Lost yet Found (an undertale Au story)

Chapter 21

The darkness should have been overwhelming, it should have filled them with the unwelcomed dread that usually came with silence and darkness, the never ending void that should have swallowed their souls and made them void of hope and light oddly wasn't any of those things.

The vast pit of dark matter that stretched out like a blanket before them was surprisingly full of hope and love. Perhaps that be a side effect of being lived in for so long, the hatred that usually came with the darkness, the swallowing void, had been converted to a loved space, where memories had been made. They'd have multiple skeletons to thank for that.

Regardless of how the void's aurora, the three skeletons would have continued. Be it filled with dread, or filled with hope.

Of course, however, Error didn't really care for the outcome, he was just along for the ride.

Sans himself was full of wonder, curiosity, and all of the above. Sure he had wanted to find their Father, he had so many questions to ask him, but he wasn't prepared to risk the composition of his very existence to do it.

The void had been known to... Change people. Much like the antivoid did, it could rearrange code, mess with the fiber of someone's being. It could make a normally sane person insane. Etc. You get the deal..

Sans had visual proof stood in front of him in the form of a glitchy black skeleton for what the void could do to someone.

He didn't want to end up like him.

Spooks herself didn't mind the void. Having been there multiple times now, the usually disconcerting mood of the void had begun to disappear, she no longer felt unsafe, having knowing both the creator and the destroyer of the universes, she knew there were worse things out there than the darkness.

The three of them felt as though they had been walking in a circle for days. Weeks even.

Error had begun to get restless. The same routine of walking into the nothingness, looking around them for any signs of struggle, habitation or even just a lost soul was beginning to get tedious. He had little hope to find Him in the first place, but now there was minus.

Gaster had always been one to hide. He hid in his work, he hid from his family. He hid his emotions from anyone and everyone. Him being missing shouldn't have been out of the ordinary, but for this long and with not a single trace of him even existing was a little unusual.

For spooks, this was even more strange. During her time in other universes, she'd caught glimpses of other Gasters, their families, their jobs, all of the things her own Gaster had. The proof he had existed was solid. Clear even.

She couldn't understand how a monster could simply cease to exist. It wasn't the same as dying. Death left behind memories, stories, legacies. The many good and bad things that came with someone dying were left behind. To stop existing and not leaving anything behind should have been impossible. Yet it isn't.

Spooks could not deny it, however, that regardless of the circumstances, she was determined to get her father back. No one deserves to be left alone in the darkness, no matter what.

The more they walked, the more agitated the dark skeleton got. Error had somewhat of a short attention span. He wasn't easily entertained, and the darkness of the void was far from entertaining.

"ugh, I'm so bored." He grumbled glitchingly, throwing his head back as they walked.

They had don't nothing but walking.

"hi bored. I'm sans."

"DONT." Both spooks and Error groaned.

Puns had been thrown out rather sparingly throughout their journey. Its safe to say Spooks never wanted to hear another whitty remark for the rest of her life.