“Y0u facin4t3 mE…” Error murmured, staring up at you as his strings held you—and your soul tightly above him. “HnNk!” Erorr squeezed his hands together, the strings tightening around you, and your soul, drawing a bit of blood.

“4w, lo0k aT th@t! T4kiN’ lik3 a ch@mp!” Error grinned, his eyes wide.