Behind those blue and red eyes

The fourth encounter: Snowdrops

His hands moved rhythmically stitching together uneven parts of code. Once and again his needle penetrated them and his red string held them close. He kept his eyes open interpreting the long lines of code full of symbols and numbers. One mistake and he couldn't have Papyrus beside him. One mere mistake.

The resulting product in front of him didn't look at all like Papyrus, but he kept trying to make it look like him. This time he had put a little more of Blueberry's blue code, but took away the Sans' parts that lived inside it and replaced it with Carrot's orange Papyrus code. To clean the undesirable Under Swap code he added lots of code of Timelines' Papyrus. The end result was a sea of red with blue and orange bits here and there.

"Good, good, you are almost there" The voice behind him made him lose his focus. "A little more and you'll have Papyrus back" He ignored the voice; as he had learned before there was no use in talking with him. "Ignoring me again huh? I'm the only one who understands you, you know?" But he kept silent as a stoic soldier as if he wasn't hearing any voice as if he was really alone in the save screen.

The kind voice of Patch interrupted them. "BROTHER DO YOU NEED HELP? I CAN HOLD THINGS OR SOMETHING IF YOU WANT" He looked at him for a while, weighing his options, till he decided that Patch wouldn't cause any trouble. His only answer was a nod and soon his self-proclaimed brother was seated beside him.

One didn't need to be a genius to note the discomfort in the tall skeleton, but he was the one offering his help so there was no use in denying it. Patch held the parts he was stitching close, making sure that they were in the right position. His hands were shaking and he looked far away from that corpse, but he held it firmly nonetheless. For an unknown reason, he wasn't the only one shaking.

The air was cold, the light traveled more like a mist. He didn't know where that light came from but it did hit him like a punch, leaving a weak shadow to hide under him.

The echo of every sound he made his way through every echo flower. It sounded like an old clock, a machine of sounds working backward, with a million synchronized parts moving non-stop behind him.

The sounds crawled up his spine slowly, and one look at Patch's eyes showed him that he wasn't the only one feeling watched. In this immensity of white and black one could never be sure of being alone. Everything felt empty, more even his half-broken soul, and the space around his eye lights in his eye sockets.

He focused on checking the code's lines, but an incessant sound in the back of his head kept him from ending his job. He got up from his kneeling position and looked around, he started to walk away when Patch quickly said "LET ME GO WITH YOU, I CAN HELP" but Fatal shook his head in denial: There was an intruder in his world.

He opened a portal with his right hand, and let himself through the multiple white glitches into the even whiter space outside the save screen. At first, he didn't see anything but soon a nightmarish image appeared in front of him: Sans was being held hostage by a big black tentacle; he was struggling and kicking his legs everywhere, and the monster holding him laughed in a loud and deep voice.

For a moment he froze, his heels were glued to the ground, a mix of rage and fear took his body prisoner, he couldn't even breathe. He didn't recognize that deep black skeleton, and even if his memory was as good as one of a goldfish he could be certain that this was their first encounter. The skeleton turned his gaze towards him, and with a playful noise he addressed him: "It took you so long to come ''. The tentacle that held Sans threw him in one movement, and his body hit the ground with a dry sound.

He raised a hand and called his Gaster Blasters that floated proudly above him. "WhAt Do YOu wAnT?" he dared to ask with his broken voice. But the black skeleton only laughed as if this was nothing but a game. Offended he shot in that monster's direction hoping he would be nothing but smoke when the lights disappear. But the monster dodged them as was expected for any Sans, and he laughed louder.