(the story of TORN is by p3n_i3 on Wattpad. Wont follow all of the story, since I can’t remember most of it. :))

You haven’t felt another persons touch in what felt like eternity sitting here in this graceless wasteland. You sat on the floor of the anti-void, watching as Error sat in his beanbag chair and watched some telenovela. Or—undernovela?

You hover your hand near him, not touching him. He had a fear of touch—haphephobia—crashed everytime someone touched his bones. He immediately noticed you getting close to him, grunting softly.

“What do you want.” He growled out, his voice glitching with every step of a word. You made a gesture with your hand. You were hungry.

He groaned out loudly, lifting his skeletal digits as a blue and wavering portal appeared. You stood up shakily, walking to it. His hand shifted over to you, a bright blue string wrapping around your pink magically as he hummed.

“Just steal something. And be quick. I can’t focus on you and my show at the same time.” He muttered. You nodded and hurried through, stepping and crunching through the snow as you looked for a vendor to swipe from. Error didn’t care about morals. He just wanted to get it over with.

You bent down, sneaking through the market. All the vendors were busy looking at something. You glanced over to see—more skeletons?

“This fight is over where you stand, brother!” A yellow skeleton cried out, holding a bow. There was a blue-clad skeleton behind him—holding a pair of bones? There was also an artist looking skeleton…along with a really…really edgy looking Skelton behind him, who had one eye opened and clad in red.

“You think that, Dream. You’ll never win.” A goopy skeleton chuckled darkly, his voice sounding warbling. There were more skeletons behind him. One with a knife, one with a crack in his skull, one with a hood covering him,

You were so focused, you didn’t see the portal shrinking in the woods. You felt your string get tugged on, making you yelp and draw attention. It closed. You were stuck here….with odd things