Distinguishing Marks: Glitching, Scar Going Through His Left Eyesocket, Half Of His Skull Is Off-White Inside, Gold Left Robotic Arm, Blue Right Robotic Arm, Blue Sun Marking On Right Cheekbone
Outfit: Blue Pantone, Blue, Jonquil And Naples Yellow Scarf, Space Cadet And Beige Sweater, Davys Grey and Quicksilver Pants, Black Boots
A FlawedSunshine roleplay with a prompt that was "Error discovers long-isolated Solar"
@bluepalleteuniverse wanted to be tagged
For some explanation, Solar didn't change his name yet, so he's going to be refered to as Sol
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Sol is sitting on the ground, curled up. He's alone, been alone for a long long time, he hates it, he's soundlessly crying, his voice not working properly due to screaming.
Error blips into existence his back to Sol and looks around, scowling. He doesn't see Sol yet.
Sol heard something behind him and turned his head to look what it was, when he saw Error, he got a bit shocked and rubbed his eyesockets thinking that he's just imagining him.
A quick check at the code of the AU would show that there's only one person here and it was that way for a long long time.
Error does just that and checks the code. He turns around squinting.
"Well who do we have here?" Error's expression changes to an easy grin with his eyelights glinting sadistically.
Sol just looks at him, unable to say anything, his expressions shift between happiness, confusion, shock and sadness, he slowly stood up.
" Heh you look like you've been through a wringer" Error's grin widens "You're the only one left here aaaand looks like you have been for a while." He looks Sol up and down. "You got a name?"
Sol thinks for a moment trying to think of a way to say his name, finally deciding to write his name in the air, He wrote "Sol"
He's smaller than Error and looks weak.
Error squints at him for a second "...Sol?" Error raises a eyebrow "Ah can't talk, I see... You always been mute?"
Sol shook his head, as in no, he wasn't. Sol is looking at Error, he's a bit scared, but also curious about Error.
Error stared at Sol thoughtfully, "Can you sign?"
"A bit" Sol signed.
"That makes things easier" Error signed back and then out loud "So what happened here?"
"Many things, mostly my brother" His expression changed to sadness.
"How long you've been here, alone?" Error looks around pointedly.
"I don't know exactly, but a few years maybe? I'm not sure"
Error falls silent and he looks at Sol like he's some particularly difficult math problem he has to solve.
"Well look, honestly I'm here to rip this place to shreds. There's enough extra garbage stinking up the Multiverse, don't see the point in leaving a practically dead and empty AU be." He lets his words hang in the air waiting for a reaction.
Solar nodded slightly as in I understand.
Error's grin faltered and he was silent for a moment. He looks away scowling.
"Look I don't usually do this but, it's your lucky day I guess, I'll give ya a choice." He rubs at the back of his neck, still not making eye contact.
"You can come with me, or you can stay here and get destroyed with the rest of this junk. I don't care either way." Error then looks at Sol.
Sol takes a moment to understand what Error said, "I'll come with you" He signed.
Error nods "Alright... Okay." He opens a portal to the Anti-Void and motions for Sol to step through. "Go then, I gotta get this done before the fuckin' ink stain figures out what I'm up to."
Sol hesitantly stepped through the portal and looked around.
"If any dipshit pops in by chance, do me a favor and hide in that giant ass cardboard box over there. Be back in a sec." and with that the portal zips close behind Sol.
About an hour later Error ports back in looking disgruntled with a few paint splats on him.
He jumps visibly when he sees Sol. He puts a hand on his chest and breathes out a relieved sigh. "Fuck I forgot you were here."
Sol is looking at him slightly worried, "Are you okay?"
"I didn't mean to scare you" He signed.
"I'm fine." Error grumbled looking anything but.
"Are you sure? What happened?"
"A shithead showed up and I kicked his ass, that's what" Error snapped.
Sol nodded slightly, "So what's your name?" Sol smiled slightly.
Error was busy looking looking off into middle distance unfocused.
His attention snapped back to Sol suddenly. He pinched his brow "Sorry repeat that, I wasn't looking."
"What's your name?" He's waiting for a reply. Sol is looking at Error with curiosity.
"Ah yeah didn't introduce myself earlier. The name's Error" He eyed Sol warily.
"You have an interesting name" Sol smiled at him.
Error relaxed a little, he was expecting Sol to go for a handshake. "Uhhh thanks right back atcha." Error scratched the back of his skull looking awkward a hint of blue coloring his cheekbones.
"Ok so... now that introductions are outta the way gonna lay down some ground rules." Error leveled a serious gaze at Sol and began listing while counting out on his fingers.
"Don't touch me. Don't touch my shit. Especially don't touch those." He gestured to his strings spread about the Anti-Void. "Don't break my shit. Don't eat my chocolate... And do not!" Error abandons counting and just points a finger at Sol .
"Don't you dare interrupt me when i'm watching Undernovela." Error squints at Sol "You can follow that shit and I might not regret sparing an anomaly for once, capiche?"
Sol nodded.
"K... Good." Error pauses. "Any of the furniture is free game though. The brain teaser puzzles too."
"Okay" Sol looked around, thinking what to do.
Error sighed and flopped into a bean bag chair, his body doing a hard glitch on impact. Error kicked the other chair a small distance away from himself, gesturing for Sol to take it.
He pulled a towel from seemingly out of nowhere and began to blot at paint splats, glancing at Sol intermittently. "So... what exactly happened for you to be left like that back there anyway?"
"You said something about your brother?"
Sol sat down on the chair, "Do you have something to write with and on? I don't know if I could sign it all"
Error nodded and fished a notepad from under his bean bag and tossed it towards Sol. He then pulled a pen from his pocket and tossed that too.
Sol caught the notepad and the pen and began writing, after a while gave the notepad back to Error.
Basically he and his brother had an argument, his brother drank something, got covered by goop, basically ripped Sol' arm off and then went on a killing spree.
His brother took over the throne and was still killing if someone didn't listen to him. Sol was fighting his brother with two friends.
After a while one of the friends left to the other side od the conflict, after more time his brother left the AU with two people.
Sol discovered that the second friend died and took his soul. His friend that stayed, an artist, wanted to leave after the brother and they had an argument about it.
In the end the artist left and Sol was left alone where the rest of the Skeletons either dusted from injuries or themselves.
Error read it and looked up at Sol. "Damn..."
"That's rough, buddy."
Error looks back down at the notepad and back to Sol in confusion "Why can't you talk? You said you were able to talk before."
"Well when I was alone the first few days went kinda okay, but then the loneliness got to me, I started talking to myself, but it didn't really help, then I was screaming just all the time, that damaged my vocal chords, I guess" He's kinda embarassed by this, but his expression is mostly sad.
Error looks sympathetic. He gestures to his own throat "Is it sore? ... Or only if you try to speak?"
"Sore and it hurts more when I try to speak"
Error falls silent for a moment, his expression pensive. Error gets up with a disgruntled sigh and shuffles behind his television set.
Sol can't see what Error's doing but he hears water being poured, the clink of ceramic on glass, and the tell tale beeps of a microwave being used.
Error shuffles back and sets a steaming cup with a tea bag in it and a bottle of honey within reaching distance of Sol and flops back on his bean bag. He looks away from Sol.
"It's uh ginger tea wih a splash of lemon juice. That, and honey usually helps." Error's's got a slight blush.
Sol smiles "Thank you" He added some honey and after the tea cooled down a little bit, he began to drink it, enjoying the warm tea very much.
"No problem" Error said, blush still prevalent on his face.
"Do You have any hobbies?"
Error shrugged "Reading, knitting, solving the teaser puzzles, I'm good with my hands, I make plushies sometimes.."
"Can you show me someday?"
"Yeah." Error nodded "What about you? Hobbies? Interests?"
"Acting mostly"
Error looks interested "Acting?"
"You know, you got a bunch of people that take certain roles and act out scenes, I like to do that, I'm quite good too" Really good if you consider that Sol was the star of his Underground.
Error finishes wiping off the paint and tossed the towel off to the side. "That's pretty cool."
Sol smiled.
Error blushed, and then his expression unfocused for a second before he scowled, blushing harder.
"Something happened?"
Error looked at Sol, "What was that?"
"Did something happen?"
"No!" Error snapped, his face only glowing brighter.
Sol lowered his skull, feeling bad that he asked.
Error's hands shot out in a placating gesture "Aghhh no! Sorry- I just- f-fuck-" Error glitched "S-sorry, I didn't mean to snap. You d-did nothing." Suddenly both his hands smacked into his face and he dragged them down with a groan.
"No worries"
Error sighed and sunk himself further into his bean bag chair. Sol yawned, slightly rubbing his eyesocket.
"You tired?"
Sol nodded.
Error looked around his brows furrowed .
"Shit." He muttered under his breath. "There's a bed over there if you wanna use it."
"Okay" Sol stood up and smiled at Error "Thank you"
Error blushes "No problem"
Sol went to lay down on the bed, he quickly fell asleep.
Error gets up and checks on him and pulls the covers over Sol more. He then flops back on his bean bag and pulls out materials to start knitting a scarf.
I sigh and look back at the stars. I really should have my glasses... I sit up and open a small portal back to the antivoid, reaching in and grabbing my glasses. I put them on the grab my needles to knit. I close the portal.
Solar: You look cute in glasses
Sunspot: *He's looking at the stars, a small smile on his face, He's listening to them, He's playing with the end of his scarf, he does that mostly when he's nervous*
