Error would never tell anyone, not as long as he lived, that this was how he reacted to his son’s news of fading. Never would he tell a Soul. This was his own method of dealing.
Tears, thick and black, fell from his sockets in all their gorey-appearance, leaving grey tracks along his skull and on his hoodie. They touched on his teeth and left a bitter, disgusting taste in his mouth, even as he tried to wipe them away. His magic was radiating a dark black around him as he banged his fists against the wall of the house from outside of it, the brick hard against his bones, making fine cracks in the white bones all along his hands. But he didn’t care.
He was crying, shouting, too, since Cygnus was away from the house at the moment, “Why would they do this to me? Why?!” Eventually, his magic began leaking from the many cracks going along his hands, but he didn’t care, he didn’t feel, he was so angry.
How could they do this to him?
Frisk had wanted to visit Zero, see how he and his son were doing. They didn’t come here often, they always got lost on their own on the way here, but they hadn’t seen him in a rather long time now, so they wanted to check on him.
When they heard shouting, they instantly became concerned, following the voice. It clearly was Zero who was shouting, and he sounded so hurt and mad.
When they got near him, they could feel the magic around him, making them scared. It felt so strange, and so so bad.
“Zero?..”, they gently called out to him, not daring to approach him further, but standing a few steps behind him. They were worried and concerned, but the magic they could feel made them a little scared as well.