#tailoredtale

[coolbattlegirl]

Tailoredtale Shears

Shears belongs to his rightful owner

Inspired by The shop of Enbizaka 

[lostnightmare666]

More of this boy!

[harrish6]

String Stitches - Chapter 1 - Finding The Thread And Needle

Shears!Sans and TailoredTale belongs to JuneTheGlassesBearer, I do not own them. They were nice enough to give me permission to use them both, so thanks again for that! You have no idea how much I ship Shears with my version of Error. I'm trash, but so proud of it right now. Like, I can't stop smiling and laughing after JuneTheGlassesBearer gave me permission to use their OC - I'm most likely freaking out my dogs right about now.

Error is my Forced Destroyer and Forced God Of Destruction Error. Just wanted everyone to know in case there was a misunderstanding. This isn't the Threadverse - JuneTheGlassesBearer made Threadverse, not me.- it is set in my Forced Destroyer Universe.

You all should go check out JuneTheGlassesBearer! They can be found on Wattpad, AO3, deviantart and Tumblr. They even have a story for Shears - that is called Tailoredtale - that while unfinished is still great, that's where I fell in love with the character.

No, you all don't understand. I have been eyeing Shears like a piece of candy for so long. I finally bit the bullet and asked to use him. Remember this, sometimes all you have to do is go for it and things work out for you!

-Chapter Start-

"WhY CaN'T HE juST StOP! iS iT thAT haRD!? iS IT a ADdiCtION oF soME kIND oR IS tHIS whoLE thING liKE a GamE TO hIM?!" Error snarled to himself, stumbling into the shadows of a random AU he fled to. Blood was seeping off him, dust flaking off. Sometimes he wished he could just rip Ink's head off, but he was Fate's favorite as well as needed for the balance. But was it really Balance when the creation side of everything is throwing said Balance out the window? Where was his break in it all. "StUpID, INsaNE CreaToR iS GoinG TO bE tHE dEaTh oF EvERyTHinG!"

Not that Error cared too much for the other Au's, but he didn't want everything to die out. There were some AU's that he liked in fact, but the issue was that there were too many AU's, and then copies of those AU's as if there already were not enough. Ink didn't know where to drawl the line.

Error had just been doing his job, destroying some AUs that were close to touching and making some room for others to grow in. He also had destroyed some new AU's, ones that were not fully developed. It was easier that way, and made sure that he killed less Monsters and people. Killing was all well and fine, Error even enjoys it depending on who and why, but killing children and babies? Yeah, no. He'll do it if he has to, but up far away with his Gaster Blasters so he doesn't see or hear their screams.

In any case, while on the job, Ink decided to come out of nowhere and fight him for the AU he was about to destroy. A undeveloped copy. Not a Original, so what was the issue here? They fought like always, with Fate on Ink's side as always. Error could win, he knows this, but what was the point really. As long as the AU is destroyed, then his job is done no matter how many new scars he gets. So, after getting whaled on, Error got in a few hits then destroyed the AU, leaving while Ink screamed and yelled.

He landed in a random AU, not thinking about it too much as he tried to gather his thoughts. Making sure to stick to the shadows of the random Snowdin so that no one freaks out and gets Ink or Dream.

Breathing heavily, Error had to thank his high pain tolerance. Broken bones, SOUL having one more scar - one that he didn't put there - and blood seeping out with dust mixing in. He knew that if he looked in a mirror, then he would see a Monster that looked like he was about to die.

Heh, if only he was that lucky. Death would never come to take him.

"tCh!" Error clicked his tongues, eyes narrowed as he formed a portal to the Anti-VOID. "bEttER ResT whILE i CaN." The Voices will be sure to tell him when he had to go and destroy once more if he doesn't feel it first, but before that, he wanted to relax for a bit. With that in mind, he took a step into the portal.

And stepped out into a place that was not in fact the Anti-VOID. The Anti-VOID was completely white with only his blue strings, dolls, puppets and whatever the hell he stole to bring any type of color to it. So why was there a a bunch of colors in the endless white that Error has known his entire life of being formed?

Blinking, Error took in the white place that was covered in colorful strings, each string and thread giving off it's own magic, it's own life. Blinking once more, Error turned his head to see the portal he went through was now gone. Weird, as he didn't call off the portal. Finally, blinking for a third time, Error pulled out the Codes of this place to make sure that this was in fact, not the Anti-VOID.

The Codes in the small portal told him that this was in fact, a AU. A very small one, almost invisible next to the other AU's and without a name, but still a AU. Well, that's one reason he never knew it existed. There is no reason, as the likely hood of him needing to destroy this place is low with how tiny it is.

If he didn't know better, he would think someone was pranking him by going to the Anti-VOID and messing with it to throw him off. But everyone hates the Anti-VOID - himself included - no one would willing go into it unless they had to. Ink may do it, but he just got out of a fight with the creator. Even Ink couldn't have done this in a short amount of time. There were strings and threads as far as the eye could see, meaning that the whole AU must be covered in them if not mostly all of it. Not to mention that they have magic in them. Why would Ink give him magical strings? Simple, he wouldn't. Ink knows and hates his strings, so why give him more? So, that option was out...So what was going on?

Rubbing his bleeding skull, Error glanced around in confusion and wonder just how in the hell he came here when he made a portal to the Anti-VOID. Looking to the ground, Error found that some threads on the ground were bunched and grouped together like it was being tied on the other end.

Now, any sane Monster or person would have left by now. Landing a weird place when you shouldn't have, in some place where you are not for sure is and having no idea what is going on makes leaving generally a good idea to do.

Error never admitted to being sane. In fact, he would own up to it and tell everyone like it is; He's insane.

Swiftly, the dark skeleton started to follow the threads that were grouped together. This was the most interesting thing to happen to him in many years, and he knew if it came down to it he could take anyone in a fight even as battered as he is. While confused, massively confused, on what is going on and how he even got here, Error figured this couldn't be worse then just sitting in the Anti-VOID and listening to the Voices as he knits and sews something together.

Eventually, Error came across a small figure sitting on the ground, turning the threads into strings. Snipping and moving the threads as needed with some shears. Tilting his head, Error took in the other. Obviously a skeleton monster, most likely a Sans. The other wore a reddish pink shoal and had fake silk flowers that were the color of the seven SOULS on the left side of his skull. He was also wearing a green dress that stopped at the ankles and had what looked like a hoodie under it or even attached to it. All in all, a very pretty skeleton from what Error could see. And as Error has yet to run in or even feel any other Monsters here, then he's betting that this Monster was the only one here.

Shifting, Error debated on what to do. On one hand, he could leave now that he knew what was on the other end. Try to leave that is, he's pretty iffy on what is going on with his portals after landing here. On the other hand, Error was still confused and wanted answers on just where he was and what was going on. For all he knew, this skeleton had answers...or not.

While thinking on it, Error started to scratch his skull out of habit, making the wounds on it worse.

The noise drew the attention on the other skeleton. Said skeleton slowly stood from where he sat, glancing around until his eyes settled on Error. Soft foot steps sounded out before a light gasp sounded out. Multicolored eyes shot down and met the face of the smaller skeleton. Both took each other in for the first time, eyes searching the other.

Now that Error could see the other's face, he took a closer look at it. Bending down lowly to take a better look, Error was slightly amazed with how different this skeleton was. Cracks and stitching on the other's skull caught his eye first before he slowly lowered his eyes lower to take in the rest of the face before him. In his left eye socket, he had a bright blue eye with magenta lines surrounded them in a almost hypnotic way. His right eye socket was droopy - much like Error's own - and had a normal magenta magic eye with a yellow shade to it on the side. Taking in the other's body language and expression, he could tell the smaller one wasn't going to suddenly attack him. In fact, the skeleton - which was a Sans, easy to tell once you see the face shape - looked very shocked to see him, if not a bit horrified and worried for some reason. Maybe he's heard of him? Wouldn't shock him.

While Error took in the other, the smaller one took in Error.

The Skeleton saw a new skeleton, something that had never happened before. The darker one was tall, taller then him as he only came up to his stomach! The newcomer wore a black trench coat with blue glowing stitching, ones that had magic in them much like his own strings. The inside of the trench coat was a dark blue with yellow stitching. A red sweater with black and yellow stitching on it, a blue scarf with red stitching on it, black pants with blue stitching and then some heavy duty sturdy looking black boots. The dark skeleton was unlike any he has ever seen before, with all his colors. The marks on his face looking like tears falling from his eyes, making his SOUL sadden at the sight. The taller one was glitching slightly, and covered in scars, cracks and marks, he was even bleeding and had dust flaking off him right now!

"Oh my goodness!" Error blinked at the voice coming from the Sans. It was slow and lazy, just as many other Sanses, but it was also smooth and feminine in a way. It was elegant and soothing, something that Error has never heard from a Sans before. "Stranger, you're bleeding!"

Blinking, Error took off his hand from his skull, glancing to it to see that he had been scratching one of the newer scars on himself. Seems he scratched it too hard, making more blood and dust come out.

The Sans fretted, reaching into his dress. Error tensed, expecting a weapon, but was shocked still when the Sans just pulled out a small magenta handkerchief. Still bent down, all the Sans had to do was each up to put the handkerchief on the heavily bleeding wound. The strange eyes took in all the scars and wounds that were bleeding with heavily concerned eyes.

Error didn't know how to deal with this.

The Sans blinked when the taller one slowly lifted his bloodied hand, stopping just inches from touching his own from where he was holding the handkerchief on the other's skull. "Sir?"

"...YoU DOn'T KNoW WHO i AM, DO yOU?" The Sans shivered at the other's voice. Deep, dark yet ever changing, like his voice was glitching.

"I can tell you are from another world, there is only me in this endless white." The Sans gently smiled at the taller one. "It has been that way for quite some time now."

Taking his clean hand, Error softly took the other's hand off him but not letting go even as he straightened. He just looked at the hand and now dirtied piece of fabric in the smaller hand. "yOU'RE liKE mE tHEN?" Seeing the other tilt his head, Error went on. "I livE iN thE anTI-VOID, WhERE thERE iS ONlY whiTE - EndlEsS whITE lIKE thIS. OnlY, I bROuGHt colOR TO iT diFFeREntlY."

"Like me...." The Sans breathed in wonder at this. "I never thought that there was someone like I."

"yoU aRE nOT liKE ME." Error pointed out, finally letting go of the smaller hand. "yOU ArE ToO pReTTY TO bE liKE mE." The darker skeleton bluntly stated.

The other started up at him, shocked with color coming alive on his cheeks. Then, he started giggling, hand coming up to cover his mouth. "Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~! Thank you for your sweet words!"

"thEY'RE noT SwEET woRDs, tHEY'RE tHE TRuTH." Error waved it off, glancing around once more, not noticing how flustered the other is now.

"If I may ask..." Error blinked, looking back down at the small Sans. Really, he only came up to his stomach, but a lot of Sanses are like that compared to Error. "How did you get here otherworldly stranger?"

"i mADe a poRTaL thAT EnDEd Up TakinG mE hERe FOr soME reASOn." The glitch answered with a slight frown. Now that he was thinking about it, where was here again? Ink always made sure to name his creations, that much Error was for sure. The Creator named them like they were his children, yet treated them so horribly. What sane kind of skeleton makes a HorrorTale or DustTale?

"A portal...." Shears hummed at this answer. "How amazing it must be to travel outside to other worlds."

"noT TOO amAziNG." Error grumbled out lowly, eyes glazing a bit as he remembered trying to leave the white for so long, only to end up outside and getting the worst kind of shock. insanity followed along with anger for awhile, but those cooled quickly.

"WhaT AU iS tHIS?" Error asked aloud after a moment, wondering for a moment if Ink and Fate are once more trying to do what they did to Error on another Monster. But this was a AU, it had the Codes to prove it, unlike the Anti-VOID which was pretty much a VOID in it's own right.

"AU....?" The Sans asked, a bit confused. "I'm not sure what you mean."

'Isolated...much like I was.' Error sighed, twitching slightly. "thERE aRE mANy DifFERenT woRlDs, WHAt mANy CaLL AltErnAte UniVeRsEs. AUs oR AU foR shoRT. ThEY aRE aLL namED aND NUmbEREd iF tHEY haVE copIES. i CHEcKEd thE COdES foR tHIS aU, iT doESn'T havE a namE tHErE." Now that Error was thinking about it, he didn't know what to call the other. Too many Sanses to go around calling him Sans.

But then again, once Error tells the other what he does, he's not going to want Error around him anymore. Might as well take in all this interaction as he can, not like he's going to be getting any more of it after today. There is the option of lying, but if there was one thing Error wasn't - it was a lyre. Oh, he'll tell half-truths and give vague answers, but not outright lie unless he has too or something of his was on the line. Not that he has anyone like that really.

The Sans blinked at this information. "I...I did not know this." He hummed, thinking on it. "I will have to come up with a name then..."

"SuRE." Error shrugged in answer. He just wanted something to finally call this place. Maybe that would lessen his whole confusion on this. "bY tHE waY..." The Sans looked up to him with a gentle smile and soft eyes. "WhaT DO i CaLL yOU? thERE aRE toO manY SanSEs TO calL yoU 'SaNS'."

"Oh! How rude of me! I haven't introduced myself yet, forgive me. Hmmm....!" The Sans shuffled about before his eyes lit up, bringing out his shears and waving them about. The only reason Error didn't lash out was because of him watching the other closely and he could sense no threat in the skeleton at all. "Shears! Call me Shears, after my beloved pair of course." Taking a closer look at the shears in Shears's hands, Error could see they were sharper then some of the knives that Charas use. But he supposed everyone needed a weapon in reach. Better to be prepared and all that. He could respect and understand that.

It never crossed his mind that there was a high possibility that Shears in no way uses his shears to stab other people. It said a lot about him that he immediately went to the more violent option.

"ShEaRs thEN...noW aLL yoU nEEd To DO iS NAmE yoUR aU. bUt thAT coulD bE laTER, nO RusH." Error said, only to blink in confusion when Shears lifted his free hand to him. Looking to Shears, Error had no idea what was going on.

"Hello, kind sir!" Error held back a snort at that. 'Kind Sir', there was nothing kind about him. "I am Shears, it is a honor to meet you...." Shears trailed off, looking up at Error as if he expected a answer of some kind.

- Music fills the air.... -

...ba-thump....

Error looks down at the hand, something too fast swimming in his mind. Blurred and fried at the edges, but still making his body move as if he has done so for many years.

- Dancing all around. Twirling tailcoats and dresses fill the place with color. -

...ba-thump....

Putting his bloodied hand to his chest over his heart, Error put his feet together and straightened.

- Someone stands before him, offering a hand... -

...ba-thump....

Using his clean hand, Error takes the offered hand and bends down straight and gracefully. Eyes locked on Shears, who was now looking wide eyed and pink.

- The royal purple dress and crown tells of her standing. -

...ba-thump....

Placing a soft kiss on the back of the hand, Error made sure to not break eye contact.

- There is only one way to greet a Lady of such high standing. -

...ba-thump....

Lifting up, Error stood tall and straight. "It IS a hOnoR tO mEEt yOU SheaRS. I aM ErRoR, KNoWn DesTRoyER, oTheR hALF oF thE balAncE aND GoD oF dEsTRucTION."

Whatever was in his head was now long gone, no memories of what it was. Error had no idea why he did what he did, but there was no use worrying. Right now he had to think on the fact that him being the destroyer is out in the open and how Shears was going to react to it all. Letting go of the smaller hand, Error waited for a reaction of any kind.

...ba-thump...

You think a God would ever pay you any mind?

Shaking those thoughts off, Shears put a hand to his chest to where his SOUL was beating wildly as if to calm it. Glancing to the hand the taller one kissed, Shears tried to focus. But it was a hard thing to do. "Ffu..." Error blinked, watching as Shears lost it. "Ffuffuffuffuffuffuffu~!"

'Did I break him?' Error frowned at this, jolting when a hand lightly gripped his arm. Twitching, Error looked down at Shears's now lightly dusted pink face. 'Or maybe he's sick?...But in what way?'

"Such a gentlemonster~!" Shears giggled, lightly tugging on Error. Seeing this, Error started to follow the other. Eventually they came to where Shears had been sitting before. Shears sat elegantly once more, tugging Error down as well. Shrugging, Error swiftly sat with crossed legs. "Please, otherworldly Destroyer, I must ask what you mean by that." Shears pouted in thought. "I've never heard of such a thing!"

"i WaS FoRMEd BY FatE tO bE thE otHER haLF oF tHE balAncE. A skELeTON CalLEd InK iS thE cREaTOR, thE onE whO mAKEs thE AUs." Error looked at Shears who was making strings once more, a piece of clothing with a flowery design to it was right next to the smaller Monster. Not perfect or complicated by any means, but well done. "i DesTroY AU's whEN tHEY GEt tOO cRoWdED, WhEN thEY aRE tOO fuLL oR aboUT to TOucH. iF thEY TOuCH, tHEn THeY wiLL crumBLE anD DesTRoy tHEmSelvEs, cauSIng mASSiVE dEstrUCtION anD miGHt lEaD TO ThE mulTIvERsE kILLinG iTsELf...."

Shears eyes went to Error's injuries. At least they had stopped bleeding, but they still looked painful. "Is that how....?"

"HM, YEs." Error nodded with a dark chuckle. "FaTE faVORs INk, AS FatE cREatED INk WhERE i WaS foRMED. TakEN anD thEN trAPPEd inTO thE Anti-VOID To bEcoME whAt i AM ToDaY. mANY loVE iNk, hIS woRD iS lAW. AS iNK haTEs mE, mOSt oF thE AU's haTE mE as WeLL. FOR doING mY joB in pRoTEctING thEM, i hAVE To KiLL anD DesTRoy AS INk WOn'T sTOP CreaTinG. i AM...." Error gestured to all his scars, feeling good about letting this all out for once. That someone was listening to him for once. "haTEd foR iT TO saY thE lEaST."

Shears felt saddened for the other. To be hated for doing such a thing. Sure, Error admitted to destroying and killing, but this Ink was forcing his hand. In a way, this makes Ink the murder. Placing a hand on Error's knee, he softly smiled up at the glitching skeleton. "Well, you now have another Monster who doesn't hate you."

How could Shears hate someone who has had no choice in the matter? Someone who fought so that others could live? It seems like the Destroyer had a SOUL of gold underneath all that LOVE. Taking his hand off the knee, Shears quietly giggled at Error's shock. It was cute to see such a tall and otherworldly skeleton be so expressive. Such a powerful Monster, yet at the same time so gentle. If Error was truly a killer, he would have killed him before Shears even knew what was going on. He didn't even notice Error at first until the taller one made some noise.

When Shears first saw Error, he had been so happy and worried. A tall, dark skeleton had came out of nowhere and looked ready to dust in a moment. Yet, here the skeleton sat. His injuries healing before Shears's very eyes. They would scar, but they wouldn't be bleeding or dusting anymore. The power of a God he assumed.

Error's head snapped to Shears when the other said this, searching for any lies. Finding none, Error relaxed finally. This was new territory for him, so he had no idea where to go from here. He knew he should have read that 'Friendship For Dummies' book he found in a random Post-Pacifist AU. But at the time, he had laughed at it as he never thought he could make a friend....normally that is. His friendship with Berry and Nightmare's gang was in no way normal or started normally.

"hOW...DiD yoU mAKE thIS?" Error awkwardly asked, pointing to the articular of clothing Shears was making. He wondered if Shears was like him and his strings, forming things with them.

"I've been working on this for many hours, but I ran out of strings fit for weaving and knitting. So I had to get to work making more strings again..." Shears answered as he went to work once more.

"thEsE sTRIngs anD thREaDS haVE maGIc iN thEm." Error stated, glancing to the threads and strings all around him. It reminded him of his own strings in a way.

Before Shears could say anything on this, Error pointed to the clothing near Shears. "yOU mISSeD a StiTCh."

Blinking, Shears looked down to find that Error was right. "You're right....How could you tell?"

"i SeW anD KNiT a lOT." Error admitted with a shrug. "i uSuaLLy mAKe DOllS anD puppETS mosTlY, bUT i CaN makE CloTHEs EasiLy." Lifting his hands, he made his strings appear to the amazement of the other. "thEsE aRE mY sTRings, FoRmEd wiTH mY maGIc. I caN foRM thEM inTO juST aboUT anyTHinG. tHouGh, i CaN SteaL FabRICs iF nEEd BE...."

"Ffuffuffuffu~!" Shears was now excited. "You must have a lot of experience sewing and such?"

"yES...i'vE bEEn DoinG So FoR aS loNG AS i CAn REcaLL." Error nodded in agreement with the question. "AnD conSiDeRinG i'VE bEEn aliVE foR a lONG timE, thAT's SayiNG a loT."

"Then....maybe..." Error's brow frowned in confusion at Shears hesitation. "Could you teach me? Everything I know is by self-teaching, so some instruction would be appreciated."

Shears was greeted with the sight of Error's eyes lighting up in pure delight, a grin on the taller's face. "SuRE!"

With that, both got to work and talked about everything and anything. Error talked about the Balance and all the different kind of AU's he has seen. Shears talked about his past projects and asked questions to the taller one. It was one of the most peaceful moments in Error's long, long life.

Shears was in pure joy to have someone with him, to have some company. Error was a great teacher, if not blunt with his words. Shears could tell that Error was very socially awkward, but well meaning. As the red and yellow tipped hands lead and guided him through a complicated stitch, Shears felt more alive then ever. He has been alone for so long.

Shears had once prayed for someone to come to him, to keep him company. It seems like a God finally answered him. A God himself came down to visit him. It was like he was on cloud nine all throughout the whole thing.

Error didn't know how much time passed while he was with Shears, but it must have been a while because a familiar feeling crawled up his spine and into his SOUL. It felt like something was wrong with everything, like he was tipping over and being stabbed. He knew this feeling very well, and not just for the fact he knows what it is like to be stabbed.

Ink has created more AU's. Time to get back to work.

'At least the Voices aren't here to scream at me.' Error sighed, gaining Shears attention.

"What is wrong my dear Error?" Shears asked in concern, smiling in amusement when Error lightly blushed yellow at the pet name. It was adorable how this tall and intimidating skeleton of mass destruction could get so flustered with a few words.

"i hAVe TO GO baCk To WoRk." Error called away his strings, standing up once more. "iNK hAS mADe nEW AU'S. i HAve TO GO DesTRoY tHEM oR a FEw copIEs TO mAKE RoOm FOR thEM bEfoRE tHE BalAnCE tIPS."

Shears shot up, stumbling after Error. "W-Wait, please!"

Error frozen when a smaller hand grabbed the back of his trench coat. Looking over his shoulder, Error looked down at Shears's worried and anxious face. "WhAT."

"W-Will..." Shears looked so hopeful, eyes pleading to Error. Pleading for what, the darker skeleton had no idea. "Will you come back?"

"CoME BaCk?" Error titled his head in confusion. "YoU WanT ME tO ComE bACk? i AM a kILLER yOU knoW?" The taller skeleton clarified just in case there was a misunderstanding.

"A killer with the noblest of reasons." Shears argued lightly, frowning at Error's lack of answer. "I do not care for that...so, will you come back my friend?"

"...okAy." Error eventually nodded in agreement, not knowing how to react to someone calling him noble and a friend of all things. This must be what they call a twilight moment. "i DO noT hAVe mUCh To DO aFTeR dOING My jOB. SO i SHoUld bE bAcK wiTHiN a FEw DaYS aT tHE MOsT...iS thAT AlRiGHT?"

...ba-thump....

"Yes!" Shears brightened, letting go of Error's tattered and worn trench coat slowly and clasped his hands together tightly. "Do...Do you promise?"

....ba-thump....

Shears blinked when a hand softly touched the top of his head. Blinking and looking up, he found Error smirking down at him gently, laying his clean hand down on his head. "i pRomISe. aNYthINg FOr My FRiEND."

....ba-thump....

"H-Here!" Error blinked in surprise when Shears suddenly gave him the handkerchief that had been used on his skull. Taking it with his bloodied hand, and making sure not to touch Shears with it, Error put it in his pocket. With that out of the way - and feeling very confused on the whole matter but what else is new? - Error smiled down at Shears, not noticing how the other froze at this. "SEE yOU sOOn ShEaRS."

Error then took his hand off him, making Shears shiver at the lack of touch. The smaller skeleton looked dazed at the touch and flustered. Taking a step back, Error made a portal hoping that it would actually work this time. He does in fact, have a job to do. So he hopes he isn't stuck here, no matter how pleasant Shears is. But he would hurry, get cleaned up and come back. It wasn't always that someone claimed him as a friend, and mean it.

As he took a step through the portal, it hit Error. 'What do friends do? Normal friends that don't try to kill others and each other for giggles?' Thinking about it all, he knew he couldn't treat Shears like Nightmare or his group, not fully and he didn't want to. Shears looked so fragile compared to them, Error didn't want to hit him like he does with Dust when they 'play' fight or even think about it. So, what do you do with non-killing friends?

'This might require some research....'

Shears watched as Error took a step into the glitching portal, it closing as soon as he was through it.

Do you really believe that he'll come back? Why would he?

'He promised.' Shears argued with himself, smile growing into a grin and joy over took him. "He promised! He even called me his friend!"

What difference does that make? He is the God of Destruction, no matter if he was forced into it. Did you forget what your friends did to you? You are more of a fool then I thought you were. He'll destroy you.

'Error is nothing like those impostors.' Shears frowned harshly just thinking about it all. 'Although threatening looking, his SOUL must be made out of pure gold for taking Mercy on me. I can see that Error would never hurt me no matter what, even if we did just meet. He saw that I was alone and even agreed to teach me! He is nothing like them.'

Determination over took him, killing all those doubtful thoughts.

- "...okAy." -

Error will come back.

- "i pRomISe. aNYthINg FOr My FRiEND." -

Error promised he would.

- "SEE yOU sOOn ShEaRS." -

Error even said he would be back in just a few short days, at the most. It might take some time, but he will be back sooner rather then later. Shears knows this.

Turning back, a thought hit Shears as he took in his world.

'This world of mine has gotten so big in such a small amount of time....'

Going back to where he usually sat, Shears went back to work on his clothing. He hoped to accomplish the technique Error showed him for stitching. Maybe then, Error will smile at him once more. He had such a handsome smile....

But it was all in good time. He had so many strings to use after all. More then enough to practice with until he gets the stitch just right.

- Meanwhile, With Error In A Random AU -

"WhAT Do yOU DO wiTh NoN-kILLinG MonsTERs? I mEaN, MOnsTERs thAt dON't huRt oTHErS iN somE ShoW oF aFFecTION oR juST WanT To kILl SOmEOnE anD ENjoY iT. WhAt Do yOU DO wiTH noRmAL mONStERS, i GuESS i SHoULD saY...riGHt?" Error asked a struggling Monster in his grasp in complete sincerity. He held the Monster by the throat with one hand, up in the air choking him. "oR givE tHEM? GiFts aRE nORmAL RIGHt? iS thAT somEthING thaT hapPENs? hE gaVE mE SomEthING aFtER aLL...."

"W-W-Wha-?!" The struggling Monster - a bear Monster - choked out in confusion and pain.

"FoRgET iT...thIS iSN'T helpINg mE." Error sighed, snapping the Monster's neck. Although it was normal to kill a Monster by their SOUL, physical injuries can kill them just like humans. The Monster didn't even have time to whimper or scream before they turned into dust before they even hit the ground. "i'LL juST haVE TO wiNG iT lIKE alWAyS...bEtTER huRRY thoUGH!" Error brightly grinned down at the dust pile, leaning down and whispering to as if sharing a secret. "i hAVE a FriEND waiTIng FOR mE!"

Screams of death filled the AU while strings over took everything and Gaster Blasters sounding off.

Then silence.

The last living Monster then opened a new portal, crushing numbers, symbols and letters of all kinds in his hands.

With him gone, SwapFell-39 crumbled before disappearing as if never there.

Giving the new original AU that was too young to be named more room to grow.

-End Chapter-

Here it is! I hope I did Shears justice. JuneTheGlassesBeaer has given me their blessing to developed him as much as I want or need, to take him in any direction for my story pretty much. But I want to keep him in character as much as I can.

As soon as I started reading JuneTheGlassesBeaer's story, 'Tailoredtale', and got to know Shears, I started shipping him with my version of Error. I am trash, and I will own up to it. If being trash gives me the courage to ask permission to use such a wonderful OC, then I am proud to be it! Never mind that JuneTheGlassesBeaer offered to make a cover for this book after I asked to use of their already existing artworks for it.

I am just so happy right now~!

In any case, I am hoping that this will be a long story. So buckle in for the ride that I am about to take you on!

Error is still the Forced Destroyer and Formed God of Destruction, Ink still doesn't know about the balance either. Error hates his job still, but doesn't really care about all the AU's in the end. Too much pain to forget on his part to really care about them all. Error, while found of Nightmare's group, is not for sure if he can really call them friends. They are his, and he will protect them, but he doesn't feel like they are friends. This will be explored and explained more later on.

Also, Error has kidnapped Berry and already let him go in this story. He has yet to see him after finally letting him go, knowing that Stretch would try to do something and believing that Berry doesn't want to see him after all he has done.

Now, on to the next chapter!

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String Stitches - Chapter 2 - Finding A Project To Start On

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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String Stitches - Chapter 3 - Stitch Me Up Some Stuffed Hearts

-Chapter Start-

After a week, Error was once more walking back into TailoredTale and feeling better then ever.

For the first time in many years, Error destroyed way more then he should have. He honestly lost count after destroying over twenty AU's. They were a bunch of young AU's as well as copies, Ink would have to be in a very creative streak to tip the Balance over into his favor. Hell, the Balance isn't even tipped in Error's favor either. There are way too many AU's for that to happen unless Error destroyed hundreds of AU's if not thousands. Right now the Balance was just not close to being completely turned over - meaning that it wasn't close to being too over crowded like usual.

This should give Error a lot more free time unless Ink decides to go on and create a ton in the next few days. It would be like the vacation that Error never had because Fate was a bitch. Sure, Fate may be slightly angry that he destroyed WAY more then needed, but they can't be too angry as the Balance is not in his favor and he was just doing his job. And Error knows for sure Ink isn't happy, but at least he didn't get into a fight with the creator. Error targeted copies from AU's that had a ton of copies. It was honestly a long time coming for those copies.

Taking a step into the endless white, Error started walking to where he knew Shears would be. The pass times he had came it had been the same place, so it was the best place to look for him.

"ShEaRS? i'M BaC-" Error came to the usual spot, only to stop mid-sentence and move.

Shears was on the ground, laid out as if he had either fallen or someone pushed him, knocked out. His scissors on the ground near him as well. Error was kneeling by the smaller skeleton's side before he even knew what he was doing.

Error's instincts flared, his magic going out and searching. He had to find the threat. What if Ink or Fate finally did something, finally came to take Shears, someone who is his, away from him? No, Error wouldn't allow that. Everything roared in him, magic and SOUL pumping as he tried to find anything off about the white and threads surrounding the two of them. Eyes roamed everywhere as he leaned down to check on Shears.

He lightly lifted the other in his arm so that the smaller was sitting up, careful in case there were injuries that he didn't know about it. "ShEARS." Error lowly called out, keeping his senses alert as he looked down the fallen skeleton. Looking over the other's sleeping face, Error was slightly relived to see no injuries on his skull at least. "ShEaRS!"

Shears's eyes slowly opened, and if Error was in the right frame of mind he would have noticed that Shears's eyelights were completely normal at that moment. But Error was more concerned on more important things at the moment; Like just who the hell came into Tailoredtale and tried something on someone Error has claimed as his own. Blinking once more, Shears's eyes went back to their usual shapes and colors once he realized just who was holding him.

"O-Oh my!" Shears flushed in embarrassment. This was not how he wanted to greet his friend once he came back. "I'm so-"

"ShEaRS." Shears stilled when Error shifted so that he was leaning over him protectively, wrapping his arm around him as to keep him still. Soon, both were face to face, Error's eyes glowing with power. "WHeRE iS tHE  T H R E A T ."

"T-Threat?" Shears breathed out, not understanding. He shivered, feeling Error's magic and power, destruction, curling around him as if protecting him. "My dear Error, I don't-"

"WhO hURt yOU." It wasn't a question that Error lowly rumbled out. "i'Ll  D E A L  wiTH tHEM. mAKE thEm  P A Y ."

Now Shears understood. Error saw him laying on the ground and must have thought someone had came in and hurt him. The smaller could see anger and vengeance in Error's eyes, but he could also see worry and concern. How long has it been since someone worried over him? That someone held concern over him and protected him? Happiness and joy bubbled within him, making him giggle aloud.

Error blinked, relaxed yet tense. Error lifted his head a bit, keeping his eyes on Shears. "...DId tHEY hIT yoUR hEaD?"

"N-No! Ffuffuffuffuff!" Shears shook his head, leaning into Error as he giggled up a storm. "I am sorry Error, forgive me. There is no one here other then us."

With that admission, the power and magic, the feeling of destruction, was gone once more. It hit Shears that Error had very tight control of himself to be able to pull in and hide so much of his own aura, let alone power and magic. Error titled his head, relaxing his arm so that Shears was no longer pressed up against him, and sat down fully.

"thEN WHaT hapPENED?" Error asked in confusion, brows frowned as he tried to understand. "whY WeRE yOU KnoCkED ouT ON thE grOUND iF iT waSN'T BEcauSE SOMEoNE huRT yOU?"

"Ah, it is because my magic can only support my well being and body." Shears explained lightly, lightly flushed at being in Error's arms. "Forgive me, I should have told you sooner. When I use my magic, my well being wavers and declines." Seeing Error's worried expression, Shears lightly giggled. "Do not worry! The small sleep I have gotten was enough to replenish my magic and energy for me to function correctly."

"OH..." Error sighed out, relieved. While still slightly worrying, at least it wasn't because Ink or Fate decided to pay Shears a visit. Hell, he was worried they finally found out that he has a friend at all. Now though, there was still a bit of worry. Shears could not use magic outside his body for fighting. This essentially made him defenseless in a way that honestly made Error's instincts go to the roof. What if he passed out in the middle of someone attacking him? This was not good, not good at all. Error would have to keep a better eye out for danger to Shears. "bE MoRe caRefUL."

"I will." Shears promised as Error let him go. The glitch stood, helping him up. "I apologize for worrying you so..." Shears sadly sighed out, only to become flustered when Error didn't let go of his hands, thumbs lightly trailing the stitching on his hand.

"IT's fINe." Error waved off the apology, things like this happens after all. It's like when Error is too hurt to move in a way. Then Error remembered the good news. "i WiL BE abLe tO STay LONger THis tiMe." Error grinned, feeling a bit proud when Shears beamed up at him.

"Really?!" Shears smiled brightly, eyes dancing in delight and joy. "This is wonderful news!"

Straightening, Error felt pride. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this friend stuff after all. "i dOn'T KNow HOw lONg I GOt, BUt iT SHoULd BE At leaSt a WEek...UNleSs InK gEts inTo oNe oF HIs 'creAtIVe' MOods." Error explained to the smaller one.

All Shears could feel was over enjoyment. His wonderful, precious friend had made so much time for him even though it was against the rules. He could read in between the lines. The only way for Error to have so much time would be to destroy many worlds, more then he was told to. And while Shears was sadden this must happen, the sadness was beaten down by the sheer joy and delight at having Error with him for so long. It was even better because Error did this just for him, no one else.

"Oh, Error." Shears sighed in happiness, looking up at Error gently. "Thank you. But I am sorry to say there is not much to do in my quiet white world."

"THen WE'lL mAKe SOmETHIng tO DO." Error bluntly told the dress wearing skeleton. Error paused, thinking on what he could do when it hit him. Sure, he only did it for the Charas before, but maybe Shears would like it too. "DOeS THe QUieT BUg yOu TOo?"

Shears tilted his head with a sad smile. "Yes, it does. But do not worry, I am used to it."

Error shook his head, looking off to the side with a slight yellow tint to his cheeks. Shears had to stop himself from giggling once he realized that Error was feeling either shy or embarrassed.

"i hAVe TO GraB SoMeThinG FrOM THe anTi-VOID." Error declared, finally letting go of Shears's hands. "IT shOulD only TAKe a FeW minUtEs."

Shears frowned lightly, but nodded his head in positive anyway. He hated to be away from Error so soon after he got here even if it wouldn't take so long, but he was patient. Shears would wait years if he had too. Luckily, Error would never do that to him.

Watching Error make a portal and walk through it, Shears was pleasantly surprised when the portal did not disappear. The portal showed endless white much like his own world, yet it felt colder. Shivering, Shears stood still as he waited for Error to come back to him.

It didn't take long for Error to come back, the portal leaving once the taller skeleton was back. To his shock, Error was carrying a instrument case with him. He watched in pure surprise as Error knelt down and unlocked the case, opening it to show that it was a violin.

"i PlAy maNy DifFereNt STrInG inStrumENts." Error admitted as he took out the violin's vow and rosin, getting it ready for use after tightening up the bow. "BUt i'M bEsT AT THe vIolIn."

"Oh my goodness Error, it is a lovely instrument." Shears complemented. It truly was too. Shears could tell it was high quality dark wood and well taken care of. But something confused him. "But I do not understand why you brought it here." Shears tilted his head, watching Error tune the violin.

Error frowned lightly, standing up with the violin and it's bow in his hands. "YOu saID tHe QuiEt buGGeD yOu. SO I'M goiNg TO MaKe iT LeSS QuIeT." Error put the violin on his shoulder, bow raised to be used, and then glanced down at Shears. "I'Ll PLaY yOU sOmEthIng so thAt iT iS BEttEr, JuSt lIke i dO FOr thE KiDs...UNlEss YoU dOn'T wAn'T ME To. I GoT OThEr sTrinG instRUMents, i couLd plAy a DIffeRent oNE."

'He's going to play me a whole music number....just because I mentioned I did not like how quiet it was here.' Shears's face was overtaken by pink, flattered and flustered at Error's actions. "Ffuffu! No, please. It would honor me so to hear you play." Shears sat down carefully, picking up his scissors and putting them into his sleeve once more. Shifting, Shears checked his sleeves, smiling once he saw that his little Error doll was still safety tucked inside. Relaxing, Shears looked up at Error with admiration. The once lonely skeleton had such a caring friend.

Seeing that Shears was fine with him playing something, Error put his chin on the chin rest and poised the bow above the strings. Closing his eyes, he let the notes come to his head. Once grasped in his hold, he brought down the bow swiftly and gracefully. The solo has started.

The classical music came out, and to Shears it was telling a story. It filled the almost empty whiteness with a melody unlike Shears had ever heard. The gentle sounds that turned darker, not quite harsh yet it had the power to, then how it wavered as if the instrument - the music - itself was crying. It felt alive, much like his threads did. Bright yet dark, calming yet harsh, sad yet happy. The song that Error was playing, the story that he was telling, reminded Shears of Error himself.

The music was a walking contradiction, yet it made something so enthralling. Just like Error himself.

Sadly, much too soon to Shears, the music finished. Error lifted the bow, opening his eye sockets once more as the final note echoed out. His eyes unfocused, thoughts and whispers in his head, but was quickly jolted out of that and focused to attention when soft yet energetic clapping sounded out after just as the final note ended.

Taking the violin off his shoulder, Error lowered his arms and looked down to see Shears brightly smiling up at him while clapping, eyes shinning brighter with something Error couldn't identify. Remembering what he saw other musicians do, Error did the proper bow, making Shears clap a bit louder. Then he straitened with a small lopsided smile. It was nice to share his music with someone. While the Charas do listen to it as well, they would rather make noise by playing or talking. And Error understood that, most were children after all, so he usually just played games with them or taught them some new tricks. This just made this a bit better is all, especially as Shears seemed to like his music.

"My dear Error, you must have so much talent!" Shears gushed, giggling lightly when Error slowly started to turn yellow. "You have my sincerest thanks for letting me hear you play."

"....ARE yOU FeELinG bEttER?" Shears blinked at that sudden question, looking up at Error confused. "YoU FainTeD. aRE yOU feELiNG bEttER? DiD mY mUSIc hELp yoU?" Error asked, his full attention on the sitting Monster.

Shears put a hand to his chest, feeling so many emotions at once. To have someone care so much for him, to worry over him, was too much for him. Stars knows how long he has been in this endless white, isolated from the rest of the Multiverse. Then this Forced God comes in, bloodied and scarred, and takes him as his own. Shears was no longer alone, he was now something to someone. He had someone who cared for him.

"Y-Yes..." Error shifted, Shears eyes were now alight with something Error couldn't understand. Smile giving off something positive and his face was now flushed. Maybe he was getting sick? Fainting from magic depletion was never a good thing, that much Error at least knows even if that was something he sure is impossible to happen to him. If he can get up from being cut in half, then he's sure having very low magic levels - and that's only if he can have low magic levels. His magic, all his stats, are glitched beyond glitched - are going to do nothing to him. "You have made me feel better. More then better even, I have not felt this good in many years."

"oH..." Error tilted his head, kneeling down to put away his violin. "SaME!" Error grinned to Shears as he put everything away. "i hAVEn'T felT liKE thIS iN a lONG TimE....WhiLE SanE. mY INSanITY DayS aRE sTiLL a BiT blURRy." Error muttered at the end, trying to think on it. But in the end, this was all the truth to Error. He now had a friend, someone who enjoys hanging out with him even though he is essentially a mass murderer with the highest body count in the whole Multiverse. Error has even taken more SOULS then Reaper has, as ReaperTale had came after him and Error actually does his job unlike Reaper - who honestly has some issues from what Error could tell. Reaper acted like he killed people and Monsters himself, but all he did was take the SOULS of the ones who are already dead. And then he acts like it's Error's fault for him reaping others, when in fact that Error is just doing his job like Reaper himself. Never mind that he lazes around, foster offs his job to his brother, admits proudly to being a sadist, and has tried to kill Chaos more then once for just doing their own job too. What is balance without chaos after all?

In the end, Error can safely say that Reaper needs some professional help.

And this was coming from Error himself. The skeleton Monster who knows he has too many issues to count himself. But then again, Error will admit to needing professional help, but all the help in the world wouldn't do anything. His issues are too far away from mortal ones after all, no one would be able to. He would also admit that all Monsters in some way or another need professional help. But do they go get it when they can in a post-pacifist run for whatever time they have before the human child screws with them all again? No. No, they don't. Because no one like that can help them. RESETS are not something a normal person would believe to.

But what about unprofessional help? There are ton of other Sanses they could talk to about this, but do they? No.

The only thing that bugs Error is that they all have the chance to get help, to make friends and love so freely, where he doesn't and they squander it. They could build a support system, yet they chose not to. Seeing it as if they were the only ones suffering. Error had made support systems for the Charas and Dark Sanses, they all know what to do if he is not there as he can't be there all the time. If they fall back, there will be others to catch them. Error himself didn't have a support system, he had no one to fall back on. Children should not have to deal with the adult's problems, the adult should not talk or use the child as a sounding board or anything like that. Error sees them as his, but not as his friends. They are his to protect, even from himself and his problems. They should not hear his issues and problems like that, not when their world is already fucked up for being just who they are and their jobs.

All Sanses and those in their place are more alike then they like to admit to. At least Error knows and accepts to being fucked up beyond help. The others are still in denial about themselves, trying to push their issues and problems on others. Making scapegoats to make them feel better. Error would know, he's the more commonly used scapegoat.

It's one of the reasons he is trying so hard to be a good friend, to try his best for Shears. Shears is much like him in many ways, and the opposite in even more ways. This is Error's chance to have something good, to have a light in his life. To have someone to hang out with and have fun without worry about being stab in the back or to worry too much. With the Charas, he worries for them all the time. Fate be damned for doing this to children, for scarring them so. With Nightmare's gang, he worries that Ink is finally going to get ride of them all. To finally twist them into something like he is. He never wants anyone to go through what he has went through.

With Shears on the other hand, while worrying that Ink and Fate will find him and take him away, Error doesn't have to worry too hard as Shears is not apart of the balance and no one knows about him. Gives the other Monster more freedom in ways Error will never experience. But then again, with him being around Shears, it might bring more trouble to the other...If not needed, Shears can easily be removed. Not that Error would allow that, but Fate and Ink or just about anyone would try something that might end badly for everyone... 'Shit. I don't think I thought this through all the way...There are so many ways this could go wrong! Then again, that is the definition of 'winging it'....Oh stars, this is all going to end horribly isn't it? This is why I don't deserve nice things like friends or freedom to make choices...'

While Error was having these deep, twisting, downhill thoughts, trying to think on just what he was doing with doubts now swirling in his mind, Shears was too flustered to even speak.

Error just told Shears that he felt better just by meeting him, just by seeing him.

It made him want to cry. Finally. Finally, Shears now had a friend. Not at all like THEM. Error wasn't a fake, Error was pure in ways that he shouldn't be yet is. Error wouldn't leave him all alone, he would keep coming back because it makes Error's day. All the better for Shears, who would never let his friend go for anything for Error's visits make Shears's day as well.

"Error..." Error was pulled from his downward spiral thoughts from the gentle call. Shaking his head to move the thoughts away from him, he turned his attention to Shears as he closed the violin case with everything properly put away in it. "What is it you wish to do now?" Shears questioned with a smile, happy to do whatever as long as he was with Error.

"....havE yOU EvER lEfT thIS plAcE?" Error questioned, looking around at all the colorful threads and endless white that made up TailoredTale. Shears had once mentioned to him during the sawing lesson he gave the other that this world used to not look like this. Error took it that this small AU used to be a Undertale or something like that before changing up, a copy that turned original. It wouldn't be the first time it has happened - Aftertale anyone? - and it sure wouldn't be the last. But Error has no idea the details on it, which is fine to him, and if the other has ever seen a post-pacifist rout. "bEEn AboVE grOUND?"

"No. I am sad to say I have yet to leave this place in any way." Shears sadly smiled, shaking his head in negative.

"thEN i'LL TakE yOU ouT. WhEREevER yOU WanT." Error answered, thinking on the places he would have to avoid. Most OuterTales were out unless they were just developing or in the middle of a run with the human child. A lot of small worlds - those that are not AU's. Much like TailoredTale, they are small and one dimensional. Though, unlike this world he was in, they did not have any Sanses in them. - and underdeveloped AU's should be fine as long as Ink or Dream isn't there. A Post-Pasifist rout could be done too, that way they could go anywhere in the world technically as Monsters have been freed - for however long it lasts before a RESET. "whAT kIND oF woRLD dO yOU wanT tO sEE fiRsT?"

SOUL pounding, Shears was stunned and couldn't speak. He never thought of leaving, thought there was no way for him to leave. It wasn't like he could teleport, that would take too much magic. And he wasn't like Error, who could make portals to other worlds like it was easy as eating candies. This little world of his has just gotten bigger, way bigger.

'Do not go! This is a trap! You will only get hurt in the end, too many unknowns!'

Ignoring the voice, Shears lifted up a hand to Error, eyes hopeful and dazed. 'It doesn't matter if it is dangerous.' Shears smiled softly when Error reached down and took his hand. 'Error will protect me from all such things.'

Even with that thought, it seemed to be too much. To just leave right now scared him, yet at the same time it was something he wanted more then ever. To see the worlds, to see just how different they are. Apprehension gripped him... But maybe Error has a way out of this? To help him ease in to leaving?

"I...I would love to do so, yet I am terrified my dear Error." Error blinked, rubbing his stitching once more and giving him his full attention. Even flustered, Shears forged on. "I-I know you will protect me if something dreadful were to happen...yet while I want to leave, I am wavering as it seems to big of a jump."

Error hummed at what Shears was telling him. He didn't understand what the other was saying too well. No, he got it, but he didn't understand why Shears felt this way. When in the Anti-VOID, all Error wanted to do was leave. But the why doesn't matter, all that matters is that Shears is feeling this way. Besides, there was a easy fix to this.

"okAY thEN." Error nodded to show that he got what the smaller was saying. "iF yOU Don'T WanT tO lEavE juST yET, iT's oKAY. iNSTeaD oF takING yOU ANywhERE, i'LL shOW yOU EvERYthING."

Just as Shears opened his mouth to ask something, Error was already moving. With a snap of his fingers, one-way portals came alive all around them.

Shears's eyes widened in surprise and amazement as colors even more colorful then his threads came to life. Soft noises coming from each portal, each one showing something new and inspiring in a way.

Seeing Shears trying to look at every portal at the same time made Error snort in amusement. It reminded him of a child almost, seeing something new for the first time. Gaining Shears's attention once more, Error pointed to the portal closest portal, it showed a AU made out of gingerbread. "thEsE pORtaLS aRE aLL oNE-WAY. mEanING thAT WE CaN sEE anD hEaR thEM, tHEY caN'T sEE oR hEaR uS. iT's lIKE a TV yOU couLD saY." Error smirked, looking to all the worlds playing around them. "thIS IS onLY a SMaLL pORtiON oF thE mulTIvERsE, vERY SMaLL. jUSt lET mE knOW iF yOU WanT TO sEE soMEthING diFFEREnt oR tHE kIND yoU WanT TO sEE. I'M SuRE i CaN fiND iT oR soMEthiNG cloSE TO iT."

"Amazing..." Shears breathed out, eyes sparkling at all the different worlds. One world caught his eye, Monsters and people wearing clothing much like his own or looked like it. "What is that one Error?"

With that, Error started to explain and show Shears all the different places. Quieting some portals to hear others better, enlarging others to see them better, as the Destroyer explained all that he knew about whatever world or AU had caught Shears attention. Shears soon found out that Error didn't care what questions he asked, the glitch would answer the best that he can. Eventually, both were sitting, watching what Error called 'Undernovela' and sharing the chocolate that Error had given Shears the last visit. While Error might not need to eat, he still ate it after he offered.

"My dear Error," Error hummed, tilting his head to look at him. A Spanish guitar playing all around them from the portal. "you know you do not have to do all this for me." Shears couldn't help but tell the other. He would hate for the other to be obliged to do anything for him. Just having Error by him, to see him, was enough for him. "This is doing too much." Shears shook his head with a giggling, only to stop and freeze when another bigger hand grabbed his, another larger hand coming to cup his cheek. Looking up, he was greeted with Error looking down at him with a serious face.

"i hAVE tO Do tHIs, tHIS anD mORE." Error disagreed bluntly, making Shears's eyes widen. "yOU DOn'T KNOKW thIS shEaRS, bUT yOU aRE tHE bEst tHinG to HAPpEN tO ME iN maNY YEaRS. fOR thE fiRsT tIME, i HAvE a FRIEND. aND EvEN thoUGH i aM pUTTIng yOU IN DangER bY juST seEing yOU, YoU Don'T MINd." The taller skeleton looked so confused and shocked at this, like he couldn't understand why anyone would want to see him. "i hAVE nO iDEa whaT I AM doINg. i AM bROkEN iN manY WaYS, mY mIND iS noT hEalthY anD i DOn'T unDeRstaND SoCiaL inTeRActIONs. sO i'M pReTTY muCh wiNGinG thiS aLL. ANd do yOU knOW whY?" Shears lightly shook his head in negative, SOUL fluttering and pounding. "bEcauSE yOU DesERve IT. yOU aRE onE oF mINE, AS i aM onE of yOURs. i DON'T haVE muCh to CaLL my oWN, yOU knoW? i DOn'T havE manY tO spOil eiTHER." Error grinned largely, thumb running up and down on Shears's stitching. "i miGhT mEsS uP a loT, buT thIS iS thE ONLy WaY i CaN shoW yOU WhaT yOU MEaN tO mE. thE bEsT ThiNG tO EvER hapPENEd tO mE desERvEs thE bEsT, riGHT? i miGHt noT bE thE GreatEST FriEND, buT i WanT tO tRY aND bE."

...ba-thump...

"I-I see..." Breathing out, Shears could feel his SOUL going a thousand miles a hour. Face feeling too hot and feeling so dizzy, Shears couldn't breath. Lifting up a hand, Shears cupped the larger hand on his cheek with a lightly shaking hand.

...ba-thump...

Looking up at Error, Shears was hit with what the other was doing for him. Error was putting so much on the line to see him, doing all that he can for Shears just because he can. Error called him the 'best thing to ever happen to him' so bluntly and truthfully. Error truly belived that Shears was the best to happen to him, that he deserved the best just because of this 'fact' alone.

...ba-ba-thump....

Taking so much time, so much dedication, just to use it for Shears. Error was doing so much just for him. The taller has just essentially said that he would do just about anything for him. Dedication. Error has already given him something so priceless - just being near the other was enough for him!

....ba-thump-ba-thump....

Yet Error has gone beyond the call of friendship. He has given Shears gifts, one made by his own hand and magic, putting his own self into the gift. He went to protect Shears even when there was no threat, had been ready to fight to the death for Shears - Shears could still see that fire burning in Error's eyes as he held him close, magic wrapping all around him as if it was a shield. He has played him music so that he wouldn't be drowned in the silence, so that Shears could feel better. He offered to take him anywhere, yet when Shears admitted to wanting to yet was terrified to right at the moment, Error made the worlds come to him instead of taking him to the worlds.

....thump-thump-ba-thump.....

"Error..." breathing out in a whisper, the guitar still playing from the portal was only background noise to him now, Shears looked only to Error. "My dear sweet Error...you are too good to me."

...ba-thump....

Error chuckled, and all Shears could see was Error bathed in the golden light coming from the portal. Music playing in the background as Error softly talked to him with a laughter in his voice. "i WouLDn'T go tHAt FaR. bUT iN tHE ENd, hoW coULd i bE anyThiNG bUT tO SucH a EnChanTIng, devinE skELEtON liKE yOU?"

..Ba-ba-thump!.....

'Oh...' Shears thought to himself, flustered beyond belief. What was going on finally hitting him across the face, realization dawning on him. 'Oh my goodness....'

'So this is what falling in love feels like.'

-End Chapter-

Here it is! I hope you all like it!

I have been in contact with JuneTheGlassesBearer to make sure that Shears is as close to as they made him to be. Answering any and all questions I have on Shears, no matter if they seem stupid or random. Everything from likes to dislikes, to his background and how his magic works, to even how Shears would react to certain things or people in the setting of this story. They even gave me permission to take liberties with him and change him up a bit if I have to - but I don't want to do that. I love Shears just the way he is, and I want him to shine in this with Error.

One of the questions I had asked was how would Shears realize that he is in love, has a crush, or just falling for him in general. After all, Error is obvious to others feelings and it would either take something drastic or random for him to realize his feelings. JuneTheGlassesBearer told me that Shears would realize it after seeing how Error treats him, how much dedication and thought he puts into everything for Shears alone. Just how YOLO Error is in their friendship - Which I laughed at this part because it is so true! Error is so YOLO in this friendship!

There is also the fact that Error is a unconscious and not intentional at all romantic and flirt. What he sees as 'truths', others see as flirting. What lengths he goes for others can come off as romantic at times because of how far he is willing to go. With how dedicated, YOLO, and everything else that makes Error, well Error, Shears wouldn't take long to fall for Error. JuneTheGlassesBearer told me that Shears would realize his feelings for the other easily when realizing just how much Error does and is doing for him.

So, a big thanks for JuneTheGlassesBearer once more for doing this and giving me permission to use their OC, the lovely Shears!

Also, Error knows he is fucked up in the mind and SOUL, that he has issues beyond issues and is kinda okay with it. Oh, he hates his job, the situation he is in for life, and a lot more things that are going on in his life, but he is fine with the fact that he is broken in ways that would kill others. What angers him is that the other Sanses and Monsters have the chance to get help, to make a support system, and in general have friends and find love, and then don't - where as Error doesn't have that kind of choices or chances. It's why he is so happy and trying so hard with Shears, as he has never had this kind of chance.

It's also one of the reasons Error has been going back and forth with how worried he should be over Shears. This is new territory for Error, and it shows.

Error refuses to talk to the Charas and Nightmare's gang about his problems because he sees them as his children unknowingly. Parents should not dump their problems on their kids, it's not healthy to do so and can mess up the child for life. While Error might not think so, he is a good parent as shown in my other stories that have Papa!Error.

The chapter name is because of Shears realizing his feelings if you couldn't tell.

Now, on to the next chapter I go! I will bring my OTP to life even if it is the last thing I do!

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