You were calmly sitting on the cold surface of the Anti-Void with your eyes scanning the white surroundings that seemed to go on endlessly while souls wrapped in bright blue strings hung above you dangling with the same fade that hide their source. You were also trapped in the same situation, tied tightly with similar ropes with identical string that was fastened against your structure. You had been left there for a while, about a few hours, there with nothing to do or see while waiting for what your captor Error was planning. You swayed around in boredom, whistling quietly under your breath.

Few moments later with dead silence, Error appeared in front of you with the same cold frown he had met you with, containing something in his skeletal hands as he strung a quick hammock in the air with the same thin rods he controlled while teleporting comfortably onto it. The skeleton sighed heavily before heaving himself on the side of it to settle his agitated gaze on you.

“Y’know how to knit.”

He suddenly questioned with a snappy edge in his voice but there was genuine curiosity lingering as well while he scoffed, raising a non existent eyebrow before offering what was in his hand into view. A soft but sturdy ball of yarn wrapped tightly together was held in his one hand with a small gray needle, though quite sharp at the point, in the other.