"It's kind of weird." Asriel commented, kicking his legs from his seat on Saecshiun's back as the dragon strode through the woods near a human campsite beside a lake.
The blue reptile glanced at him. "𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤?"
"It.. you. It's weird how you're just different but familiar? Like the stuff we did back there, scaring those humans. Sans liked to do that, a lot. And it just.. feels like the kind of stuff he does. And it's weird, because I know you said you're him and everything but it's.. you're not him him? You're different. And it feels weird."
The seastorm strode on, thinking.
"ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤. 𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕦𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝔸𝕤 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕤, 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝. 𝕌𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥." He explained after giving it some thought.
"ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖. 𝕀 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕦𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕤." He smirked slightly at the incredulous scoff.
"I'm not even that surprised." Chara's voice muttered irritably. Now chuckling, the dragon took mercy upon them.
"𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤." He explained softly. Asriel frowned for a moment, then lit up in realization.
"Like Napstablook!"
The dragon nodded. "𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 ℕ𝕒𝕡𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜."
"But.. I don't know how to word it." The young Dreemur huffed, frustrated.
"𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥." Saecshiun stated patiently, looking up through the canopy into the blue skies above as the little one kicked his legs.
"Are they in your mind?"
"ℍ𝕞?" The seastorm hummed, not understanding.
"Like, are they sort of in your head, thinking stuff."
Shaking his head, he spoke.
"ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕟𝕠. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗.."
After a pause, he explained.
"𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖.. 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕞𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕒, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝕀 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤. 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕤. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥... 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖. 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕤, 𝕒𝕤 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕜, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤 ℕ𝕒𝕡𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜. 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕀?"
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Skeleton Ghost
FanfictionReset after Reset, a meek ghost is finally sick of watching them all die. Genocide after Genocide, a depressed skeleton is starting to reach his utter limit. A ghost finds a skeleton who shares his secret knowledge. A skeleton and a ghost decide so...
