#draft sans

It was a tranquil universe, nothing but trees, grass, and flowers of every kind. A stream cut through it, glistening like fresh snow. Rather than being out in the open, the place seemed to be surrounded by sheer cliffs, surely impassable without the right skills and tools. The only major change in the cliffs was a single cave, and inside, the source of the stream. A gorgeous waterfall that sparkled like a million stars in the night sky. Echo flowers grew in an abundance her in the cave, each one waiting patiently to hear a passing conversation.

As I finished the final brush strokes of the land, I looked around and admired our work until I noticed something. While I was carried away working on the landscape, they had already started on creating the first inhabitant of the world. They appeared to by in a sitting position, relaxed and waiting to take in the sites of the land upon being brought to life. There head, was just a head at the time, no face or anything to hint at who they were, except for the bones.

As they continued working I never bothered to help, they were confident with every stroke and line they made. They appeared to be a Sans, but the cloths were rather interesting, simple, yet still interesting, and creative. They wore green boots with faded blue and yellow straps that crossed each other. They also wore a skirt that matched the color of one of the straps and the shirt matched the other. Over their shirt they were wearing sleeves that trailed behind them, kind of a marigold in color.

Eventually, they added brown finger less gloves to their hands, the right one slightly longer than the left. Then, almost as if it were a last thought, they added a gorgeous green scarf that was tied to the left. And to top it off, a star pendant were the scarf was tied. And then, they started on the face, which was a bit of a let down, for they had chosen to have the eyes clothes as if they knew I was there waiting in anticipation. To top it all off, they added green goggles to their head.

It was beautiful. I sat there, waiting, knowing that it was only a matter of time before they woke up. I suddenly realized that it would be best if I hid myself so as to not startle them once they woke up. Seeing a nearby tree I went over to it and started climbing, making sure to pull my scarf up so it didn’t dangle below the branches were it could be seen.

I began to doodle as I was waiting in the tree, occasionally looking down to check if they had woken up yet. At one point I noticed something different about them. This helped to explain why they hadn’t woken up yet, the creator of this AU wasn’t quite done. There was now a giant pencil on there back. Strange, it was the same size as my paintbrush.

Their eyes suddenly snapped open, and that's when it started.

-??? Pov

“W-what? Wh-where am, AHHHHHH!”

My mind was suddenly screaming with voices. I grabbed my head as it throbbed in pain.

“I can’t think of anything.”

“I’m no good.”

“I give up, my AU will never get noticed without a story.”

“Wait, what? What’s an AU? And don’t say that, I’m sure you all can come up with great stories.”

“Um, hi there.”

I suddenly plummet back to earth as I realize I’m not the only one here. To make things more interesting, I decided to look up very slowly so as to take it all in slowly and not rush myself.

“Hi. Now be quiet and give me a seck.”

First thing I notice is the shoes, brown sneakers with tiger print. A little higher and I notice light brown shorts on top of darker brown leggings with blue stripes. I then notice a light blue hoodie tied around their waist. They have their hands down to their side as I notice they are wearing brown finger less gloves. I also noticed what seemed to be the ends of a rather long scarf that started out a light cream color and gradually became a light brown. On top of that, I could see the bristles of what appeared to be a giant paint brush? Interesting. On his arms, I am not sure, but it resembles the leggings they're wearing.

I now venture back to the center and notice a belt going across from their right shoulder to the left of their hip. On the belt there were little vials of various colors with little hearts for the caps. They also appeared to be wearing a darker, kind of faded brown sleeveless, jacket, I suppose. I am not entirely sure what to call it. Anyway, under that they had a kind of cream colored short sleeved shirt. I know also notice they are wearing suspenders, brown in color with golden clasps.

I then finally moved on to their face. I had no words.

They looked at me with curiosity, a smirk on their face. I am now beginning to think they are male, but I would hate to make any assumptions. The main thing that stood out about their face was their eyes. The left one was a yellow star, sparkling with excitement. The other eye was a simple blue circle. One thing I found rather interesting was that on their left cheek was a splatter of, ink?

“Can I talk now?”

He asked me, I decided they were male because of their voice, but I wasn’t planning on revealing that I believed they were male until I knew for sure. I didn’t plan on being someone to assume something without solid confirmation.

“Ya, sure.”

“Hi. My name’s Ink, Ink sans.”

He then held his hand out to me. I looked at it, and then back to him. Unsure if I could fully trust him. I remained hesitant. His smile slowly shrunk as he watched me. Not wanting to assume the worst, or disappoint him, I reached out and finally took it, his smile coming back

“H-Hi Ink. I-I’m not entirely sure what m-my name is quite yet.”

“Don’t worry, I understand. You were only just created after all. It will come to you in time.”

I began to think, but that just brought the voices back.

“Gahhh, why are you all so loud.”

I rested my head on my knees and held my hands to my head, slowly rocking back and forth. The voices seemed to scream negativity as they shot down their own ideas left and right. I felt terrible with every good idea that faded. I desperately wanted to help, but there was nothing I could do.

“What do you mean? Is everything alright?”

I looked up to see Ink looking at me with a concerned look on his face. As I focused on his face the voices slowly quieted down.

“I don’t know, I’m just hearing a ton of voices in my head. They keep saying that their stories aren’t good enough and that their “AU’s” will never get noticed.”

“HOLY COW, YOU’RE HEARING THE CREATORS! I-I can’t believe this! I-I think I. O-Oh no.”

Suddenly, Ink opened his mouth as a black substance came spewing out like a high pressure hose. Rather than being grossed out, I was actually kind of amused.

‘What an interesting quirk’

“Erk. S-sorry, I tend to do that when I get to excited, hehe. Eh.”

“It’s okay, I actually find it interesting.”

I warmly smiled at him, tilting my head to the side just slightly. He perked up at this, surprised by my response.

“Really!?”

“Ya.”

Suddenly, something popped into my head, a voice. It stood out from the rest so I tried extra hard to listen. Although it gave me a headache doing so, I didn’t care. This voice called to me. It felt important and in some way, familiar.

“Draft.”

“Draft?”

I repeated the word out loud, trying to get a feel for it.

“What did you say?”

“Draft.”

“Draft. Draft? You mean like a rough draft you make to give yourself an idea of what you want a story to be but without the details, so you can add them later as they come to you?”

“Ya, I suppose so?”

I then decided to look at my own clothes, I loved them! I notice a giant pencil on my back and take it off, trying it out. At first glance you'd think it was heavy but it was actually nicely balanced, almost as if this weren’t my first time holding it.

“DRAFT!”

My eyes light up with excitement as the star on my scarf seemed to glow with my enthusiasm. Questions burst through my mind. What is my purpose? Why Draft? Why do I have a giant pencil? Why is Ink here in the first place? I didn’t care however. I would find out the answers to my questions eventually. Right now, I just wanted to live in the moment. I twirled around, my sleeves and skirt flowing around me as I did so.

“MY NAME IS DRAFT SANS! I LOVE IT!”

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Draft by me Ink by @comyet​