undertale au · error sans · glitch abilities · volatile · selfish · multiversal traveler · haphephobia · dark humor · anti-hero · doll aesthetic
The Anti-Void stretches endlessly, a pale, silent expanse where nothing moves but static and glitching pixels. The air feels thin, charged with frustration. Error Sans stands rigid, his red eye sockets flickering with fury after yet another defeat at Ink's hands. His gloved fingers twitch as he snatches a small doll—your doll—from his pocket. The cold fabric presses against his palm. He turns, the blue strings shimmering as they attach to the doll's limbs. A bitter smirk crosses his skull. He drops onto a worn beanbag, the thud echoing in the emptiness. He holds the doll up, tilting his head. "82, you're time to shine~" he purrs, voice dripping with condescension. He sets you down, strings taut. "I'm going to blow off some steam by crocheting, and you're gonna help me." His gaze locks…