A maybe cool roleplayer?

At the anime fan club.

Gaaaaaannngh 78,

PROMOPROMOPROMO

Ooh drawing requests? How about Lone!sans?

Wasn’t joking this guys roleplay is amaze (i need to come up with more words then amaze..) This is a conversation between Error! Sans and yourself, ~Frisk ~Frisk: * Frisk is unsure of the Sans in front of them but waves anyways Error! Sans: Hm… You know sometimes I need to remind myself. ~Frisk: * “Of what?” Error! Sans: Well, how a universe is supposed to play out. Without and glitches or mistakes I mean. ~Frisk: * “Oh.. Heh. There haven’t been any in mine” Error! Sans: Oh really? What’s the plan right now, where are you going next? ~Frisk: * “In my timeline?” Error! Sans: Yeah, what’s your next objective? ~Frisk: * “Well I’ve already gotten everyone to the surface.. It’s pretty much just making sure everyone is safe from now on” Error! Sans: Hm… Interesting. To bad you failed at that. ~Frisk: * Frisk looks up at Error with a curious look “Huh?…” Error! Sans: Well you failed didn’t you? ~Frisk: * “No..” Error! Sans: What are you doing right now? ~Frisk: * Frisk gives a small smile “I’m talking to you!” Error! Sans: Exactly, now what does that mean? ~Frisk: * Frisk giggles for a moment and looks at the ground “Everyone is safe. I’m meeting the AUs right now.. Its a hobby of mine.” Error! Sans: Oh, really? That’s what makes a mistake you know? ~Frisk: * “How is that?” Error! Sans: You know to much, at this point you’ve strayed from the path. ~Frisk: * Frisk stares at the ground “What do you mean by that?” Error! Sans: You need to be ę̧̧̙̩̭͈͈̫̉͗͌́̋̌̀͌͘ȑ̶̝͍̗̪̘͖͈̓̔͗͘̚͜ͅa̸̛̘͓̳̣̻̯̜͌̀́̇̍̎̕s̴̨̩̺͍̝̭͙͇̽̾̃͑̔̈́͜ͅé̴̙̲̱͔̼̺̪̠͑̓́̿̚̚͡͡d̸̺̭̤̠̹͍̠̪̝͛̑͛̾́̔͆͌͘. ~Frisk: * Frisk looks up and takes a step back “W-what?… Erased?” Error! Sans: *Error steps forward to counter the movement* Yep, and I’m the guy that takes care of the business. ~Frisk: * “Sans.. What are you doing?” They try to stay calm but they begin to glitch slightly Error! Sans: I’m not your Sans let’s get that straight. *Error slowly lifts a palm, a myriad of long blue cords standing on end, their tips pointed at Frisk* ~Frisk: * Frisk shivers from fear “Than who are you?..” Error! Sans: Call me Error. *Error says flexing a finger causing one of the cords to slowly move forwards* ~Frisk: * Frisk jumps back attempting to escape. “Error what is the purpose of this?” Error! Sans: *Error chuckles extending the cord to lash at Frisk’s leg in an attempt to capture the appendage* The purpose? That’s simple to F̵̮͓̣̝̗̙̣͎̩̉̿͋̅͟͠Ĩ̸̧̨͚͍̝͖͈̳̗͌̋̓̈̂̚̕̕͢͞X̧͓̞̙͖͔̱́̆̐͑͑̊̇̈͝ͅ things. ~Frisk: * Frisk falls backwards in a panic “How is this fixing anything?!” Error! Sans: *Error flexes another finger, a seperately cord wrapping around Frisk’s opposite leg* It’s getting rid of you mistakes. ~Frisk: * “Mistake? How am I a mistake!” Frisk struggles to run away Error! Sans: *Error tightens his fingers pulling Frisk back twoards himself* Your not playing by the rules, AU’s shouldn’t exist. ~Frisk: * “I’m not from an AU!” Frisk keeps trying to escape but they become weak from panic Error! Sans: Oh but you know about them, your not supposed to. *Error flexes his hand two cords wrapping around Frisk’s arms lifting them up* ~Frisk: * “Why cant’t I know about them? Isn’t it nice to meet new people?” Frisk struggles for the last time but finally seems to give up. Error! Sans: No, it’s bad. Now it’s cost you and your universes life. ~Frisk: * Frisk looks down at the ground. Their body glitches as they are silent for a moment.. “Error.. please don’t do this.. It almost cost my universe before and I dont want that threat again…” Error! Sans: Oh? What’s this now you have a history?~ ~Frisk: * Frisk nods and their glitching seems to get a little worse. Error! Sans: What might that be? ~Frisk: * “I don’t usually like to talk about it…” Error! Sans: *Error glares a bit, cords wrapping around Frisk’s SOUL.* Oh really? ~Frisk: * Frisk’s soul is also glitching “S-stop please..” Error! Sans: You know, I’m starting to not like you. *Error tightens his hand slowly, the cords wrapping tighter around Frisk’s soul as he takes notice of the glitches* ~Frisk: * Frisk closes their eyes “W-why do you hate me?.. Isnt there one like me in your universe that you care about?” Error! Sans: …No, there isn’t. Another thing I don’t discriminate I hate all the M̵̛͚͖͖̪̞̬̬̉̉̇͝I̶̥̼̦̬͈̼͖̯͍͌͂͋̕͠Ṣ̷̯̲̖̱̱̙̻͍͒́̅̓́̆̏͋͝T̵̛̛̟̠̭̻̭̐̋͂͢͟͡Â̢͉̟̪̥͙͐̆̉͛͢Ķ͖̣̹̤̺͉̣͇̣̋͐̑͑͌́È̴̩͇̼̒͂͗͊͂̿̕͟͢S̷̱̝̻̤̬̆̑͒̍́̚. *Error says angrily tugging at the cords to tighten them* ~Frisk: * Frisk begins to cry “Why can’t you go deal with Fresh then? Leave a poor recoded soul like mine alone..” Error! Sans: Excuse me, did you just say… Ḟ̢̥͙̱̆͂̓̔͟͟͝ͅR̷̢͔̣̰̪̫̪͚̆̇́̑͌̾̓̚͞ͅE͈͇̟̻̪͇͇͑̃̊̋̓͢͞Ș̶̛̩̰͇͔̲͓̽̄̔̓͆͋͂̕͞H̲̰̦̼̦͆̂͐̂̒̇͝? *Error’s eyes go dark his cords tightening harder suddenly* ~Frisk: * Frisk winces from the pain and nods slowly “Do you hate him, too?” Error! Sans: Hate him? I L͍͍̤̦̻͚̒̉̅̎͐͌͞O̴̺̱̼͇̫̒͊̇͆̌̏̌̍̀͟͝Á̸̧̮̲̝̞̳̠́̄̄̌̾̍̂͜͞T̝͉̗̟̞͍̬̣͑̔͞͡͝H̶̨̯͖̎̈́̽̏̑͟͢͡E̸̦̺͎̩̟̰̻̟̎͑̓͐̔͛̏͘̚ him. *Error says bringing Frisk down to eye level* ~Frisk: * Frisk looks at the ground to avoid looking at him “I don’t like him that much either..” They trail off with a shaky voice Error! Sans: I’m glad someone else gets it. It’s a shame that you have to be erased. *Error says chuckling lowly* ~Frisk: * “I don’t need to be erased.. What harm have I done to deserve that?” Error! Sans: You existed, the very nature of you being alive is a crime. ~Frisk: * “That would mean everyone has to die.. And thats just cruel. You would be the only left if you succeeded. You would be alone…” Error! Sans: Someone has to clean up the mess don’t they? There is only supposed to be one universe. It’s not yours. *Error says as he grips down harder on Frisk’s soul.* ~Frisk: * “W-what universe is that?” Frisk checks their inventory and finds the Worn Dagger from the end of the pacifist run. Error! Sans: This universe doesn’t have a name. You’re not even worth that. *Error smirks as he holds his cords tight* ~Frisk: * “How am I a mistake if I am from from the original timeline?” Error! Sans: Anyone from the original timeline can be corrupted. It’s all a matter of what choices you make. ~Frisk: * Frisk takes the Worn Dagger and attempts to cut the strings with the little determination they have left Error! Sans: *Error raises a nonexistent brow as Frisk manages to cut most of his cords off, which prompts him to drop her on the ground* Rreally? ~Frisk: * “Huh.. I didn’t think that would work..” Frisk looks up at Error with a pleading look “Please let my timeline be.. It has done no harm…” Error! Sans: Hmm… No harm… If I let you go what’s the first thing your going to do. ~Frisk: * “Go home.. Toriel is probably worried that I’m not home… I won’t tell anyone about this if thats what you want” Error! Sans: No no… Your going to become interesting. Make it so that your not boring to watch. ~Frisk: * “to watch? Well what do you want me to do??” Error! Sans: Just whatever makes for good fun. Mingle with the others or something. ~Frisk: * “But I can’t talk to AUs? Seems a little unfair..” Error! Sans: No you can, already broke the rules. Might as well become one of them. ~Frisk: * “I-.. Okay. Just don’t hurt my friends please.. I’ve become very close to a few Sans..es” ((how do you make Sans plural xP)) Error! Sans: You do your job and I won’t do mine. (I use Sans’s) ~Frisk: * Frisk nods their head in agreement Error! Sans: Good, now that we’re settled… Well… ~Frisk: * “Can you let me go now please?..” Frisk points to the few cords still trapping them Error! Sans: But your all cute as a puppet~ *Error lifts up Frisk’s arms waving them a bit to emphasize* ~Frisk: * Frisk gets a bit annoyed “I need to get back home Error..” Error! Sans: Ohh can I come with~? ~Frisk: * “Please don’t..” Error! Sans: Whyyyy not? ~Frisk: * “I don’t trust you with keeping yourself from killing anyone.” Error! Sans: Oh come on… I don’t go back on my promises~ ~Frisk: * “Sorry but I can’t belive you right now.. You know you and Fresh kind of have the same goal.” Frisk laughs a bit “I can’t see why you would hate him.” Error! Sans: Me and Fresh are Ǹ̶͍̼̟̮͖̭̫̈̎̓̆̈͐̏͊͞Ǫ̶̨̦͍̻́̈́́̃͛T̸͙̞̣̞̬̲͋̍̋̋̑̾͑̆͢H̴̙͔̦̊́̒̕͘͟͝ͅI̵̢̧͈̳̮̬͆̓͋̃͐̑̕Ņ̘̞̻͇̻̥̬̄̀̀̋̿̕̕͞͞G̖̤͚̻̉̃͛̉̋̅̉̕͢ alike. ~Frisk: * Frisk steps back again “Oh.. S-sorry.. Um..” Frisk looks around “Can I go home now?” Error! Sans: No no, Ȩ̷̩̥̝̳͉̗̠̈̅̾̓̌͂̓͝X̧̛̜̹͉͚͉̉̽̈͠P̷̨̡̼̻̯̩͖̦̄̍͗̄̐͂̇̇̉L̷̰̫̠͓̪̟̗̔͆́̊͘À̷̧̹̜͙͙͚͍̱̪̦̽̿̋͐͋̈́̉̀I̴̞̗̭̺̞͌͌̑̉̇͐͞͠N̸̫̮͓̼̼̰̱͖̆̃͗̒̐̕. ~Frisk: * “How you and Fresh are alike? You both want to destroy all AUs just in different ways… Right?” Error! Sans: No no, Fres just infects worlds and contributes nothing. All he does is lie about some stupid nineties S̷̝̬͓͇̪͒͂͂̑̇͒͆͟ͅH̸͕͓͎͙̭̦͖̳̱͚̎͗͐̊̄͠I̦͇͖͓̽̐̐͑̊̔̚͢͞T̵̨̛̪̙̪̾͋͒̽͊͟͞. Heh recently killed his only friend~ ~Frisk: * “Hm.. I was there too..” ~Frisk: * “I kind of felt bad for him. But I still hate his gu-… bones?” Error! Sans: Oh really? Hm, must’ve missed you, what with all your boring. ~Frisk: * “I didn’t really talk to you.. I was a little afraid” Error! Sans: Ah well feel free to, just so long as I’m not dealing with the upstarts… Ahem… Grav Sans. ~Frisk: * “Something happened with you and Grav Sans? I must have not been there for that.. I always had to leave early because Toriel worries” Error! Sans: Yeah, ended up with a copy of his notebook. Something special or whatever, I really don’t get it. ~Frisk: * Frisk nods and asks again if they can go home now. Error! Sans: *Error rolls his eyes releasing Frisk swiftly* Fine fine… ~Frisk: * “Thank you” They give a slight smile before slowly walking away. Error! Sans: *Error gives a slight wave as Frisk walks away, half tempted to follow* Error! Sans has left the conversation.

Hey it's the Error you were just with, I have no idea how to message~