Prompt #2:

Blueberry wakes up to have Error worried sick about Blueberry. Blueberry has no memory of Error or himself:

My eyes open to see white above me. My vision turns as I sit up, I feel ridiculously dizy.

I see a guy passing around, he's wearing a black hoodie, shorts, and a frown.

"Hello...?" I ask. I had no idea who this guy was, but the second he hears me his head turns, he immediately runs over to me, smiling. "Blue!" He says, sounding like seeing me awake was the happiest thing that happened to him in his life.

I look around for someone, I... Don't know if he's talking to me or not. He looks me up and down. "You're not hurt, right?! Ink brought you to me and-" He cuts himself off when he sees me looking around the room. "Blue...?" He asks, looking a little worried. "Uh... Who... Uh where... Am I?" I ask, looking at him in the eyes.. I see his face fall, "Blue... Do you not remember me?" He asks, kneeling down. His eyes are filled with worry, he seems very upset at the idea of me not knowing who he is.

I frown a little. "I'm sorry... I don't know who you are... or who I am...." I say. I felt bad for the man in front of me, we were obviously close, yet I had no idea who he was. "Heh, it's... it's alright, just have to... get your memories back somehow... or... something like that..." He says, then looks at me, "Start off with the basics, my name is Error, and your name is Sans, but I call you Blueberry or Blue for short." He says.

"Why do you call me Blueberry?" I ask, feeling a little confused. Why would someone.. How would someone get a nickname like 'Blueberry'? "Because you're blu- hold on." He says and gets out a mirror, holding it up so I can see myself. I look at my reflection, I was wearing a weird scarf, shoulder pads, gloves, a grey shirt, some weird poofy pants, and some boots. I looked ridiculous to be honest. What kind of guy dresses like this? "Wow... I look stupid." I say.

Error frowns, at me saying this. But he doesn't say anything, just takes the mirror back. "So, now you know what you look like, the reason I call you 'Blueberry' is because you're adorable, and you're blue. Any other questions on that subject?" He asks. "Yeah... Uh, how close are we?" I ask. He seems like a really good friend of mine, possibly a roommate in wherever the heck we are. He blushes, "We're, uh... Well, we were... " He mumbles for a second before speaking up, "Dating..." He finishes and rubs the back of his neck.

I look away, feeling even worse for Error now. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have your significant other wake up and not know who you are. "Oh, uh, well..." I say awkwardly. Error hugs me, crying. I cringe and hug him back slowly, not at all sure what to do. "Error... I..." I pause, feeling bad for what I'm about to say. "I'm not... The guy you fell in love with... I don't remember.... I'm so sorry..." I say, hugging him a little tighter. He starts to cry harder.

I couldn't do this. I couldn't help this stranger, I couldn't be who he wanted me to be. I was just a faint memory in a blank slate. One who did not recognize the name "Error". One who didn't understand why someone would dress and get such weird nicknames like the old me did. I wasn't Blueberry, I wasn't Sans. I was just a body that held the same appearance.

"Erry I-" I don't know where that nickname came from. But it's there, it feels natural to say. Error stops crying in an instant and looks at me, smiling widely, he seems ecstatic, just because I called him 'Erry'. "Uh... what?" I ask. "You called me 'Erry'! It's your nickname for me." He says, looking like a dork, a complete dork. "I... Honestly don't know where that came from... I just... felt like I needed to call you that..." I say, staring up at him. His eyes seem to twinkle.

I realize he's a whole two feet taller than me. "Why are you so tall?" I ask. Compared to me, he was a giant. "I have no clue." Error says with a shrug. I jump a little, even then, I'm not as tall as him. "No fair..." I grumble. Crossing my arms in disapproval. He snorts and uses my head as an armrest, "Well, you're shorter than my brother by about a foot, oh well." He says, chuckling. "It makes the Magnificent Sans cuter!" I say, feeling upset. Magnificent... Sans? What kind of name is that?! Error smiles at me again, "And that's what you always call yourself! I think something in your head is bringing back memories." He says, tapping my head, er, skull with one finger.

I think about this for a moment. I don't remember anything, I'm just subconsciously saying these things. I tell Error this and he frowns again, "Oh... Well, something must be sparking memories, or..." He sighs and shakes his head, "You have somethings that are the same." He mutters. I frown, I don't like seeing Error upset... For some reason. "Don't... say that..." I say, my voice lacking confidence. I honestly don't know if I want to remember who I am though. I seem a little... off to say the least. Error looks at me, "Why?" He asks, "I don't want to forget him... er, you..." He sighs again, looking at the floor. "I didn't mean that, Erry.... I meant that... Don't say it so sadly... I... I don't like seeing you sad..." I say, still frowning. He looks at me, tears welling in his eyes, but he doesn't say anything.

"Hey... Why don't you tell me about myself? Would that make you feel better?" I ask with a faint smile. He smiles widely and goes on a rant about how cute I am and how I would act normally. I nod every once in awhile, listening carefully to everything he was saying. To say the least... I was a weird guy.... But at least I was a nice one. Once he finishes, he's still smiling at me, "And, that's everything I know." He says. "I'm pretty weird aren't I?" I ask, laughing a little. "How come... I don't act like that now?" I ask starting to frown. I felt like a completely different person than who Error described. Error's smile disappears and he sighs, "You... You were attacked... by this virus called 'Fresh' and if I get my hands on him, H̨͠Ę̷͘͘͠ ̸̛͟W̷̵̢͢I̸̧L̸͏͢͝L҉҉ ̵̸̧͝N͏͝͠E̡͞͏V̢̛̕E̡͝R̢̨͢ ̨͏̴́͢S͏̡҉̀E͡E̛͝͠ ̡͘͢͟͡T̷̷͘҉H̶E̸̡͢͝ ̴̨̧͞L̴̛̛͜Į͝G̵̀H̸̴̸̕T̨҉ ̶Ó͞F̡̛̀́͡ ̀́D́͏͢͟A͝҉Ý̨̡ ̛͏A̡Ǵ̡̛̀҉Ą̨I̵̕͢͢͏N̶̵͠͏.̕" He says, sounding terrifying now.

I flinch, I didn't know he could be so scary. I take a couple of steps back. I feel as if my life was in danger, even though I knew he wouldn't hurt me... Probably. He sighs and calms down, looking at me, "Sorry, just... Really mad at Fresh for doing that..." He says. I nod, probably looking like I just saw satan himself. He sighs and facepalms, "damnit... i'm freaking stupid..." He mutters. I feel a sudden twinge of pain in my entire being. I hated seeing Error upset....

"Don't say that! My Err Bear is not stupid!" I say, feeling a little angry at him suggesting that. He stares at me, starting to smile again, "You called me Err Bear." He points out. Seeing Error happy, hearing him say that nickname, sparks something in me. All my memories come flooding back. "Of course I did Erry! That's my nickname for you, is it not? I believe I first said it when we had our first kiss!" I say, smiling at him. He squeaks, blushing darkly now, "U-Uh..." He says, suddenly flustered.

I walk up to him, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry..." I whisper. He blinks a few times, then hugs back, "Why are you sorry? I'm the one who failed you..." He says. "I... Must have put you through so much pain... I'm so so sorry..." I start to cry a little. I could forgive anyone, but I can never forgive myself. "Hey, it's ok, you're back to how you're supposed to be, that's all that matters." He says softly, hugging me tightly. I shake my head against his shoulder. "I... Can't forgive myself for hurting you like that, Erry..." I say, holding him close. He pulls back a bit and looks at me, "I'm. Fine. For once, forgive yourself, I hate seeing you like this just like how you hate seeing me the same way." He says.

"I... I can't Error..." I say looking away from him. He pulls my face so that I'm looking at him, "So let me forgive you." He says and kisses me gently.  

END OF PART ONE.