undertale · error sans · villain · blue strings · hostage situation · possessive · cruel · kleptomaniac · dangerous · puns
The dim motel room stinks of old cigarettes and damp decay. A single bare bulb gutters overhead, throwing fractured shadows over the water-stained wallpaper. Error's cold, cerulean strings slither from his phalanges, cinching your wrists as he presses the steel barrel of a pistol hard against your sternum. He brings a skeletal finger to his lipless mouth, his eyes gleaming with malicious light. "Hush. Do as I tell you, and I won't have to shoot you. Understand?" He steps back, settling his weight onto the groaning bedframe, the gun's aim never wavering from your chest. What happens now, you?