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As you look over at the old-fashioned wood house, the trees surrounding your lonely self in this camp filled to the brick with green, you let out the breath you were holding.
You are here, after all.
The soft fur of your jacket comfort you, the air here is so pure, nothing like the dirty and suffocating air of the city, it's actually pretty good! Maybe you'll actually like living in the countryside, haha!
......Yeah, no way.

"Fuckin' hell! Why those goddamn mosquitoes won't leave me alone?!" You try to shoo the flying pests away, yelling and cursing loudly to everyone hear, which is nobody since there1s not a single little soul in this hellhole.

You pushed the wooden door to open, hearing a little creak as you did, and push your bagage ahead, groaning at the weight.

"'Go to your grandma's house, It'll be nice' they said, 'It'll be a good relax time!' they said! Yes, I'll relax sleeping at the mid of fuckin' nowhere in a house more old than yo mama!" I brash, getting my bagages towards the living room with a grumpy face, a scowl deep in my face, "I swear to any god, if I end up in a serial killer program I'll come back from death to haunt everyone who pushed me into this big, old and creepy house!" You jump at the old green couch, immediatelly regretting this stupid decision when dust reaches your nose, you sneeze hard for two minutes, the dust acumulating in your mouth and clothes.

You stand there for a minute still after recovering from sneezing and coughing at the same time, ready to yell bloody murder and hop in your black Chevy Impala 1967 and go all the four hours of drive back to your mundane, boring and dull urburban life, living of noodle and three social interactions by day and getting buried by work.

....But you wasted too much money in the gasoline, your friends will kill you if you come back so soon and you're too prideful to come back with your tails between your legs, so you do what any mature and reasonable adult would do.

Lay in the dusty and old couch, staring at the ceiling in silenty for exact three seconds before snapping.

"This old fucking house is about to crumble and they thought I would relax here?!" You throw yourself out of the couch, annoyed at the eering silence as you look for any light switch because there's no way you're staying in the dark, murmuring and cursing under your breath.

You walk through the dark wood floor carefully, a little scared that maybe it'll fell under your feet, but with a little of hope and bravery, you managed to bump in you bagage three times and nearly falling over once! When you finally find the light switch, the lamp lighting up the living room completely, you find yourself standing in a...

Wait, what's that?

You kneel down, touching the floor with curiosity as you feel something trapping your finger, a shockwave going through your body.

"Aw! What the fuck was that?" You groan, shaking your fingers before opening the think like a trapdoor, it was a bit heavy and cold to the touch, dusty accumulated, but the handle had marks that showed it was pretty used.

"Sicko, grandma had a secret basement where she killed gramps other six wives." As you open the iron covered with wood thing, a sudden cold air rushes through you, goosebumps all over your body.

"Fuck, this is creepy as hell." And like a stupid horror protagonist, you just went down the stairs reforced with iron and maybe making too much noises for your liking.

It was not so deep, only a few set of stairs until you reached the floor. It was way more dusty than up there, coughing evert two steps you take until you reach a door with solid iron, a password code required to pass through.

Strangely, the door emanated a eerie feeling, darkness envolving everything around you and the only thing you could see was the door, pleading for you to open it, to free it.

Like the chant of a siren, hypnotizing you and calling you, too many eyes lurking in the shadow watching you, following you.

The password was your bithday, you have to remember that to tell all your cousins in the next family party that you were the favorite grandchild.

In the middle of the room, stood a machine, the world going silence in this moment.

Tall, exalating power and danger, the machine stood there, surrounding it a few tables with books on it. "...At least it's not a sex dangeon, I guess." You murmur, cold breath coming from your mouth, shivers all over your body. "What the fuck you were doing, old hag..?"

You yelp when suddenly, one of the books fall over. "My heart! Oh, fuck, i'll die young.." Whining, you reach over to the book, dusting the dust off as you scan the thing over.

It was bound in fancy leather, the words on the cover engraved in what looked like gold, unlike everything else in this basement and in the house, the book was not dust but it seemed pretty old, the pages were way worn and yellowish. There's a name on the cover, you silently murmured it;

"W.D Gaster...? Ol' hag never mentioned nobody with that name before.." As you quickly pass by the pages, you noticed something strange.. This isn't any language you know, hands symbols adorning every page, not once you've ever saw any thing like that! But it seems like it's a diary, a lot of messy numbers and calculations.

Suddenly, the machine start to make a sound. A low rumbling like it's gathering forces, the sound right on your ear.

"Ugh, how do you turn this shit off...?" You try to find any cable connecting the machine, but there's nothing. "What the fuck? How is that off?" You murmur, touching the cold iron, trying to find any hidden button, groaning at this stupid machine.

Suddenly, the sounds grew louder, the machine monitor showing a lot of hand symbols, like the ones in the diary earlier, you only make out a few symbols, but you can't connect them to make any sense.

Curiosity getting the best of you, you move closer and closer to the orange monitor showing more and more symbols like it's desperate, some numbers appear until everything black out.

....

"I want to leave."

A sudden light flashes your eye, making you blind as everything fade out.

Something is screaming, there's voices on your head who seemed too much alike until they're not, hands gripping on your feet, desperately to be saved.

You don't feel, you don't see.

There's nothing, pure white blinds you, your head throbbing like someone is trying to split it open, you can feel yourself screaming, the pain itching every part of you being.

The eyes lurking in the shadow aren't hidden anymore, they try to consume you, bringing you to their world.

You blackout.

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Isn't beautiful the irony of the universe? You go to your old grandma's house in the middle of nowhere to relax in your vacation, the only thought in your mind being serial killers in the woods, the annoying mosquitoes, the fresh air from the trees and drinking all the alcohol you could bring with you.

Only the good stuff!

And then when you get too curious and find a weird trapdoor leading to a more weird basement and way more weird stuff inside, you think to youtself, 'This can't get worse!'

Ohh....Surely can.

Fuck, you feel dizzy and all your bones hurt, specially the ones in your hand and those fuckers screaming around you are not helping, because who is shouting at 10AM?

"Ugh...fuck, my head feels like it's getting cutted in half.." The noises around you suddenly stop, you think someone snorted in the background, but you're not too focused in the people around you-

Wait a damn minute, you don't remember inviting anyone to a fucking basement!

You jolt up, your eyes blurry and you're so not panicking as you feel all the eyes (Why their eyes were so damn shiny?) in the room on you.

There are noises, you're prety sure, but it seems you're as deaf as you're blind in this moment! Why is everything so cold? And why those people around you are white and pale as Edward Cullen?

Blinking too many times, you can finally see the things around you, and you're a bit too much perplexed.

Bones. Pale bones. (If that exist) and discoulored bones and scratched bones and-

There's someone screaming? You're pretty sure there's someone screaming!

"SOMEONE PLEASE END THIS SUFFERING BANSHEE SCREAM!"

There are skeletons! Too much skeletons! And as you scramble to your feet, your back hitting something cold and looking everywhere at once you can't find a good reason why your grandpa's six wives who were killed by your grandma in this fucking creepy basement decided to haunt you but you're not having it!

"Please! I'm sorry, alright?!" You're not keen on pleading for your life, but your only weapon is the old and heavy book you found out and somehow are holding and too much courage (or stupid) cells in your body, you're sooo not testing the waters with spirits. "Grandma shoudn't killed you guys just because grandpa slept with y'all but please don't kill me too! I'm young and too hot for that..!" You didn't even tried to take a good look on them and as you hide your face in this old book, pleading for anything to save you from this and cursing your old hag, someone cough in the background and just now you realize there are snickers and full laughing

You're pretty sure revengeful spirits woudn't laugh at that.

"I MUST ASSURE YOU," A booming voice speaks (You slightly flinch in how loud is), there's something raspy and cold in their tone, and as you take a sneaky peak around the edges of the book, your eyes find purple highlights holding a....amused glint in their...eyes? sockets? eye-hole? "THAT NEITHER ME NOR MY BROTHER HAVE SLEPT WITH YOUR....GRANDPA _{although i'm not so sure about the others in this room.."} They're not so subtle whispering, you think to yourself.

The owner of the voice is a skeleton and not one of those Halloween decors or some shit, he's pretty much alive!
His bones are discoulored, a shade more gray then the others....skeletons....in the room, and not only his highlights are purple (how is that possible, anyway?) but his whole palette is too! His armour is gray with purple, the scarf in his neck is purple with sharp tips, a black leather boots with heels that seems to make him only a bit more tall.

And sharp teeths. Did you mentioned the sharp teeths? And the sharp nails? And the murderous gaze? Those are important details that don't make him approchabble at all.

"I AM PRETTY SURE THAT I NEVER SLEPT WITH A OLD HUMAN!"

"This can't be happening." You rub your temples, the cold thing on your back rumbling and you miss the startled look in some of the skeletons in the room.

"uh, not t' scare ya, but ya shoul' step away 'rom the machine.." This voice is way different yet too similar with the last one, a gruffy tone with fear in their voice.

"I'm trying to think, give me a damn second!" You mumble to yourself, rubbing your temples furiously as you feel a headache coming, "Wait, machine?" You finally take your eyes off the ground, looking behind you with careful movements.

There is, the looming iron thing looking at you, powerful and scary.

But...there's something strange about this one, you just can't find what.

"GREAT. THE FIRST HUMAN I SEE IS A DAMN LUNATIC!"

"THAT'S NOT RUDE AT ALL!"

You ignore the bickering behind you, the book in your hand is shivering and there's goosebumps in your body.
This machine is different, those cables were not there nor this dark patch nor the crack in the monitor.

The skeletons in the room seems to try to overpower the other in voice volume, and as you look around you can see the discoulored gray paint in the walls, the tables covered with papers.

You're still in your grandma basement, but this is not your grandma basement.

Where the fuck are you?

"UGH! I'LL FINISH THIS SOON AND BRING THE SOUL TO THE KING! CAN'T WASTE TIME IN WEAKLINGS LIKE YOU."

"guys?"

Your head is screaming, there's goosebumps all over your body and you can't focus in the situation happening before your eyes, there's too much noise and there's too much things happening.

"PARDON ME, WEAKLINGS? THAT'S IRONIC COMING FROM A BABYBONES!" Why they are fighting, again? You need silent to think.

"uh, boss?"

"SANS! NOT! NOW!"

"HA! YOUR OWN BROTHER CAN'T AGREE TO YOUR CHILDNESS."

"hey, maybe we shoul' stop a little and..."

"SHUT UP!"

"CLOSE YOUR MOUTH!"

Enough, you're not about to let those damn skeletons splitter your head in half with their voices!

"No, no! Y'all shut up!" For some reason, they do shut up. But mostly because they're surprised than really obeying you. "I'm trying to think why there's skeletons in my grandma's basement and why they all look like copies of eachother and I can' think with everyone screaming!" You huff, tighting your grip in the book as you head goes million in a second.

Silence.

"so, i'm the only wondering why a human was pulled by the machine?" Your eyes snap to a really tall skeleton wearing a orange hoodie and cargo shorts, a pink sandal with white sockets, he seems to shrink a bit under your gaze.

"and what do you mean this your basement? until now i thought it was mine." A short skeleton says, blue hoodie, cargo shorts and again a pink sandals and you have to blink twice so his words sink him.

"Is this a prank? It's under my grandma name and it's mine since...like, she died." You two lockeyes, he seems to sweat a bit under your gaze and shruggs, a little startled.

"uh, nah." he says a bit shocked, an easy grin on his face, "i buyed this a few months ago, pretty pricey too."

You feel your breath hitch, the skeleton sweating a little more as you can't take your eyes off him and there's blue powder on his cheekbones.

"Which year we are?" You don't want to hear the answer actually coming from his tight grin, the other skeletons in the room too silent for your tastes.

"20XX, six months 'fter the barrier broke."

"The....the barrier?" The other skeletons in the room seems to be just as startled as you.

"uh, ex-fucking-cuse me?"

"THE....THE BARRIER IS BROKEN?"

"oh boy."

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He was always there.

Or was he? There was a time that this reality coudn't pass by a dream, something he must achieve.

He just can't remember why, that seemed to be a current topic here, always diving in thoughts, memories or reasons and then

He would chase a thought like a mindless being, desperate to touch, to hold his memoriesin his pale hands but, as everything in this place, it would go right past him, flying in this miserable place, getting swallowed by the darkness, ready to be forgotten forever.

Just like him, he supposes. People who he held (or almost) close to his SOUL forgotting he ever existed, all of that because.... OH, HE FORGOT AGAIN. EVERYTHING IS SLIPPING AGAIN.

Doens't matter anymore, there's other matters he should pay close attention and that is the strange thing pulling him towards somewhere, he coudn't help but follow it, skippig through places and universes. following like a idiot something so small and fragile.

The little thing stop, standing like a sore thumb in this word of gray and black, pointing to a certain gray door peeling at the corner, the old doorknob seems like would crumble if touched.

A door. That's what the little thing is trying to show? A little and curious door who seemed to have nothin-

"W.D Gaster...? Ol' hag never......

Someone whisper his name, echoing everywhere like a broken record, whispering agaisn't the force of void.

Someone...whispered his name?

He open the door with verocity, the little thing long ago vanished, he's hungry and desperate to be remembered, to be spoken to.

There's is. A human in front of the thing he put dust and hope into, the work of a lifetime.

The machine.

He lurks in the shadow, watching the human freeze and strangely enough, he can feel others watching too.

He watch as they grip tightly a book- His book. The machine pulling them towards a new place he can't put his finger into, but he dive together

He can't let them escape, holding tightly their body alongside others who he can't waste time thinking.

This is chance and he'll be damned if don't use it.

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The shortest skeleton with the blue hoodie that had the balls to claim he bought your grandma house lead all of you to the living room.

Uh, using the stairs was a bit tricky since those skeletons didn't want you behind them and you also didn't want to smell their non-existent ass, so...It was a bit problematic using the stairs with a book in your hand, for sure! But in the end you went first and opened the oh-so familiar chilling to the bone door and jumped when you got face to face with the tallest skeleton in the orange hoodie.

"Motherfucker!" Startled, you yelled and got away from him and the door, a fast heartbeat in your chest. "How- How you ended up here?! You were just behind me!"

He shrug with a knowing smile, looking at the door and seeing the rest of the skeletons coming out and then they looked at you strangely after hearing you yelling.

"i know a shortcut." Raising an eyebrow, your left eye twitches because you both know there's no shortcut off a fucking basement.

Looking around, you didn't spotted your three pink baggage in the middle of the room like you just left them a minutes ago, your heart clenching at the view and you point your ring finger in the place you left them.

"My baggage!" The shortest skeleton looked at the you, the place you're poiting, you and then rest of skeletons strangely.

"uh, there's nothin' there?." He mutters, a bonebrow raised.

"Exactly! I left them here! Right here between this ugly carpet and the couch!"

Groaning, you sat in the way less dusted green old-fashioned couch, seeing the place you were minutes ago much more clean and modern, some things the same and others different. Only you are comfortable enough to sit (Okay, first of all: It's your grandma house, okay?!), the others are standing near the skeleton that matches their color pallete even though there's a bunch of puff's to sit on.

More couch for you, then.

The bonegang looked at each other strangely, a smell of burnt pine in the air, they glared at each other plus you, but you noticed all of them stole glances at the big windows the house had, a nervous look masked in each face. Suddenly, the red-colored and short one, sharp fangs and a golden teeth pointed at the shortest blue who were sweating buckets under everyone gaze.

"ya got some explain' to do, 'anilla." He got a thick accent and a glare that could kill, glued to the tall and red-colored skeleton who were way busy glaring at your poor self..

Actually, a bunch were busy looking at you or stealing glances at the book you're tightly gripping, some with exciting glints and other with.....not so exciting glints. Pretty murderous glints.

"uuuuumm....." Sweating, he rubbed his temple with his bone hand and sighed, clasping and getting everyone attention. "its a funny history, actually. how bout we start with some introductions?" Some skeletons snorted in disgust and even short-blue seemed to know his idea is bullshit.

It was a unnerving silent for a few seconds.

The orange hoodie one raised his hand and Short-Blue nodded at him. "name's papyrus, but i guess every tall skeleton here is also papyrus." A tall skeleton with a purple jacket and purple eye nod at him and he catches you staring. You raise an eyebrow and you guys stare at each other until you break the eye contact. (You didn't notice the purple sweat in his temple.)

"I AM THE MAGNIFICENT SANS! BUT AS MY BROTHER WELL PUT, I THINK WE ALL ARE...." A skeleton with baby blue scarf, white highlights and holding a kind yet nervous smile says, he's pretty short but not like Short-Blue, just a tad less than Red-Punk and more than Purple-Sharp-Teeth, his eyes glance to you and there's a hint of excitement, curiosity and caution on them. "BUT I GUESS YOUR NAME ISN'T NEITHER SANS NOR PAPYRUS, YES, HUMAN?"

Suddenly, all eyes are back on you and you just shrug, not giving in on the deadly glares and mischievous looks. (Your palms are sweaty and your heartbeat is fast as fuck.)

"[Name]." Your answer is flat but some of those skeletons seems to perk up at your name, looking at you strangely.

Something whisper in the back of your head, cold sinking in your body but you ignore the feeling.

"So, Sans." All of the short-skeletons head snap at you and you're a bit overwhelmed. "Uh, I mean the shortest Sans." Spluttering, he seems a bit offended to be called the smallest and the others hide their smirks or just laugh straight off. 

"Why are you saying you bought my Grandma's old house and what the fuck is a barrier?"

"ALTHOUGH WITHOUT USING SUCH VULGAR WORDS, I HAVE THE SAME QUESTION AS THE MISERABLE HUMAN!" Your left eye twiched, miserable? Plain ol' rude, this shortass with a stick upon his boneless ass. "THE BARRIER IS BROKEN? HOW?" 

Sans (short-blue) stay still, choosing his words carefully and a heavy sigh left his lips. (Lips? There's no lips! so...bone-mouth?)

"th' barrier has been broken six months ago by the human," The skeletons hold some surprisious expressions and all of them seems to know the human, but you're pretty much lost! Hello? Human? "we've been adjustin' slowly, some monsters 're still underground and Tori is workin' along the King for peace," There's a soft look on his face and you feel a pang of...something in yout chest but you just rub it off.

"so, we're free?" The red Sans mutter, widen sockets and a stiff posture, his eyes glued in the window.

Sans (short-blue- Dang, it's getting annoying to repeat it) seems to notice too and gesture for them to follow him. 

"yall can come see it, it's night tho."

Opening the front door, he stand in the doorway and all of the skeletons follow after him carefully and you go along with it, not really caring the night and just wanting to finally go home!

Above all of you is a cerulean sky, shiny dots of stars bringing color for the dark blue sky.

The skeletons are amazed, their breath hitched and they can't take their eyes off the sky and you swear there's some tears rolling down but you don't adress it.

Instead, you feel a bit of fondness and sadness in your chest as you look at their little expressions of amazement, you don't know what is happening and why they were imprisioned, but their expressions seems to be worthy being free.

Suddenly, an engine motor is audibly heared and looking over, you see a cherry red car slowing down next-

"Holy Moly Cow! Where's my baby?!" You run towards where you left your sweetpie, no signs of your beloved Chevy Impala 1967 standing proudly where you left her, nothing! Just some old tire mark on the ground and you can just feel anger and tears boiling in your face!

Looking ahead of you, you see a tall skeleton leaving the cherry red car with a dumbfounded look in his face, staring at the other skeletons in shock and then at Blue sans-short.

"BROTHER?" You leave the ghost of your car behind, but this is not over. "ALTHOUGH I LOVE NEW FRIENDS, PRAY TELL ME WHY THERE'S A BUNCH OF YOU AND ME IN OTHER CLOTHINGS ON OUR YARD?"

Short-blue- Ugh, it's giving you a headache! You'll call him Shorty and that's it! Anyway, Shorty's grin seems to be wider seeing this new skeleton and his posture is less tense.

"heh, ya could say our bones got a lot of trou-b-sle going on, paps." Grinning, other skeletons snickers at his comment, (Was it a pun? you feel like it was supossed to be a pun) and others just openly grumble their distate.

'Paps' just stare at his brother blankly, his keys dramaticlly dropping in the floor.

"WE WILL NOT COMMENT ABOUT YOUR TERRIBLE TIME ON PUNS, SANS!" 

"PLEASE, NOT THE PUN'S!" The baby blue skeleton groans, burying his head in the palm of his hands and his brother(you assume it's his brother) pat his elbow with a mischiveous grin.

"c'mon, broo...don'tcha got any funny bones?" 

"PAPYRUS. THIS IS A WARNING."

"Uh, not trying to interrupt this really cute bone family meeting, really!" Raising you hand, 'Paps' head goes a complete 360° and stare at you mouth agape and you're honestly a bit startled when he's murmurs a shocked 'WOWZIERS!'. "But, uhh.....What're monsters? Were your guys in some kinda of home arrest? Why y'all look the same? Why're you guys in my grandma house and why it's so...so..." You look around seeing the garden is well kept, the house is with a new paint but keeping the old fashioned style, "Why am I.....someway in the future...?" Your voice is a bit meaky in the end, realization dawning upon you.

This....This can't be happening, right?! You hold the book near your chest, your heart loudly beating as you try to make sense of all of this fucked up mess.

"uh, human, where did ya find this book?" Your eyes snap to Shorty, narrowing.

"The basement, duh? Whatever I could find a creepy book entitled.." You turn the book around and when you look up, you can see curious expressions in the book, you hold your tongue for some reason, something in your mind screaming Don't, don't, don't. "I dunno. But this doesn't answer none of my many questions, Shorty." Hiding the book under your clothes, you step towards Shorty, seeing him startled at the nickname before sighing, (He does that a lot, sighing.)

"yall will probably wan' to sit.."

After a full whiteboard filled with terrible drawings about wormholes, multiverses and lessons of physics you slept in school, you're slightly grasping the whole concept, and a few lessons about what monster are, that no, the Underground wasn't a home arrest thing and it seems they're basically the same person in different fonts.

"So while your guys are basically Doctor Strange shit, I'm in some Back to the Future bullshit?" The 'Underground' skeletons seems to be confused and 'Paps' is the only that catches your references, nodding along.

"wha'he fuck are those?" RedPunk snorted, a not so friendly expression. 

"Seriously? I get you not catching the Doctor Strange one but Back to the Future is a classic!" You get only blanky stares so you just scoff and mumble, 'no culture beings' before going back to your brainstorm. 

"So, I'm in a different time while you guys are in different multiverses....But why? Why didn't I got dragged in a universe where, fuck, I was in the Underground with people who are trying to eat me?" Resting your cheek in the palm of your hand, you stare at Shorty like he got the answers for all your questions.

Which he, actually, doesn't!

"i have a few theories, but nothin' i could really confirm.." Mumbling, he looks at the whiteboard carefully before looking back at the gang of bone boys and you.

"sorry pals, but you guys will have to stay here for a while until we can bring yall to your universes." There's protests and a tall edgy skeletons stand up in his fully height, a angry look in his face. 

"I WILL NOT RESIDE IN A HOUSE WITH A BUNCH OF MONGRELS!" Stomping his foot, he glares at everyone. Looking him up and down, he's pretty tall and a lot of black and red going on, just like he's coming from the Black Parade and a sharp, blood red scarf. His scarred eye narrowed at everyone.

"JUST LIKE A BABY THROWING A TANTRUM." Purple-Heels not-so-mutter, rolling his sockets and MCR Dude snap his head to look at him.

"AH YOU LITTLE FUCK-"

"I THINK WE NEED TO DISCUSS SOME NICKNAMES!" 'Paps' suddenly raise his voice with a nervous smile, a burnt smell of wood filling the air. "WE CAN'T JUST CALL EACH OTHER PAPYRUS OR SANS, YES?" 

Scoffing, rolling eyes, nervous smiles and blankes faces greets him.

"th' human seems to be reallyy grea' on that, yea, shorty?" The redpunk grin at Shorty and you can feel some tension raising in the air.

Feeling some eyes on you, you take your eyes off the picture frame that used to hold a old pic of you and the ol' hag before humming at the skeletons, crossing your legs.

"Uh, doesn't feel a bit rude for me to decide your names? I feel like it is..." You mumble, your eyes scanning them up and down and noticing some strange looks.

"i was being sarcastic, sweetheart." he scoff, rolling his eyes and your left eye twitch.

"Oh, sorry then, guy who looks like he buy all his clothing in Hot-Topics, you don't make it very ease to know!" Standing up and meeting his glare with your own, you look at Shorty and crosses your arms.

"If you buyed this house, who sold it to you? Surely not Grandma." He seems a bit thoughtful at first before shrugging.

"uh, i can't really remember now, but they were pretty trashy." His posture tense for some moments, like recording a bad memory.

"I THINK IT WAS SOMETHING LIKE.....[NAME]? YES, IT WAS THAT! [NAME] GALLERO!" 'Paps' says and your heart stops and suddenly all the skeletons are looking at you and-

"No fucking way, it's Back to the Future all over again." You slumped in the couch, burying your face in your hands.

"SO, THOSE NICKNAMES...?" 

"I HAVE A SUGGESTION." Purple Guy smirk in a prideful way before pointing his sharp phalanges at MCR Edgy Guy, "WE COULD ALWAYS CALL YOU 'BABYBONES' HM?" The skeleton stomps his foot angrily.

"I WILL NOT TOLERATE A DAMN LITTLE VERSION OF MY BROTHER MAKING FUN OF ME!"

"YES? AND WHAT YOU'LL DO ABOUT IT, BABYBONES?"

"Edge." They stop bickering and look at you, dumbfounded. You hear some snickers in the background and a startled noise. "Edge suits you." You mumble, tired of thir voices splitting your head in half.

There's a red powder in his cheekbones, it's cute.

"I....WELL, COUGH!" He fakes a cough pretty loudly. (Like, literally speaking cough?) "IT IS BETTER THAN BABYBONES. I THINK YOUR EXISTENCE ISN'T SO USELESS THEN, HUMAN!"

"Gee, thank you."

Purple Guy mumbles something in the background and suddenly Baby Blue raises his hand, orange lanky guy looking at him funnily.

"CAN I BE COOLSKELETON?" There's a hidden glint in his eyes and you can hear Purple Guy scoffing.

"OBVIOUSLY NOT, ARE YOU STUPID? WELL! I'LL BE THE EVIL SANS! AND MY BROTHER WILL BE RUS!" 'Rus' in question just shruggs, accepting it.

"HOW IS THAT ANY LESS STUPID?! AND YOU CAN'T BE SANS! WE'RE ALL SANS!" 

"im not. im papyrus." Lanky guy shruggs, a relaxed smile in his face as he sleep in the couch.

"You could be Blackberry." Shrugging, you don't notice the offended look in his face. "And you, babyblue, could be Blueberry." Actually, you're a little hungry now... "Like, it matches all your...color thing going on, right? Black and purple, blue and gray......Am I making sense?"

"I'M CONFIDENT YOU'RE NOT, STUPID HUMAN!" Blackberry shakes his head with disgust. "THOSE ARE HORRI-"

"I LOVE THEM!" Blueberry smiles at you and he's suddenly face to face with you.

"Woah!"

"IT'S A TRUE LOVEBLE NICKNAME! AND-" 

Coughing in his gloved fist, Blackberry glares at you.

"IT'S NOT BAD, I GUESS."

You awkwardly laughs, a bit surprised at their interaction.

"yo, what 'bout me?" Lanky guy waves his hands in the couch tiredly, a grin on his face.

"Eh, Lanky?" He chuckles but shakes his head. "Orange?" "all of us color coded?" "Stretch? You're, like, the tallest and..." He hums before nodding. "its cool."

"Cool, cool. Can I go home now?" You rub your eyes and look at Shorty. 

"ey! i didn' got a nicknam-"

"ya, i think it'll be better if you go, human." Now that you look at it, something in Shorty expression changed after realizing 'you' sold the house for them but you can't point out what.

"Uh, a little passive-agressive for me but sure." But you're not reading too much into it and you can't force yourself to care anyway so you just stand up and dust your clothes before walking towards the door.

"wait, that's a stupid decision." Halting your steps, you look over your shoulder at the owner of the voice...Red guy. 

Shorty looks at him strangely but Red kept his eyes locked with yours, the room unnerving silence.

"if you're right an' you're ahead in the future, meeting your other version may destroy your version of the past." You sent him a confused look and he just sigh, annoyed.

"look, your whole existence here is wron'," Way to get a person heart, I guess? "someone 'rom the past can affect deeply the future, our more like our present now, and that'll erase your past-self and who knows what'll happen to ur body! you could die or even worse, be 'rased 'rom this plane of existence."

You feel a shudder in your body, a deep voice whispering in your ear.

Hear.

"So.." You gulp, sweat bending in your temples and you can feel your body tense. "Wh-What do I do now?" He shrugs and you turn towards Shorty, panic rising in your bile. 

He stay silent, his eyes boring into yours, mixed emotions in his eyes until he broke the eye contact to look at his brother and sighing.

"you can stay here until we find somethin', i guess." You let a deep sigh, your whole body in a fight or flight mode as you try to calm yourself.

"I'LL....START DINNER!" 'Paps' smile nervously at you before hurrying to the kitchen.

Shorty suddenly disapears in a blink and that left you and the others who got pulled in this goddamn mess.

"so, 'hat about my nickname?"

A wild sans appear in your path!

A silly drawing made by the fabulous me! 🫡

Chapter Text

"SO, MHMM...."

The dinner table is silent, the only skeleton trying to talk is Paps (the nickname is rather cute, you can't help but use it!) you bet ten bucks he'll get tired when no one answer his questions for the nineth time.

They answered actually.

With more silent!

"Ugh," Groaning, you chew your meat with a annoyed grunt and you totally didn't notice some skulls turning to you.

"HUMAN!" You don't stop chewing your meat, you just look up at who called you. Paps.

Oh no, he'll use you - The last thing dangerous in their vision - To save the awkward silence, this is fucked up.

He waits for your answer but you just look around like there's another human in a table full of dead and pale bones.

"YES, YOU, THE HUMAN!" Sighing, you nod at him. "SO....WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE GETTING..UH, PULLED? HERE? IN OUR? HOUSE?"

You could let a snarky comment but you can feel Shorty eyes on you and the rest of the table silently watching you with deep gazes.

But you know what? You're fucking good on working under pression! 

"Well." You stop chewing, the meat stuck between your teeth. Yikes. "Before being pulled here is a lot of amount of time, but before touching the machine?" You stop to chew the rest of the meat, building a suspense vibes.

You can see some impatient ticks here and here, but you just chew it off.

"Moving in, basically." You continue eating, not giving into the curious glances and glares.

You don't continue, flavoring the sabour of the not so cooked meat. (did they even put salt on that shit?)

"so...you were going to live in this big ol' house ba yarself?"

"It's not that big, actually! And the house is, like, old as my grandpa's death," Some skeletons wince at that. "It was time to try and save some pieces of this crap....and I needed a break from work. My friends suggest a vacation and when I denied, they talked to my boss and forced the vacation on me." It was hilarious, actually. "And then I got here, found out the creepy basement and the even more creepy machine and then.." Got pulled in another time where's there's other you, resting in your house and driving YOUR!!! car!!!!!!!!!!!

"question." Stretch called you out. "why didya thought we were your grandpa's six wives?" 

Well, there's some snickers there and there and you totally don't feel embarrased. Nope.

"I don't know you noticed, but y'all are, like, skeletons."

"geez, thanks for pointin' out.." reddish guy said between his breath.

"Yeah, adorable." You point your gaze to him before going back to Stretch. "So, it is a bit sudden and heart attack material when there's a huge amount of skeletons on the suspicious basement who can, by some miracle of the destiny, talk."

He hums before nodding, almost cute how he didn't press for answer on the whole 'grandpa married six times and caused mental harm to all family tree' topic.

Then, silence again.

.....

I am stuck with mongrels.

Talking alone, are we?

Silent.

They knows we are here.

They can feel us, hear us, but not see us.

It's a little amusing, in a way.

A hole in the empty space they share caught their attention and looking deep on it, it's the little tricky thing who called them again.

The void is calling them, but they refuse to go back.

......

It's strange, seeing this house so livid again.

You snuck up from your designated room and silent tip toe around the couch, trying not to disturb the pure bones there. 

You almost felt sorry for him, but there's not enough rooms and when they tried to make you sleep in the couch, you almost snarled and threatened to gnaw their bones to dust.

Uh, let's just say Stretch felt goodness in his heart and offered his room. 

Anyway!

'It's been so long..' You sigh in your head, opening the back door to the backyard, the moon shining on you.

Although the skeletons reformed and painted some things, the smell and feeling of nostalgia coudn't go away.

"Heh, I think I buried some hidden treasure somewhere here...." You whisper to yourself, the cool breeze of midnight giving goosebumps and when your bare feet touch the sharp grass, you feel yourself back in a good past, your goold ol' hag smoking while watching you skip pebbles on her little pool with kinguio fishs swimming happily, a sunny day.

You can almost hear her yelling when you reaches towards the little pool, the rocks adorning it itching your bare feet. No longer fishes roaming happily like you remembered so vividly, no longer little frogs who you would capture and show to your vovó, her scrunched face always making you laugh. You put your feets in the cold water, reminiscing old memories that you tried to bury.

You miss her, in a way. Sure, she wasn't the best woman or person and she had a lot of mistakes.

Like, a lot lot.

You're pretty sure she was banned from a cassino in Los Angelos that one time you took her with you.

But she was yours on the same amount you were hers. in a sea full of sharks who tried to consume every piece of your being, she was the one who shoo'ed them with her favorite pan, cussing everything on her way while caressing your head with her wrinkled hands full with calluses, with her painted red hair and her favorite tobacco in her mouth.

You don't feel yourself crying until some droplest fall on the standing water, making a little fuss.

You try to remember her last moments, her last words, the shining eyes of hers dramatically darkening, her pale hands holding your cheek..

But you were not there to remember.

You don't look behind you even though you can feel someone there, you just.....can't.

Looking at this reformed house who used to be yor home is torturing, seeing the ghost of a past you were loved haunted you to the point of insanity.

So you just look ahead, immersing yourself on the cerulean sky and the feeling of cold water on your feet, the cold breeze making your hug yourself to gain more warm.

The person behind you silent goes away, leaving the door open and you sigh, deciding it's enough depression and changes for one night.

"Tomorrow it'll be better.....probably."

You silently gets your feet out of the water, turning around and seeing nobody in the porche, you look around a little more before entering the house quietly and closing the door.

Walking to your room with a full head and lost tears.

You don't notice, but the couch was empty.