A Shadow of the Past

Trust Issues

Lunar continued to watch over the stranger they'd rescued. He could feel a lot of negative feelings radiating from the guy, and he hasn't awoken since they brought him here. His injuries were extensive, covering up old and new scars, as if he'd been in battle after battle with little or no breaks in between.

Template came back in the bedroom, carrying a chocolate bar in one hand and the furby in the other.
"How's he doing?"

Lunar let out a sad sigh. "No change. We could try waking him up, but he might be disoriented and attack us. He's got scars, Template, so I'm guessing he's a fighter. A pretty cocky one too, if he doesn't even allow himself time to recover from one fight to another."

"How can ya tell?"

"Well, some of the scars look like they were just starting to heal, but whatever caused this much damage reopened the old wounds. Now, he's gotta do twice the healing."

Template hummed, setting the furby on the dresser. Unwrapping the chocolate, he offered a bite to Lunar. Together, they munched on the delicious sweet, contemplating their options. From the clock on the same dresser as the furby, it was about 7:30 P.M. Lunar decided to call it a night and go to bed, leaving Template to watch over their guest. He drew a chair with his pen and sat down, getting comfortable and eating his chocolate. Switch, too, had gone to bed relatively early, so Template was the only one awake. He began to nod off, barely able to keep his eyesockets open, but eventually succumbed to sleep.

Tempest was finally able to move. She quietly hopped down from the dresser, taking care not to wake up the skeleton who'd stayed in the room, and made her way onto the bed. She had to double check that it was Error she had seen. She was right, of course, and she nudged his cheekbone.

No response.

She was alarmed and a bit sad. Usually, Error would pet her when she wanted attention. He even smiled at her, treating her as if she was a close friend, even if she refused to move for him. She chirped a few times, desperately hoping for a reaction, but to no avail. Something is definitely wrong if he didn't respond to her chirps. This was an emergency!
She hopped off the bed and headed out of the room, determined to get help.

Somewhere in the Omega Timeline of Dreamswap....

Fresh and Blueberry walked around the Omega Timeline, asking the residents if they had seen or met someone named Blue. Most of them didn't know him, and those that did knew him only by name. The two did run into Core Frisk, though, who directed them to find the Meme Squad, the only residents of the Omega Timeline who knew Blue personally.

Fresh had brought Charm along, who somehow told Fresh he was restless.
"Oh hey, Charm mah bro, what's shakin'? .... Ya can smell Tempest? Dat's totes awesome, brah! Mah blueberry bro, Charm's gonna needja ta all up 'n close ya eyes fer a tight sec  so's Charm can sniff out our totally rad dudette, Tempest, ya dig?"

Blueberry nodded and did as he was told. He heard Fresh put the long furby down, then a sort of shuffling noise circle the two of them, accompanied by sniffing noises.
It stopped after a few seconds, so Blueberry stole a glance out from between his phalanges. He looked over at Fresh, then at the white furby at the neon skeleton's feet. Its head was facing towards Blueberry's left, so he looked in that direction. He could make a roof, but the rest of the building was too far away to be seen clearly. He looked back at Fresh, whose shades read, "AHA!"

"Aright, Blueberry broski, we be headin' in dat direction!" He pointed towards the building, Blueberry nodded. Fresh picked Charm back up and positioned him on the shoulder not occupied by Cheep.

As they neared the house, they were surprised to find a furby in the window, staring at them. Fresh lit up at the sight.
"Tempest, mah radical dudette! Whatcha all up doin' in dere?" He seemed to pause for quite a long time, so Blueberry looked over to him. What he saw, though, frightened him. Instead of reading "Yolo," Fresh's shades read "Uh Oh," and he looked less happy-go-lucky than usual. Whatever he'd learned deeply concerned him which, in turn, concerned and scared Blueberry.