Crossing Dimensions

Welcome! (pt. 1)

Somebody looks into the mirror, a slim, slightly petite figure of 18 with their figure staring back. That's right, it's you! You brushed your hair, feeling its tresses passing flimsily through the brush. You recalled a Japanese legend of the sort, with long dark hair. To your left, a faint outline of a person. Chara, of course. 

"You look cute!" They compliment, although only you can hear them. Although you couldn't see them, you can tell their compliment was genuine.  You grin in reply, thanking them.

You decide to walk around the neighborhood. Today, a ripe evening. There was a breeze that made you decide that it's the perfect time to walk outside. 

A June afternoon, with green meadows, scarfing the slopes, June winds whispering selfishly to you, and a multitude of roofs, ranging in plentiful colors, from red to outrageous pink cover your eyesight. You check your bunny-shaped clock, 4: 32 pm. 

"Mom, I'll be heading out!" You yell into the kitchen. Seconds later, droopy ears and short horns pop out and a long purple robe appears in your view. There's a symbol displayed on the robe.

"Out on a stroll, dear?" Toriel, or mom as you call her, asked with a baked pie in her hands. "I was about to ask if you wanted pie, but it seems you're going to be out." 

She sighs, placing the pie down on the kitchen table, and eyed your outfit critically. "Be back before 6. Put on a jacket, I don't want you catching a cold with those clothes on." 

You head back into your room to do as requested. 

The house itself is also of the same layout, still very much in tune with Toriel's style. You love living in this house, it's as if time stopped and you're stuck in the '90s. You head back to the kitchen to see Sans throwing puns, Toriel smiling pleasantly at his jokes. You grin at the scene and went on your way. 

"..[Y/N]! [Y/N]!" You snap out of your reverie with a gasp, and Chara laughed at your reaction. 

"Yeah?" You ask a bit dazed. You can feel a soft pounding in your head. 

"You're almost at the mountain, and you haven't told Sans anything. I don't think you should go there." They advise. You take it, thanking her. 

Once a week, you head into the mountain (with Sans, so he can get you out safely) and encourage Flowey to join you. Everyone knows what you're doing, and while a few try to stop you, you're determined to bring him back. You can at least keep him company, you thought. And for Chara's sake as well. 

As you continue walking, the soft, constant pounding grows. Without noticing, the ground underneath disappears, and you fell, unconscious. The last thing you saw is Chara's eyes forming in front of you as you trip into the dark abyss beneath. 

***

You came to someone lightly whispering your name. You felt your surroundings, fully expecting Flowey's mocking laugh to fill the air and golden flowers to cushion your fall. Instead, cold, ceramic floors graze your fingertips. You frown, then sit up.

The sight you come to is breathtaking. A courtroom of some sort surrounds you. In front of you, seven chairs, seated with men in strange, clad uniforms and a single tufted black crown- the chief judge, perhaps?- atop the 7 fills your sight, candles, and tall, long windows being the only light fixture available. You squint, and can faintly make out banners with pictures- is that a unicorn in the middle, you absentmindedly ask- as you try to take in the place. Said men on chairs glance your way, and you instinctively ball your hands into fists. Although this is not the best time to say so, you're glad to have been dressed modestly.

"Where are we?" Chara asked suddenly, loud and clear. She's still here, you though, faint with relief. Thank goodness! 

You stand up, and notice- Chara's back! Their sweater, her eyes, cheeks nose- it's all so clear! "Chara!" You cheer, wrapping your arms around the figure, arms ghosting through them.