You make your bed. You should have made it this morning, but you were in such a rush to get to uni that you didn't have time. So now you have to do it, exhausted, as your (colour) hair falls into your face. Lately, you haven't even had time to get a cut, between school and work. Not to mention these terrible nights you've been having. Nightmares, tossing and turning, not to mention the vomiting and feelings of terror.
You sigh and lay down in the freshly made bed. You didn't have to make it of course, but you figure what's the harm, maybe it will help you sleep (although it never has before). As you settle for the night, you open up a fanfic site on your phone, happily reading some sweet new Deltarune fics while you try to settle in for the night. Thank god for the return of the Indie darling Toby, it really made your Halloween special, and thankfully, you had the day off, too. It was hard to find moments of enjoyment like that lately, but you really loved this new game, it brought back memories of playing Undertale, back when you were less busy. You try not to reminisce too much, you're still young, after all, surely your life had to get more exciting sooner or later?
Pushing these thoughts out of your mind, you decide it's time to try sleeping. You put your phone under your pillow and roll onto your side. As you drift off for the night, you are struck by incredible feelings of fear. You gasp, arms failing, but you are falling, deep into the dark. You can't breathe, it's hard to think, it… it hurts. You cry louder, and your roommate hears. The door swings open. "Y/N! Y/N! What's wrong?" But everything fades, leaving you with nothing but dread.
"WE HAVE DONE IT". His voice fills the air, screeching and unnatural, a shadow of his former self. "THE ANOMALY, THE PLAYER, WE HAVE DISPLACED THEM INTO THIS REALITY, I KNOW IT". The other one, smaller and stout, shifted uncomfortably. "WHAT IS THE MATTER? WAS THIS NOT OUR GOAL?".
"Of course it was, it's just, well… Never mind" he finally answered with a sigh. "NO MATTER. WE ARE CLOSER TO OUR GOALS NOW, YOU MUST TAKE SOLACE IN THAT. GO AND RETRIEVE THEM FROM THE CHAMBER, I CAN SEE THEM NOW, BUT I DO NOT WISH TO SCARE THEM. DO THIS FOR ME". The other turns away, he had no choice now, what's done is done and it probably won't matter in the end, anyway. He felt a cold, static charged hand on his shoulder. "TRUST ME, SANS".
