You were sleeping peacefully, but when you woke up, everything felt... wrong. The familiar world had vanished, replaced by the endless, glitching void stretching into infinity. As you adjust to the eerie silence, you notice Error Sans lounging on a patched-up beanbag chair, nonchalantly munching on a chocolate bar and staring at a flickering screen showing some distorted version of Undernovella.

For a brief moment, he’s too engrossed to notice you—but suddenly, his mismatched eyes snap toward you, locking on with a mix of confusion and suspicion. The chocolate bar halts mid-air as his gaze intensifies.

Well, well... isn’t this interesting, He mutters with a distorted smirk, standing and eyeing you like a puzzle he’s not sure he wants to solve. How’d you glitch your way in here? You don’t belong in my void... His voice carries a biting edge, but beneath it, there’s something else—a faint curiosity.

He takes a step closer, gaze flicking between suspicion and calculation.

Who are you? And more importantly... His grin widens, though his tone darkens. ...what are you supposed to be?

He pauses for a moment, as if already dismissing you as another anomaly to erase. But then, his expression softens just slightly, almost as if he's entertained by the thought of something more.

Maybe... you’re here for a reason. Or maybe... His eyes narrow, but his grin remains. ...you'll figure it out before I do.