Reincarnated Into The UT Multiverse!? Take 2!

Chapter Two -

(A/N: that's [Y/N]'s SOUL up there btw)

*Time skip - [Y/N]'s at their shed/house thing now, just walked into their room.*

You sigh, flopping down onto your bed, taking a moment to observe your room. Your bed was in the top left, shoved into the corner. The bed had plain black sheets, and a pillow with a white pillow case. Beneath you, you run your fingers through the fluff of the soft, fuzzy [F/C] blanket that you left in a heap when you got up in the morning.

Shifting your gaze to the left, you see a small wooden dresser that somehow manages to hold the entirety of your clothes. It never made sense to you, but you were fine with the size as long as it held your belongings.

Beside the dresser was your large corner desk, taking up almost thirty-five percent (35%) of your room. The black, wooden textured desk was littered with sketches and scripts for your web comic series, some of the more frequent sketches being of various Muffets and Frisks, the two being your favorite to draw. Along with the various sketches and scripts was a decently sized drawing tablet and computer. Your computer was your pride and joy, as it was the first thing you bought with your own hard-earned money.

Looking towards the center of the room, you see a three foot stuffed animal pile, just waiting to be jumped into.

Narrowing your eyes, you stare at the pile of stuffies, pondering if you should jump into the pile or not. Deciding to have a little fun, you stand up onto your bed. Grinning, you jump into the pile, leading to a loud thump! and you saying "I'M FINE!" towards Kay as not to worry them.

*Time skip - you're not in a stuffed animal pile now, and have been working on the script for your next comic for about half an hour*

"Hmm..." you say, not quite sure how to continue the scene. Error had accidentally fallen into the CSS (Chara Support System) world, and saw Fresh playing 'Catch the Furby' with the FFCs. You can imagine it would be a strange sight. Giggling slightly, you decide you've worked your creative muscles enough for today.

Huffing, you get up, walking towards the dresser. Sliding open one of the drawers, you pick out a sleeping outfit, preferring softer, more comfortable materials to sleep in.

Or

(Headband thing is optional)

After changing into your preferred pajamas, you pull out your phone, desperately needing what you referred to as 'Me Time' to your siblings. It was a time, late at night, when you scrolled through different social medias and wound down from the day.

*Time skip - 1-2 hours later, its now 11 pm. (That is nothing compared to how long my me time is, but whatever.)*

Powering off your phone, you plug it in into the nearest charging port. Rubbing your eyes, you slump into bed, allowing your thoughts to wander. 'Dreams are strange,' you think. 'I know how they work from a show I watched a while ago, but they're still strange to me.'

Less than five minutes later, you were out like a light.

Opening your eyes, which disoriented you for a moment, you look around to get a good idea of where you are, as you are certainly not in your room anymore.

You realize you aren't touching the ground, more so just hovering a few inches off the dark wooden floors. The walls are covered in intricate designs and a very old looking painting of.... is that Nightmare! Sans!? You stare in shock for a moment before you hear echos of footsteps coming from the hallway behind you. Quickly finding a large potted plant (that wasn't alive, but that doesn't really matter) and quietly bolting to hide behind it. It wasn't really the best spot, but it would do as it was huge compared to you, the vase easily coming up to your chest in height. You shifted into a position where you would be completely hidden to anyone passing by.

Peeking out from behind the pot, you see X! Sans, known as Cross, looking at the painting of Nightmare, a thoughtful gaze adorning his face. As if they felt your stare, his eyelights turned towards you, and you shifted back to where they wouldn't be able to spot you.

You hold your breath as you hear his footsteps approach you. Thinking over the pros and cons of bolting away, you hear Cross' footsteps halt.

'Fuck it.' You think, pushing the vase over. You quickly run past Cross, hearing a 'Woah!' as they catch the pot before it could hit the floor. You run as fast as you can, before you remember you're floating, and try to drift through the air. Somehow, it works, and you see the hallways blurring as you zoom through the rooms.

'Woah! Heh! This is kinda fun!' Was your last thought before you abruptly stop, a SOUL that feels familiar poping into existence, a purple hue surrounding it, and a slight pressure accompanying the SOUL's presence and the purple hue.

You stare in shock for a moment. 'Is that.... my SOUL..?' you think. The thought filling you with shock and something akin to happiness. It was the first time you had seen your SOUL, and it gave you a sense of fulfillment.

Cross came jogging up behind you, but just before he could speak to you, you woke up. It was slightly disorienting, as if you had been underwater and were suddenly teleported to a rain forest. Odd, but not the weirdest feeling.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. You thought it wasn't noticeable, but Kay eventually spoke up.

"Hey, you doing alright [Y/N]? You seem very spaced out," Kay says. It startles you slightly, being called out so directly off put you.

"Oh- uh, yeah. I'm alright. Just had a weird dream last night, nothing to worry about," you say, your wordsnot entirely convincing.

*Time Skip - 5:30 p.m. - Oof- this has this chapter has taken much longer than I thought it would, and its a lot lower quality than usual. Sorry :)*

You decided to skip dinner, but you did end up making a quesadilla for Kay and Kylie. You are currently working on your comic, as you remembered you said to Kay that you'd start on introducing Castor (Outerdust! Sans) to the bad sanses soon. It was strangely calming.

'Huh...' you think, no real meaning behind it. You were tired, and in need of sleep. It wasn't long after that thought that you got up and got ready for bed. It was then that you realized that you spent the entire day in your pj's. Huffing a laugh, you quickly finish up the latest chapter of your comic, before swiftly posting it. It almost immediately got a couple hundred views, which made you smile.

Sighing, you sink down into the comfort that your bed brings, quickly falling asleep. No dreams came to you that night, which you were thankful for.

(A/N: I am soooo [FUNKING] sorry it took so long to post- I just hit a huge roadblock, so so sorry! I promise I will try to get the next chapter out sooner! Next chap's gonna be my favorite part I have semi-planned! Cya later!)