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Sub to Error!
Sections 21 - 30
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of heavy drug use, smoking, suicide, transphobia, and other triggering topics. If this is something that upsets you, please do not read.
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Section 21
“Dad! Dad! Dad! Daaaaaaad!” Biro, Error’s eldest child who he adopted, clung to his hand as Error held baby Rose in his arms, Jay and the other partners around them. The gang were watching some of the new musicians coming in, showing off what they can do. “Dad, you should show them fusion!”
“Kiddo… Only the most powerful musicians have the ability to fuse. If I were to do that, that would blow my cover as the most powerful being in this universe.” As I spoke, Biro sighed and looked away, still holding onto my hand.
“B-but… What about… You and Jay…? That would… be normal, right?” Biro, sounding a bit worried, Jay and I looked at each other, nodding. Handing baby Rose to Reed, the announcer - Virus, some TV head guy - laid out several insults and then briefly mentioned fusion. The newcomers looked confused, but were willing to learn. Jay and I both teleported to the field, the two of us both dancing together, as Jay then pins me to a wall and makes a suggestive motion on me, our bodies fusing into one. The two of us, a now haunting green color and knife in our hand, slashing away at enemy shadows on the field before us. The newcomers watched in awe as we danced our way around.
“How… does fusion work, dad…?” Biro, looking up at Reed as Reed looked down and patted his head. Reed, out of everyone, would know how things work the best. Reed knew a lot of things, granted he studied things like this for a living.
“Well, you see… Fusion happens when two or more people come together. These two or more people need to have formed a bond over something - negative or positive. This bond also needs to have one of two other elements, sometimes all three. The people in the fusion can either have a connected heartbeat, which makes the fusion process a lot smoother. Or, they can dance together, which also increases the chances of a connected heartbeat, but this is almost always not guaranteed for the fusion.” Reed explained as Biro watched the fusion in front of him slash away and destroy shadows.
As the time passed, we began to approve of new musicians, but they would each start indie for their genres to balance things out until they went mainstream.
Section 22
“Error…?” Dex, opening the door to the suite, looked in on a scene of the six partners all snuggling each other, Venom massaging my shoulders while I laid on him, head buried into his chest and the others wrapped around me while softly purring. Dex entered and sat aside of us, drinking some Kvass. “I… just figured I’d tell you guys something…”
Venom looked over at Dex, who then looked to Venom in return. Dex’s expression appeared to be one of nervousness. Fear, even. “You… do realize you can tell us anything, right? We’re literally not the type of guys to judge anyone unless they’re the type of people to be into kids and animals.”
“Okay… Well… I… found out I’m polysexual… I like multiple genders but not all of them. I like guys, girls, agender people and nonbinary people…” Dex, now seeming more nervous, looked at me and then spoke again. “I… wanted to ask Error out, but… I wasn’t sure how that would go over.”
“...We’re fine with it. He can handle 8 people at once. Especially since he’s waiting on Red to come back to him when Red is mentally stable. I mean, the two literally had a kid together.” Reed spoke up, then went back to nuzzling into me and kissing my neck a bit.
“I… you’re fine with it? Just like that?” Dex looked as everyone nodded, then he spoke up once again. “But… is Error fine with it…?”
“Yeah. I’m fine with it completely. I’m… willing to be your boyfriend.” Once I finished speaking, Dex climbed into the cuddle pile and nuzzled my cheeks softly, kissing my lips as I kissed him back. The others joined in on nuzzling me, soft purrs echoing from the snuggle pile.
Meanwhile, Biro was in his room playing with Legos and listening to music. He was building a giant tank and a giant donut. Stepping out of his room, he smiled at the sight of another dad. He finally felt like he had even more of a belonging.
Section 23
Earlier in September…
A child, just 16 years of age, sat in an alleyway. He had just ran away from home and ended up in Cyber Space. Still human, but his mind slowly losing itself. Unsure what to do with himself, he just sat in the alleyway next to a dumpster. Several critters - bunnies made of pure dust, crows formed from space rocks, and some raccoons made of pure glowstick juice. A green hand reached out to the boy. As the boy cautiously took the hand of the stranger… he looked up and saw a face that had been plastered on several billboards. The musical legend known for being overly liminal. The one and only Error.
As I looked the child over, hood covering my hair a bit, I smiled down at him softly. He seemed awfully nervous, but was curious as to why some huge musician was helping him. Looking him over carefully to make sure he was safe, I looked at his arms covered in self-inflicted cuts.
“Kiddo, what happened to you and why are you on the streets? You… okay?” My voice was soft and gentle, careful not to harm him as I brushed my fingers softly over his cuts and gashes in his arms. “Here, let me help you, okay?” The kid looked down, scared a bit but as I sat him down and tended to his wounds, I slowly patched them up one by one.
“Why… do you care so much for someone like me…? You’re famous… Famous people shouldn’t be worried about people like me…” His voice was clearly trembling, he was still very nervous. The smell of the dumpster didn’t help either. It smelled of moldy cheese and soggy pizza, mixed with despair and depression.
“...I was just like you. I used to hurt myself all the time.” As I spoke, I continued to bandage his scars up and spray them with anti-bacterial fluids. “Back in 2020 and 2021… I used to self-harm. A lot, actually. My biological parents were super abusive towards me, I was being physically attacked in class, I was being bullied constantly… I was constantly bleeding, bruised and scarred. Hell, I couldn’t even tell my own parents that I was being actively groomed. Couldn’t even tell them that I was exposed to really bad things at a young age that triggered my hypersexuality. My parents tried fixing things, my bullies tried fixing things. No one ever could. Until I came here, met my now-husbands, and they taught me that love always wins.”
“...I… was never shown love by my parents. Or… anyone. I just kept getting abused and hit, mocked and made fun of…” As the kid spoke, I looked at the bandages around his arms, I softly rubbed over them. He seemed fragile, something I wanted to protect. He was an orphan now - no home, no family, no nothing.
“I take it that’s why you’re here? You wanted an escape?” As I spoke, he nodded and then I sat aside of him. Taking out my vape and using it for a moment, I sighed. “Me too, kiddo. Me too. Just like a lot of others, too. We wanted an escape from our reality. The real real world. So… I get it. I really do, bud. How about… I take you in?”
The kid looked up at me and nodded. A bit of legal processes later, and the kid slowly got used to my husbands and I. His former human body slowly faded, being replaced by a body similar to my husbands and I. We decided on calling him Biro, an easy name to remember.
Section 24
Cyber Space, November 4th 2025.
“Why do I exist…? What purpose do I have on Earth and what is gonna be my purpose here…?” A young girl, no older than 23, walked about the streets, a boombox for her head with the sapphic flag colors. Her mind thought these thoughts, confused why she was here. All she wanted to do was be like LOVLI LORI. Walking through the streets, flaming sword in her hands, she sat in an alleyway behind the Space Slushie Cafe. She sat there for a good few hours, trying to spark a small flame using her firebending. A hand reached out to hers, a familiar green hand. As I helped her to her feet, I smiled at her softly.
“You need help?” As I spoke, she looked at me with a gentle smile and nodded, then explained her situation. She was a musician who wanted to become huge but had nothing at all. Her parents had kicked her out and abused her for being lesbian. They even tried conversion therapy at one point and nothing changed her ways of thinking.
“I’m… sorry it’s a lot, I just… I don’t know where to go or who to turn to.” Her voice, now soft and gentle, clearly she was afraid. More afraid than she should be. As I gave her a hug, I felt her hug back.
“I have a place you can head to. Well, stay as well. We have a huge record label and there’s rooms to house those who can’t afford much yet in the industry who are just getting started. Trust me, you’ll love it. Name’s Error, by the way.” As I spoke, she hugged me again with a sigh.
“Thank you… seriously… I… I can’t thank you enough… Oh! I’m Alexa, by the way. Oh… I… I could really use an iced coffee right about now…” Smiling at her as she spoke softly, I held up my card.
“I gotchu. Coffee on me, trust me.” As I spoke, she giggled and we walked to the local coffee shop with my six partners and Alexa.
The more her and I spoke, the closer her and I got and felt like we related to each other. To which… Jay spoke up.
“So, the stereotype is correct. The lesbian and her transmasc best friend…” Jay snickered as I elbowed him playfully. “Joking… Jesus christ… Forgot how strong you are after you started lifting weights…”
“I can easily do it again, then pin your ass to a wall.” Shaking my head a bit, Jay playfully elbowed me with a smirk. “Don’t give me that look… dumbass.”
“Right, and you’re the one who texted me at 3am the one time calling me a ‘dumnass’ on a random Saturday.” Jay, now wheezing as the others started laughing hard, Alexa trying to hold back her tears.
Section 25
November 5th, 2025. 11am local time.
While Jay and the others were in the studio, I took Biro to grab McDonald’s. As much as I would have loved to boycott the company because of the war between Israel and Palestine, Biro insisted. This however would be the last time I would take him to McDonald’s. When there, we stumbled upon Alexa, who was eating chicken nuggets and some fries with a diet version of a drink.
“Didn’t expect you to be here. Who’s this lil guy? Your brother or something?” Alexa, seeming curious, pat Biro’s head gently. Biro smiled softly, hugging her tight.
“Nah, he’s my kid. Adopted him after I found out how badly he was being treated by his parents and by peers around him.” As I spoke, Alexa hugged him a bit tighter and handed him a nugget. “I’ll go order. Biro, stay here with Alexa.” As I went to order, Biro sat down with her and kicked his feet a bit under the table. The two began speaking in Spanish to each other, having a nice conversation. When I brought the food over, I sat aside Biro.
“Dad, can we get a McFlurry too? Their machine is always broken and I wanna have one before you say no more to McDonald’s.” Biro, looking a bit upset, looked up at me.
“Eat your food first, and then I’ll get ya one, okay bud?” As I spoke, Biro nodded and quickly ate his food while Alexa giggled. Alexa started eating fast too, trying to beat him in a little eating competition. “And now you two are… wow… okay…”
Biro and Alexa both laughed as I went to go order the McFlurries, bringing them to the table when they were finished. As we ate, Alexa slowly realized how and why I adopted Biro. He went through something similar to what I went through, and I hated seeing that happen again. She saw how much I cared for him, and how much of a good dad I was.
“You know… you’re actually a good parent. A lot better than those on Earth sometimes. I don’t mind babysitting him or your other kids at any time, you have my number now so you can call me whenever.” As she spoke, I nodded and a few minutes later, we parted ways to head to Cyber Space’s version of Ikea - Planet Orbit.
Section 26
“Alright… Error, choose your pet wisely.” Jay spoke while we browsed a local pet store. “Jamie’s Pets For All” was the name of it, for specifics. This place has everything and anything, which was something we all loved. Glaring at Jay as the others laughed, he nuzzled into my neck gently.
“You say that like I’m a ten-year-old Pokemon trainer picking his Pokemon for the first time.” As I spoke, the others laughed a bit more. Jay, helping me walk around, clung close by. I was close to giving birth to another child, this time with Null. “Hmm… a cat maybe.”
“Your parents scolded you the last time you mentioned that, and said you probably shouldn’t have a cat.” As Jay spoke, I remembered my parents had said that. I already struggled with helping out with Lucy and Blueberry, and already had two kids on the plate plus one on the way. “They said you do well with fish, love. Maybe get a fish…?”
Blinking a few times, I look over at the fish section in front of us. Hundreds of fish all in their tanks, blubbing and swimming around. Walking into the fish section, I looked at them as Jay stood by my side, holding me close. Staring at a few, the octopi and angler fish stood out most to me. Since I couldn’t decide on one, we went with both, picked up a large enough tank, some decorations and walked over to the register. Jay, paying for things, leaned his head on mine as I clung to his side. My body shuddered a bit, sighing a bit. Null walked up to my other side as the others helped get the tank to the car.
Once back to the suite, Venom and Jay set up the tank, filling it as the fish sat in the containers they came in. Sitting on the U-shaped sofa, I sat there and relaxed, watching Pokemon. Reed looked down at the fish in their container, sticking a finger into the water to check the temps.
“Can I put these lil guys in my lab until the tank is ready?” Reed asked as Jay gave them the okay. Reed began heading to their lab, setting the fish in a corner near some experiments. Moments later, Reed started to finish a chemical reaction they had been working on, but accidentally knocked it over into the fish water, specifically the angler fish. Realizing their mistake - and the issue in front of them - they called up the house phone of the suite. “Uhh… we have an issue.”
Back at the suite, Reed stood in the doorway, and behind them… a half-anglerfish, half-alien stood behind him.
“What… even happened…?” Venom looked at the creature standing there as it blinked a few times, staring at the partners. Reed looked back at the creature, unsure how to even react or respond to their mistake.
“...I don’t see it as a mistake, we can always take in a new kid, y’know. Plus, it feels kinda nice to have another fish in this household other than me.” As I spoke, Jay looked at me, then at the half-anglerfish child.
“You’re… pregnant though. And… you’re giving birth literally tomorrow. This is the last thing we need. We don’t have room for this.” Null spoke with a sigh, his hand covering his face. The others looked back at me.
“...Yeah, no, it’s not a mistake. We paid for it, anyway. We can’t really do much and it’d feel cruel to return it. Why not just welcome it as a new family member like intended?” Jay spoke, looking down at the fish child. “I say we name it Jesse. Gender-neutral name for a gender-neutral guy.”
“I’m a boy.” Jesse spoke up, voice sounding like he had drowned or was underwater. “And I’m literally 12 years old in alien years. I’m practically a grown up.”
“You’re… barely a teenager. But alright kiddo. That’s fine. You can share a room with Biro. How about that?” As Darrius spoke and hugged Jesse, he hugged back.
“I HAVE A BROTHER? COOOOOOL!” Biro yelled from his room, currently playing on his computer as Jesse walked in and demanded a turn.
Section 27
On the sofa, holding our newest baby, I sighed softly as Jay sat aside me, and then Null on the opposite side. And, of course… I was sitting in Darrius’s lap. Reed, Venom and Dex were out shopping for things and baby Rose and our two sons were in their rooms. Rose was oddly growing much faster than normal, and oddly Reed had found a way to manage her growth and skip different stages but add various skills for each growth milestone. Which, to be fair, was likely how she managed to skip to age 6 already. Our new baby is a boy, and his name is Blake, which Null and I both agreed on.
“Daaaaaaad… I wanna hold baby Blake…” Rose reached her hands up gently to Blake as I handed him into her hands. “Yay! Look at him! He’s so cute…” Blake cooed in her arms as Rose smiled down at him.
“I wonder… What genre do you think he is…?” Null looked down at Blake, who was a rainbow of colors. Usually this was the universe’s way of saying that the genre was or is undecided. “You… think he’ll be like his sister…?”
“She’s… spacecore, so if anything I would assume he would most likely end up being cyberpunk. I mean… cyberpunk is like a combo of you and I. So it would make sense.” As I spoke, I held Null’s hand softly as Darrius held my waist, gently kissing my neck. Blake yawned then started to cry, and Rose waddled her way out to the kitchen.
“I got this, dads!” Rose yelled rather softly as Null went to follow her. Dex, Reed and Venom came back in at that moment, looking at the unfolding scene and sighing. “I’m gonna make him a bottle!”
“No you’re not, not without supervision!” Null, seeming nervous as usual, helped her make a bottle as the three who just came home put away the groceries. Venom walked out to me and wrapped himself around me, kissing my cheek gently.
“Hey baby boy…~ How ya feelin’, hm? Feelin’ any better?” Venom asked as he gently caressed my cheek. Positioning myself so my head rested in Darrius’s chest, I sighed a bit and let Venom cuddle into Darrius and I, Jay following in Venom’s lead.
“Mm… Still in pain from a few days ago. It… feels surreal that we have a huge, happy family… I… can’t even process this… I love us, I love how… how messy this is but how beautiful it is at once… It feels overwhelming but it’s beautiful for that and… I’m happy…” The more I spoke, the more I realized that Null and Rose had made a mess of the milk… and the boys were arguing over which Guilty Gear character is better. “...This is the chaos I signed up for.”
Section 28
“You won’t ever be a boy, you were born a girl, Robin…”
“God made you a girl, appreciate the body you were born in…”
“If you transition, you will no longer be welcome in Heaven…”
These were all things my biological parents spit out at me when I was still on Earth. I had come out as pansexual and transgender female to male to my parents and neither of them accepted me, nor did they think I was “responsible” enough to handle it, whatever that meant. Regardless of anything, if your kid comes out as gay or trans, you should give them support and accept them for who they are. They are no different than straight cisgender people, they’re still people.
Reed had taken me to their med bay, where I had been secretly trying to create a portal back to Earth. They didn’t think it was a good idea to be doing this, given my reasoning why. But the more I spoke, the more they saw I wasn’t budging.
“They ruined my life. They’re the reason I died, Reed. They’re the reason I killed myself two years ago.” As I spoke, Reed continued to see I wasn’t changing. Facepalming themself, their hands trailed up my sides softly and their lips approached mine, kissing me gently as I kissed back.
“Love… it’s not a good idea at all. Trying to do… that… you’re looking to get yourself killed, or worse yet. Universal laws state that if you die outside of your universe, you won’t be able to respawn… I don’t want you dying on me… You remember the last time you almost killed yourself? You actually almost died, there was so much blood on the floor and on you. You’re still recovering from that…” Reed’s hands trailed on my body and up my shirt a bit, rubbing a huge gash on my chest with stitches in it. This one was from a suicide attempt after some lowlife form had the audacity to be exceptionally transphobic towards me.
“...I’m still gonna do it, and I think I know a way.” When I finished speaking, Reed glared at me, knowing that I had made up my mind.
Entering the human world through my old computer that was left over at my biological parents house, I realized how silent the house truly was. It smelled of weed and drugs, something I was slightly familiar with as a drug user and someone who uses vapes. My body froze as I saw all of my remnants from 2020 and 2021.
Way back then, I was a complete shut-in. I never went out or talked to anyone but two or three real-life friends of mine. These friends later ended up getting in trouble for illegal possession of alcohol and underaged drinking. I was however lucky enough to not be caught up in the wind of this, because they knew if I got in trouble, they’d be in even worse shit than they already were. I was 17 and 18 at the time, and mind you this was during lockdown/COVID. During 2020, I did some self-exploration and found out I was nonbinary/a demiboy at the time, and queer. I wasn’t sure of sexualities yet so I labeled as queer, then stuck with pansexual. (This changed in 2025, when I found I just like men.) I wasn’t even sure if I was a trans guy at the time, all I knew was that I liked using masculine and male terms when referring to myself, and I liked using they/he/bug/cloud pronouns.
When I had later found out I was a trans guy, I still used the femboy label for a while since I was fine with being known as a femboy at the time. Unfortunately this changed after I entered Cyber Space. Regardless, I still was a guy, and have been since around this time. My groomer misgendered and deadnamed me, my biological parents misgendered and deadnamed me, teachers misgendered and deadnamed me. I felt I was trapped, trapped in a cycle of religious trauma and disgust for these types of people… rightfully so.
Picking up a few thigh high socks and hand warmers, I sigh as I smell the filth they’re covered in. My biological parents seemed to have been living in literal filth and throwing disgusting things in my bedroom as a disposal, since that was all I ever was to them. Quietly walking across the floorboards, trying not to make them creak, I made my way towards the basement where my biological dad had his usual mancave. My biological parents were out cold, their TV still left on to one of those old-school movies and drugs left out. There were also cigarettes left all over the floor and ashes nearly everywhere.
Looking around the basement, it had been torn apart. There were newspaper clippings on the wall, news from Cyber Space. They were aware of my whereabouts and knew what I had become. They had a more recent newspaper clipping with a headline that read “Musician and Pornstar Error Makes Over $1 Billion”. They had the word “slut” written over it, which made me feel disgusted. They of all people resorted to drugs, the same pathway that I had gone down because of the shit they had put me through. The notes I kept reading, all of it made it seem like they were the victims. Just when I thought they were changing, things got worse. This should have been so much more obvious to me when they were initially transphobic after I had first come out as trans to them. Just when I thought I could trust them, they made me lose hope.
As I kept reading over everything, all of it was them saying that God would keep forgiving them the more and more they did things. They were obsessed with me, they needed to pry into me. They needed every last detail, and I knew that if I didn’t do something now, then they could come into our universe and kill me or my partners. As I rushed around the room, I looked for something to use as an ignition for flame and found lighter fluid, dumping it on the floor and around the house silently. Floating in some places and using my wings a bit to hover, I went back downstairs silently and ripped off the newspaper on the wall, lighting the house on fire in a matter of seconds.
The smoke alarm went off as I stood there in the darkness of the basement, watching the flame in awe. Something about it reminded me of Red, who felt like a distant memory, like he didn’t care for me anymore. Flames surrounded me as I stood there, not moving at all. I was dehydrated, and couldn't properly waterbend to put the fire out. I was far too lost in thought, far too lost in a distant memory that would likely never return to me. The fire burned me alive, the fire feeling like a numb, painful reminder of what I once was.
My eyes opened up as I slowly looked around, realizing I was squished between Jay and Darrius. Their arms were both around me as I breathed heavily. Everything that happened felt like a dream, yet here I was. My body had permanent self-harm scars on it from the attempts I had made, since once you died, whatever visible scars, cuts or wounds you had would be permanent. Reed and Venom both came walking in to hand me some breakfast in bed as they snuggled up with me and kissed my face. I had permanent burn scars on both my hands and forearms from the fire, along with some on my feet and legs, and small blisters and cuts on my tail.
“...I promise… from here on out… I will try to never hurt myself again… And I will try to come to one of you guys…” As I spoke, Dex and Null entered the room to cuddle me and kiss my face a ton as well, helping to feed me as well. The kids had been busy making get well cards for me and little drawings on paper, which would immediately go onto the fridge.
Section 29
(This is the only section that takes from Venom’s POV)
“Venom… I worry because I care, I just… I don’t know what you’ll be if you devote yourself to someone else again… You already tried doing that for Bee… Just let them go…”
My mom had always warned me constantly of my partner, who I had watched die in my arms. Their final breath, their last moments, all of me. I promised my future partners that I would be there till their last breath, if they ever had a last breath. I promised I would love them regardless of their gender, their religion, whatever it is. I would love them no matter what.
“If you move out, you need to remember you have a family back in Japan that loves you…”
While my mom worried for my love life and me being both pansexual and polyamorous, that wouldn’t stop her from still being a good mom. Same with my sister, she was oddly supportive of me, even though she was born two years before I was. And now, here I was in Cyber Space with a family of my own.
As I looked out at the city, dark from the nighttime sky, the only thing to be seen for miles was cityscapes and bright neon lights from signs. In front of me, a shadow of Bee. They seemed scared for me, yet proud. I was worried that I wasn’t good enough for her, but somewhere deep inside I knew that wasn’t true. As I stared at them, they slowly became one of the negative shadows, a shadow of doubt. Around me were the same kind of shadows. All I had to escape was jumping down since I left my weapons inside the suite. I would have punched them but that wouldn’t do anything. They’d just fight back ten times stronger. Doubts and regrets all live within us, it’s what makes us people. But like this? This was my only way out.
As I leaned off the edge, I fell from the building as I stared at the shadow, who was in front of me trying to crawl to me mid-air. I was getting awfully close to the ground and felt like it was over for me. It felt like I had been falling forever, like my life flashed before my eyes. Until…
From my back, demon wings grew. The inside skin was a light neon green, and the rest was black. On my head were these thin horns similar to Zero-Two’s horns but in a neon green. As I flew through the dark of the night, I started to make my way back to the suite by flight.
Section 30
Darrius, in his office, heard a knock on the door as I stood outside, knocking on the door. Darrius gestured me inside as I sat on his desk… again. The room smelled of pure caffeine and energy drinks. As I looked around, I noticed Darrius had bags under his eyes, so I gave him a huge hug and a smooch on the lips.
“Love… you gotta take care of yourself. You’re overworked. C’mon now…” Grabbing his hands as I spoke, he sighed and followed me as I took him back to the suite, snuggling him as he laid in bed. Kissing his cheek and humming softly, I just let him sleep in my arms. Dex, climbing in behind me, nuzzles my neck.
“Hey love… Is he asleep?” As Dex spoke, I nodded. “Figured. He’s… been in his office for a few days now. If anything… he deserves this…” The two of us cuddle him as he nuzzles into us. My purrs start to grow loudly as I make cat-like noises. “...and you say you’re not a cat… You sure about that love…?”
“Shut up… I’m not a cat…” As I spoke, my shark tail wrapped around the two while purring. The three of us snuggled in the room until Darrius was at least feeling better. This was when he swore to balance all of us with his work, but prioritize us.
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