I was sitting in the void that was left of my world, Chara alongside me. He wouldn’t shut up! I felt like I was going to go crazy with him being a part of me!
Suddenly, I heard another sound other than myself. Whipping around, I saw a skeleton coming towards me. Who was this?
“Hello! I’m Ink. Who’re you?”
I didn’t trust this new being. “What are you doing here?” I snapped.
“Huh? Well, I was just looking around since I noticed there was a new AU...” Noticing my gaze, he continued, “Oh, well, it’d be really long to explain…”
This Ink person… He was odd, but funny. As I got to know him, he turned out to be an okay guy to be around. He’d come back often after leaving to check on the other “AUs.” I didn’t really care at the start, but I got used to seeing him around.
One day, or whatever you can measure blankness by, I heard someone coming into my universe, so naturally I assumed it was Ink.
“Oh, hey, what took you so long- Ink…?”
It wasn’t Ink who stood before me.
A black skeleton with blue “tears” coming from his red eye sockets and a navy blue sweater stood in front of me, and it looked as though I was in for a bad time. And of course I was right. When Ink came, it was already too late. This skeleton, who Ink addressed as “Error” had taken my soul and ditched the scene soon after.
I could never forgive Ink for that. Letting that monster take my soul.
“…And so you’ve been coming around to other universes since then?” I asked Cross.
“Yep,” he replied lazily.
Cross and I were sitting in my living room across from each other, both holding a mug of hot chocolate. As we sat there in silence for a few moments, I heard the door open.
“Oh, that must be my daughter,” I commented, getting up to greet her as she ran into the room.
“Hi mommy!” she cried as I picked her up, laughing.
“Had a good time at Lily’s place?”
“Yeah! She was so fun!” she laughed. Suddenly noticing Cross on the couch, she asked, “Who’s that?”
“Him? He’s Cross, and he’ll be staying here a while, okay?”
“Okay.” As I set her down, she exclaimed, “Your eyes are different! That’s so cool! It’s like mine!”
“Shut it, kid. We’re not alike,” Cross replied.
“Cross,” I snapped. “We do not talk like that here.”
After a brief staring contest, me glaring at him, he looked away without adding another word.
He’d better not end up swearing in front of my daughter.
5: What if…? Well, I thought Sans was gonna use his gaster blasters like, extreme and an actual special attack, not just hit Cross with his slipper.
Moar Crossmember! @underversesans