Reborn As A Dust Sans [Undertale Multiverse]

Ch33 - Puppet

Ashe's POV

Inside your room was fairly comfortable. There were no personal decorations, yet it didn't feel empty or bare.

"SO THIS IS OUR ROOM NOW?" Spooky exclaimed as he floated through the door. "IT IS VERY BLAND.... NYEH HEH HEH! WE WILL HAVE TO DECORATE IT!"

You chuckled and nodded. 'Maybe later, Spooky. I think I need to get some sleep,' you signed. 'Do you need to sleep too? Or do ghosts not need it?'

"I DO NOT NEED TO SLEEP, SO I WILL STAY GUARD FOR YOU! ...OR, UHM..."

You tilted your head at his hesitance. 'If there's something else you want to do, you can, Spooky. You don't need to watch over me constantly. I just, uhm, wouldn't want you to go too far away.'

"THEN IN THAT CASE, I WANT TO GO PLAY WITH THE CHICKENS!" he declared, grinning enthusiastically."BUT! I WILL CHECK IN ON YOU EVERY HOUR EXACTLY!"

'You don't have to–' you began, but he was already speaking once again.

"NONSENSE! YOU ARE MY AMAZING SIBLING AND I WILL MAKE SURE YOU ARE SAFE AND HAPPY AND HAVING NO BAD DREAMS AT ALL EVER!"

Letting out a giggle, you nodded to his exclamation. 'If you say so,' you settled on. It was clear Spooky felt that this was important, that you weren't going to change his mind, so it was better to simply let him do what he wanted to. Besides, you... were thankful he was so willing to come by, to make sure you were okay. 'Ninight, Spooky.'

"GOODNIGHT ASHE! I WILL RETURN IN 60 MINUTES! NYEH HEH HEH!"

He floated through one of the walls, leaving you alone. You subconsciously rose a hand to the scarf still adorning your neck, the fabric making you feel like Spooky was still with you even if he was off searching for the chickens he seemed so obsessed with.

You climbed into the bed and burrowed into the blankets, enjoying the warmth. It was comfortable. Pleasant. Safe. Yet, the longer you lay there in bed, the more something felt... off. Not in a bad way, but in the sort of way you just couldn't stop thinking about.

When Papy floated back in, you let out a grunt. Had it really been an hour of just laying here? Maybe you should look around. If something was here, you wouldn't find it by doing nothing.

"WOWEE, YOU'RE STILL AWAKE?" Spooky inquired.

'Yeah. Uhm, somethings bothering me. I think I can feel, like, somebody else's magic or something? Do you feel that too?'

"HMMM... I DON'T THINK SO. MAYBE YOU'RE JUST EXTRA SENSITIVE TO MAGIC! YOU DO HAVE A LOT OF IT NOW."

'I'm going to look around.' It took a few minutes, but you were eventually led to the little drawers by the bed. The bottom seemed stuck, at first, but you managed to sort of jiggle it open, almost falling when it suddenly became loose.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT? IF THE DRAW HURT YOU, THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY STABBING IT FOR BEING RUDE," Spooky let out, clearly concerned.

You huffed. 'I'm fine, Spooky, it was just really stuck,' you explained.

"I STILL THINK YOU SHOULD STAB IT."

'How would I even stab a draw?' you chuckled, then turned your attention to whatever was hidden inside. It seemed it was mostly random pieces of glowing string, each dull with a magic that somehow reminded you of static. 

You pulled it out carefully, and it stung a little, but not much.Was this left behind by Error? Why was it just shoved into a draw, forgotten? Beneath it, at the very bottom, was something more solid. You picked the little thing up in your hands. It was a cute puppet, made by crochet, and...

Huh. Was it meant to be you? It didn't quite look like Dust, despite the similarities. No, the details seemed more consistent with you. But if you never met Error, how would he have made a puppet based on you? And why just leave it here, abandoned?

You shoved it into your pocket, not sure what to think but wanting to keep it close. Something about the magic in the thread buzzed with a comforting energy. With that little mystery solved, you decided it was a good idea to go back to bed. Thankfully, this time, you fell asleep with ease, lulled with the comfort of the little crochet puppet.

It was three hours later that you woke to a sudden loud shriek, realising that Cross must have found his little prank. You sat up, tired, planning to go make sure everything was okay, only to find Killer was hiding in your room.

'Killer?' you signed cautiously.

"Snrrk, shhhhh, they don't know I'm in here," he whispered, desperately trying to contain his laughter.

"You'll find that is not the case, Killer," a dark voice called from the shadows. In an instant, a tendril shot from the dark, quickly lifting Killer upside-down in the air.

"Hiya Boss!" he let out with a sly grin. He knew he was in trouble but clearly did not care.

"I do hope you know you're going to be cleaning dishes for the next month for that little act," Nightmare scolded, then turned to you briefly with a sigh. "Apologies for the intrusion. It seems Killer here managed to sneak in a cow from FarmerTale and sneak it into Cross' room," he explained.

He looked at you, narrowed teal orb, and for a moment, you wondered if you were about to get into trouble. Did he know you had helped? You had a sneaking suspicion he did. Instead of getting mad, though, he gave a long sigh and looked back to Killer with a glare.

"When I said bonding activities are good for the team, I did not mean pranking. As I am sure this was your idea, Ashe will be let off with a mere warning just this once. You, on the other hand, are coming with me." He then paused, still with his attention on the tar faced skeleton. "And don't think I didn't notice the vase you broke earlier. Pink glue is hardly an effective way to hide that."

And just like that, the two disappeared into the shadows, leaving you dumbfounded. You had barely even woken up, and already, Killer had snuck into your room, got caught by Nightmare, and got dragged away for his prank.

"WELL, I, FOR ONE, THINK THAT WENT WELL."

'...I'm going back to bed. I'm too tired to process whatever that just was.'