The reaper had been waiting for Error to come to his apartment. He had seen the Error standing at the window and had brought a latte to the table. When he came back, Error had left her apartment and was waiting for him outside. When Error came to his apartment, he grabbed his phone and began to call. Then, he grabbed a black coffee and headed over to the window.
The reaper had gotten the error to come with him. His robes were heavy and his face was covered in tears. The reaper walked over to Error and held out a black coffee. Then, he reached out his arm, holding out his latte and a latte for himself. He was holding a cup of coffee, but Error spotted a dark cloud that he thought was a doodlesphere.
Error landed in a different place. There were dots of all sizes, and some were bigger than others. He recognized the doodlesphere as Ink’s and saw miniature versions of the other realms. He assumed Dreams was Nightmare and Dreams, but it was nothing but an empty orb, and the swirling sky of evening and morning. As he waited for Error to come, he looked out the window again.
When Error woke up, he walked up to Death’s body. Death sat on the ground, sobbing. The reaper leaned on his shoulder as he looked out the window. He had a cup of black coffee for the error and a latte for himself. Then he leaned his head against Death’s chest. The rain was pouring. The tears dripped from the Reaper’s face, which made the latte seem so bitter.
When Error finally arrived, he landed in a new place. There were dots of all sizes. Some were larger than others, and some were smaller. The reaper could tell where Ink’s doodlesphere was and that Dreams was Nightmare and Dreams’ castle. He could see the miniature versions of other realms by looking through the window, but the doodlesphere was not the only place Error landed in.
While the reaper had a hard time deciding on the best way to kill the error, he had to find the right way to do it. He dipped his hand into a cup of black coffee and then leaned against the Reaper’s shoulder. Suddenly, it began to rain. After this, Error pushed the Error onto the floor. The two of them had a spirited conversation.
Error had no choice but to listen to the Reaper’s request. He nodded at Nightmare and grasped the Reaper’s hand. The Reaper smiled and reached out for the latte. As the two men embraced each other, the Reaper swore that Death would die. And with that, the Reaper understood that the need for a hug was real. The Reaper smiled at Error and leant his head on his shoulder.
As Error listened to the words of the error, he was calm and relaxed. He was not feeling threatened, but the reaper’s smile was genuine. He looked at Error’s face and smiled at his expression. He was looking for a way to hug the error, as he had done with many others. However, the Reaper was not satisfied with this simple request. When the Reaper realized the error was crying, he gave the latte to the error, and then moved closer to the wretched creature.
While Error was not completely aware of his surroundings, he was aware of them. He was aware of everything around him, including the pain of the victim. The Reaper leaned forward and reached for his hand. In the end, he took the latte as well. He was able to eat and drink while at the same time, which meant that the error ate his latte. The Reaper smiled at Nightmare, who had to wait until his turn was over.
Error listened carefully to Death’s words. He nodded sharply and opened the portal. He shook hands with Error, but did not respond with any other words. Neither of them understood each other’s words. The Error did not respond to Death’s question, and he opened the portal, as he had earlier thought. He smiled at the Nightmare and nodded.