"My name is Fantasy." ~ A Errorink story [OLD//CANCELLED]

"Who are you?"

[Previously...]

*“He had come to believe it that this was it, he had gotten the best of life and now was meeting his end.” the child sighed out to you

*“But, fortunately for Fantasy; this wasn't his Demise. For it was simply the beginning of his true story.”

Fantasy had gotten up slowly after days of waiting for someone to show up on their own. Finally, he began to walk, scared of what could become of him... Of what HAS become of him.

Drip drop drip. . .

His own melting form dripped and left a trail behind him in the gray void “Hello!?” he called out once more, his voice hoarse from trying to find any form of life aside for himself.

“Who's there!?” Finally, someone called back. Fantasy forcing himself to stop as his vision blurred up once again breathing getting sharper.

Why was he suddenly so, so panicked?

*The child looked at you with a smile, “He wasn't himself anymore, his form was broken and he couldn't see well. His bones now felt like paints the dripped away as he simply stood up. Now, he looked like a monster before, yes, but now he had felt like the definition of a Monster. A cruel, scary looking, monster and he hated it so much without even realizing it.”

*“So, he froze up,”

Darting backward, he felt the need to cry, the need to hide. More black tears leaking from his sockets.

A dot in the void- he can see them- NO, NO NO NO N— then everything went black, again.

*“Someone had found our Fantasy, unconscious and seemingly in pain. Though in truth he had only fainted due to panic.”

*“Hours later, our Fantasy had woken no longer in the gray void he woke in before. Nor was he home, it wasn't just a bad dream, for it finally dawned on him.”

He sat up, practically rolling out of the bed he was in from panic. A loud thud being made in the process. Causing another to run to the room in worry.

The door opening up, there stood the slightly taller skeleton. His clothes being a arrangement of pastel colors, flowers blooming out of cracks in his skull. Round purple-tinted glasses peacefully on his face.

“Are, Are you okay?” He chimed worriedly-

Fantasy's gaze hits the skeleton before him “Who are you?” he snapped immediately. “Where am I? How'd I get here?”

The unknown skeleton stepped forward “Please, Please, calm down. I'll answer any questions as soon as my brothers are home.” he saved his hands trying to get Fantasy to lay down once again.

“There's more of you!?” he panicked more

“Yes, now please sit down-!” He rose his tone ever so slightly stepping closer once again. “Please just trust me, Reality and Society will be home soon, we'll all answer questions.”

Fantasy shook lightly as he sat back on the bed.

“Thank you, thank you... Would you like anything?”

Fantasy shook his head no, he just needed to calm down.

*“He didn't know what to do, but his soon to be friend was determined to help him.”

To be continued...