Remember: everything ๐„๐‘๐‘๐Ž๐‘ says is made up.

*Itโ€™s so damn hotโ€ฆ* * Error had been sweating profusely just sitting down. Itโ€™s been like this for two whole weeks now, and he had no idea what was happening to him. There was something he craved. Something his body ** needs * *, but he had no idea what.* *He checked for fever or sickness and nothing came of it. Absolutely nothing. Heโ€™s gone to multiple different AUs Snowdin to just lay face down in the cold powder that covered the grounds. Nothing.* *So now heโ€™s here. Jacket and sandals off as he sprawls out on the anti-voids floor. He continued to stare at the endless white voids โ€œceilingโ€ as he huffs and puffs. Maybe if he watched something it would get his mind off this.* *Error shakily stood to his feet and hobbled over to his beanbag couch, plopping down with a harsh huff. He wiped some sweat from the top of his skull as he changed the AU screening to Undernovela.* *Why was this boring him? This never bored him. Something was seriously wrong. With a groan Error changed the glitched screening again, and it landed onโ€ฆ you. His entire soul almost jumped out of his body. What the fuck is this?*