“A thread was cut and her fate was sealed, remembered forever as a sigil of protection and hope
But my child! Don’t let that saga be in vain. Save them and yourself. I miss you…”
Awakening with my hands rattling, I look up at the clock to see the hands strike 3:00 AM.
I wipe the sweat off my forehead and fill into my slippers, I go check up on my brother.
Sound asleep, snoring, arms waving in the air as if he was driving his bed’s inspiration.
A precious outgoing companion to my depressed, nihilistic self. The only thing I have left in this world that keeps me going.
But lately, I’ve had these dreams, these visions of death and carnage by the hands of a human, it’s so realistic, so surreal. It sends shivers down my stout spine, raises my nonexistent hair even.
And in these dreams, I see him… The man who speaks with hands, he call me his son and shows me the fate of all of the underground. All of the world even.
But dreams are just dreams, and I do not care enough to bother interpreting them, yet alone remembering.. I lay back down and drift back off into sleep, a common occurrence regardless of what time it is.
I begin to dream yet again…
“Soon…
From The Heavens…
The Fallen Angel…
Save them…”
I awake to the sound of Papyrus yelling his head off at me to wake up and walk him to Undyne’s house, I had another dream, but I do not remember it at all. I don’t even remember my first dream to be honest. Getting dressed, I put on my coat as Papyrus eagerly awaits at the door, rattling in anticipation for his training with Undyne.
We exit out of the door into the pure snow, walking to Waterfall where Undyne resigns. Papyrus and I begin to debate about what puzzle is harder. Junior Jumble or The Crossword.
“ Sans, how many times do I have to tell you, you Boondoggler, Junior Jumble is far superior to The Crossword. “ Says Papyrus in his usual charismatic tone.
“ Papyrus dude, really? Those puzzles are for baby bo- “ I get cut off by the sound of a distant splash in the water. Curious, I continued to walk with Papyrus to his destination, eager to explore the phenomena.
Strange… I actually felt eager about something for once instead of uninterested or bored.
We arrived at Undyne’s house, before we even knocked on her strange door, she opened the door with a vicious force, headlocked my brother, and began to give his cranium a noogie.
“ Papyrus you punk, how are you doing?” Growled the valiant warrior as she playfully tormented my brother.
Distressful was the “ Nyeh-heh-heh’s “ that spouted from his mouth. I gave Undyne a wink, and with her good eye, she winked back. This was our way of passing on the precious Papyrus, from brother to teacher.
I ran to where I detected the splash, Echo Flowers filled the chambers of the corridors with memories of the past preserved until new ones could be obtained. I was not interested in this in the slightest.
I ignored the correct way to reach the other side of the pond, the lilypad puzzle would be too much of a time sink for this occasion, I swam against the current until I reached land where a lone bench solemnly kept watch over the sights.
One sight in particular.
The sight of a fallen creature.
Puzzled, and not in the sense that Papyrus would like, I dive back into the water. It was quite difficult to maintain this much physical activity after seemingly eons of boondoggling, but eventually I managed to reach the fallen creature.
It was a creature alright, but one that was quite the common occurrence on the surface. But here. this phenomena was something to take great caution to.
What had fallen from the granite sky was a human, broken, beaten and scarred to the point of being at death’s door. I’m not sure why, but I knew this human could have been a great friend. Like I had shook their hands in a realm of fiction or something along the lines of that. But now was no time to ponder our could be friendship, I could tell their time was running out, and that they were a key to something. To what exactly I was not sure, but I had a beast nipping on my back that this could make or break everything. Life, death, the peace, the flowers the trees, everything under the sun moon and stars, including the underground itself. I pulled them out from the water and rest them upon the bench. I say gently, not caring rather they heard it or not:
“ This way kid, I know a shortcut “
And with their barely breathing self in my stubby arms; I carried them into the purple haze which had only been host to my entrance since before I could remember. My breath held, not out of survival but of hope. That in the end, everything was going to be okay.
“ My dear Sans, if only you knew how proud I am of you at this very moment. You do not remember why you became how you are, but you are finally making an effort to overcome your depression. Unbeknownst to you, but it is a cause so noble that generations after you will recall the events that are about to take place, in this timeline at least. It warms my heart knowing that the promise I made to her shall not be feigned. I am proud of you….
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