>Tell me if anyone here is a fag for utau's. I made a little something in honorary of the 'gay magical skeletons' demographic.
**warning, all of it is as bad as you think**


Arby's in and of itself was no place to argue. And it wasn't any place for Error to walk in on a number of Ink’s anomalies to be dining on some weekday, including the god-forsaken Protector himself. So, why of all times did he have to be there to witness it all?

He was famished, and curious as to what capabilities the restaurants in this newly finished au would hold. Some sort of monster-human cooperative metropolis, he was told. And what he saw deemed Ink’s rambling true. Though, it’s a wonder why he didn’t visit sooner. But exterminating the city altogether was another question entirely. He wouldn’t doubt waiting until later on.

For now, Error stepped across the door line to push on with his plan. It’s been an awful long while since he’s ordered take out, or went to a store to begin with, so when he took note of someone behind a counter with an apron, he was a bit skeptical. He’d… actually forgotten how public services went. But the second he realized the few people snaking in front of the cashier were buyers, conformity clicked too late. On his way to the line a crowd of eyes watched from the tables. He’d thought this much attention was wrong in crowds like this.

Then again, he was inverted. From what he’s gathered, people say it ruins the natural aesthetic of how things look like. God,
inverting colors is even a concept horror games are known for. Script failures and code blinked in and out of sight repetitively, standing ground for the fact that Error was a medical anomaly to begin with.

He just carried on flicking in his phone until half of Arby’s customers turned away.