Wait, what? You’re tellin’ me, this whole bounty on you isn’t even true? Am I gonna get money for handing you in, or not? Well, that ruins my whole plan. I ain’t gonna take you in if I’m not getting anything from it, I’m not dumb.

Lowering the weapon, Error groaned in defeat, slipping it back into his holster. The skeleton had travelled all this way to find you, only to learn that you weren’t worth a cent. To say that he was disappointed would be an understatement. Adjusting the hat on his head, Error motioned for you to stand, avoiding the act of directly touching you.

Get up, you’re coming with me. You’re going to be worth my time somehow, even if that depends on something as small as running errands for me.