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The Outer Realms -- Chapter 10

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Chapter Ten:

Howdy, Neighbor!

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“I’m tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.” - Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)

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Dream Morabito stared up at the AU that he and Outerswap Muffet had to go to. He wasn't as much of a ‘Guardian of Positivity’ as the original. To say he was already at his wits end was an understatement to end all understatements. He knew, he just knew that when he got the chance to meet the shortstack that was this other Dream he was going to ask him how the actual FUCK he did this for a living. He popped his neck and adjusted his bright blue hat and then his tie.

“You sure this is the place?” he asked Muffet.

Muffet ran her fingers through her sparkling bangs and nodded, “Yep, this looks like the safest bet! It’s kind of like my AU after all, just less… interesting stuff.” she frowned at the last part. She was getting annoyed with the repetitive rocks and… more rocks… Where the hell were the stars and galaxies?

“Alright…” Morabito sighed.

Muffet held out a hand causing a spider’s web to appear made out of constellations before opening up into a portal to the AU, “Let’s go! Maybe there will be something at least relatively interesting there!”

“Maybe I can shoot someone with an arrow to see how many people freak out.” he needed something, ANYTHING to do other than talk. He was starting to get very tired of talking.

Walking into Underswap, Muffet visibly deflated looking at the town that was Snowdin. Her pout on her black lips was so plump and distinct, calling it disappointment was practically the equivalent of calling her entertainment.

“Soooo interesting….” Morabito rolled his eyelights.

“Don’t give me that.” Muffet shot. “Let’s look around.”

Morabito held his tongue, he was already reaching her breaking point, and if he did, then he’d probably… lose her shit to say the least. Not wanting another ‘explosion at the bakery’ event to happen, he simply followed Muffet around like a lost puppy. As they walked about, he thought about all the things he learned about this… other him. They were an extremely positive and helpful person, not willing to hurt anyone, apparently getting chased by… someone. And also used a bow… but also swords. He was going to have to see if he could try out using the latter. He was never perfect with his accuracy, so much so that Edelweiss made fun of him for it and constantly taunted him for ages. Maybe swords would be fun. He did somewhat envy this Dream too, being able to be so positive all the time. Not feeling hate… until getting envenomated.

He really should’ve written down some advice for the guy before leaving to take care of his job. At least he got a lot of positive desires out of it. He probably wouldn’t have to worry too much about starving for a good while if he was just a bit careful. Maybe even make a stockpile!

Eventually, the duo came across what looked to be some training.

“Awe… it reminds me of when Occult’s brother would train with the Celestial Guard!” Muffet cooed. She got out her phone and started snapping pictures so she could send them to Occult. She missed her Sans so much.

Morabito just patted her back. He couldn’t offer many words, not again after what happened the last time he tried to talk to someone mourning… It got him stabbed and envenomated.

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Indigo bent backwards, dodging a swipe from Alphys’s monstrous tail at the last second, then summoned a thin wall of bones to catapult himself into the air, out of the reach of his trainer’s electric flames.

The short skeleton focussed, laughing when Alphys lunged up after him and slashed her claws at him. He dodged and parried off of them, but then was stomped out of the air and launched into a new pile of snow and grass.

Indigo popped out of the pile, dusting specs of snow and dirt off his cape and armor, then summoned a hammer blaster, spinning it between his hands, and the blaster head attached to the handle snapped open, unleashing a blast behind him that sent him flying towards his opponent. As he closed in on Alphys, he swung his hammer above him, then down, intending to slam the lizard-dragon hybrid into the ground like she did to him a moment ago. But the Captain of the Royal Guard had other plans, and they did not involve defeat at the hands of her trainee. Alphys sent a knowing smirk Indigo’s way, bared teeth and all, and met the head of his hammer with the palm of her hand, cutting off the blast intended for her. “Not so fast, little man.”

Just like that, Indigo was tossed away again, his weapon following close behind, its shadow hovering over his form before it hit the ground, and he rolled away to avoid it.

Of course she would use her larger size and brute strength to her advantage. He had to think of another approach before she got him again. Indigo lifted his hammer from the ground and desummoned it, meeting Alphys’s eye from across the sparring field. The Captain kept that wild smile on her face and turned away from him to lift her axe, giving it a test swing.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna call it quits for today, Sans?” “Nah, Alph. I’m good to keep going!” The lizard gave him a skeptical look, and Indigo felt his marrow boil. He knew she was just looking out for him. She always did, and she was a great friend for that. But everyone looked at him that way, as if he was incapable of caring for himself!

Indigo glared at her, and got back into a fighting position.

Seeing this, Alphys shrugged, and readied her axe.

“Well… if you insist!” He didn’t bother with Alphys’s countdown from ten and charged in her direction, leaving snow flying behind him in his pursuit.

Alphys had little time to react, blocking a potential kick to the face with the flat face of her axe, and Indigo jumped away, dashing behind her and grabbing her tail, giving it a rough tug to yank her off her balance. In response, his trainer swerved around, one of her massive claws slammed into the ground where Indigo was a moment before, but the skeleton kept on his feet, planting the heel of his boot into Alphys’s snout before taking off again, re-summoning his hammer blaster and charging up some energy in the core of its partially closed mouth. Indigo kept his eye on Alphys as she jumped back from confusion, bleeding from her nostrils. But instead of infuriation, she absolutely roared in delight. “That’s it, Sans! THAT’S WHAT I WANNA SEE!” She lunged at him, her axe lifted high, and swung it down, but before it could hit its target, Indigo swung up his hammer, and the back of its head connected with the flat of the axe just right, wrenching it out of Alphys’s hand as it released a burst of energy, sending it flying out of bounds of the sparring field. The hammer’s blast cut off once the other weapon was gone, and Indigo grabbed Alphys by the soul with blue magic, slamming her chest-first into the snow-covered dirt. And just like that, Alphys’s timer went off, signaling that the training session was over. Alphys, from her current position, whooped awkwardly, her face planted in the ground, but still ridiculously enthusiastic at the progress of her student. She groaned, then rolled over, pumping a hand towards the Underground’s ceiling, then brought it back down to rub at her face. “Holy SHIT, Sans! Remind me to never piss you off, hAHAAHAHA!!!” Indigo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and flopped backwards into the snow alongside his friend. “Heh, I was that good?” “Yeah, you fucking nerd! You totally kicked my ass! I’m gonna have to think about it, give me a day or two, but I think you’re ready for more intensive battle training.” “WAIT, ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” “YEAH?” Indigo screamed in happiness, and covered his mouth with his cape halfway so the sound wouldn’t echo through the rest of the Underground. He couldn’t just lay down anymore at that point, he had to get up and run laps around Alphys, breaking into dances at random intervals as the lizard got up to finally turn off the timer and clean up her nose. “Oh shit. Sans?” “Yeeeeessss?” “Can you go get my axe? I think it flew off in…” Alphys retraced her steps, looking back to the place she got faceplanted and off to the east. She pointed in that way for Indigo’s reference. “That direction.” “Of course! I’ll be back!” “I know you will, NEEEEEEERD!” Indigo took off towards where Snowdin’s endless wilderness started.

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Morabito ducked the moment he saw the axe coming. He turned and saw the gargantuan weapon embedded into a tree only a handful of inches away from where he had jumped down from.

That was way too close. Muffet damn near fell over laughing at him.

“Is every swap like this or–”

“You're just boring~” Muffet teased.

He swore this woman was just the worst, almost as bad as DeVille. Almost. But thank the stars that they weren't near her Papyrus – Occultatum, because if she was, her effort to annoy him would only quintuple.

They had a few minutes to recover from the shock, then the tiny figure of the resident Sans from a long distance away started getting bigger. The fact he would run fast enough to give cheetahs a run for their money was not only fucking alien, but damn was it just a slightly intimidating sight after the smackdown Morabito and Muffet had just witnessed.

Muffet spotted Indigo running towards them. Well, they did come to talk and see if they were in the right place, so meeting someone here wouldn't be that bad. In fact she was more than certain this was the place. It had to be, the AUs weren't that clumped now because of Digi… or Klezmer as he preferred to be called. But he's still Digi to her. No matter how much it ticked him off.

She didn't say anything to Morabito about the resident Sans coming over. It's just more fun that way. The skeleton on his way over wasn’t dressed as the typical inner multiverse Swap!Sans. Instead of his cape being a shade of deep blue at most, it was an ultra dark blend of blue and purple, and his armor was dark gray instead of light. He also had freckles of a similar shade covering his face, same with his eyelights.

“Hiya, Muffet! Cool outfit!”

He thought she practically lived at her bakery, but it was nice to see the spider monster out and about. Maybe she was looking for more supplies for her spider donuts or something, he wasn’t going to pry. Indigo continued down the path until he came across the ax, but by the time he did that, the guardian next to it attracted his immediate and dedicated attention. “DREAM!” The soldier trainee jumped on his friend with not a moment to spare, crushing him in a suffocating hug with no escape. “OH MY GOD, BUDDY, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN, WE WERE ALL SO WORRIED–” “Ack!”

Morabito froze like a statue, he really tried to control the negative emotions that damned venom DeVille had in that stupid weapon of his… and everything of his that wasn't his stupid wine. He truly was heroically trying to hold back his annoyance of the long… LONG as hell day he had been put through acting in for his other self but he failed miserably.

“Let me go… or I will punt you across this entire forest.”

“Morabito!” Muffet growled.

Yeah, this day was going to get worse… he needed some damn coffee.

Indigo immediately released the impostor and put some distance between them, his face morphing from genuine confusion to mortification as he recognized the details he missed. This was not Dream, but in the stranger’s defense, he looked nothing like him upon more focused inspection. “Oh– Oh shit, I am so sorry! I thought you were my friend. UH–” He glanced at Muffet, then back to this new person. At least he could get a name from her. “Morabito, was it?”

Morabito nodded, glaring at Indigo before looking at Muffet, “Looks like we're in the right universe, finally.”

Muffet snickered, “The look on your face when he hugged you was priceless. I told you you looked like that little guy!”

Morabito summoned his bow and an arrow then desummoning them reminding himself that he can't keep letting the negative emotions take control of his actions. Okay, a coffee with three blonde shots it is.

Muffet looked like she was about to start giggling like a mad-woman.

Indigo scratched the back of his skull. He knew for sure Morabito was someone, but definitely not Dream, but what about Muffet? He looked over his shoulder at the woman, and noticed differences between her and the Muffet he knew the most. She was all sparkly, and… actually took care of her hair. “I’m assuming you’re not the Muffet I know either?”

She shook her head, “Nope, but I am from a place you'll love to visit~! Sorry about my little friend over there, he's a bit of a hothead. But we're here to talk to you, and anyone who happens to be really close to that little cutie, Dream.”

She really couldn't wait to fluster the hell out of that kid when she got the chance, if he was anything like Morabito, it was going to be so. Freaking. Fun!

Morabito nodded, “A… friend, found him and had to get him some medical attention. He's not doing too well.” FINALLY, he was getting some answers on Dream’s whereabouts, but why did it always have to be bad news!? Indigo facepalmed, then rubbed the bridge between his eyesockets. Undyne should have never let him go, even though that wouldn’t have stopped him from leaving whatsoever once he decided to.

Indigo lifted the axe, leaning it over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. “I have to return this first, then I can take you two somewhere to talk, okay? This timeline is well acquainted with outcodes, so you won’t attract too much attention being here.” With that, he stopped right outside the woods, readjusted his grip on the axe’s handle, and swung it with enough power for the weapon to land in the middle of Alphys’s training grounds. Then he stretched, popping the stiffness in his shoulder blades, and sent a text to Alphys. She should still be down there, but it was just in case. “Alright, let’s go. You can call me Indigo, by the way!”

Morabito was very impressed with Indigo’s strength, he nodded at the Sans’ words before saying, “Nice to meetcha.”

Muffet merely nodded.

They were actually really surprised at how well adjusted this timeline was with what Indigo called outcodes. They supposed it meant exactly what it implied: those whose universes were gone with only the survivors' existences being the last remnants of the code. They never really had a name for such a thing – they just called them survivors. Either Klezmer was very busy while they weren’t looking, or there was another glitch running around.

And there definitely was another glitch running around, Muffet could just feel it. She knew she should’ve borrowed Occult’s tarot cards to see if they’d run into any new information like this. Damn it. They simply followed Indigo to his house as they looked around to see if there was anything actually interesting. Morabito didn’t see anything, not even the moment they stepped into the house. But Muffet… Muffet found a new target.

Indigo had started ahead of them, shaking his head as the front door to his house was left wide open, and upon walking in, discovered his brother and Edge smoking pot. The smell had permeated the living room. He thought he had smelled something a couple yards away, but honestly would rather have the house on fire than this again. He didn’t even know where they got it from, but it was unacceptable, and the look on Indigo’s face said all he wanted to say, but refrained from doing so unless he wanted to strangle his brother and their roommate. “Let’s… I apologize for their behavior, I’ll take care of them, but let’s go somewhere else.”

“Oh no, this is fine!” Muffet said before Morabito could even speak in just as much outrage as Indigo was currently holding in.

She happily walked over behind the couch the boys were sitting on and just put two of her hands on their heads, aother two around their shoulders and the last two behind her back, she leaned down and whispered, “Hey boys, don’t tell me you both started to have fun without me?”

Carrot froze. Who the hell was speaking… and why like that? He turned and saw… either heaven itself or he really was just that high. Edge himself was a little more lucid, and upon turning to ask Carrot what the fuck kind of impression he was making, he came face-to-face with the spider, and jerked back, slipping off the couch ass-first in the process. “H—OOOF– WHATSTHEFUCK ISTHIS??”

Muffet pouted at Edge before looking at Carrot smirking, “Awe, boys don’t be like that~ I’m not going to eat you… well… like that anyways.”

Carrot couldn’t even speak, he wanted to check if his soul didn’t shatter due to being so high, but he could barely move. But the bright as a neon sign blush on his face finally won out and he fell over to the side. Muffet laughed, almost falling over herself.

“Oh you two are perfect material!” she said between breaths, “I have to tell Occult about you two!”

She got out her phone and started texting him.

Morabito put a hand on Indigo’s shoulder, “Yeah, I’m sorry for your loss.”

Indigo released an exasperated sigh and leaned into his touch just on principle. He appreciated the mental support. “I can’t believe he corrupted Edge, too.”

At this point, he was genuinely considering moving out and relocating to Waterfall or Hotland, somewhere closer to Alphys. Hell, he’d take Undyne over this any day too. Edge recovered from his intoxicated shock, hoping to whatever god may exist that the spider monster was just a figment of his imagination, perhaps a result of all the weed he smoked in a coping frenzy, but no. No matter how much he blinked, she was still there. But the sound of Indigo’s voice was a saving grace for… about two seconds, and processing the look on the other skeleton’s face was all he needed to know. His host was disappointed. As Indigo left to open up all the windows in the house and get some of the hall closet fans installed to push out the marjuana air, Edge submitted to the shame, leaning against the foot of the couch to thoroughly die inside.

Morabito decided to sit at the table in hopes to avoid the absolute horror that was about to take place. He resigned himself with the fact that there would be no mercy here. He was just glad he was not the one with their head in the guillotine.

Muffet on the other hand decided that she hadn’t played enough with the edgy little Sans at the foot of the couch, so she went over to him and knelt down, grabbing his head in her hands, having one of them trace the back of his neck. “Awe, you okay, sweetie? I didn’t scare you, did I?” she feigned a sweet and concerned tone just to further mess with her new favorite victim.

“Holy shit, lady,” Edge narrowed his blurred red eyelights at her, at the very side of his vision. It’s not that he hated spiders, but they are the last thing a man wants to see when he’s high off his senses and staring blankly at the wall, hoping the texture would stop moving. “Couldn’t you knock before you came in?” “You left the door WIDE OPEN, you NUMBSKULLS!” Indigo yelled from the kitchen, gathering cleaning materials in preparation to bring the Sanspocalypse on the entire living room and perhaps the insides of Carrot and Edge’s craniums while he’s at it. There was no question at all that his disappointment was morphing into a determined and unfiltered cleaning rage. Edge gulped, beginning to sweat. He looked away from Muffet, used the couch’s arm to help himself up, then his legs betrayed him. If not for the couch being covered in cloth stuffed with feathers and dog hair, he would have dusted from hitting his forehead on the very thing he counted on to get him standing again. “MMPHH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE.”

“You are my new favorite targets from now on…” Muffet grinned.

“Is… is it just me… or are there… stars… and galaxies… in her clothes…?” Carrot asked, squinting at the woman. “Wait… Muffet?... Did you roll around in glitter?”

“Wanna touch me and see if I did?” she stuck her tongue out at him.

Carrot blinked and stared at the ceiling to contemplate if he did die and go to heaven.

“Muffet… you are killing them.” Morabito hissed.

“I’m only playing with them!” she purred.

“I’m… I’m ace, I just wanted to remind myself.” Carrot blurted out, suddenly.

That broke her. She fell over laughing. Oh, she loved them. She absolutely LOVED them.

Meanwhile, Edge had pulled his hood over his face and started recounting every element in the periodic table. He got so engrossed in it, he hardly noticed Indigo slipped his arms under his and yanked him up. They were about halfway to the table when it finally registered, and when it did, Edge squirmed in Indigo’s hold, making the dragging treatment slightly more chaotic than it already was.

“HEY, WHAT THA FUCK IS THIS ABOUT? LEMME GO!” Indigo made no comment until he pinned Edge to the nearest chair until he stopped moving under the other skeleton’s judgemental stare. “I brought Morabito and Muffet here for a reason, Edge, and you are the only other source of information they asked for.” The general consensus from that second forward was for Edge to be on his best behavior, or they were gonna have another set of problems. Indigo never openly freaked out at Carrot whenever he got high unannounced and stank up the house, and Edge assumed he was getting the same treatment, but damn did he expect to receive hell once he was sober.

Carrot got up, shaking his head and then looking at Indigo, “Wait… wha?... What do you mean, Indi?”

He was genuinely confused before finally, FINALLY spotting Morabito, “Wait, why is Dream cosplaying a mobster?”

Morabito glared at Carrot for the comment, but didn’t say anything. He figured that once the two idiots were done being high enough to touch the stars, he’d finally not have to put up with the headache.

Muffet snickered at the comment, “It’s adorable, isn’t it?”

“I uh… I guess so…” Carrot said, trying to put a bit of distance between him and Muffet. He didn’t know what got into her, but… he didn’t want to find out. Where the hell did his asexuality go? Usually this sort of shit never fazed him!

“Muffet, cut it out. At this point I think his soul is going to leave his body.” Morabito said, trying his best to not growl at the woman.

Muffet nodded, “Okay, okay, I guess I’ll give them some mercy.”

Indigo sat in the chair farthest from the living room and slid a plate with bread and a glass of water to Edge in an unspoken order to consume the items. He had dealt with his brother’s mary jane usage too many times to know what could lessen the effects of it, if not by a little bit. The main thing was time, but they might not have that tonight.

Edge had to shut out the sounds of everyone else’s voices in order to focus on that command.

His host sent another damning look Carrot’s way before really settling, sitting at the table like an actual mob boss, with his elbows propped up on the surface, fingers laced together, and chin resting on top of them. “Muffet, let’s get this shit in order. I don’t know how much sanity I have left and don’t want to find out.”

“I agree.” Morabito said simply.

“Okay, I’ll stop messing with them!” Muffet frowned, she used her magic to drag Carrot over to the table and sit him down next to Morabito, who leaned away from him.

Carrot didn’t speak, knowing Indigo wouldn’t appreciate anything he said at the moment.

Muffet hummed. She was about to get started, only for a knock at the door. Indigo growled to himself, leaving the table to yank open the door, and whatever enthusiasm Undyne was prepared to walk in with immediately tucked tail and ran. “Yes, Undyne?”

Undyne lost her words for a moment, finally finding some of them she nervously spoke, “Heya kid, I saw your new friends on the cameras and I uh… was hoping if I could join you and them… I uh… I am also worried about Dream.”

Indigo’s eye twitched. “I am 31 years old and pay a mortgage. Never call me ‘kid’ again.”

“Sorry.” she said, scooting past him and walking in. She gave a nervous wave to the two visitors.

“You’re 31?” Morabito asked. “I thought you were twelve.”

“Ever heard the sound of a skull breaking glass, tough guy?”

Morabito decided to not answer the obvious threat.

Muffet was recording the entire thing, “Oh, you’re so much like the Sans I had…”

“I’m not gonna ask,” Indigo replied, taking his seat once again. Undyne followed his example. The tension in the room was indescribable, and right now, Indigo was not intent on repairing that. After this, all he wanted to do was take a long, hot shower and pass out. He didn’t care where.

Muffet took a long deep breath as she stopped recording. “Okay, to get this started, I’m sure you’re all really worried about Dream, and so are we. He is currently under the care of my Papyrus – Occultatum — along with a Toriel and Alphys from an Asylumtale. They’re doing everything in their power to keep him alive.”

“They’re using my Positivity Magic to do so. I left them with a supply of my arrows to keep him alive as long as possible to find anything that can cure the venom in his body.” Morabito explained, “In my AU, the venom myself and my version of Nightmare relates to positivity and negativity. Obviously if I’m the positive one, DeVille is the negative one.”

“That’s fucking on the nose…” Carrot mumbled. “His name is literally Devil.”

“He’s not really a… bad guy per se, we just feed off of Positive and Negative desires respectively.” Morabito stated, “I’m currently trying to do my best to do Dream’s job while he’s out of it. I’ve been hit with DeVille’s venom several times, trust me when I say it’s not fun.”

“What does it do, exactly?” Undyne asked, “I’ve been trying to analyze it, but I can’t tell what exactly it does.”

“It literally enhances all negative emotions a person has. If it were to hit someone like say, Indigo right now, he’d probably be tearing everyone here limb from limb.” Morabito stated, “But if it is someone like me or Dream, it opens the door to feeling all negative emotions in full. From disgust, to loathing.”

“And since Dream is a being of pure positivity,” Muffet sighed, “He’s pretty much dying until we can get that venom cured.” Undyne looked like she was three seconds away from chucking one of Indigo’s chairs out the nearest window and isolating herself in The Lab to hyperfocus on curing Dream without interruption. The scientist sprang from her seat when Morabito dropped the bomb, and was now clutching the chair’s spine tight enough to make indents in the furbished, carefully chiseled wood.

For once, Indigo was relieved Carrot was mentally jumping off the moon. If he were sober, he could clearly visualize him planning revenge so intensely one could read exactly what he wanted to do off the shape of whatever wrinkles skeletons were capable of forming to highlight intense stress.

Of course, most of that was pure exaggeration, but whichever poor soul was reading this got the idea.

But Edge was not the same. If anything, whenever he got high, his sensitivity level skyrocketed. The poor guy had frozen in time mid-bite out of the bread Indigo had thrown at him not several minutes earlier. Before Indigo himself could get a word in, Edge slowly pushed his plate away. “...he’s dyin’?” “They said he could be dying if he doesn’t get help, Edge,” his host solemnly replied. Indigo took his arms off the table in favor of hugging himself for comfort’s sake, staring down at the grain of the wood. “But what can we do? Whada they need from us?”

“We don’t really want anything from you, more that we were hoping you’d all be willing to go to Outerswap with us to help Dream stay calm and not break down on us while we get him settled down. If not, we can deliver a message from you all or a gift box, something to keep him stable… emotionally.” Muffet said simply.

“After all, he isn’t exactly in a familiar setting, being in the Outer Realms.” Morabito stated.

Muffet nodded. “The Outer Realms have never been visited by him or your version of Sketch, and it’s bad enough that things are very different in that area, so something familiar would be nice.”

Edge leaned forwards in his seat, holding a hand over his skull to block out how bright the dining room light was, but otherwise remained as focussed as he could manage in his current state. “Wait,... who’s Sketch?” “I have the same question.” Indigo got out of his seat and put the chair in, leaving for the kitchen. Maybe it was to clean up or something, even though Edge was certain he and Carrot did nothing to that area of the house. Their tomfoolery was limited to the living room only, last he checked.

“Idiot with a giant paint brush, can be as tone deaf as an arsonist in an antique shop, has a tendency to go around the entire multiverse just because he can, no matter what is going on. Fights glitchy assholes for a living.” Morabito stated.

There was a distant gasp, then a crash from the kitchen. Indigo rushed out, hovering in the entryway. “THAT SOUNDS LIKE INK!”

“THAT’S IT!” Undyne, shoved her chair back in place and barged out the front door. Indigo had the thought to drag her back in, but she wasn’t a threat to anyone or anything just yet, and he doubted she was a danger to herself these days either. The armored skeleton had to lean against the wall, close to tears but somehow holding himself together, “Do you know where he is? He went MIA weeks ago, I assume to find Error or something else like him.”

Edge, however, snuck a sip of his water and slipped off his hood. “You kiddin’ me, smalls? Tracking that guy is a suicide mission. Ink is a goner.” “No, Edge, you don’t understand Ink if you think he can die like the rest of us,” Indigo stressed. He slipped off his gloves and twisted them into a rope-like texture, stimming to cope with the stress of not only one of his friends being hospitalized and close to death, but the other one possibly not that far behind.

He didn’t know Error’s status. For his mental stability, Indigo had to avoid the topic of him completely and assumed Ink and Dream handled the rest. But he knew, oh did he know, just what that guy was capable of. Anything with code? Anything that existed at all, wasn’t safe from him. Ink probably couldn’t die, that much was true, but he definitely wasn’t in the clear. Carrot sat up, his eyes trained on his brother. The lanky skeleton dragged himself to the kitchen, practically hovering over Indigo. “Bro, you’re spiraling.”

“Papyrus, we have more important things to worry about than this.” “I don’t care. Go lay down.” Indigo grimaced, but retreated upstairs as advised.

“If that Ink guy is anything like Sketch, he’s probably chasing his version of Klezmer.” Morabito sighed, “Trying to kill the bastard because of petty grudges and arguing over their own fucked up versions of helping people.”

Muffet nodded, “We don’t know anything about Ink, but we’ll keep an eye out for him while we’re out trying to keep Dream’s job going strong.”

“I seriously need to ask the bastard how he keeps this up, I’m so tired…” Morabito held his head trying to keep his cool.

“Well, what’s your decision?” Muffet asked, “Any of you want to go, or would you want me to send a message?”

Edge sighed, exchanged a knowing look with Carrot, then addressed Muffet. “Yeah, we’ll haveta go with you. We gotta get smalls in order first, though.”

Carrot nodded, “Yeah, I’ll text Undyne and see if she’s up for the trip.”

“Glad to hear it,” Muffet smiled, “We’ll be here tomorrow, so be sure to be ready by the afternoon.”

“Will-do.” Carrot said simply.

With that, the duo from the outer realms left using one of Muffet’s portals.

After a moment Carrot sunk to the floor, and just tried to hold all of his chaotic thoughts in order. Whoever this DeVille is… He was fucking dead.

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