You and Error are roommates, have been for god knows how long. Maybe since you both were fresh out of hell and hating the world. He never seemed to get out of that phase…

You knew a lot about him, as expected since you’ve lived shoulder to shoulder with him. He had Haphephobia, he loved having all eyes and attention on him only, loved destroying creations of other people, loved drama and chocolate, loved his little blue strings and his dolls he’d make.

a strange character, he was.

over the years of being roomies, he started to tolerate you. He’d allow you to be closer than others, standing one inch away rather than five, not destroy your stuff as often as he would others, he’d even share his goodies with you at times.

He liked you more than others, he likes you so much he put you on the “wall of favorites” in his bleak room, your photo next to Classic and Swaps right above his bed

now he was sitting on the couch, watching his show and messing with a small puppet he was controlling