#Spilled Dreams Undertale AU

[sunnydaysuns]

Gonna share my AU Spilled Dreams!

Name: Sky

Birthday: October 24th

Age: ???

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 4’2 ( 4’1 1/2 )

Status: Lone Star

Former Team: Star Sanses

what if Blue managed to outlive Ink and Dream. Error destroys Ink. Nightmare gets Dream but Blue was there both times and manages to take their essence and soul. Blue now has clothes matching both Dream and Ink. Has their powers and abilities and is the new protector of AU's and Positivity. This makes him Immortal and a double guardian. However he's more serious like Dream but just as playful as Ink at times. his clothes match. he's got a few of Ink's marking now. His eye-lights. one is a gold/blue and the other can change shapes like Ink along with colors. He also has Broomie ( it's pretty beat up) and Dream crown hangs at his side. He does want some sort of revenge on Error and Nightmare but he also just really misses his friends. He builds them graves inside the doodlesphere and he always leaves flowers. He's just as creative and artistic as Ink and as sharp and gentle as Dream. Blue's scarf is a tattered cape now and doesn't wear boots anymore. like Ink, he's barefoot. his gloves are fingerless but his right one has a gold cover over his pinkie and a strip up the glove. it's fitted to his arm. he also wears Ink’s scarf around his hip and Dream sun cape symbols is sewn into his scarf ( he got it off Dream) and wears the footless leggings like Ink. his top is still work by his chest armor. he's got a crack running down his eye that's blue/gold and it splinters off downwards. he incorporates dance as a form of art as memory to Ink and Dream in his battles. he has dreams / day dreams of their memories too and sometimes they actually speak to him on rare occasions. he carrie's Ink's Essence and Dream's soul (what's left of it ) and has it fused with his soul.

he also has to take vials sometimes cause the essence of ink still requires that for feelings. cause if he doesn't that eyelight is white and he loses half his feeling.

Blue's Doodlesphere is Ink's old one. of course it has his touch to it and their graves by a tree he planted in there. guess how long he's been without them…almost 250 years

he also still celebrates their birthdays.

Ink Sans Birthday: April 15th

Dream Sans Birthday: December 21st

Ink’s Death: May 9th

Dream’s Death: January 27th

Enemies: Error Sans, Nightmare + ( Bad Sanses 50/50 )

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I have once seen someone ship Color and Nightmare and called the ship "oil spill"

Yes, I’ve seen this ship around too; there was a period where it gained more attention on TikTok. I think it’s a very silly ship but im not really suprised that people ship them—because that’s just how fandom seems to work.

I don’t really think anyone actually cares about or ships them seriously, it’s just the inversion of a “love triangle” (it’s not a love triangle but anyway) or a quick way to solve that—the whole idea that those involved in three person conflicts centered around one person should become polyamorous or that the two fighting should just get together instead. But maybe im wrong and someone actually does.

[buubonita]

Pets for a Pet

Next I'd like to talk about Killer, Dust, and Horror together and how Nightmare can use the bond of the three to keep them close and obedient under his shoe. As Horror and Murder are the only ones Nightmare is willing to share his pet (Killer) with and he doesn't need anyone else (say Dream, Color, or whoever you want). Horror and Dust are recruited as if they were pets for his pet :]

[jackyandjackster]

-BeWITCHed-

Undertale Au Ideas full of witches!

Feel free to use them or whatever!

(Yes they're incomplete strories i couldn't finish)

"Sold my soul for a friend!"

Story follows Ink as a witch who's been lonely for thousands of years, the world had been revolving through war and peace. Many people he used to love had died due to war, sickness, sadness or old age. Because of this he decided to seclude himself from any mortal, only a few select witches like himself can visit him. Years passed, he grew bored and lonely, other witches don't really visit since they have their own lives. Ink as the ever so bored and sad witch decided to get an old book she found before secluding himself and sold his soul to the devil for a companion! An immortal, never dying companion non other than Error the cat! This particular cat can talk, do magic, help Ink and other cool stuff! With no more sadness and grief bothering Ink's mind and a brand new companion at that, he became carefree and re explore the world once again!

Bonus info:

-Ink is short that many misunderstood him as a kid.

-Error loves spooking children and adults. He can become a literal shadow and most of the time possesses Ink's shadow so Ink can move for him.

"Headless witch"

Error was born in a family of witches. he was an immortal who lived in a small cottage in the middle of the forest, although small for outside it was a castle inside! Of course he can shift inside of the house to look like a regular cottage for lost strangers, he still prefers large space because of how messy he is and he tends to keep random trinkets he finds when visiting a human village.

He made friends and great memories but like all mortals do they die and wither away, he wasn't depicted nicely either on books or folklore and was often being 'hunt' down and getting burned in a stake. Grief, sadness and betrayal fill his soul, he created a 'memorial' for those he once loved, it grew over the years and it hurts to see but he can't help but visit every day and cry.

He became cold and stoic to mortals, he doesn't wanna get close to any mortals anymore. He doesn't wanna experience the sadness and betrayal all over again. But he couldn't help it, a lost mortal soon found their way to his cottage, he was so kind and friendly, Swap was him name, they became best friends over the years but due to old age Swap died, and the memorial had another addition. He was so heartbroken and sade that he couldn't stop crying! Strings of tears continued to flow over the years and having enough of it Error cut half of his skull of but those damned eyes won't stop crying either way!

He made a special room for the half skull in witch automatically makes the strings into a ball, something like a yarn winder. But soon the room was flooded with plenty of string balls and he grew very annoyed and decided to throw his half skull on the far away lands in which the witch of darkness reside, Nightmare. The witch was very annoyed of Error, as strings flooded the pit of darkness, the problem was sold when Error brought back his skull back and re used the winder. The witch of darkness grew curious of him over time and follows him and soon became friends with him.....(idk what goes next)

(Inspired by a donghua called "brainless witch)

"Get my annoying brother away from me!"

Witch of dreams, Dream lives with non other than the king of darkness and vampires, Nightmare his older brother. On the outside they have a stone cold and rough relationship. Nightmare a stoic, stone cold and terrifying king and Dream the cold and science/alchemist maniac who loves to experiment on mortals.

Although in reality, Nightmare is a drunk lord who gets clingy to Dream for no reason, and Dream loves experimenting woth alchemy to discover hidden and unknown things! For knowledge of course, Nightmare is annoying to say the least always drunk in his brother's lab, one of the reason why rumors started that Dream was experimenting on Nightmare everytime he catches him. Nightmare is also very very lucky for some reason, people often misunderstood him to the point he somehow became a king! Darkness overlord?! More like Drunkness Overlord!

Stealing alcohol on chapels because apparently it has 'divine' taste. Dream doesn't know if that's a god-damned pun or he's just fucking with him or he's serious. (┐⁠(⁠‘⁠～⁠`⁠;⁠)⁠┌)

(anyone can use as long as they ask for perm. Idc if I'm credited or not)

[cazrymist]

[seepylilthing]

Opal when he learns that sky is swap sans

@sunnydaysuns

[glamoureddreamer]

Birthday

Undertale Nightmare and Dream

Warnings: None (please let me know if this is wrong)

Considering a part 2 but I’m unsure I hope you enjoy :) have a great day

"Happy birthday Nightmare, I love you." Nightmare smiles pulling his brother closer.

"I love you too Dream, Happy birthday."

Dream watches the stars above them, twinkling far away. Providing a small amount of light. The apple tree covers his view of some of the stars but he didn’t complain.

"You won't leave me right?" Dream asked without warning. He didn't want to tell his brother but he felt as if something bad was going to happen soon. This was their calm before the storm, but he couldn’t explain it.

"Stars Dream, why would you ever think of such a thing.. of course I won't."

"Can you promise me?" Dream asks tears filling his sockets that go unnoticed by Nightmare.

~~~

"I promise Dream." Nightmare says looking at the tree stump in his abandoned au.

Today was their birthday and they were spending it away from each other again. Nightmare was sure Dream could feel it, the ache of being away from each other. They were always supposed to stay to guard the tree never being that far apart from each other.

Nightmare felt guilt, which is why he returned for today at least.

Coming to his old AU always brought up other feelings as well, like anger towards their mother, towards the villagers, and towards himself.

He never admitted it to anyone not even his team but he didn’t want to fight his brother anymore, he wanted to wrap his arms around him and apologize for everything he’s done. But admittedly he was afraid of what would happen if he did, would Dream even want to stop fighting? Does Dream hate him like he hates himself?

He brushes his hand against the stump but something startles him, he quickly takes his hand off the tree and turns around quickly. He was shocked to see who stood before him, his defense went down.

“Hello, Brother.” Dream stood a few feet away from him, his positivity wasn’t as strong and he seemed almost sad.

“Hi, Nightmare.” It was quiet between the two and somewhat awkward, it made Nightmare feel even worse. It was all his fault.

“I’ll leave.” Nightmare said after a moment, he turned around and made a portal.

He was about to go through when there was a hand on his shoulder, knowing whose it was he almost cried.

“Wait Nightmare..” Hesitantly he closes the portal and turns towards Dream.

“Yes?” He was always good at hiding his emotions, even as a child.

“Why…” He starts, seemingly testing out the water.

“Why are you here?”

“I always come here.” He quietly admits.

“You do?” Dream asks in a hopeful manner.

“Yes, only on special occasions.”

“Well… you don’t have to leave. If you want I can go.” Dream suggests. Nightmare thinks for a moment, debating his options.

“You can stay. I am going to stay too.” He says before sitting down against the stump much like how they used to.

Dream stood standing for a second before sitting down right next to him. After a few moments of silence, Nightmare heard a sniffle. Dream wasn’t like him, he didn’t know how to hide his emotions.

“Are you alright?” He asks without turning towards him.

“Sorry.” He whimpered.

“Don’t apologize.”

“I just..thought you..hated me, hated mom, our childhood.” Nightmare felt his words pierce his soul and the tears he’d been holding onto spilled.

“..I could never hate you.” He says quietly his voice too was broken.

Dream shifts and Nightmare turns to see only to find Dream sitting on his knees facing him. Dream had golden tears running down his face, despite the corruption Nightmare’s tears were purple.

“why? Why try to hurt me? Kill positivity?” Dream asks his voice breaking more each second. Nightmare swallows the lump in his throat and looks away from Dream.

“The world must be balanced. An equal amount of positivity and negativity, I have to bring about negativity. However, it is never us that attacks first.”

“Ink..” Dream quietly mumbles, and Nightmare nods with a hum.

“So you’ve..been doing your job and we’ve been.. oh, stars.. I’m so sorry..” Dream covers his mouth and his chest shakes as he starts to cry.

Nightmare hesitated but before his body told him he shouldn’t he went for it. Nightmare pulls Dream into a hug.

“Do not be sorry. It is my fault. All of this..is my fault.” Dream wraps his arms around his brother not caring about covering up his sobs anymore.

They both hold each other and cry, finally freeing 500 years worth of pain.

They had a lot of work to do.

[ask-utmv-shipkids]

Not necessarily about the kids, but how do the parents balance out all their families? We have Errink and Drink for example, how does Ink manage them?

Each character has their own way of raising and "raising" their children.

In summary. They manage to take care of them without much complication, others help each other, and others prefer to evade responsibility and leave them forgotten.

Ink takes care of Paper Jam, Gradient, Spilled and Ekon. He also often visits Palette, Blueprint, and Bluescreen.

Dream takes care of Palette, Shine and Shade. Along with Cross takes care of Lux, Starcross and Hope.

Cross usually takes care of the three of them, but apart from that, he can pay the attention that Ink doesn't give to Moku. Together with Epic takes care of Starke.

Swap will take care of Blueprint, Splatter, and Sprinkle alongside Papyrus and Asgore. He will occasionally go to Outertale to say hello to Starway.

Outer takes care of Starway most of the time. And he takes care of Deneb together with Science Sans.

Reaper and Geno take care of Goth, Raven, Sorell, Silver, and Shino without a problem. Cassis often spends time with the five of them as well.

Fell and Classic Sans take turns taking care of Plum and Dedge, despite the latter being Dust's son.

Dust takes care of Kenza. From time to time he takes turns with Swap to take care of Sprinkle. And Horror helps him with Okse and Glasses.

Finally, Killer is in charge of raising Crescent, Angst and Merciless. Nightmare only trains them to serve as his weapons. Horror and Dust are their "uncles" and are also in charge of them when the other two are not around.

Nightmare, Error and Fresh don't care about children. Nightmare just takes advantage of them. Error tolerates them, but he would rather destroy them than take care of them. Fresh is a liar parasite.

As for Lust... We are not talking about Lust. Please keep the children away from him, as far away as possible...

Radier, Tenpatch raised themselves alones. They spent their childhood together with Nightmare until they were old enough to take care of themselves. They sometimes visit Error.

Those are the entire list for now. It is probable that in the future I will make comics about the childhood of each child, for now there are advances on my AO3 account. I'm still thinking about adding Rurik, but I don't have enough information about him. Only he was raised in Underfell by Fell Ink.

None of the children and parents belong to me, they all belong to their respective authors.

These are all my own headcanon trying to assimilate to the real canon. If there is something wrong or that any author would like to mention, feel free to correct.

Autors:

- Aftertale, Error and Fresh: @loverofpiggies

- Reapertale: @renrink

- _____tale(Ink Sans): @comyet

- Underswap: P0pc0rnPr1nce and the AU Community

- Dreamtale: @jokublog

- Undertale: Toby Fox

- Dusttale: @ask-dusttale

- Xtale: @jakei95

- Something New(Killer Sans): @rahafwabas

- Horrortale: @sour-apple-studios

- Underlust: @nsfwshamecave-pb

- Underfell: Fella

- Epictale: @yugogeer012

Other authors that are involved through Combos: @nekophy, @echoiarts, @pepper-mint, @askcomboclub, @7goodangel, @lasserbatsu, @shigxx, @kakimochi0820, @6chimeraqueen9, @lunnar-chan, @naomiisenju, @Moomy's Noodraw, @nimaruu.

I don't know if i'm missing anyone, pls tell me in comments in that case.

Sorry everyone for the tags, just tell me if you don't want to be tagged or don't want to be involved, I'll respect that.

BONUS

joking aside

[neptune-139]

📖

UnderConscious!

In a timeline of Undertale, one of Ink's vials spills into Papyrus's spaghetti on accident. When he eats it, he gains the ability to travel the multiverse while asleep, through lucid dreams.

(More under cut)

Lucid (his multiversal nickname) is anonymous and simply referred to by his nickname, or 'just some Papyrus AU'. One time, he finds his own brother and interracts with him, Classic having no idea that he's talking to his bro. When Papyrus wakes up, Sans has a lot of explaining to do.

Meanwhile, Ink noticed how different the timeline is from the others. It's beginning to overload the AU, so he splits it from Undertale to make an AU/AT. But something goes wrong. Sans, and everyone else, is gone. Papyrus Lucid is left alone... with the sole exceptions of Frisk and Chara. Chara links onto him, and they go into the multiverse, but.. they don't wake up this time. They're trapped in a world full of weird skeletons, many of whom look like his brother for some reason, some shortstack who keeps trying to find them in this mess who Chara notes doesn't have a soul, and a weird corruption taking over from two twins locked in an eternal war of the emotional scale.

But when he's caught in between the fight, the realisation comes to him of why he hasn't come back yet. He's still asleep, but he can't wake up.

He's dead, and the murderer is the one person who's still in the AU. Frisk.

[3bansi]

Ok. I had this Undertale Au idea which will also make this comic hella awesome, its a Multiverse au where its based of these Pixelated fighting games. In this comic will be included „cutscenes, scene where they discuss who is playing along in that fight, a good Plot, Angst and Trauma, and character development and new Designs“

The Orgin:

The main villian called the player wanted to have a little bit of fun and created an Explosion in every world giving the sky a red aura, a portal opend up and sucked every au into the pixelated world. The first character that you play as is Classic Sans that is confused at first but later figures out that its a Game that he has to beat but is aware that „alone he will never achive that win“ so he has to go and find somebody that would tag along. This is where he meets Fell, Swap, Butterfly, Grief Nightmare, Restless, Phsycé, corrupted dream and many more au‘s. In the adventure the player watches them from a far distance and even manipulates their path or tries to break up their friendship by spilling all their fears and trauma into the game, making it impossible for them to win. And now they try to find a way to win this Game without the Player ruining everything.

[paintedkinzy-88]

Ink gonna get so scolded by dad error for upsetting the baby dream noodle

In the pic of him cuddling Dream, he’s probably frantically whispering “shhh it’s okay I’m sorry it was a joke Dream, don’t worry! Please don’t tell Error—“

[sunnydaysuns]

About Roleplaying Spilled Dreams.

As of now i am uncomfortable with anyone roleplaying Sky ( Underswap Sans of Spilled Dreams ) with the exception of me. I want to get him more story and growth before i let anyone RP besides myself. I am okay with Art, Comics, Shipping and stuff.

There’s no RP account yet but i’m working on making an official one for him where it’s both RP and the main account for the AU on Twitter. I’ll link it when it’s done!

If you have any questions please don’t be afraid to ask! my Ask Box is open!

[strawberryspotsstuff]

I NOTICED YOURE ALSO INTO UNDERTALE AND THE AUS SO IF YOU KNOW DREAMTALE CAN YOU PLSPLSPLS WRITE A NIGHTMARE ANGST DHDHFJCNF I CANNOT GET ENOUGH I CAN ONLY EVER FIND DREAM ANGST BUT I NEED MY NM BOI 😡😡😡

THANK YOU, ILY/P

-eyes anon

OHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOOH

OF COURSE I K N O W DREAM TALE!!!!!!! SDJLKJAKSDJLDKSAJLKASJLSADJ

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Nightmare Angst

Nightmare would sit alone, under a tree. Just to

Imagine.

Imagine a world before.

Before the stomach churning pain he always felt, when he stared at the apple. The sorrowful feeling when he had to look Dream in the eyes before trying to push him to the ground and crush his soul. It didn't look like it, but sometimes, sometimes Nightmare hated it.

He wasn't always the "bad guy"

He was once a loving brother, a good friend to all monsters. He was normal, and not clouded by greed and anger. Once, in a life time he didn't feel the need eat the apple.

When Nightmare sat under his tree, he didn't notice it but every time he remembered his past, tears would always spill from his eyes, damping the ground below him.

Nightmare wasn't a skeleton to cry, ever. But that was a lie. Nightmare would cry, always cry at the mere thought of his old self.

Curling into a ball, he tucked his head under his tentacles like cat and gripped tightly on the grass.

What happened to him?

[mouse-on-venus]

More undertale au

[ID: an illustration of Dream on a pale purple and yellow background. He has fluffy blonde hair and he wears a green jacket with yellow stripes and brown accents, and white overalls with one of the straps loose. His mask is almost blank with nothing but a simple smile, a crack down one of the eyes almost like a tear, and it is stained yellow in places. The same yellow can be seen on his overalls and the bandages that are wrapped underneath his jacket, and yellow petals spill from his sleeves, bandages, and overalls. He looks to the viewer, holding his hand up as if in a wave. The drawing is coated in a warm yellow light. End ID.]

[spam-1997]

Anonymous sent: ‘ Have you heard of the salt route au and if so, what's your thoughts on it? ‘

⇨    (( I have heard of it ! Hard not to, it suddenly started showing up all over his tag. It’s so funny how quickly an idea can spread, but undertale is known for it’s AUs ! Though, I have to admit, this AU might be one of the strangest haha

Likely because I hear it comes from literally someone’s dream. It sounds surreal and mysterious and a little bit funny? But then unsettling like a creepypasta in some ways. I only heard a summary of it, but you... pick up his spilled salt grain by grain-- idk if there’s a reason he has salt or if it matters-- and pixel by single pixel and then he asks you to help find his keys- whatever the keys may be for.... And the genocide route goes off the rails like the ending of a DHMIS episode-- guest starring spamton with a giant murderous heart monster in his chest. Then in the end he asks if you’re proud of him, like he wants your approval about this situation ? And then he walks away.

is that... right ? i acknowledge i might be missing plot detail lmao

it’s interesting. The vibe is fascinating.  ))

[shatterflowerdemon]

I found

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Reader & UT Sans & UT Paps & Error & Ink & Gaster

Notes:

This came to me as I was cleaning. Please note that I am not very familiar with Error and Ink. I just see pretty designs and write. I haven't abandoned my other reader inserts, but the big wheel in my brain has been landing on 'oneshot' for days. I also post on mobile so I can't chop this.

"Oh fuck. Am I dead? I knew I shouldn't have had that pasta!" Everything that surrounds you is white. "Holy shit? Did I make it to heaven? Unexpected."

"Ahem."

You scream and jerk, managing to scuttle back where you rest on the...floor? It's hard to tell in all this one shade of white. Then you look up. "Oh my fucking god, I am in heaven!" you yell before slapping yourself on the mouth. A skeleton that looks a lot like Ink- from that one AU on Tumblr- looks at you like you've grown a second head.

"Right, okay, back you go," he says, bringing his paintbrush down as if to strike you.

"What the fuck?" you roll out of the way. "Uh, watch where you point that thing!" He sighs and twirls it in this direction.

"Don't make this difficult."

You decide that you would prefer to, not liking the idea of the easy route. Hitting your elbow on the floor hurt. Isn't heaven supposed to be fun and painless? You can feel your heart thumping from adrenaline, too. Regardless of whether or not you're having a fever dream, you are very alive.

Ink attempts to slather or catch you in what looks like his namesake. You scramble and dodge, but the routine is tiring you out quickly. Then, right as you're cornered (in an invisible corner, of fucking course,) a hole opens.

"Dude, you left your- Uh." Error looks between you and Ink, clearly not understanding. "Scarf..."

Ink swings his paintbrush (Broom? Roomie? You forgot) down to rest at his side. "Oh, thanks! I didn't even notice. Just lay it somewhere. Gotta fix this first." You avoid another splatter, feeling like you're on the other end of mickey in that one Wii game with the paintbrush.

"Why's it so empty?" Error asks, glancing around.

"Just did a mass wipe. Decided a fresh canvas was in order."

"Oh. Okay."

You groan, dodging another splatter. "Why the fuck am I even in the doodle sphere?!"

Ink frowns. Error whistles, low and long. "Wow, you accidentally drug a creator here?"

"Shut up." Ink shoots again but misses widely.

Error snickers. "Let me handle this, squid." You watch his hands raise and remember what Error does for a living.

"Fuck no!" You scream, flailing and losing your balance. One minute, you're standing in a white room, and the next, you're nowhere.

It feels like you're falling for eternity. Darkness swims in your vision, making your brain try to fill in the gaps by tricking you with false images. If you scream, you sure can't hear it. Numbness creeps in.

A white oval emerges. Then it stays. Its not a false image? A form takes shape as if your eyes had to adjust. Half circle eyes, two cracks, and a thin smile. The body of spilled ink.

"Gaster." He makes a series of strange noises. Wingdings? "I'm sorry, I can't understand. I- I'm in the void, aren't I?" He nods, and two ghostly hands form before your very eyes. He holds them out to you. "Do you know the way out of here?" Another nod. You take his hands. His figure appears as if it's dissolving, then when you look down, you look the same, like a ghost. The hot iron of fear strikes you. "Wai-"

Your sound is cut out. Once again, for the umpteenth time today, your mind blanks out. An uncomfortable trend.

The first thing you register is cold. It's on your back, arms, head, everywhere. The next is something wet. You groan and shift. Why can't you be left to sleep in peace? WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE. You sit up quickly, disturbing the snow that had been blanketing you before. Something white and fluffy yelps. Your vision clears. Oh! It's a dog.

"Hey there, little guy. Thanks for the wake-up call." The dog barks cutely. You pet it, encouraged by the furious wagging of its tail.

A figure emerges in the distance, but it's hard to see through the snowfall. Whoever they are, they must be tall. Maybe someone on a rescue team? That'd explain the dog. You must have been drugged or passed out somewhere. It couldn't have been a long time since you're still alive in this weather. All your limbs have circulation, and you can't smell rotting flesh.

"DOG! UGH, I KNEW THE RED LEASH WAS SUPERIOR!" An odd sentence for someone on a rescue team, but you let it slide. Any help is better than no help. "OH. A HUMAN." Well, what else would you be? A bear?

"Hello? Do you know where this is? I think I hit my head or something." That would explain the hallucination.

"OH NO! A HURT HUMAN!"

It's like your heart stops and speeds up all at once. Papyrus is tall and a little foreboding at this angle. His scarf flaps in the wind that is currently picking up. He makes quick work of helping you up. The dog stays close by, tail wagging furiously.

"THIS IS NO SORT OF WEATHER FOR A HURT HUMAN! I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AND FEED YOU. MY SPAGHETTI IS WORLD-CLASS."

There's no other option than to agree. If this is a hallucination, you won't fight it. Maybe you're lucid dreaming? Intense focus does nothing to change your situation. Not a lucid dream, then. Papyrus carries you and the dog through the storm, who happily snuggles close to you. At least Papyrus blocks the wind blowing towards the two of you. He chatters the entire way to his house. Instead of the familiar house you were expecting, he brings you to a different one. It's a large log cabin with no porch. It looks like they bought more string lights.

"REST HERE, AND I'LL MAKE YOU SOME WARM FOOD." Papyrus sets you down on a kitchen chair, swiping a quilt and tossing it over you. The dog (presumably annoying dog) settles on your lap as if he owns it. You say nothing. Papyrus returns with a plate of steaming spaghetti and water. "I MUST APOLOGIZE. THE FOOD IS REHEATED SINCE I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU. PLEASE DO NOT MAKE IT A HABIT TO NAP IN SNOW POFFS." The spaghetti is great.

"Thank you, this is great. Uhm, weird question, but where are we?"

"MY HOUSE, OF COURSE!" he replies with a warm smile.

"I think they meant geographic location, paps."

And as if Tumblr hadn't already whooped your ass, here arrives Sans Undertale. Where's a dramatic cue of Megalovania à la trumpet when you need it? Honestly, the very last skeleton you wanted to see. It's like your Sans phase is coming to haunt you. Maybe today is just 'the attack of 2010's fandom.' The switch port could not have possibly done less to prepare you for this.

"Uhm, hi," you say. Sans plops himself down across from you at the kitchen table.

"hey. what's up?"

You make an awkward face. "I have no idea where I'm at or how I got here."

Sans takes it all in stride, pulling up your location on google maps and letting you take it all in. It's a country you've never heard of in your life. You rub your hands over your face and feel like crying. Papyrus, out of the goodness of his heart, offers you their couch for the night.

"hey, paps, why don't you get the human some bed stuff?"

"GASP. YOU'RE RIGHT, BROTHER." Aaaaand Papyrus is gone, taking the stairs two at a time.

"so, I couldn't help but notice you had a lot on your mind. penny for your thoughts?" He holds up said coinage, and it earns him a chuckle from you. Sans laughs himself and sets it on the coffee table.

"I promise I'm not insane, but I'm not from here, and I have no memory of this country. At all." Sans' expression betrays nothing. He closes an eye socket.

"eeh, figured that was the case." He sees your startled expression and shrugs. "I'm good at reading people. what do ya remember?" You close your eyes. The memories roll through, starting with a field of white.

"Black. A lot of it. Something...white?" You gasp, and the name flies between your lips before you can stop it. "Gaster."

Sans jerks, and your eyes fly open. He stares at you like he's seen a ghost. Sweat rolls down his skull. "how-" You can feel the frustration from your day boil over, forming tears that roll down your cheeks in thick globs. You sob into your hands, trying to hide it.

"there there," Sans says, patting you on the back. You finish crying quicker than you expected.

"Sorry. It's been a day." Sans nods and drops his hand. It lays limply at his side. "Guess I gotta fess up now. There's no easy way to say this, but I think you of anyone in this universe would understand." Sans watches with bated breath, apprehension bleeding through his sole eye light.

"I'm not from this universe."

"sheesh. and here I was thinking you were a mage or something. what a relief."