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It’s the first thing you see when you manage to gather your wits. You slowly blink, like it was the first time you have ever done such an action. But, you’re pretty sure that you have done it before. After a few moments of thinking about it, you dismissed the thought and chose to focus on your surroundings.
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More blank
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No matter in which direction you looked at, you only saw blank. It wasn’t the color white kind of blank. It was the type of blank that didn’t have anything, smell, color, or even texture.
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But..
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You don’t panic...
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Like you know you should be panicking, that what anyone would do if they woke up in a place that looks like one of those scenes in scary movies that show a white room in an insane asylum but 10 times worse, you should be scare about where are you and what is this place, you most probably be crying for help and see if someone else is here.
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Y O U D O N ‘ T F E E L A N Y T H I N G.
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You know that this emptiness is not normal, that the hollowness you feel in your chest is unnatural, and you should probably do something about it, try to figure out why you’re like this. But...
You really can’t convince yourself to do anything, just stare blankly ahead into nothingness.
You don't know how long you have been there, doing nothing, not moving nor even blinking. Not even feeling anything, you are as blank as your surroundings.
But, at some point, you hear something. It was a faint sound of liquid moving, like a river that turns into a waterfall. It was pretty low, but for you, who hasn’t heard anything for who knows how long, it was intense, so aloud that you know it would be impossible to not notice.
Then, it hit you…
Quite literally, you were hit by some type of liquid. It felt like you were standing under a waterfall and letting the flow of the water hit you. You find yourself covered in it, it was different from the blankness you have accustomed to.
It was a bright color, so bright that it popped out from your surroundings. Its texture was thick but smooth without any bumps.
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You wonder what it’s called.
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‘Yellow’ whispered a voice. You couldn’t pinpoint where it originated from, your mind or was it someone else.
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Then you felt it, something in the middle of your chest that started to warm up. It started small, but it gradually became more and more stronger, to the point in which you couldn’t contain it any longer.
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You started laughing, it wasn’t like a low chuckling one. No, it was one of those belly laughs that shook all your body from how hard you were doing it. It was so intense that you felt tears pricking from the corners of your eyes.
Be it from the relief or the joy of finally being able to fill that hole within you, you’re not sure, but it doesn’t matter, all that is important is that you were feeling something. Now that you have the motivation to move, now it’s time to see where you are.
You manage to calm yourself after a couple of minutes laughing, you wipe the tears from your eyes and start looking around. Besides the yellow liquid you only see nothing, which wasn’t new.
You raise your hand to scratch your head when you catch sight of it. You’re pretty sure that your hand did not look so bony and you’re most certainly sure that your hand didn’t have the palm black while your fingers were white. You raise the other one and find that it too looks the same as the first one.
You stare curiously at the new appearances of your hands, moving and turning them to see them better. You wonder if anything else has changed. You look at your forearms and find that they, like your palms, are black too. Still wanting to see more of what happened to your body, you move your sight from your forearms and see black line spreading up your arms. You put a finger on top of one and start tracing the lines, which by doing so showed you what else was different from you. First thing you notice is that you're naked, which normally would make you feel exposed and embarrassed, but you just feel indifferent. Besides it didn’t matter, because when you kept observing, you took note that you didn't have anything to flash,literally.
You’re a skeleton, like those from the Halloween store and in horror movies. You see that the lines spread all across your body, from your ribs -wow that’s weird to say- to the palms of your feet, which along with the bones connected to your pelvis -femur you think is called-, are black like your palms.
So, if your body is one of a skeleton, then it must mean...
‘Yup.’ you thought to yourself as you pass your hand over your head, which so happens to be hairless and smooth. That must mean that, along with the rest of your body, it changed and turned into a skull. Then you start touching your face, feeling your teeth- no lips to be found-, your nose hole and then your eyes sockets. You pass your hands on your cheekbones and feel something on the cheekbone on the right side of your face. It’s as if it got stained and no matter how hard you rub it, it won't get off, so you decide to let it be for now.
You slowly move around your body, feeling like a newborn, which could be true seeing it was the first time you ever moved, and trying to register all your limbs. After a few seconds -or what felt like seconds-, you start to stand up. You start tilting to one side, you gasp and try moving your arms around trying to regain balance. Luckily, you manage to find it before you could fall, causing you to sigh of relief.
“Good.” said an unfamiliar voice.
You look around surprised by the sudden noise, but couldn’t find anyone, just the same old emptiness. You were confused.
‘Where...’
“Where…”
You didn’t manage to finish your thought, for the voice started saying the same thing at the same time.
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Is that your voice?
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You don’t remember sounding anything like that. It sounds deeper than you remember yourself sounding, but not deep enough to be considered grave. It sounds like the voice of a young adult, about in their early 20s. It can be considered a nice voice to hear, but not too much for it could get annoying.
But, that’s besides the point, which so happens to be figuring out where you are and who you are.
You try to think of what you remember last, but by doing so causes you to have a headache. You grunt and put your head in your hands and massage it, trying to ease the pain.
“Now, that wasn’t fun.” you said in a low voice, hissing when your skull gave a pulse against the action. After a few moments the pain passes and you let go of your head.
“Let’s try that again, shall we?” you’re not sure why you’re talking it out loud, maybe it was to feel less alone.
You try again to remember anything and this time you brace yourself against the pain that attacked your head.
You want - no, NEED- to know who you are and how you got here and nothing is going to stop you, not even a little headache.
Then, as if sensing your stubbornness, something in your mind shifts.
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Your eyes sockets widen.
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You remember...
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You remember your family, remember all the hardships you went through together. You remember your group of friends, that even though a bit crazy, you love them to bits. Remember that you had a decent life, had a job and everything.
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You remember walking to the store to buy some last minute ingredients for a dish you wanted to try, when, as you cross the road with the light at your favor, you hear screaming. You turn around and see people pointing down the road and see a pickup truck not stopping for the light. As people moved out of the way, you see that a small kid, no older than 6 years old, got left behind and the truck was heading their way.
You didn’t think, just acted. You remember pushing against the crowd making your way towards the kid and just as you got close enough to reach them, the truck was too close for the both of you to avoid. You grab the kid and pull them back and away from the truck’s trajectory. But in doing so, the momentum you gain to pull the kid away pushed you into its trajectory. It hit, you remember being in pain and hear people screaming for help. Then nothing.
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You died.
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Got killed trying to save a child’s life.
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But you can’t bring yourself to be angry or sad about that fact. Just happy that the kid managed to survive the accident. You had a happy life and the kid’s one was just starting, you couldn’t let that happen to them, to end their life so prematurely. They most likely didn’t know what they wanted in life, you, on the other hand, already gained it. You had your friends, your dream job, and even was part of a fandom of Undertale. After getting home from work, taking a shower and get changed, you liked to look at the newest posts, especially if there was a post about babybones version of Sans and Papyrus, you adore them. Be it the newest drawings or even reading some fanfics to pass the time.
You like to hear the music cover people made for the main characters. But what you liked the most was the Multiverse theory, in which multiple timelines exist and everyone could have the same or different aspects. You like all the different Aus people come up with Underswap and, even the most misunderstood, Underlust, you like to think that their sans can be respectful, if a bit flirty. Even the other multiverses that are different from the original one, like Accidentverse and Empireverse.
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Heh, you even remember seeing a comic in where Error gets annoyed by In-
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Wait a minute-
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Skeleton, white bones with blacks lines that look like tattoos, and a spot in the right cheekbone that’s stained. That emptiness that you felt before you got covered in the liqu- no- the paint and then had the ability to feel something.
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It should be impossible for this to happen. This kind of stuff only occurs in movies, games, heck even in fanfics.
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But you don’t have any other explanation for this...
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Oh
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My
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God
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“I turned into Ink.” you whispered in a breathless tone.