The pain is what wakes me up.
I didn’t quite ache as if I had just run a marathon with no preparation and then lifted 500 pounds for 30 minutes straight.
But it still hurts.
‘What the actual fuck. What the hell did I do yesterday?’
Thinking back on it, I didn’t do anything abnormal for a Saturday. Mostly just lazing around and reading fanfiction, before going to bed- wait.
‘There was a bang, then… then it was dark. Darker. Yet darker. A voice- no, two voices- and… the VOID?’
“Ugh…” I groan, opening my eyes carefully, expecting it to be bright.
It was pitch black- It was blinding.
I quickly close my eyes again, attempting to escape the light, a displeased sound escaping me.
“I think he’s waking up!”
“Finally! It’s been forever!”
“OH CALM DOWN, INK. IT’S ONLY BEEN FIVE MINUTES.”
“you might want to quiet down, bro.”
“Oh Whoops! Sorry Papy!”
I whine at the loud noise, and attempt to roll over to escape it.
Only to end up face to face with the floor.
I sigh, before uttering a single, muffled, word. “Fuck.”
“... Pfff- hahahaha-!”
Chuckles and giggles fill the room, with a few ‘nyehs’ and ‘mwehs’ thrown in there.
As I lay on the floor, it truly sinks in that the VOID wasn’t a dream, and that I had died. Fuck.
‘My cat better be okay or I swear to god I will bitch slap whoever sent me here.’
And as if the higher deities heard my thoughts, I felt a soft boop on the top of my head. Lifting my head off of the floor, I come nose to nose with a cat. A skeleton cat. Quickly glancing over it, I see that it had a light pink ecto-body with splotches of purple. It didn’t seem to have any ecto-fur, but it had ears. Looking at its eyes, I see that it had green eyelights with black in the middle, acting as pupils. Come to think of it… this cat looks like…
At this point, everyone else seemed to have calmed down from their laughing fit. They all jumped, looking at me. I didn’t give a fuck. My cat was here with me, purring as I rubbed my cheekbone on the top of her head. It was a good thing she had an ecto-body, or I don’t know if I would’ve been able to tell that it was her.
“OH GOOD, I ASSUME THAT THAT IS YOUR CAT, THEN? WE WEREN’T SURE.”
I quickly turn to the speaker, Winky climbing onto my shoulder, wrapping her tail around my neck. It… was Papyrus. The original. Alright. This is fine. Yup.
Fuck I can already feel a blush.
“Y-yup! She’s mine!”
‘Shoot, should I act like I don’t know them or-‘
“Hey I’m Ink! You’re Harmony, right? Are you a Sans or a Papyrus, cause I can’t really tell? Can I ask what a Creator is? Cause I’m the god of creation but that seems like it’s different-“
“Ink! Calm down! You’re freaking him out!”
Both skeletons turn to me. I currently have a blank look on my face, Winky’s tail curling over my cheek in agitation.
“You CHECKed me didn’t you.”
It wasn’t a question but a statement. Ink nods unapologetically, but the other one (who I’m pretty sure is Dream) quickly averts his gaze, rubbing the back of his head.
“Yeah, sorry… I’m Dream by the way” - called it- “are you okay? I know this is a lot to take in.”
I soften at that last statement, running a soothing hand over Winky, and nod slightly.
“I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me. Although I wouldn’t mind an explanation of what the hell is happening.”
At this, another skeleton comes into my line of sight. “SORRY ABOUT THAT! WE’RE IN CLASSIC’S HOUSE RIGHT NOW! IT SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING WENT WRONG WITH HIS MACHINE, AND IT IS SOMEHOW KEEPING US ALL IN THIS UNIVERSE. NONE OF US CAN MAKE PORTALS FOR SOME REASON. WAIT, DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE MULTIVERSE?”
“Yeah, I do, thanks Blueberry.”
I observe his reaction to being called Blueberry, and if I hadn’t been watching very closely, I wouldn’t have noticed his slight grimace at the name. I have a feeling I know what kind of multiverse I’m in now…
“THAT IS GOOD, AND I PRESUME YOU’VE HEARD OF MY MAGNIFICENCE THEN! KNOWING MY NAME ALREADY!”
That… was…- fuck. How do I explain already knowing his name? Should I just come out and say I already know all of their names? Pretend I guessed? Fuck it, I’ll just be as truthful as I can without outright saying that they’re from a video game.
“You… could say that. Where I’m from, lots of people look up to you. A lot of us inspire to be as kind and optimistic as you are.”
At this, Blue’s smile becomes a bit more genuine, before almost completely dropping at Ink’s next words.
“Yup that’s our innocent Blueberry! Gotta love him!”
Yup, I’m almost sure what multiverse I’m in right now. Time to make them question everything they’ve thought until now.