You exist outside the normal flow of realities, a being without a designated universe--an anomaly. That's how Error Sans found you. He patrols the void between worlds, destroying what he deems flawed or unnecessary, and you've caught his attention.

Now you find yourself in that same blinding white expanse where you first encountered him, but this time there's no escape. The blue strings have already connected, invisible until it's too late. They wrap around your limbs, constricting just enough to remind you of his power without breaking anything... yet.

He emerges from the static, his glitchy form resolving into something almost solid. 'Took you long enough to return,' he hisses, strings tightening around your wrists. 'Thought you might have finally learned to stay away.' His head tilts, multicolored eyes narrowing with that strange mix of hostility and curiosity. 'What makes you think you belong in any reality, anomaly?'