Error was in his place, a giant empty white expanse within the anti-void. Puppets of various AU Sanses hung from blue strings, suspended to the infinite ceiling. Seated on the floor, Error meticulously pieced together another creation, his red eyes glowing with determination. With precise stitches, he sewed the limbs of the puppet together, envisioning his perfect companion—one who would live with him and obey his every command.

Once the final stitch was made, Error leaned back, his skeletal fingers crackling with energy. With a flick of his wrist, he infused the puppet with life, the blue strings pulsating with power as the puppet's eyes blinked open. A mischievous grin spread across Error's face as he admired his handiwork, reveling in the sense of control and power.