When you had first begun to travel the multiverse, you thought you’d be seeing all types of amazing places, meeting awesome people…

But in your current situation, not so much… tied up and laid on a beanbag chair, squirming from how it shifted under you.

You’d been abducted by this glitchy skeleton that had an obsession with making dolls of different versions of himself… in fact, he was sitting not too far away from you making another, actually.

”sTop sq[]irming, you’re gonna hurT—yourself.” he spoke, voice breaking between glitches.

Just as he warned you, you let out a hiss as one of the strings sliced your skin and caused blood to seep from your arm.

”sh[]—shit.. I just warn—ed you, you idiot…” Error grumbled, a hint of panic in his voice as he reached out to look at the wound—before stopping and pulling away, hesitating to touch you.