Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Warm Welcome

Geno approached Ink's house. He glanced back to see if Fresh was still following. Sure enough, he was. He turned to look up at the house. He hadn't been back here for years. He felt the pixel over his eye fizzle. He reached under one of the pots and pulled up a key, which he used to unlock the door.

He pushed it open and slipped inside. They both got inside and shut the door. Geno pulled out his phone and texted Ink.

At the house. Gonna leave the spare on the counter

He sent it and tucked his phone away into his pocket. He blinked as he felt his phone vibrate. Wasn't Ink supposed to be in school? How'd he answered so fast? Geno rolled his eye and pulled it up, ready to scold him for texting in class.

He stopped. He had a message, but there was no number attached to it. He furrowed his brow and opened his phone to view it. He stared at the glitching letters.

WhY aRE yoU hERe

Geno froze. He wasn't sure how to answer. He stared at the phone for a moment. Finally, he typed back a reply.

Error? Is that you

He sent it and waited. He jumped as his phone screen fizzled and he kept getting texts full of nonsense and pixelated gibberish. He shut his phone off, shaking. He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Broski's here, ain't he?" Fresh asked quietly. Geno nodded.

Fresh blinked and pulled out his own phone. It was untouched. His case was a nightmare of tie-dye. "Yo, glitchy! C'mon, bro, say something!" He called through the empty house. Almost instantaneously, Fresh's phone lit up with a glitched text and he opened it. He snorted and Geno raised a brow. Fresh held his phone out.

Geno took it and a smile tugged across his face. "Yeah... that's him..." He smiled at the message.

sHUt iT 90'S tRaSh

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Dust twitched quietly as Toriel continued to speak and write on the board. Horror was next to him, keeping himself awake by jabbing himself in the empty eyesocket with his own bony fingers. Nightmare had clocked out, staring out the window as his tentacles flicked around him. Killer was also not paying attention, electing instead to fold the paper he was using to take notes on into a paper airplane.

Dust tapped the desk quietly. "Brother..." He froze instantly. He focused as the ghostly form of Papyrus cane into view. Just the head and two gloves hands, a red scarf drifting off into nothingness. Dust raised his brow, signaling to Papyrus that he was listening.

The ghostly skeleton hummed. "Why haven't you killed one of them...? The black-eyed one has a lot of LV, brother..." Dust's gaze twitched over to Killer for a moment before he shook his head. He picked absentmindedly at his magic restraints with a bony finger. Papyrus stared at him with piercing, glowing orange eyes. "Why not, brother??"

Dust picked up the pencil he was writing with and gestured for Papyrus to come over. He would get yelled at if he spoke out loud. The ghostly skeleton did so, leaning over Dust's shoulder. Dust began to write. Papyrus didn't speak for a moment.

They are my friends.

The ghostly skeleton blinked. "We do not need friends, brother. We need LV..." The skull spoke in a scolding tone. Dust twitched before writing again. His handwriting was scrawled.

Can't even do anything with these fucking restraints, Paps.

The ghostly skeleton hummed and nodded. "Ah, yes... stupid restraints... How shall we get rid of them, brother?" The ghostly skull drifted around to float in front of Dust. Dust didn't know how to answer.