Written Out

To be Fair.. I was pretty sure I died

When someone dies, they expect to.. stay dead.

Maybe go to heaven or hell, and this was definitely wasn't Limbo.

They stared in disbelief at there hands, it... was there hands correct? They were white and definitely made of bones, they had Gaster holes in them.

Gaster holes?

"Gah!" they cried clutching there head in pain, fingers clasping at there skull.

"Where.. am I?" They said after the pain subsided, with pain fogged eyes they looked around.

They didn't recognize the muddy woods around them, in fact they didn't know who they were other then the fact they should be dead.

Slowly using a damp tree covered with moss they got to there feet, they stood there for a moment as they were plagued with dizziness.

"Crap!" they cried, as the tree rotted and died under there touch suddenly.

"Oh no, this isn't good," they said looking at dead tree, they stared at the ground and were revealed to see that there shoes were apparently enough to stop the death touch.

"Death touch... is.. that what it is?" they said to themselves, staring at there hands which were dirty from touching the tree.

"I'm.. not Reaper right?" they questioned as head stung painfully no.. they were not Reaper whoever Reaper was.

Slowly they staggered through the woods, trying not touch anything for too long or he'd kill them.

"Frog?" they said tiredly, as a sound caught there attention. They headed in that direction, and soon enough they could hear the sound of water moving. Soon they came across a pond with a stream going into it, they leaned down o see there reflection.

A singular purple eye stared back at him from a child's face, male there mind supplied looking maybe ten if they stretched it. They wore a ragged long white jacket with a hood, ragged black t-shirt and shorts, his footwear was actually scuff slippers. What was most striking, was the large red scarf around his neck.

All of it looked like he'd been rolling in mud, which due to the state of the forest was likely.

"This.. is me right?" they... no he questioned.

"Goth... yes.. my name is Goth!" he cried out, as he suddenly realized that was his name.

Yet.. where was he, and how did he get here?

Of course, it started to rain.