You stepped into a world of white.
"What is this place?" you gasped, bending down to draw your fingers against the white floor that you walked on. You were transfixed at the illusion that you were walking virtually on nothing, suspended in midair without a floor on ceiling and yet your feet walked upon some translucent white ground. Every law of physics seemed to be void here, for nothing could exist in a world where time and gravity faded from existence.
Dream and Geno exchanged a sort of glance and you couldn't help but feel slightly infuriated at their hesitation to explain the true nature of what was going on. You knew that you were on some mission to save a skeleton that you had never met before, but why did this concern you? Why did these two skeletons seem to be staring past you, searching for remnants of someone else?
"This is the Void," Dream explained, swooping his arms and gesturing to the never-ending encompass of white that surrounded you from head to toe. You couldn't help but feel a slight chill run down your spine at the emptiness of the dimension you walked through, as if you could forever wander through this world and never find a way out. "In all of reality, there are thousands and thousands of dimensions. Each dimension is sort of stacked up on top of one another and the empty space that fills them is the Void."
A thought occurred to you. "Do you live here?" you asked, wondering how anyone would want to do such a thing.
"The Void is the home for those like us that do not belong, creatures that were spat from their dimensions because of some glitch or flaw in their coding, left to rot away until the point of insanity. So yes, in a sense, Dream and I do live here," Geno mumbled into his scarf. The white patch that shrouded the better half of his skull flickered and threatened to cover the entirety of his face as the skeleton recalled some long forgotten memory.
"I don't belong here," you sputtered, looking back over your shoulder to see that the rift from your home world had vanished. "I'm sorry, but can't the two of you understand how crazy this all sounds? I just left the only place I've ever known, abandoned my species to be slaughtered by the monsters that comb the planet seeking to rip them to pieces. I know my brother is dead - " Your voice hitched in your throat. "But I have a duty to my world."
"Duty?" Geno doubled over in a fit of hysteria, shaking his head in an attempt to calm himself. Dream seemed on edge and the tips of his fingers moved to the bow strung behind his back. You wondered if the skeleton really trusted Geno. "Don't you realise that this small skirmish that is going on in Dimension Alpha 54 - the world we just came from - is nothing compared to the war that is ripping the whole of reality apart by the seams? The skeleton we are looking for is our only hope of stopping all of this!"
"I still don't understand why I'm a part of this," you growled, lips bared back in a soundless snarl. What idiot had you been to trust these skeletons? Even if they did live in this world of white, all monsters were the same. They were heartless creatures that would rip you apart at the slightest moment. Your hand fell to the gun holstered in your belt and you pulled it out in one fluid motion, cocking a bullet into the chamber and aiming it level with Geno's skull.
Dream's eyesockets darkened at the sight of the gun and he put himself between you and Geno. "Put the gun away," he instructed, his once warm tone had vanished entirely.
"No," you snarled, taking a step closer to him. Dream only took a step backwards, arms spread out as a makeshift shield for Geno. "You obviously need me for something otherwise you would have killed me. I want to know why."
This whole scenario seemed to worsen Geno's bout of hysteria. "You think that a gun can kill me?" Weightlessness took hold of you as the skeleton lifted you into the air, magic claiming possession over your soul. You thrashed against the invisible restraints that held you prisoner in the air but make no progress at escaping.
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Rising Storm [ Ink!Sans x Reader ]
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