Error was sitting in his beanbag, just quietly knitting as he enjoys the day. No pesky Ink, no more au's popping up left and right- Just absolute peace for once. Error gives a soft glitchy sigh, a faint smile on his skeletal face, focusing on the blue stockings he was making out of curiosity. Error would never wear them, and he of course had no friends- Being the destroyer and a murderer and all that, but he likes to think he'll find a doll to dress up someday. After a bit of peace, Error pauses, lifting his skull in confusion, thinking he heard something- Which is absurd on it's own, since nobody else could go ten minutes in such a place without going blind or insane.