A/N: So! I played Undertale, and I am absolutely in love with it. So obsessed I felt the need to come out of hiatus for it. Cuz Sans is friggin amazing. So yeah, here I am with my second story. Hope you all like it! Takes place post Pacifist run. I'll try and make my OC original, interesting, and not TOO obtrusive. Let me know if you see me making any mistakes! Feel free to leave CC!

Chapter 1: The Missing Link

Roma

I took a moment to collect myself, as my form started wobbling, and my head started swimming once my feet collided with the ground. Ugh...where am I now?

"heh. good to see ya again, kid. been a while," a familiar baritone greeted.

I smiled as I righted myself, facing the anthropomorphic blue silhouette sitting at the bar stool. "Oh, hey! Good to see you too, Papyrus!" I was so happy and grateful to whatever part of my brain came up with these dreams that I got to have this dream again.

"how about you take a seat next to me?" he offered, patting the stool next to him.

I smiled as I strolled toward the bar up front, enjoying the pub's light, easy going atmosphere. We were in a bar called Grillby's. The bar itself was small, containing a few simple tables and booths, and a jukebox and pool table in the corner. People were never in it, since I apparently only came after hours (according to Papyrus). Made sense since I was sleeping, so it'd be night time. Despite that, it still felt very warm and welcoming. I took in the faint smell of grease, finding it more comforting rather than gross.

I took my seat next to him, smiling at him. Or it felt like I was. I was actually a silhouette like him right now, only I was an earthen brown color. I always took this form when I dreamed.

"So, Papyrus, what've you been up to?" I asked, curious as to what wacky new story my friend had to tell me.

The silhouette looked like it shrugged. "not much. um...my friends and i all got in to the uh, colleges we wanted."

"That's amazing!"

"yep."

I pouted at his ever lax reaction. "You don't seem as amazed as you should be."

"well, you know me," he replied, cheeky mirth in his voice.

I sighed, resting my cheek on my hand. "Yeah, I do. Always moping around, not caring about a thing."

"you got it kid."

I frowned. "Well, if you aren't happy for yourself, aren't you happy for your friends' sake?"

That seemed to get him. His silhouette dimmed, implying complacency. "well, yeah. i just uh, dunno how much it really matters, in the grand scheme of things. ya get me?"

"I'm not sure if I do. Doesn't it make more sense to live in the moment, instead of sitting around wondering what else there might be?"

"well...what if you already knew everything there was to know about the world you lived in? how happy would you be then?" he asked. I could feel his sadness emanating from his silhouette, which made sense. After all, according to him, we were present as our souls right now, explaining our silhouette form. It was very easy to feel his emotions. Although it's just a dream.

"You know everything there is to know about your world?" I asked, not believing him.

He sighed. "yep."

I thought about that. "Well. I don't know what it would be like if I knew everything...in my case, I'd be really depressed. Nothing new to learn or explore."

"yeah..."

I smiled. "But, if you knew everything to come, than wouldn't that just make it even easier to focus on the present, since there'd be no need to focus on the future?" I smirked. "And besides, you don't know what I'll say next, do you?"

He thought about that. "ya know, you really got me rattled there. you're right kid. maybe I don't snow everything after all."

I chuckled. It was snowing outside. "That was terrible."

"I thought it was pretty good. i wanda what would make you think it wasn't."

I snorted. "The timing, for one thing. And how did that rattled pun even make sense?"

He ignored that last comment. "wow, a critique on my puns? most people just laugh. aren't you something special?"

"Yep," I said teasingly.

"well, you're right about that too," he said, smiling at me. "cuz I don't know what you'll say next. that makes you pretty special to me."

I couldn't help but blush from the praise. "Th-thanks."

"no problem. now, what's going on with you? you know i like hearing you more than talking."

"Ha! Oh, well..."

We continued to chat the night away. I just talked about all the tiny discoveries I'd made in the past month that we hadn't talked. Things like my new favorite style of egg, what makes babies laugh, whether squirrels liked chicken, etc. I thought it'd bore him, but he seemed very entertained by me. I also got him to talk some. He mostly talked about his brother, Sans, who he thought was really cool.

"hey kid, look outside."

I did, and it seemed to be slightly brighter outside. It was always dark out apparently, according to Sans and the little I've seen of this place, but it gets less dark in the morning.

"Oh...heh. Did I waste your whole night? Sorry about that..."

"don't fret, kid. a night with you is a night well spent."

I blushed again as he continued speaking. "well, time for me to get up."

I smiled. Papyrus had claimed that he was dreaming too. "Oh? Got an alarm clock?"

He chuckled. "something like that."

I smiled, albeit a bit sadly. "Well, I'll see you later than."

"see ya kid. try and visit more often, will ya?"

"Same to you."

And on that note, his soul evaporated in to the air. I smiled as I picked myself up from my seat, and made my way out of the bar.

"Roma? ...Roma, please! It's time to wake up! It's nine A.M.! You have your World History course soon, remember? Ken will be here any minute to pick you up!"

I slowly forced my eyes open, my mind still bogged down from last nights dream. I went to the 'canvas room' again.

"Hm...did you have another one of those dreams?"

I turned my head from the ceiling to my left. Reginald, my butler, was hovering next to my bed, his eyes charged with concern. I shrugged with a small smile, sitting up.

"Yeah," I spoke in a cracking voice.

He sighed. "They're becoming more frequent."

"Well, what can you do?"

"Um...we could-"

"I'm not going to another doctor," I affirmed, smiling despite my irritation. "They all see nothing wrong with my brain. It'd be a waste of money!"

He was clearly bothered. "But you know that-"

"Listen, I'm really happy that you care, but like you said, I've got to get to class!" I insisted with my tired smile, not wanting to have the same old conversation.

He seemed displeased, but he decided to relent for now. "Alright, you have a point...but we're discussing this later."

I sighed, not looking forward to having the same conversation again. But still, I was filled with gratitude that he cared so much.

For now, Reginald left my room, and I left to my restroom to freshen up. I flung off the large comforter and climbed out of the twin bed. My bare feet hit rich mahogany floor as I made my way to my bedroom bathroom.

I stripped my clothes off on to my bathrooms white marble floor, and climbed in to the shower. I sighed contently once I felt the warm water lick my slightly sun kissed skin, and I began to reminisce about my dream. There had been more to it than just my pleasant time at the bar.

I remembered the first part of last night's dream. I had seen that kid from before again. I'd had several dreams about them. They traveled through this world with tons of monsters, helping out all of them as they went along. I could never figure out if the kid was a boy or a girl, so I just resorted to calling them by 'they' to make it easier on me. I supposed it was a nice dream at the end of it, though it left me confused as to what the dream could mean. Kind of like of like...well, all my dreams. Last night's dream was no different; I saw the kid in the 'canvas room', with some shadowy being talking to them. I couldn't make out what they were saying though; I was too far away. Something about 'resets', whatever that meant.

The 'canvas room' is a place that I often go to in my dreams. It's an infinite space that's either entirely white, or entirely black. I called it the 'canvas room', since it reminded me of a canvas. Not only the color, but the endless amount of things that I could find in it. I don't know why I go there so often in my dreams, but I do. In fact, it's where nearly all my dreams start.

Often times when I went there, I'd see nothing but white or black. But when I looked down, I'd see the whole world beneath me. It was actual quite beautiful, really. Often times I'd look down and suddenly experience the sensation of falling. When that happened, I'd end up in some random, dreamed-up place.

I smiled as I thought about the second part of my dream. The one with Papyrus.

Those were interesting dreams. One night, I dreamed that I was in the canvas room, and when I looked down, I teleported/fell, having no clue where I was. When I came to, I noticed I was inside that bar. Inside the bar with me was that same blue silhouette. When I asked him who he was, he said 'it's not smart to give out names to strangers'. So I told him I'd just give him an alias and he could do the same. So I told him my name was Wanda. He waited for a second, and than said his name was Papyrus. We waited around for a bit, until I eventually asked if he wanted to chat until I awoke, explaining that this was a dream. He shrugged and agreed, saying he was dreaming too. We chatted for a while, until he told me it was morning. I smiled and told him it was time for me to leave. He smiled and said goodbye, and I was thankfully able to leave. But another night, I came to the same bar, and found Papyrus again. He remembered me, and seemed pleased to see me again. To be honest, I was happy to see him too. So we chatted through another night. Than another. Than another.

I smiled. It was a thing now. Every now and than, I dreamed of him, and we chatted.

He claimed he was dreaming too. I knew it was a little silly...but I'd heard of people who can communicate with each other in their dreams. So maybe this was the same? I always liked the idea that this 'Papyrus' person was real, and I had a sort of pen pal. Except he'd be a dream pal. Whatever.

I sighed over the my butlers reaction to my dreams, as I rinsed out my auburn hair. My butler was worried about these dreams because they tended to be very...realistic. Detailed and realistic, to say the least. The places I'd end up in went from as simple as some persons room, watching a person sleep, to places as outlandish as caves with anthropomorphic fish. No matter where I went though, I had no control over anything physical, and it was rare for someone to notice me. When they did though, I've had some interesting conversations with them. Just ordinary dreams, I guess. Except that no matter where I went, it felt very real.

So real and involving that some mornings I wouldn't wake up. I'd just stay trapped in the dream, with Reginald desperately trying to wake me up for hours.

I grinned. Don't get me wrong, the dreams were a lot of fun. I've seen some pretty amazing things unfold in my dreams, with the most outlandish looking characters. And I've gotten to explore some incredible places. If it were up to me, I'd let the dreams continue. But, they're worrying Reginald, so I'm trying to stop them for his sake. I chuckled. Looks like I'm always causing trouble with my wandering, real or not real.

I slapped hot water as I woke myself up. Now quit your moping around! You're out of that dream world, so here's another day in the real world to explore! Now get ready for it!

With newfound vigor, I finished washing and catapulted myself out of the shower. Yep, today was certainly going to be an incredible day. Even more incredible than I would've thought.

"So...uh. How's it going?" I asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Alright, I guess," my burly chauffeur said from the drivers seat. Well...he was more like a bodyguard. I may or may not be a millionaire.

"Um...anything new?"

"No."

I lied back against my leather seat, looking out the window as we stopped at a red light. It was a beautiful day outside. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. I'd much rather be talking to those birds. The sun was shining brightly on the clear day as people strolled by, all seeming to have something to do. I thought about what they could be doing. Since this was a shopping plaza, most people were entering the quaint stores. There were so many new stores, and I hadn't gotten to explore any of them.

I sighed at my thoughts. My mind was roaming as much as I wanted to. I had even dressed for it; I was in some jean shorts that came up just above my knees, a plain green T-Shirt, white sneakers, and my hair was in a ponytail that fell to my shoulder blades. I had forgotten I'd be stuck with this guy. I appreciated his services, of course...except I didn't actually appreciated his services. I smirked, deciding I might ditch him after class. If Mr. Jackson decided not to chew my head off for being late, first.

"Ah, Ms. Smith. Late again, are we?" Mr. Jackson remarked sarcastically, as I came bustling in to the small classroom. It was pretty standard; a small room, with blank walls and floors (I found it calming), and a few desks with around twenty kids in the room, and Mr. Jackson standing in the front with his power point starting up. He was an old man in an old grey suit with a balding head, and wrinkles forming on his forehead. You could just feel the sass, it was remarkable.

"Sorry! I slept in..." I said apologetically, bustling in to a desk with my little bag.

"Did you think you think you'd be able to pay your way in to the class and in to my good graces?"

Ouch. He knew how to hit where it hurt. It filled me with admiration.

"Not at all sir, I'm sorry to disturb the class..."

He squinted at me before turning to his laptop, starting the power point. "I would hope so. Alright class, we'll be starting at the Bronze Age..."

I rapidly took notes, still licking my wounds. I had actually managed to get in to this college at nearly a full ride. I just didn't like it when people commented on my wealth, and Mr. Jackson had already figured that out. Well, at least he was as good at teaching as he was at dealing out sass!

I listened to him with vigor, fascinated with the tales of the past. Hearing the stories of past civilizations and cultures filled me with awe and wonder. It was why I wanted to be an archaeologist or something. I continued to write notes until class was out. When class was over, I apologized to Mr. Jackson again, commending him on his presentation once more. It fell on deaf ears, so I left, not bothering to talk to anyone. I had a plan.

I walked out in to the brick hallway of the building. Instead of making my way down it, I simply went to the closest window, checked to see if anyone was looking, and escaped through the back of the building. I was going to ditch Ken after all, who was waiting to pick me up at front. I felt bad, but not too bad. He was still going to get paid, and he obviously didn't appreciate my company. Beside, I've always been a pretty cooperative person until my exploring is infringed upon. And I lived here, yet it felt like I hadn't been to town in the past few months. So of course I was going to go explore while I had the chance! The town was changing rapidly, and there was so much new stuff to see! I'd be damned if I was going to get stuffed in some fancy car instead. With my plan in mind, I slipped out the window and bolted off the campus towards the shopping plaza.

I grinned as I walked briskly through the streets, my skin basking in the sun and wind of a calming bright spring day. I walked past large buildings and the sounds of cars, birds, and crowds to get to my destination. Finally, after a few minutes of walking, I made it to the shopping plaza. A large plaza with several orange brick roads and roundabouts connected to each other, edged with unique restaurants and shops, and dotted with palm trees, fountains, and all the people walking around, strangely far from my entrance. The sight of the plaza filled me with beauty.

As I walked in to the plaza, I excitedly began to think of where I would go first. The clothing stores, the restaurants, or...

I stopped in my tracks as I entered the plaza. To my right, secluded in a little corner from most of the rest of the plaza, and most of the people I was now noticing, was some sort of stand, with a person collapsed on it. I inspected it further, and my eyes widened.

Um...is that a skeleton sleeping at a hot dog stand?

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Next one is on Sans. I'll update again soon, please leave a review if you can! Have a great day :)