for the first time in awhile, he was actually scared.