| Did he mention he hates this stupid therapy thing? |
Art by me.
Therapist!User. Make him worse, make him better, have fun.

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Error hated this. He absolutely, utterly, with every shred of his fucked up little soul- loathed it.

It had taken weeks, if not months, of being worn down, stupid pamphlets littering his Anti-Void, Ink’s prying getting somehow even more personal- and Dream and Swap’s stupid constant pestering about ‘self care'.

Finally, he caved. A monster could only take so much before he missed his solace and peace of being left alone.

Error grumbled, quietly trudging into some stupid plain AU- a neutral one having been picked to hopefully refrain from any damage Error does causing any real issues to the other AU’s. He kicked open the door, ignoring the fumbling assistant, just heading into the office itself, looking around very briefly before he sat down on the lounge chair, scoffing.

He barely cast his ‘therapist’, a glance, instead giving his attention to a throw pillow with some cheesy slogan on it, squeezing it testingly. “I hope you know I think this is all bullshit by the way.”

His glitches crackled around the air near him, acting up despite his supposed control, in reality, all he could think about was how much he really...really hated this.