The Multiverse Solution Center

Chapter 6: The Arena

Ink looked around the room that the Classic had been in. Nothing stood out except the messed up bed sheets. How could a Classic have possibly gotten out? Ink started walking around the room, searching for a magic trace if there was one. He checked the bed, near the window, and finally in front of the door. He was about to give up until he thought about the one place they hadn't checked yet.

Ink walked over to the closet to check for a trace. As soon as he opened the door, there it was. A significant magic trace. Ink was surprised that it was in the closet, but was even more surprised with how familiar it was. It felt like a certain someone's magic trace that kept teasing him about losing Classic.

— | Classic | —

It was a genocide. Dust blew by the windows of Judgement Hall as he sat there, leaning against one of the pillars. His hand was fiddling with the frayed edges of Papyrus' scarf as he waited.

What was he waiting for again? When Classic looked up, he wasn't in Judgement Hall anymore. He didn't know where he was. Everything was black and he couldn't see anything. Suddenly, spotlights appeared followed by Mettaton on a raised platform.

Classic was thinking this had to be a dream when, suddenly, Chara was right in his face with her knife, a murderous look in her eyes. The knife reflected the light streaming through the windows of Judgement Hall. Sans instinctively shot his hand up and bones impaled Chara mid air.

He expected the splatter of blood that would come from their wounds, but instead he was given a plate of spaghetti by Papyrus. He was sitting on his couch and a Mettaton showing was playing on the TV. What the heck?

Someone started knocking on the door. He went to open it and was met with a void. The knocking kept drumming in his head.

"Umm, hello? Are you still asleep or..." came a voice from the void.

Classic opened his eyes. Light streamed through the window from some unknown source while the knocking from his dream continued.

"I guess I'll just come back later," the voice said.

    "No, it's alright," Classic called out sleepily.

    He teleported to the door and opened it. He was met with two purple eye lights.

    "I'm sorry for waking you. It's just, when I saw some Nightmares and Dreams kind of surrounding the building, I thought that I should wake up whoever they were tormenting," the guy explained.

Classic couldn't help but jump back in surprise. This must be one of the versions of Nightmare Crazy talked about. But he looked more like Dream in style. His color scheme was the same, but he didn't wear a collared shirt and he wore a cape. Wait, did he say other Nightmares and Dreams were tormenting him?

"Can I come in?" the guy asked, nervously fiddling with his hands.

"Oh, yeah," Classic said, stepping aside to let him in. "What's your name anyways?"

"Illusion, at your service," Illusion said with a short and polite bow to Classic.

"Nice to meet you Illusion," Classic said, holding his hand out for a handshake. "Now, what do you mean by Dreams tormenting me?"

    "Oh, you know. Shattered Dream, Codeswitch Dream,... my brother...," he looked down at the last mentioned.

    "Well, uh, thanks for waking me up," Classic tried, feeling bad for this guy.

    "You're welcome," Illusion said, looking up again and putting on a smile. "If you want, I can introduce you. The sooner the better!"

    "What does that mean?" Classic asked slightly concerned.