The Multiverse Solution Center

Chapter 2: The Tour

    Ink opened a door in the room near the back and motioned for Classic to follow.

    "Come on. I don't bite," he said with a small chuckle. "Besides, I wouldn't dream of harming a Sans from another multiverse. That would just be wrong."

    Classic followed Ink immediately. This Ink didn't feel dangerous or scheming. He seemed nice and genuine. The one thing his mind couldn't shake was why he being so nice and why he hadn't seemed surprised by his explanation of how he got there. Had there been others before him with the same intent?

    "Are there ever others like me here?" he finally asked as they were walking down a hall.

    "Why do you ask?" Ink asked, looking at him questioningly.

    "It's just that, when I explained why and how I'm here, you didn't seem surprised at all. So, does that mean there were others before me?" Classic explained.

    "Well, I guess you are right," Ink replied. "But you shouldn't worry about them. We sent them back to their multiverses unharmed."

    Ink opened a door at the end of the hallway and ushered for Classic to go through. Classic walked through and saw that they had entered what seemed to be a waiting room. Classic wanted to ask Ink about it, but didn't have any time to do so as the Ink had already opened another door. The next hallway had many, many rooms. Each room had a different mark on it and when Classic turned to look if the door they had just come from had a mark, it had the exact same mark as the one that was holding Ink's cape up.

    "Something caught your eye?" Ink asked, confused.

    "What's with the marks?" Classic asked immediately.

    "Oh, that's it?" Ink replied with another small chuckle. "They're the seals of the Council Members."

    Classic looked at the marks along the doors again as he followed. A council? He wondered who all was on it. If this Ink had a seal, that meant that he was a part of this council.

    They were nearing the end of the hall when Classic heard a door open behind them. He turned around and saw another skeleton coming out of one of the rooms. His suit looked similar to Ink's, if not more fancy and more modest. It was a dark shade of purple with gold trims. He wore a cape just like Ink's except that it was black and the mark was different. The skeleton was too far away to make out what the mark was, but Classic couldn't recognize him at all.

The skeleton looked at him and then to Ink's back. His eye lights were a deep shade of lavender and were intelligent. He went back into the room when Ink turned around.

"You look like you've just seen something you didn't expect. Is something wrong?" Ink asked.

"Nothing. How about we go on with the tour," Classic said, thinking about the skeleton he just saw. He seemed familiar but he couldn't quite figure out why. He didn't remember ever meeting any Sans with lavender eye lights or a taste for black, gold, and dark purple. Who was he?

Ink and Classic continued around the Multiverse Solution Center. Ink pointing out interesting things and certain rooms and Classic listening to every word. The Multiverse Solution Center was a multiverse that had every universe contained in one universe. It's job was to protect and keep other multiverses in line. They did their best to not disrupt anything, but sometimes the codes would break for a brief second allowing people like Classic to enter the multiverse. They always sent the people home with no harm done so that their multiverse wouldn't be damaged by their disappearance.

Classic saw how this was important. If there was limited space in one multiverse, then there must be a limit to how many multiverses there could be. It made sense to Classic. He honestly respected this place. It was peaceful and good. This was the last thought Classic had before seeing someone he had hoped to avoid: Error.

Classic instantly made a bone attack and took aim.

"WoAh!" Error said, holding his hands in front of him in a harmless gesture. "WhaT's ThE MatTeR ClASsic?"

Classic was about to shoot when Ink put his hand in front of the attack.

"Don't shoot. This is only Error. Although he may be a villain in your multiverse, he's a member of the Council here," Ink explained.

Classic stopped and took another look at Error. He had a fancy suit like Ink's (it seemed like a dress code at this point) with his own cape held up by a mark that looked like three blue strings. He was wearing gloves that were black and his suit was dark red with a gold trim. Classic was confused at first by the gloves, but then he remembered that if Error was really angry, he could erase things with the tips of his fingers. It made sense that he would wear gloves. His cape was a rich blue and his slacks were pure black.

    "aNoTHer oNE?" Error asked with exasperation.

    He seemed to mutter something under his breath before he teleported away.

    "Sorry," Classic apologized.

    "It's okay. You just went with your instinct. You didn't know that Error was good here, so I won't hold you at fault," Ink said.

    Now that Classic thought about it, it made sense that his evil Sanses wouldn't be really evil here. It then hit him that Error must have left because he had hurt his feelings.

    "Will I be able to see him again?" Classic asked, wanting to know if he could apologize.

    "You might," Ink said. "He's not real warm to those from other multiverses. Especially ones where he's the villain. He finds it insulting sometimes."

    Classic's mind started to wander after that. Ink continued to show him around, but he wasn't really listening. If Error was a part of this Council, did that mean that Dream was a part of the Council, and worse, Nightmare himself?

~§~

    By the time they finished the tour, Classic was super tired. Night had fallen outside and the lights of the Plaza, as Ink had referred to it, were being put out. They headed back to Ink's office/room to see about allowing Classic to stay in a guest room for the night. Ink had said that he would provide help in fighting off his Dark Sanses after he had sent him home. He said he'd even be home by tomorrow!

    Classic threw himself into one of the comfy, plush chairs that stood in front of Ink's desk. While Ink was seeming to page someone by talking into a mic, Classic's attention was drawn to a sound just outside the door. He stared curiously at the door. It sounded like a cape brushing the door. Classic was about to get up before Ink called his name.

    "Well, looks like you'll be staying on the level just below us," Ink said cheerfully. "My assistant will take you to your room."

    Classic was completely shocked when Core Frisk entered the room with an annoyed look on her face. Classic was thinking that she would be a part of the Council, not Ink's assistant!

    "Follow her and you'll be home in no time," Ink said with his warm smile.

    "Can't wait," Classic said. With that and a yawn, he followed Core Frisk to his guest room.

~§~

    Classic looked around the room with awe. There were two big windows on either side of the bed that looked put open the Plaza and he could even make out the various districts (AUs) off in the distance. There was a big closet on the wall to the right of the bed and the bed was a pristine white.

    Classic teleported onto the bed, being too lazy to walk over. He felt like he had landed on clouds. The pillows were softer than anything he had ever felt and the covers were silky like satin. He used his magic to turn off the bedside lamp and he promptly fell asleep, listening to wind gently blowing against the window.

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    I can't wait to make the next part! Again, I own none of these characters.