Fairytale - An Undertale AU

Chapter 10 - Checking In

Sighing, I stretch. Sitting up, I watch the door open. It's Dream. He smiles, walking over. He sits on the edge of the bed, looking at me with warm eyes. Smiling, pulls the blankets over me more.

"You look a lot better, do you feel better?" he says, reaching over and feeling my forehead. As I nod, he lets out a sigh of relief. "Well, your fever has gone down. But Ink says he wants you to stay here for one more day, just to be safe. You ok with that?" he asks me. Again, I nod. He sighs, laying down next to me. "What is so special about this place? I mean, Ink made it special for you, but it looks like a boring old room," he says, looking around.

"You're right, it is a boring old room. That's why it's special," I say, looking at him with a goofy smile. He tilts his head, only to look back up at the ceiling. It was a plain ceiling, only having a couple stains. Pointing to the one just above us, I laugh. "It looks like a dog, doesn't it?" I say, glancing at Dream. A smile crawls across his face as he laughs.

"That one looks like a hot dog," he says, pointing to the next to mine. Laughing, I nod. Sans and I used to do this. Lay in bed and look at the stains on the ceiling. 'Every stain has a story' he would always say. Rolling my eyes as the memory comes to mind, Dream sighs. "I got to go. Something is happening in one of the worlds. I'll be back soon," he says. He sits up and crawls out of the bed. Waving as he leaves, I lean back. Looking down, I gasp. A paper on a clipboard appeared in my hands. Some colored pencils roll over to me. Huh, strange. Must be Ink's doing. Rolling my eyes, I pick up the one normal pencil in the bunch. Slowly, I begin drawing. I'm not quite sure what it is, and I don't know what I'm going to do with it. The picture starts playing out, almost like a story. But this story comes straight from my memory. It's Sans, Gaster, and I. Gaster was like a father to me for the longest time. Well, before he disappeared. Sighing, I roll over on the bed. I'm tired, but not tired enough to fall asleep.

"Sometimes, I just wish I could go back," I whisper, pulling the blankets up on me more. While this place is close, it isn't home. Not really. Home is with Sans, my Sans. Home is where I can be myself. Home is where I can wait for Gaster to walk through that door with lots of goodies from stores in his arms. This, this right here, it isn't home. Not to me at least. Looking over, I sigh. Who knew that so much could happen in one month? It's been about a month, actually. Of me being with Ink and Dream. Being able to create. Part of me wishes I could go back to before all this, to when it was just me and Sans, and the other part of me is happy to a certain extent. Happy that I'm here, that I'm with Ink and Dream. But every part of me misses being with Sans. It's not something I think I can help anymore. Sighing, I roll over and pull the blankets over my head. This kind of sucks.

"Hey," a familiar voice says. Peering out from under the blanket, I sigh. Ink walks over, sitting down next to me. "I had to take a break from writing. You know, carpal tunnel," he says, flexing his boney fingers and chuckling. Rolling my eyes, I start to sit up. Glancing at the pen and paper, I raise my eyebrow. "What? I thought you could use an outlet," he says, shrugging.

"Yeah, whatever. You don't get carpal tunnel, so what do you want?" I say, looking at him. He sighs and scratches the back of his skull. Crossing my arms, I wait for him to talk. He starts tapping his chin and I roll my eyes again. "What?!" I say loudly. He jumps a bit and sighs.

"It's dangerous. And I shouldn't be relying on you for this. But I need you to check up on some worlds," he says, sighing. Tilting my head, he shakes his head. Isn't that Dream's job? "I know what you are thinking, you think that's Dream's job, right? Well, it is. But he can only check the feeling levels, he can't sense stuff like we can. We can tell when something is wrong due to our powers as Creators. It's a gift. Dream only can tell when the feelings are wrong. So, that's why I need you to check some stuff out for me," he says, looking at me.