Rising Storm [ Ink!Sans x Reader ]

The Aftermath

"Is that it?"

I watched in grim amusement as the human paced back and forth, their primitive mind struggling to come to terms with the ending of the story. "But how can that be possible, how is that fair? You don't know if they ever managed to find one another or if there's even a happy ending at all."

"Not all stories end the same way," I replied. "Some of them do end up with a nice bow on top, but then where is the fun in that? You know how it ends with a finite guarantee, every detail laid out for you to understand. No, I think I like endings like this one, shrouded in mystery, never knowing quite how it ends, whether it be for the better or for the worse."

The human looked at me with growing suspicion. "You speak about this story like its true, like it actually happened before. And if that's the case, if I actually did all the stuff that you spoke about, then how come I can't remember any of it? I know about this cycle, being trapped in this endless loop where I die and move onto another timeline, unable to remember anything from my precious lives. But if I did all of that stuff, than shouldn't there be even just a whisper at the least, some faint memory in the back of my mind? How could I have done all those things and not remember anything? Sometimes it feels like you're making all of this up."

"If I made all of this up, then I would be a fantastic storyteller," I agreed. "There is truth behind these words (Y/n), but this is just one tale out of the thousands that you have lived through. If I wanted to recount every adventure that you have been through, we would be here until the end of time and my voice does grow ever so tired of speaking. I do believe that it is time for you to be moving onto the next life, to start anew and embark on another adventure."

"But what if I don't want to?" There was desperation in the human's eyes now. "Why can't I just die like everything else in the multiverse? I'm sick of this, sick of being in this endless cycle where I can't even remember anything that I've done. How is this fair? Why does everyone get to live one life, one fleeting existence while I'm damned to forever be in this trap?"

"Sometimes," I pondered the answer for a moment, "fate has a habit of choosing one soul in a pool of trillions to beat and bat around for no reason apart from the fact that you were the unlucky one, chosen out of chance and forced to suffer for an eternity because of it."

The human cast a tentative glance down at a rift that has formed near their feet, beckoning them to jump through, to continue onwards with this cycle. "I don't want another story like the one you just told me," they replied, their voice shaking. "I don't want to fall in love and have that ripped away from me like it meant nothing. It's not fair, it's not right."

"And yet the wheel turns and it is a game you must play," I sighed. "You are trapped with no way of escape other than playing this game. Like it or not, this is your reality and it is something you must endure."

"You know," the human replied with a wry smile on their face, "after all this time we've been together, even when you were telling me this story, you never bothered once to say your name."

"My name does not matter," I shrugged, "though it's obvious if you know where to look. Don't forget."

"It's not like I have a choice," (Y/n) responded, looking down at the rift in front of them. "But we'll be seeing each other again, I assume? After this life, I'll be back here again. In fact, I've probably talked with you thousands of times before, haven't I?"

I returned their knowing grin and looked from the rift back to (Y/n).

"So, where do you want to go next?"