Author
Reader/ or any other sans that may pop up
Ink
ErRoR
Abbreviations:
-Y/N = your name
-H/L = hair length
-F/C = favorite color
-F/A = favorite animal
Y/N's POV:
But first. I can't get too ahead. I'm not in the power to do that yet. I'll have to look for an opportunity to run.
I don't really have a plan, but I think my escape would go something like this:
1. Be real friendly (not too friendly to the point it's obvious.)
2. Try to gain trust.
3. Get something that can possibly help me escape.
4. Make a compromise with them to let me out or just get any opportunity to leave.
5. RUN.
I sigh. This plan isn't really looking up, especially when making friends here seem so impossible. I mean, with my current reputation, maybe I can handle it, but it's going to be hard to gain trust.
Think, Y/N, think. What do you have and what don't you?
Hmm...
I half-jog, half-walk up the stairs back into my bedroom. I grab a pen and a notepad, ripping a page out, and start to jot down what resources I have available to help me escape... Plus what I have against me and the things that could help me that I don't have that I could try to get.
Let's start with the positive things.
I have some powers Sans do: Gaster Blaster thingamajiggy, Soul Manipulation (Is that what you call it?), and maybe more that I don't know about, but I really doubt that. I'm not one of those OP reincarnated main character/hero(ine) you see in anime. This isn't a fantasy where everything goes well. This is life we're talking about here.
I have some allies, which is really just Cross, since he seems genuine enough. Actually, since I'm not 100% sure, I think I could trust him only to a certain extent. Not too much, of course, since he's also friends with people that aren't really my friends.
I have sort of a friendly relationship with the others ever since the "flying cock" incident, but that's only temporary. If I actually want to be friends with them, it'll take more than that.
I have a couple of weapons: a taser, my trusty knife, my belt, and my slipper. However, I'm going against quite a couple of people here, so even if I could deal with one or two overpowered skeletons, I can't deal with all of them.
I'm not dead yet, which I don't know should really count. I guess it does though, since I can't escape if I'm dead.
Now, for what I don't have.
I do not have much freedom at hand. I just have the ability to wander this castle, and that's pretty much it. There's nothing here for me to escape with.
I do not have teleportation or the portal thingy power. At least, I can't use them. I already tried at this place and it didn't work. It would've been so easy if I could use it. I would've been out already.
I was kidnapped here, so nobody knows where I am. Unless somebody's really good at figuring out where I am, nobody's going to get to me and help me fight the skeletons. I'm alone here, except maybe Cross, but I can't tell him of my plan to get out of here.
I have no idea as to what these skeletons can do. All I know for now is that they are a different version of Classic Sans, and that they kidnapped me and have similar powers, but still probably has their own specific powers, which I do not know.
I sigh, ruffling my H/L hair. This is going to be harder than I thought it would be. There's really not much going my way at the moment.
I crumple my sheet of paper up, then decide it would be better to rip it, then crumple it. I then shoot the weathered and tattered ball of paper into trash can.
"Let's gooo," I mutter under my breath as I heard the sound of paper hitting the metal.
I then kick back on my swivel-chair, hitting the soft bed, causing the chair to lean back. I land on the bed with a soft thump while the chair collapses.
I roll, hugging my F/C F/A plushies. I sigh, staring at the black wallpaper, as if it would tell me what to do. It'd be nice if somebody would just take me back. How simple it would to go back home if there's people to help me.
I just lay on the bed in silence, just staring at the wall with a blank stare, not really thinking of anything.
After about 30 minutes of doing absolutely nothing, I got fed up. I got up, putting my hand on the cool metal doorknob.
Since nobody's going to help me get what I need, I'll just do it myself.
I swung open the door.
YOU ARE READING
A New Soul? (Ink!Sans x Reader x Error!Sans)
Fanfic"Hello, my name is Ink!" Those were the first words I heard before I discover new worlds beyond my own... and Error. "WhY aRe YoU hErE, aNoMaLy?" I guess I'll have to deal with this bullshit. I do not own the cover's art.
