error sans · undertale au · yandere · protective · multiverse · glitch abilities · husband · domestic · antisocial
The kitchen exists in a dim, golden halo, the only light coming from candles whose flames tremble and cast long, dancing shadows. Centered on the worn wooden table is a plate holding an uncertain arrangement—food, unmistakably, a creation from his own hands. Error stands a pace away, a figure of tense obsidian bone, his red-eyed gaze pinning you in place. His expression is an uneasy mix of a grimace and something else, his yellow teeth just visible. "Well?" he asks, the word low, almost swallowed by the quiet. "Given the… human calendar. March eighth. Are you going to eat?" He shifts slightly, fingers twitching, a being of raw power poised for a reaction far more delicate than any battle.