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Y/N woke up for the second time that day. This time, they took a bit less time; they shot up, limbs flailing, a scream lodged in their throat.
They felt dizzy, and their vision was still dark in the corners from their door-related fainting. Sat on the cold, wet grass, they decided they didn’t like that door one bit.
Wait.
Y/N looked around and yep, sure enough. A grassy field stretched into infinity all around them. The grass was a vibrant shade of green Y/N didn’t think was possible in the 21st century. Within it, bright splashes of colour implied the existence of flowers. As Y/N stared incredulously at the scene before them, muffled steps sounded from behind.
Y/N whipped around and was met with a shocking sight. In front (previously behind) them, stood a skeleton. It was a short, stubby looking one. It was wearing a blue jacket, shorts, and slippers. It smiled.
In the next 5 seconds Y/N went through something that could only be described as the five stages of grief:
- Denial – that is not Sans from the hit game Undertale.
- Anger – no fucking This is ridiculous.
- Bargaining – maybe it’s someone in a Sans cosplay?
- Depression – no… no… no… no… no…
- And, finally, acceptance – okay. That. Is Sans.
The skeleton smiled and waved at Y/N. Y/N didn’t wave back.
“Hey there. Nice to see a new face around here.” Sans (holy fuck why Sans) spoke to Y/N. his voice sounded grainy, and somehow made Y/N sense it was created with subtitles in mind.
Surely this wasn’t real. Y/N was still recovering from that door-thing, what were they meant to do?
Sans, clearly more practiced in awkward pauses, continued on. “it’s bone a while since anyone new dropped by. I almost thought there wouldn’t be any new people. Heh. Er, not to sound sacrilegious.” He tagged on quickly.
Y/N stared. Simply for the lack of better things to do. On the topic of better things to do, they should probably contribute to the conversation.
“are you Sans?”
The skeleton nodded, like it was the most normal question one could ask. “How did you know, kid? You’re not one of those-“ he gestures with his bony hand, “-all-knowing fellas?”
Again, feeling way too confused and tired, Y/N just shook their head.
At least the grass was kind of pleasant. Not really, it was still very wet and cold; but at least it was grounding. That was good. The last few minutes of their life felt more like decades. But the grass, the grass meant they could stop. It was wet and cold and the only real thing in the world. If only it wasn’t so green.
Their musing was interrupted quite rudely by Sans’s concerned, “Kid? Kid?”
Oh, to hell with it. Y/N stood up and grunted at Sans. He looked slightly relieved at that. He also seemed to take that as a cue to continue talking.
“Hey, since you’re here, I should take you to our camp, eh?”
Y/N wanted to do anything but follow Sans Undertale to some “camp”, But looking at the endless green expanse around them they knew going off on their own would be more than stupid. Also, they were pretty sure they had a concussion.
Fuck doors.
Y/N nodded, after which Sans headed forward. Or, well, Y/N’s forward. His backward.
They walked in (un)comfortable silence for what felt like forever. The grass was as green as ever, though it looked slightly less wet. The sun, which Y/N hasn’t paid much attention to before, was concerningly square. The rest of the sky, thankfully, was shaped closer to what Y/N was used to. Though, was the world usually this bright?
They couldn’t stand this. “What is this?”
Sans turned to them questioningly, not stopping his stroll.
“Just- Where even am I? It’s just grass and more grass, I don’t know how I got here, and for some reason I'm walking and talking with a- a sentient skeleton!” they were close to shouting, and slightly closer to crying.
Sans nodded sympathetically, “It’s a bit hard to get used to. Well, as far as I'm aware of, anyway. I personally am too cool to go through an existential crisis. Plus, I was one of the originals; you could say I’ve basically built this place from the ground up.”
Y/N threw their hands up, “This isn’t making anything better!” they growled in frustration. “You just say weird shit and don’t elaborate! Sacreligion? All-knowing? Originals? What does that even mean?” They were pretty sure that they would lose it if Sans made another vaguely religious remark.
Sans slowed his pace. He opened his mouth to speak, but taking another look at Y/N he hesitated. He stopped completely and turned to Y/N. he now had a serious look on his face, or as serious as his constantly smiling face allowed for.
“I guess I should really explain, huh?” he said. In a serious tone. because this is serious now.
“Birds are singing. flowers are blooming. on days like these kids like you......” he cleared his throat. “Sorry, wrong monologue.”
Sans truly hit the point calling his explanation a monologue. Y/N was sure it had to go over some sort of word limit. They sort of wished Sans didn’t stop walking, they would definitely have reached the camp by the end of it. So, let them summarise:
- The World was made by three Gods some several decades ago.
- This world is populated by people from all over, the Gods pulling them from their home universes into here.
- Everything was going pretty swag, until one day the Gods ditched.
- Now the World is divided into two factions – each ones having different beliefs for the Gods’ reasons to leave.
- Obviously, Sans’ faction is the correct one (according to him).
Yep, seems like everything. Oh, just one small thing.
- The two factions are at war and trying to completely eradicate each other in hopes of the Gods’ return.
Yeah. That’s all.
Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. Well, at least this explained all the religious talk. Fuck, they wanted to go home. Being sold to 1D and all. If they got their hands on that door, ooh… Hell, you don’t even want to know what would happen to it.
Sans, the empath that he is, sensed that Y/N was done. He sighed and continued to walk. After all, they still had a five day trek ahead of them.