~Dust Sans
I looked everywhere for him. He wasn't anywhere near here... I then decided to try traveling to a different Universe, which I didn't like doing at ALL. Who knows who might kill me... When I teleported, I then saw a skeleton who had Ink on his face, a sash leaking disgusting whatever it was, and wearing I don't even know. He paused and just stared at me for a few seconds. "So, you must be this 'Ink' I'm hearing about?" He smiled. "You know my name? Wow! I am Ink! That's me!" He waved and I took a step back.
I haven't been treated like this for a long while... I awkwardly waved back and walked closer. Papyrus wasn't too sure about him either. I felt I could trust this skeleton though, and I told him that Error(The glitched out skeleton that I keep meeting) told me about him, and everything about that skeleton, and how he wants Error. "Wow....uhm...I met Fresh... He's real nice.. b-but... and he's been trying to get me to tell him about Error so he can corrupt him??!?" I nodded. So his name was Fresh. I completely forgot.
"WOW... Well, hearing it from one persons enough, but three? Error, Killer, then....you? Whats your name?" I stared. "Uh-hh... I don't even know what I am anymore..." He stared at me even more, with an expression on his face. Was it pity? Papyrus whispered in my ear, "How about you just make up a name since you don't care what your name is. I recommend something... a little dementing." I jolted up and said, "DUST! The names Dust. Sorry."
He smiled. "Its ok! You look like you've been through a whole lotta stuff though... Hm. Well, Imma still be friends with Fresh, but I won't tell him where Error is!!!" I then turned and said, "Well, I'll be off then. Thanks for not telling anybody, I guess." I Teleported out of there before he could say anything else.
I needed to find Fresh, and fast. Wherever I looked I swear I saw him. Papyrus then pointed behind me when I was back in my universe and there he was. Staring.He stuttered, "Y-you can T.P... m8 un-fresh..."
I had to get this done quick. I smiled. "Welcome back to the party, Asshole."
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أدب الهواةPaps has died even though the human chose to be on the pacifist route. How? Sans tries to figure it out, but is surprised greatly at his findings. And what he has become in the process of trying to survive. Art not mine, also this is kinda an in-b...