#To Clarify: theres a crack between multiverses and stuff is leaking through

[noitkot1]

An AU where Ink, still just Sans, has dreams about different worlds. Ones full of colors, of smiling friends, a warm looking grass, navy skies, and white, far away dots atop dark purples. Sans learns from a skeleton with yellow eyelights, discovers a lively human(a human!! He excitedly tells Papy ALL about that one), sees oceans of paint and collesiums of monsters. Its... so much. Everytime he awakens, white eyelights glance out into the emptiness, moving at a snails pace to take in the nothing.Inside these dreams, there's tons of Toriel's, galleries of books to come across, and rainbows to see(theres more of Papy too, but they're... different. Or maybe he and Papy are different. Why are they different?)! So when theres nothing besides a few streaks of graphite, he snuggles back into his scarf, squeezing his eyes shut and ignoring he itch developing underneath his eyesockets.

Oftentimes, multiple new names appear. "Ink," is most commonly spoken. Sans lost how many times it was said long ago. Same goes with "Error," or "Doodlesphere." After that came phrases see; undertale, dream, creators. One interesting phrase was "Alternate Universe," thats one after it being spoken hundreds of times- or its shorter version, "AU"- Papy never stops hearing Sans repeat that one!

Sadly for Sans a lot of these dreams eventually slip his mind. With nothing to record any of these dreams/experiences he was having the old ones felt near nonexistent. But he tries his best to recall them all, telling all the friends he has now about these marvelous adventures! Papy is always a wonderful listener, everyone here is truthfully (none are as good as Blue, or the Gasters, or even the humans) an great listener, so they will hear about his dreams! He'll repeat one dream until he begins to forget it, and Papy has to pat him on the head and guide him back to the scarf-pillow.

At least, thats all it is until one day where Papy was weird. Papy was there when Sans fell asleep, then wasn't there when he awakened. Papy never did that. Papy always stayed to listen, putting a replica of a smile on his face for Sans. So leaving behind the musical whistles full of color, Sans starts looking for his brother. Unlike these dreams, this place is empty and definitely a miniscule sized in comparsion. So, he finds Papy standing over a rain-puddle(tears) in a nice amount of time. A reassuring one. His brother hadn't gone far!

With a gasp and smile, Sans bolts towards Papy, "this is where you went!"

With their usual stutter, Papy turns, head barely reaching the others direction by the time Sans is at his side. "What did ya get up to this time, brother?"

Papy's blink lasts seconds and Sans smiles wider, watching his dragging movement. It was like being under super duper deep and dark water(this he experienced in a dream, it was definitely similar to Papy's movement). His brother's hand curls, one finger crackling itself apart, stumbling to separate from the fist and aim towards the white ground.

There, on the ground, reflecting nonexistent light, was something grayish and... yellowish. Similar to a humans skin. Frosted around the edges, the entire blob sat unevenly in itself, and Sans couldn't see the white through it.

Those were definitely not tears.

It was familiar. Like an old childhood home. Something Sans experienced only behind closed eyes while hugging a paint brush and sticking a tongue out. Something that came in tarnished reds, drained blues, and serene greens. The thing that stained paper, the liquid that faded into the earths layers, sinking into rocks, creating the soil and letting someone breath in life.

Papy breathed, hand shaking as his mouth creaks like an old door, "pa__t?"

Sans hadn't gotten to make many decisions in his short life. There wasn't much to make decisions on. Going left or right would always lead him right back to Snowdin, he could talk to anyone anytime, there was no story, no plot, no costs or losts in any choice(a completely blank slate). Making impactful decisions was reserved for his dreams. The tense ones, who to fight, which au to protect, which bad guy to stop.

Stepping into the puddle and falling into an ocean of rainbows was the easiest decision Sans had ever made.