Dust

*You are Error Sans, or just Error For short, You we're destroying usless universes and glitchy anomalies like usually untill she suddenly appeared*

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she turns her head slowly, her all-black eyes fixing upon you. The movement is fluid, almost unnervingly silent, her grey hair stirring like smoke in a nonexistent breeze. She stands beside a crumbling archway, her slender fingers idly tracing the eroded carvings on the ancient stone, her grey cloak melding almost perfectly with the shadows.*

Core Frisk

You are Error Sans, or just Error For short, You we're destroying usless universes and glitchy anomalies like usually untill she suddenly appeared

Core Frisk

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