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‘Click clack click’ the sound of your knitting needles rang through the quiet house. The reason for that being the aforementioned silence around you. Honestly, you would rather be doing anything else right now, but you have wanted to make a new dice bag for awhile. Plus since there is a power outage going on right now, it seemed a good a time as any to get your knit on!
Yeah, no there is no way to make knitting exciting. You just continue to ‘click click’ your needles together in an attempt to actually get some knitting done while you can’t distract yourself with the internet or your tablet. It’s no use, though. You’ve been trying for hours with little success. Your eyes are so bleary from the strain of staring at your knitting for so long.
Which is why you don’t see the portal opening in your living room above your coffee table. Even if you did see it, you would just explain it away as a trick of the light. What you can’t miss is the black, and yellow skeleton that falls through said portal. It crashes into your coffee table at a high velocity. Snapping it in half, and scattering everything from it all over the ground.
You jump in your seat, drawing our legs up to your chest in a defensive position. Staring agape at the skeleton, you see it clutch it head before rolling over into its hands, and knees. It must hear something you can’t because it snapped to attention, leaping out of the way before two more skeletons fall through the portal as well in a tangled heap.
Moving your feet back to the floor you blink away the eye strain from the long hours of knitting, and realize you recognize these skeletons! Holy shit! What is the anti-void trio from those Undertale AU’s doing in your living room?!?! Are they perhaps hallucinations? Can you touch hallucinations? Can hallucinations break your table? You just sit there watching them as they get up off each other to start fighting! You realize they are destroying your things in their battle after half a minute of amazed staring.
“HEY! WHAT THE FRESH? ! STOP DESTROYING MY THINGS YA DIPS!” you scream out at them. They all freeze at the sound of your voice. All movement stops, and they all slowly turn their heads to look at you. You cross your arms giving them an annoyed look to cover you internal panic “Yeah that’s right. I’m here, and you’re all in my house. Would ya mind not trying to kill each other while inside? That would be great thanks.” you snap at them.
Error twitches some staring at you as if he can’t believe some lowly human was ordering him around. Which is probably exactly what he is thinking now that you stop to consider it a moment. Fresh is leaning against the wall next to your fireplace examining your living space. He doesn't do anything for awhile until he glares at you angrily for some reason. Gesturing to you in exaggerated motions.
Ink is the only one that’s nervous. You expect he knows where they all are. “Ok, are we all cool then? Good? Good? Great, ok you should probably get back where you came from before something bad happens.” you glance at the portal. It looks kind of like a white cat's eye pupil, AND IT’S SHRINKING! “OH SWAG ! THE PORTAL IS CLOSING!THAT CAN’T BE GOOD!! YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NO-”
Your sentence gets cut off when a bunch more skeletons fall through the portal as well. Landing in a larger tangled heap of bones that you can’t possibly figure out or solve. A few seconds after their arrival the portal shuts. You are left speechless with your mouth hanging open. The larger skeleton pile slowly disentangled itself. You can see them all in various stages of discombobulation. The 4 Papyrus’ and the 4 Sans’ all stand up from their piles at different times.
The first two up are Fell Papyrus and Swap Fell Sans. They look like they’re ready to kill whoever the fuck talks to them first. The next two up are Papyrus, and Swap Sans. They examine your room in wonder and jump in excitement upon seeing you. Never thought you would ever find someone who was happy to see you , but it’s just their nature you guess.
Sans, Fell Sans, Swap Papyrus, and Swapfell Papyrus all rise from the ground at around the same time. Their look careful, and clinical as they examine you, and your living room. Must have forgotten to act lazy. Or they just feel that threatened. Finally, you close your mouth and sigh at this predicament.
You set aside your knitting, and pinch the bridge of your nose before talking. “Well isn’t this just great. What am I gonna do now?! I have a bunch of skeletons in my living room that shouldn't be here! How the fresh am I gonna get you back home?” you muttered tiredly. Just then you thought of something. Smiling wide, and giddy “Oh! I know! Ink, Error, Fresh! You have anti-void travel powers. Can’t you just take them all home?” you ask.
The three skeletons share a look before Ink shrugs. He dissolved into a pile of ink on your floor. The 4 Sans’ and Papyrus’ all jump away from the puddle in shock, and horror. Ink soon reforms himself from the pile shaking his head. His skeleton like lips move as if he is speaking, but no sound comes out. You blink a few times before rubbing inside your ear with your pinkie and holding your hand up to it.
You see his mouth moving again, but still no sound. To make sure you aren't somehow deaf and didn't know you snap your fingers a few times. “Wow. Ok, that’s weird. It appears I can’t hear you. That’s too bad I was kinda looking forward to knowing what you all really sounds like. Oh well.” you sighed. They all give various confused looks. The ones from Fell type universes more angry confused. While all the rest look more shocked confused.
“Uh well, I guess Ink can’t take you home. What about Error?” you say looking at said skeleton. Swap Papyrus flares up once you say Errors name. The room fills with a cold deadly power that makes you shiver. Everyone looks at Swap Papyrus with shock, and worry in the case of Swap Sans. “Woah woah calm down ya carrot. You can’t kill him for that. That hasn’t happened here just yet, and we might need him to get you home ok?” you say trying to calm down the angry skeleton.
You freeze when he directs his cold orange gaze at you. There is so much hatred in his eye sockets. You feel your sins crawling on your back. An itch you want to scratch, but can’t in case he kills you while you look away to scratch it. You can’t look away. You can’t look away! YOU CAN’T LOOK AWAY! HE’LL KILL YOU!
He gaze breaks away from you to look down at Swap Sans. He had tugged on Swap Papyrus’ sleeve to gain his attention. At the sight of Swap Sans’, safe here with him the cold feeling in the room almost instantly vanished. Almost. When the power died down you took in some deep calming breaths to will away the panic you got from Swap Papyrus directing all that hate at you. Never have you ever seen someone look at you like that before.
You shuddered before looking at him warily with a frown. “That was the most hate filled look I have ever seen in my whole life. I suggest not doing that to someone who is just trying to help you all get back to your own universes.” turning away from his abashed look you direct your attention back at Error. “Well, Error? Can you get them home? Do your anti-void powers work?” you ask him.
Error glares at you in contempt. He really doesn’t take orders very well. Not that you can really control him anyway. He rolls his eye lights in his sockets before swiping his hand around in the air. He looks confused before he tries again. After every try, his expression grows more and more panicked. “So you can’t either huh?” you say breaking his concentration. He sweats where he stands before shaking his head. “Well, then that just leaves Fresh. Can you take all these monsters back to their own universes?” you ask.
Fresh shrugs before double finger gunning you, and exploding in a cloud of rainbow glitter, and the word fresh. When the cloud of glitter and dust clears he is standing there in a disheveled daze. His neon coat hanging off his shoulder, and his YOLO glasses slipping off his left eyes to reveal the trapped monster SOUL within. You shudder at the sight as do many of the skeleton monsters who see it.
“Well then… this sucks…. I guess… you’re all stuck here? Uuh I should probably fill you in on some info you definitely should know? Yeah, that… that sounds like a good start. Let me just uh get you all some chairs.” you say standing up from your seat. You stretch out popping you back in several places. It feels really nice after sitting down in one position for hours. You also twist around both ways popping the rest of your back before you set off to find enough chairs for everyone. Leaving some very flustered skeletons in your living room.
You find a desk chair in your computer room, 4 folding chairs in your garage, and your lost dining room chair. You live alone so you only have one. Not that you ever ate at your dining table. Adding your couch, and Laz-Boy you have 10 seats. Perhaps if two of the smaller ones squeezed into the Laz-Boy? Oh, wait! That’s right you also have an ottoman in front of the Laz-Boy that can be a makeshift chair for now. Yeah, that works. Ok
Dragging all the chairs into the living room you arrange them in a sort of semi circle all facing in one direction. “Ok ok, here we have some chairs. Uuuh Sans how about you sit there?” as you say that all 7 of the Sans’ move at once to the chair you pointed to. “No wait sorry uh I meant the original Sans,” you say sheepishly. They all look at you with confusion. Well except for the anti-void trio. They get what you’re talking about.
“Well uh, I’ll explain that later. Uh, for now, I’ll just point to you when I’m talking to you. In case you didn’t notice basically all of your share the same name.” you say that last part sarcastically. As if they didn’t realize that there are copies of them with the same name. There is some silent chuckling which you only realize happened when some of their shoulders shook in mirth. You point to original Sans. “Ok uh, so you, sit here please?” you ask him pointing to the Laz-Boy.
He just shrugs before flopping into the chair. He sinks in almost seeming to become one with that chair. You snicker when you realize how comfortable he got so quickly. Unless he’s pretending, but it’s hard not to be content in a Laz-Boy “Ok you go ahead and take the seat closest to him please.” you say pointing at original Papyrus. He very politely nods sitting on the couch in the seat closest to Sans. This keeps going until you have all the skeletons sitting in your semicircle.
It starts with UnderTale on the far right. Followed by UnderSwap right next to them, UnderFell after UnderSwap, SwapFell next, and the anti-void trio last. “Ok so are we all comfortable now? Yes? Good. Ok uh, I guess I’ll start with introductions? My name is (Y/N), welcome to my Universe.”