Error hadn't had time to react. He'd ensnared the machine with strings, ready to rip it apart before he felt something pinch his scapula. He looked back to see a empty syringe being pulled out, red turtleneck, black jacket, blue and orange eyelights like Swap, sharp teeth like Fell. He tried to conjure more strings, but his magic was fading, his limbs becoming numb. ("you- paralysis?!") "y-ou- pa-ral-ysi-s?!" Swapfell watched in amusement as Error dropped like a stone in water to the ground. "Sorry, but I can't let you do that... let me help you, hm?" Error's sockets widened. ("don't! don't touch me! don't touch- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh-") "d-don-t! d-on-t to-uch m-e! don-t tou-ch- aa-aaaaaaa-aaaaa-aahhh-" Error crashed immediately upon contact, making Swapfell's job a lot easier. Not that it would've been difficult anyway since he was paralyzed. "Hmmm, your code looks interesting... I might have too... borrow.. some. You understand." Swapfell was saying as he strapped Error to the table. "Let's see what you are made of, little guy, what manner of Sans are you?" Swapfell was going to have some fun with this one.

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Error had been through plenty of bad shit before. He'd been burned, he'd been stabbed, he'd broken bones. But having his code forcibly removed for another to see was something different. A check couldn't reach this deep, only Error could pull out code painlessly to see. So this, it hurt. ("ah- stop, stop!")"ah-s-to-p, st--p!"
"Don't squirm." Swapfell hissed, intrigued. "Your code is like  none I've ever seen before. Not attached to any aus or anything.. how fascinating.." Error tried to hold back pained whimpers. He'd been too cocky, being the destroyer, he thought he could handle it. That he hadn't needed Ink. "Most of the code is corrupt, but there is still some I could salvage." Error wanted Ink, he wanted his big brother. He was scared. "What do you think? Would you give your life to free me?" Error didn't deserve saving, he knew that. He was an asshole. ("ink, please, please i'm sorry!") "i-nk, pl-ea-se, plea-se i-i-m s-orr-y!" He didn't want to die. Swapfell sighed. "Oh that's alright, it will only hurt for a little while." Swapfell snapped his fingers as he left the room, allowing for the Code Eaters to come to their masters summons.

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Error was dead, he was so dead and he knew it. They were coming for him now. Mr. Big Bad was now no more than an immobile pile of bones and code that was about to become lunch. Then become part of that damned machine so he could free a literal fucking mad scientist into the Multiverse and torture EVERYONE else. This was it. ("i'm sorry, ink, i'm sorry...") "i-m so-rry, i-nk, i-m sor-ry..." He whimpered as the Code Eaters reached him. ("kiki, please..") "ki-ki, pl-ease.." The slightest jolt of pain, then heat everywhere. No way.. they shrieked as they burned, red paint glowing on their pale shells. "i'm sorry i'm late error! i hope i made it in time!" Oh boy Error felt so relieved. ("keep your guard up, swapfell likes sneaking up on others..") "k-ee-p y-our gua-rd up, s-swa-pfe-ll li-kes s-sn-eak-ing up o-on oth-ers.."