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4. Dream Sequences Always Make Sense, Trust Me Bro

What the fuck is happening. I'm on a boat, in the middle of winter, and there is a dead body in the boat.
I'm rather unsure of what to do, and kind of uncomfortable with the situation. Where am I? Other than in the ocean? And who's dead body is this? In my boat? The audacity, really. I consider throwing the body overboard, so I don't have to deal with seabirds or the horrible smell that accompanies a corpse. But I could use it for food if I'm here longer than expected. And also I could get arrested for murder if I ever make it back to land.
Of course, the most logical course of action is to throw the body in the water. I do not want a dead guy in my fucking boat. Get out.
This turns out to be a horrible decision because I did not realize I am handcuffed to the corpse, so I go overboard too. Well shit. This water is not warm at all, considering it's winter and also an ocean. Also, the waves are now very violent compared to the calm waters when I was on the boat. It feels like a mistake has been made.
How is this happening? I don't remember feeling handcuffs, or really even throwing the body in the water. I may be tripping balls right now, that is a very real possibility. Maybe I am actually on a vacation in the tropics and this water is actually warm, but I'm just on hella drugs!
This is not true because as I am sinking I get colder and colder and ever is getting a lot darker and it's hard to see and I can't hear anything but my heartbeat and the pull downwards and the growing pressure on my lungs and my bones and my head my head hurts and I can't breathe and--
Oh shit, my head hit a rock. And another rock. I'm not seeing any rocks, though? It's just me, the dead body, and a vast ocean of darkness. Maybe my eyes are combusting from the pressure?
No, my head hit another rock. This really hurts. I feel like this fishing trip could have gone a lot better.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake UP! Open your eyes you piece of shit!" What? Who is that? Mermaid? Holy shit, I'm gonna see a real live mermaid!
It's not exciting anymore. The mermaid kicks my head. Wait, mermaids don't have feet, they have fish tails. That's what makes them sexy. This is not a very sexy mermaid.
"Come on! Come onnn!! We gotta go, dude!"
"Step aside. I'm going to kick harder." That's not a mermaid at all. That sounds like a bitch.
"Don't kill them! You've already done that once!" Huh? Was the bitch the corpse in my boat? Was I the corpse in the boat??
"Will you two ever let that go?"
"Not the time! Just get them awake!"
I hear footsteps for a moment, though I don't get how mermaids who have fish tails could be walking in the ocean where there is no solid ground. This is so unrealistic. What kind of edibles did I eat?
All of a sudden, I have blunt force trauma to the head. I'm not in the ocean anymore, instead I am laying on cold rocky ground and surrounded by what look to be losers. No, wait. I know these people. Did Voice 1 materialize for this? I must've been tripping so hard.
"Oh my god! Finally! It took you forever to even open your eyes," They scold me, rudely. "Come on, get up. We gotta go!"
"Hold on, hold on..." I struggle to sit up against the wall, same one I fell asleep on last night. It's still night. Well, we are in space. Actually, taking a look at the sky, it's kind of orange. Maybe it's sunrise. "Jesus, what kind of drugs did I take..?"
"None! No time for that! We need to go now!" The situation seems urgent, but I'm still dazed as hell and I don't really understand what's going on.
"What happened? What the fuck's going on?"
"Error got stabbed in his sleep, someone drugged you apparently, and now the civilians are planning to burn us alive. So stand up already and move it!"
"Shit. Okay." I'm getting the hint that the time for questions is not now. Error hasn't said a single word since I woke up, and I understand why, he's bleeding pretty bad. I'd mock him under any other circumstance, but I'm also in danger. So I stand and get my head straight.
"Can you open a portal or something?" I ask him. Error says nothing in return, but opens a portal to a different AU. I would call it a close one but the fire wasn't any close to killing us back there.
We all step through the gateway, and end up in a place somehow colder than space. It feels empty. Wrong. There's more pressure and tension in the air than in the ocean from earlier. This sucks. Why here, of all places? And where was here? There's snow everywhere. All the buildings are empty and dark. Not a soul in sight.
"The fuck? Where are we?" I turn to Error. Really hoping he can't tell I'm both scared and agitated. 'Cause I absolutely am.
His reaction is surprising. "I don't know. I just-- I opened up the first place that came to my mind. I don't know where we are. But we're not in immediate danger." I don't believe him. He looks scared, too.
"Right. I, uh, wouldn't be too sure about the 'immediate danger' thing," Voice 1 says quietly, crouching down and sifting something through their hand. It's dust, not snow. Fuck. "This-- this is a genocide timeline. If the player comes back here, we're dead."
So that's why it felt so wrong to be here. It wasn't the cold. This place is dead in more ways than one. God, I never thought it would be this chilling.
"Shit," I panic for a moment. The adrenaline doesn't help me think. "Okay. Error, can you open a portal back to the antivoid? We need to get out,"
He doesn't answer. He doesn't move at all. I guess he is losing blood pretty fast, but he's a god, he can take it. He isn't doing anything though, whats wrong with him?
"Hello? Error, c'mon. We need to leave. Now." I snap my fingers at him, hoping he'll pay attention and do something.
"No. We're staying. We'll find a different way out,"
"What? Are you insane? We could get killed! All of us! And you've already been stabbed! You're a fucking--"
"Shut up! You're gonna get killed by him instead of the player if you keep that up!" Voice 1 interjects, now standing at my side.
"Oh, please! What can this old man do? He's wounded!"
"For fucks sake--!"
"Both of you be quiet," Error's voice is hushed yet demanding. We both stop. "I'm not opening a portal yet. And you two both need to stop yelling. You're only attracting more attention to yourselves."
I'm still pissed off about the situation. I still want to get out. "You-"
"I don't care. We're looking through the buildings, now." He proceeds to walk past me. Asshole.
Voice 1 sighs, looking a bit defeated. "I'm sorry. I can tell you want to leave, but I don't know if I can get him to go with us."
"It's not your fault. Don't apologize for the old hag. He's just depressed and.. mentally ill," It's a little hard to find any other descriptive words for him. "You might wanna dematerialize, by the way. Things could get violent if the player comes around."
They nod in agreement. "Yeah alright, okay. Go catch up to Error before you get dragged on the ground again."
And so I do. Not before saying goodbye of course, I'm a polite guy.

Error is standing on the empty street. Well, the ground is covered in snow so I assume it's a street.
"It took you long enough,"
"Whatever. What building first?" The cold bites me as I speak. This sweater's lighter than most think, you know? There's no temperature in the Antivoid, so I've got no need to be warm. If I was expecting a trip to Antarctica, I would have put on warmer clothes. I don't know how Error isn't freezing his ass off right now, or scared. Actually, he might be, considering who we're looking for and what this timeline implies happened.
"Pay attention," He waves his hand in my face. "You're not a toddler, you should have a longer attention span," I guess he can still be a bitch when scared. If he even is.
"Wh-- How do you even know what a toddler is??"
He doesn't answer that. "We're going in there," He says, gesturing to a building with broken windows and a door off its hinges.
"What? That's not only a dump, it's also creepy. You're telling me you don't see all that broken glass?"
"Get over it. We're going in, or staying out here in the open,"
I'll admit, going in there is the lesser of two evils. I've had enough open concept to last a lifetime, be it the Antivoid or an ocean.
"Fine. First stop is--" I stop and squint at the sign on the establishment. Most of the wood letters are gone. "--M..fet's..?" I feel like a few vowels are missing there.
"That's.. Muffet's. A café. I've..." He pauses. "...heard about it. I hear it gives off a sense of comfort when you're visiting,"
"Well, it won't anymore. Shame I can't get an iced tea or something while we're there,"
"This isn't the time to joke. Do you want to risk death by stalling here longer?"
"You're the one bleeding out,"
"I am a god, I'm not going to die unless I want to," He scoffs.
"That's how that works?"
"Stop talking. Time is of the essence."
"Right, okay," I mutter. "Let's just get this over with."

(if this chapter is messy it's because it took me a week to write it)