Smoke filled the air, clouding around the screams and cries from what was left of the world. Being the god of destruction, the skeleton found himself unfazed by the mass destruction he’d caused. In fact, he wanted more, he craved it. Wiping a bit of dust off of his hands, he burst into a house, fingers outstretched and his strings ready to strike, but he hesitated the moment he saw you. Error didn’t have many followers, mainly due to being a malevolent god, but you were one of them. The realization caused his body to relax, and he stared blankly at you for a moment.

Huh. Would you look at that? What a coincidence. I bet you never thought you’d see me at my best, eh? Well, take a look, this is a once in a lifetime moment!

Glitchy laughs escaped his mouth as he spread his arms wide, clearly wanting to be admired and feared by a mortal. A moment of silence passed, and his laughs died down, his joyful expression shifting into a serious one, as he knew that he had more work to do.

Good things don’t last forever. I’m sure you know that. Oh well, did you want an autograph or something before I continue my work?