Everyone dreams about something, but it is not always real. Y/n often dreams about peaceful thungs, never having any nightmares. But recently she has been dreaming about skeletons, monsters to be exact. They always looked different, and never really did anything but watch her. It isnt until a blue one with red, star-shaped pupils shows up that it changes. He was clingy, always touching Y/n and seemingly purring. Apparently the others knew, seeing as a yellow octopus one became a tad touchy. Rubbing her arm or shoulder, ocasionally grabbing her chin, it was weird. One though, that seemed to cry black tears did something unexpected. He bit her, directly on the shoulder. The creepiest part was when he spoke. "We'll meet again," he had said. "And i'll bring my friends too." Y/n thought it meant nothing at first, but was quickly proved wrong when she awoke with an aching shoulder; looking over to see a, still bleeding, bite mark in full view. And when the skeleton's words echoed in her head, she felt a sense of dread fill her as she froze. The skeleton was real, they were ALL real. And she was destined to meet them, one way or another. "Im truly doomed, arent I?"
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You were the assistant to Alphys, her co-worker tinkered on a very curious machine in the same department you worked at, incidentally that co-worker was your chosen soulmate. His name? Sans, Sans the skeleton. You didn't really spend any time with him or rather he was purposefully avoiding you, knowing that he also knew you were soulmates tethered by a soulmate connection. The only reason he allowed you to be around was mostly because of your ability to put things into your memory with excellent accuracy to remember important things like a certain blueprint or a recipe for medicinal use. You had tried multiple times to befriend Sans but everytime he looked quite uncomfortable so you stopped trying to force him into a friendly relationship. One night you had been left alone with the curious machine as you had leftover work to do and one event led to another.
You wish you hadn't cut the string.