Cold Bones Embrace (UTMV X OCs)

18| Talk to You

•I wish I could talk to you, pull my chair right up there next to you and talk to you, you're in my head more often than I want.•

|VI|

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Vi vaulted themselves into Blue's arms, a moment away from tears pouring down their cheeks.

"I thought you wouldn't come back!" Vi sobbed, a deep gash on their cheek but other than that, nothing hurt, "I'm so happy! I could kiss you right now!"

"Why haven't you?" Blue muttered, a dusting of navy blue coating his cheeks before he coughed, "Excuse me, that was out of line."

"What?" Their face felt hot.

What was this feeling?

Vi's felt so warm, happy even. They cried but their tears weren't sad.

Glancing around they noticed an absence, "Where's Ink?"

"Still sparring Error," Dream muttered, before pausing again, "I'm worried they're fighting among the core timeline, the only place they can hide their signature."

"Ah so this is the stuff about universes? I heard Blue mention it as he gave the message. 'The war isn't over not even in this universe' or something? What's that supposed to mean?" Vi felt like they were left out on something.

They knew the group in Micheal's house were the supposed 'bad guys' the ones who orchestrated the Ebott incident, but this universe stuff was confusing them.

"Oh ah-!" Dream realized turning to Vi, "I'm not supposed to tell you things like this, but the nature of your closeness and involvement in the situation I suppose I owe you an explanation."

Blue took the reins, explaining in place of Dream, who couldn't help but babble due to his rich wealth of knowledge.

"This may be hard to believe, but there are alternate universes. Identical copies and others, they all exist in this massive thing known as the multiverse and beyond that? We don't know, but we call it the omniverse. Me and Dream aren't from here, nor is Error or the bad sanses. That's why they're called that, Sanses, because they're all copies of Sans." Blue muttered.

"That's confusing, so you're all the same person? Then why do you date?" Vi's brow furrowed. Blue laughed slightly.

"I mean me and Dream don't have the same personality right? It's not like we're exact copies, just the same body," Blue tried to smile, Vi following suit.

"Makes sense," Vi muttered, hand reaching to the cut on their cheek, it hurt like a bitch and it wasn't healing so easily, still steadily bleeding down their face.

"What happened?" Dream cared to ask, his hands resting on their shoulders. Vi sighed, mind going back to those moments, after Nightmare grabbed the knife.

"Nightmare wanted information out of me, about you, so I guess he was disappointed when I didn't know anything, he supposedly wanted to leave you a message," Vi mumbled, brain stuck on those two minutes in that chair. They shivered.

Dream's hand cupped their hurt cheek, warmth emanating from his palm, "I'm sorry you had to go through that Vi," he murmured and Vi couldn't help themself from staring at his pretty face.

They took his hand in their own and pressed their face to his hand. A smile tugging on their lips. Reluctantly, Vi let him pull his hand away.

When their own hand touched their cheek, it was healed, confused they glanced at Dream for an explanation.

"The scar is still there, I'm afraid, but you look as beautiful as ever," Dream spoke gently, in his heavenly tone.

"Vi!" Vi jerked backwards suddenly, pulled into a tight hug by no doubt Ink, "I heard what happened! Are you okay?"