Letterverse

Chapter 6.5: Unknown (3)

"What is it?" He asked, his voice soft, and yet, both of them could feel the underlying irritation in his tone. Shuffling in place multiple times, almost as if they were uncomfortable under his curious and confused gaze, they finally mustered up the courage to tell him what he wanted to know...

What he needed to know...

... They could only hope it didn't break their rekindled friendship.

"So... y'know the 'they' that the letters keep referring to?" They asked, holding up the letter from Dream, their gaze cold and hard as they looked for any sort of reaction from him. Earning a confused nod, they handed him the letter from Dream. "... Look at the back of it."

"You deserve to know, but don't attack me once you're done. Let me explain."

Raising a bone brow in earnest suspicion and cluelessness, he took back the letter and flipped to the back, only to be revealed some more ink that started to show up, just now. It was as if Dream had found some way to delay the visibility of the ink, and now he noticed that now was it finally starting to show everything.

"PS: If you wake up and see a purple haired human around you clad in... completely white... with a dark purple diamond on their coat... do not approach them, avoid them at all costs..." His eyelights slowly dimmed and started to disappear once he read the final sentence.

"... They are the reason why everything will be wiped out when you wake up."

Shakily looking up as a stab of fear and betrayal struck through him, he scanned the unknown being once again. Purple hair, white clad clothes, dark purple... diamond mark... as his mind slowly started to spiral down into a panic attack, the unknown being, worried for him, tried to reach out a hand towards him to try and shake him aware, only to be slapped away impulsively.

"Ah- s- sorry, I just- need some space." He stammered, his gaze falling to the white ground. Slowly reeling themself back, they nodded hesitantly, biting their bottom lip as their brows furrowed into a small frown. Not one of irritants, anger, or annoyance, more of... worry, concern.

This wasn't just a game anymore. He had just found out that his first friend in this goddamned void was the reason why it was just reduced to- this! This- person killed everybody he loved! They-

They...

But... Error's letter said... the 'creators' were the ones who scrapped everything.

... Agh, this is too complicated, what the hell?! Now he's really pissed and frustrated about the whole amnesia thing. If he didn't have this stupid amnesia, then he'd be able to remember everything and sort everything out and he wouldn't have to be so scared of his only fucking friend!

"Creators, alternate me's, amnesia, you, some sort of harbinger of death... I hate all of this so much. This is too much I can't do it anymore I can't I can't I can't." He cried, curling up on himself, not noticing the cautious touch on his forearm before he was pulled into a hug by none other than the unknown being themself.

"... I knew this was a bad idea." They murmured, "I'm so sorry, Classic."

... His name.

It- it was his name. His-

"... You finally told me my name." He whispered meekly, eyesockets widening as he straightened up to look at them, bewildered eyelights meeting closed eyelids, which slowly opened to reveal yellow eyes with... sparkles? Inside of them.

"Yeah, it was, uh, kind of the only way I knew how to bring you back to reality." They awkwardly replied, "I'm... not good with emotions, nor am I good with actually empathizing with someone. I wasn't built for that. And yet, here I am, trying to comfort you. I think the creators would be very, very surprised to see this."

"Heh, tibia honest, they do sound like a pain in the ass."

"Haha, heyyy, there's the punny skeleton I know!"

"Remembering my name helped with remembering... a lot of stuff. Like, now I remember Papyrus, I remember Asgore, I remember Mettaton, I remember Tori... heck, I even remember Frisk and all of the timeline resetting and saving shit. I think I could've survived without remembering that." Classic lightheartedly snickered, causing them to laugh along as well.

"Do you regret remembering?"

"Of course not!" He snapped back in reply, "in fact, I'm glad that you finally decided to tell me my name. I don't think I could go even a second longer without remembering anything!" He whined, earning a small smile from them.

"I see, that's good then." They commented, only earning a side glance from Classic before being pointed at abruptly.

"And yours?"

"... I'm afraid I don't follow."

"Geez, what's with the formal tone all of a sudden? We're friends, aren't we? And no, just because you... uh, killed everyone I knew and loved, got snapped at by me, and took away my memories for god knows what reasons, it's not like I'm gonna stop being your friend since I know your actions aren't as- transparent, as they seem."

"Yeah," they sighed, smiling in relief, "they aren't. Than-thank you so much."

"No sweat. But what's your name though? I can't just keep calling you 'you' all the time, y'know?"

​​​​​​​It seems he hasn't remembered yet...

"..." The unknown being went silent for a moment, before their mischievous, signature grin made it's way back onto their face as they held up the final letter in their hands, delicately holding onto the edges as if it's layers of color would peel off if they weren't careful or something.

"I'll tell you, but finish reading up Ink's letter first!

... I think you're begging for a summary and conclusion to all of this anyway."