Alright, so I'm not entirely sure on even starting this story, I'm more just typing this to get the idea out of my head. If you're reading this, you either broke into my computer or I was dumb enough to post this.
I'm not even entirely sure where I'll go with this, if I go anywhere with it at all, and I doubt I have the time to update it more than once every few weeks.
So... This first chapter won't explain a lot, but please don't confuse questions for plot holes, though with my luck there'll be a few of those.
Note the fact that this is not some stupid self insert, it just happens to be written in first person.
No offense to people who do self inserts. I just don't particularly care for them.
Anywho, if you're reading this, I suppose I should tell you...
You're going to have some kind of time depending on what your opinion of the story is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale
Golden pedals and blinding light.
That's what I woke up to that morning. Not my alarm, not my parents, just the light burning my eyes from the top of that hole.
... Why was I in a hole?
My body burned with the pain that can only come from falling from how ever many feet it was from that hole to this bed of golden flowers.
Come to think of it, this was more of a deep cave than a hole.
And it looked oddly familiar.
I forced myself to sit up, looking around. I felt something in my pocket, and reached in, pulling out a pen.
"Huh... Where did that come from?" I asked myself. "And why, of all questions I should have, is that my first one?" I added, looking around this cavern.
As I stood, I noticed the headphone cord running from my ears, where the earbuds were draped over, not actually in my ears to allow hearing.
"Unhuh... Well, this is a strange fever dream." I stumbled my way to the exit, and looked back once more at the bed of flowers I'd landed on.
It almost looked like someone else had landed their earlier than me.
"Heh... It's funny..." I said to myself, walking through the door into another room, where another hole in the cave ceiling shone down to a single spot on the floor, where it looked as if a flower had been plucked from the ground.
Or went back into it.
"This place almost looks like..." Panic was beginning to rise in my voice as the similarities were beginning to register.
"Heheh..." I laughed nervously, feeling cold sweat forming on my skin. "Yep, definitely a weird dream! Heheh..."
I couldn't remember a lot, and was really trying to as I stepping through that room, glancing down into the empty flower hole.
No demonic flower to be found.
I stepped through yet another door, and as I was stared down by the looming ruins, I gulped.
But somewhere, deep down, I felt something strange...
Determination?
From me?
Definitely strange...
I had been trying fairly hard to beat down the panic rising in me. So what if I was in some sort of video game? I mean, all questions aside, this was obviously just a dream.
No matter how much Undertale breaks the forth wall, it could never...
I found myself staring at a glowing gold star, shifting as it awaited my touch.
I slowly reached for it, and as I touched it, a screen popped up.
*The shadow of the ruins looms above, filling you with DETERMINATION. All HP restored.
"This... This dream really pays attention to detail, huh..?" I gulped as I heard that familiar saving sound.
"Okay... Okay, stop panicking. If you are, somehow in Undertale, then I'm sure you'll be fine. I mean, the characters are nice, Frisk should be dealing with all of the real problems, and who knows, maybe I can just sit with good ol' goat mom until we all get to the surface?"
As I tried to convince myself things were going to be fine, I went through the ruins, memory of the game serving quite well.
But I felt my hopes sink as I reached something.
A dummy, viciously smashed apart by what could have been a stick, cotton all over the ground.
As I got to the next save, I noticed the Froggit there was gone.
*Playfully crinkling through the leaves fills you with DETERMINATION. HP restored.
I felt myself picking up the pace as I went through the ruins, remembering the puzzles well.
I reached Spider Bake Sail, but I had no money. And even if I had some, it seemed there were no spiders.
"M-man, the Ruins are unusually dusty... Heheh..." I gulped once more as I went on, the three Froggits of the next room missing.
I felt myself break into a sprint, rushing up the steps and into Toriel's home.
"Uh... Hello?" I called out. Nobody came.
I rushed through the home, into the living room first. A book was set down, reading glasses set on top of it.
"No no no no..." I ran into the kitchen, finding a large pie missing one or two slices.
"I'm gonna need this..." I told myself, taking hold of the pie. It suddenly disappeared, and a screen appeared before me.
It read my name, my LV (One, of course.), and my HP. I looked into the option labeled Stats.
Weapon: Pen.
Armor: Headphones.
"... Oh sweet merciful Neptune everything in this game is going to kill me..." I gulped, reading the description of my items.
Pen:
Mightier than the sword. + 2 Attack.
Headphones:
Some music should keep you DETERMINED, right? + 1 Defense. + 1 Speed.
"Well at least some music can apparently make me faster... I won't question that..." I muttered, before remembering what I was supposed to be doing.
I closed out of my items, now full of pie slices, and sprinted down the halls.
I ran down the stairs, coming to a long hallway, which I also sprinted down.
"Y... You... Really hate me that much..?"
My eyes widened, and my speed increased.
"Now I see who I was protecting by keeping you here."
I shook my head, my feet pounding against the tile floor.
"Not you... But them..!"
My feet pounded almost as loud as my heart.
"Ha... Ha..."
I ran out into the open, sliding to a stop as I watched a pile of dust fall to the ground, a child slightly shorter than me standing before it, holding a blood soaked toy knife.
"O-oh no..." Slipped out of my mouth.
The looked slowly over their shoulder at me, eyes icy cold as they stared directly into my soul.
"Who are you?" They asked as they turned to face me, and I unconsciously pulled out my pen, pressing the button on the top and bringing out the point.
I couldn't find the words, fear clear on my face as they stepped closer, and I stepped back.
"You aren't supposed to be here." Their grip on the knife tightened.
"H-heh... M-my thoughts exactly." I managed to choke out, and as their hair covered their eyes, a small smirk tugged at their lips, a red glow coming from their right eye.
"This is my game... And you have no place in it." They grit their teeth, stepping closer as I continued to step back.
"H-hey, look, why don't you just calm down?" I held my hands out, setting my pen back in my pocket.
"Look, we can be friends. I'm not gonna help you, but I..." My eyes narrowed as they continued to move forward.
"... Who am I kidding? I know this is only feeding your sick gore fetish..." I reached for my pen, turning on my music through my headphones as I did so.
"S-so... You might be stronger than me, you might be better at dodging than me, but flight isn't really an option here. And judging from that dust you're coated in, you won't let me by, so I guess I've got no other choice." I stood as ready as I could stand, holding the pen as if it was a knife, ignoring the violent thudding of the heart in my chest.
"Heh..." They laughed lightly as they got closer and closer, the left side of their chest glowing red in a heart shape.
"So if you're gonna kill me..." I grit my teeth, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I shot off the ground towards them.
"I'm at least gonna bloody your nose!"
I slashed at them once, and they moved easily to the side, stabbing directly into my chest with that knife.
My eyes widened, blood spewing from my mouth as I fell forward, holding my chest wound. I sat on my knees, tears rising to my eyes from the pain.
"J-... Jesus, how much force do you have to put behind that thing..?" I looked up at them as they stood over me, my blood added to that on their toy knife.
"Thing's made of plastic, for god's sake..." My vision faded in and out as a grin crept over their face.
"Man, this hurts a lot more than everybody makes it seem..." I looked to the floor.
"Well, don't worry about me. I'm just gonna lay here, catch my breath, go into shock..." I waved a hand dismissively.
They gave a small laugh. "You're mildly amusing. Maybe I should have kept you around longer..." Their grin was from ear to ear, right eye glowing red.
"Hey..." I said after a moment of silence.
"Hm?" They arched a brow at me.
"What are... What are you even doing here?" I looked back up at them as they crossed their arms.
"Don't you know where kids like you are supposed to be on days like these..?" Their grin faultered, and mine widened as I spoke.
"I know someone's told you before... Heh..." I fell to my hands and knees, coughing blood on the floor as they glared at me.
"Well, I'll see you there, you sick, twisted bastard..." I fell face first onto the tile, my vision fading as my eyes closed.
I gasped as I shot up, laying in front of Toriel's home.
"What..?" I looked at my chest, seeing that the gaping stab wound in it was missing.
"Okay... So we've established that this isn't a dream..." I put a hand over my chest, gulping as I leaned against the tree in front of Toriel's house.
"I... I kinda wanna panic but..." I kept my hand clenched on the chest of my shirt as I stepped into the home once again.
"I feel that strange DETERMINATION..."
I went back through the home, once again picking up those eight pieces of pie.
I stood at the top of those steps for awhile. An hour or two at least.
I knew if I went down there again, they'd kill me again.
"They're probably wondering why they're back here... And if I had to guess they're not too happy about it..." My music played through my headphones as I kept my pen tight in my grip, waiting for them to come up the steps to find me.
After another ten minutes, I sighed, taking a deep breath and going down the stairs.
The halls were a deathly silent as my feet padded down them, echoing through them.
I moved slowly towards the end of the hall, knowing what I was going to find.
My hands clenched into fists as I came up to the pile of dust laying before a large door, blood splattered on the door.
"I'm so, so sorry..." I closed my eyes as I shook my head.
I took a deep breath, and stepped over the dust.
I stopped for a moment, not looking over my shoulder at them as I prepared to go through the blood coated door.
"That sick bastard..."
I looked up at the door, and my eyes widened.
Written in a kind monster's blood, a message had been left for me.
Don't get in my way
I gulped, my hand shaking as I reached for the door.
I pushed it open into Snowdin's cold, zipping up my jacket as the door closed behind me from the wind.
"Okay, maybe if I can find Sans... Maybe if I tell him..." My eyes widened as a thought crossed my mind.
That kid's next boss fight...
And just like that, I was in a sprint.
If that little freak thinks I'll just stand by and let him kill Papyrus, he's got another thing coming!
I passed ignored puzzles, and though there was some dust on the ground, I was sure that I still heard screaming throughout the area, so they clearly hadn't finished up here yet.
I avoided the fighting as best I could, knowing all of the other monsters must be busy there.
I soon reached the entrance to Snowdin, and I gasped for breath, stumbling slightly.
"O-... Okay... I made it here first... Now I just need to-" I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Howdy!"
And here I had hoped flowers would wilt in this cold.
"You shouldn't be here, you know." Flowey told me, glaring at me, though he managed to smile. "There's only supposed to be seven. You shouldn't exist." Flowey told me angrily, face shifting shape to match that rage.
"Technically there's supposed to be eight, but I bet you already knew that, flower." I took hold of my pen once again, one hand over the start button on my music.
Flowey's facial expression became even more enraged.
"Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you?" He grinned, bouncing around happily in the ground.
"You're nothing but an IDIOT." He shifted to that angry face of his once more.
"Well I'm clearly smarter than you. What, you honestly believe the kid's not gonna toss you aside when he gets the chance?" I arched a brow at him.
"Who do you think you are?" Flowey demanded to know, tilting his head to the side.
"Someone who can help you." I said seriously, crossing my arms.
"Help me? Why would I need help from an idiot like you? And further more why would someone like you want to save someone like me?" Flowey questioned, and I shook my head.
"Oh please, saving you would be way too much effort. I just want to help you for some help in return." My eyes narrowed.
"Heh... Yeah, that seems about right. Someone like you, someone as stupid as you would try to find a way around the rule of this world." Flowey shook his head.
"You coward. You don't wanna be killed, but you don't wanna kill. How stupid can you get?" Flowey laughed, throwing his head back dramatically in his mocking laughter.
"Heh, me a coward?" I arched a brow at Flowey, smirking lightly. "You've gotta remember something..."
"What are you-"
"... Please don't kill me..." I put on my best Flowey impression as I spoke, and Flowey looked somewhat confused.
"What are you talking about?" Flowey tensed slightly.
"I... I've changed my mind about... All this. This isn't a good idea anymore. Y-you... You should go back. This place is fine the way it is!"
Flowey's eyes narrowed. "W-... What, is that supposed to sound like me?" His eyes shifted to the side as he spoke.
"S-S-STOP MAKING THAT CREEPY FACE! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! YOU'VE GOT A SICK SENSE OF HUMOR!"
Flowey flinched lightly at the rise in my voice, before a grin crept across his face.
"Fine, you want me to kill you?" Flowey grit his teeth lightly, grinning. "Heh... Idiot."
In an instant, I was standing in a white box, a glowing red heart on my shirt, right over my chest.
"Die!" Flowey demanded, golden petals shooting at me. I moved to the side, one shooting by my ear. There weren't that many, so they were generally easy to dodge.
"Is that the best you can do, Flower?" I said, ducking under another pedal.
The box around me disappeared, and I shot forward, pulling back my pen and stabbing at Flowey, who ducked into the ground, popping up behind me as that box appeared around me once more.
More pedals came this time, moving faster and in straight lines. I jumped to the right, then back to the left. I jumped back, another line coming at me from the side.
"You're fast..." Flowey said, eyes narrowing before he grinned. "For an IDIOT!"
I shot forward again as the box disappeared, swinging rapidly at him as he disappeared and reappeared from different holes.
"How does my intelligence affect my speed?" I questioned as I swung.
"Because... Shut up!" Two vines shot at me, and I dodged between them.
Several pedals came flying at me, and I threw up my arms in defense, feeling my arms be sliced open.
"Die die die die!" Flowey roared, shooting more pedals.
But soon enough the box faded, and I shot off faster than ever before, holding my pen tight as Flowey's eyes widened.
A resounding thud ran through the forest.
Flowey's face was pushed to the side, a bruise forming on it as I pulled back my fist, pinning him to the ground with my other hand.
"W-... What..?! Did you just punch me?!" He snarled up at me.
"Yup." I clicked out the point of my pen, holding it over Flowey's face.
"Now I'm gonna draw on you." I grinned sadistically.
"What?! No! Get off of me!"
"I hope you can wash drawings of penises off of your face when you don't have arms."
"NOOOO!"
The snow crunched under shoes covered in dust, and a human in a stripped shirt came to Snowdin's entrance, a dust coated glove over their hand.
As they got to the entrance, they stopped, seeing a yellow figure wiping their face in the snow.
"Stupid kid with his stupid pen and his stupid sense of humor and his stupid face..." Flowey muttered, the drawings on his face, censors bluring them, refusing to come off.
"..." The child stared down at him, waiting for Flowey to notice them.
"When I get my hands on that kid I'm gonna... Oh! Howdy." Flowey grinned up at them. "How goes your mission?"
"... Heh..." The child grinned lightly, and Flowey remembered his face.
"Eugh... that freakin' brat... I... Ugh, it's not important. Look, I have some bad news for you, friend. Something different... There's another human. And something tells me he's gonna be trouble." Flowey looked to the side, clearly irritated.
"Something tells me I'm going to enjoy this change... Heheh..." The child couldn't help but laugh at seeing Flowey like this, and Flowey clearly wasn't happy with them for it.
"I figured they wouldn't stay out of my way..." They walked past Flowey, ignoring him.
"Yeah, well... I'll just be here! Trying to get this ink off my face!" Flowey called after them, but they didn't care.
"I don't know who they are... I don't know what they're going to do... But if they can save and load saves, then they'll be a serious problem..." They grit their teeth.
"How is this possible..?!"
I sat outside of the Snowed Inn, eating a piece of Butterscotch Pie as the cuts on my arms and -somehow- my clothes, healed.
"Well, the flower certainly slowed me down, but I think I can still start changing things here, and just maybe I can stop that freak..." I set down the plate, pie now gone, and looked at it, sighing.
"I... I let all of those monsters die... No, there's nothing I could do." I shook my head. "I mean, if I fight them now, then even if I kill them, they'll just load their save. If we fight, It'll be a never ending battle..." I stared at that plate, pie crumbs still on it.
"I'm sorry..." I muttered, before hearing footsteps and looking up immediately.
"Hello!" The tall skeleton said, and a smile came to my face immediately.
"You looked sad." He looked to the side. "But fear not!" He immediately looked back, taking up some sort of heroic stance.
"I, the Great Papyrus, will dry your tears!" He proclaimed, and I found myself laughing, shaking my head.
It felt like seeing a familiar face after some horrible incident. It was so... Relieving.
"Ah, I see I have already succeeded! This is no surprise, for all tasks require little to no effort from The Great Papyrus!" He gestured to himself, grinning victoriously.
"H-heh... Yeah, I would expect that from someone as great as you." I stood, smiling.
"R-really?! You think I'm- I... Uh, I mean, yes, yes of course!" Papyrus nodded in agreement. "It's only natural for someone like you to notice! Nyeh heheheh!"
"I don't know bro." A deeper voice said, and my eyes widened as a shorter skeleton, wearing a blue sweat shirt, walked into view.
"I think you try a ton."
"Sans don't you dare-!"
"A skele-ton."
"Arg! Sans! Why do you insist upon plaguing my life with your horrid jokes?!" Papyrus questioned, stomping one foot down.
I smiled lightly as I watched them interact, before my expression grew more serious.
As I was about to speak, however, Sans looked directly at me.
"So, you're a human, right? Wow, two in one day, what are the odds?" Sans shrugged with that everlasting grin on his face.
"Yes, you seem much nicer than that other human. They seemed to be in quite the bad mood..." Papyrus glanced to the side, frowning for a moment.
"... Yeah." Sans grin shrunk slightly, and he glanced to the side. "Uh Papyrus, you might wanna... Eh, I'll tell ya later."
"No, you have to tell him now!" I burst out, stepping forward. Both of them looked to me in surprise.
"Uh... What's the problem, kid?" Sans arched a brow at me.
"That other human, they're... They're bad! Papyrus, you have to stay away from them! Everyone has to!" I said, and Papyrus arched a brow at me.
"Human, I don't believe you are right." Papyrus said, growing as serious as someone like him could.
"W-what..?" I could feel myself shrink slightly.
"Why, I don't think there are bad people." Papyrus smiled. "I think everyone can be a good person if they just try. There's no such thing as evil, there's just misunderstandings!" Papyrus grinned wide, and though I wanted to be saddened by this, I still felt a small smile appearing on my face.
"And I will show the human that I believe in them! I'm sure they're just scared, what with everyone trying to kill them! I'll show them friendship, and I'm sure they'll lay down their weapon and embrace me!" Papyrus took up that heroic stance of his once more, and I shook my head.
"B-but..."
"Listen kid, it means a lot to me that you care this much, really shows I can trust ya. And while I share some of your concerns... Heh, who could possibly lay a finger on Papyrus?" Sans shrugged.
"... Look, I..." I sighed, defeated. "They'll be coming through here soon. Just... Don't try anything alone, okay?" I looked to Papyrus, who nodded, as if he understood.
"Good..." I sighed, shoulders falling. "I'll see you guys around." I turned around, looking to go to the shop, hoping I could find something there.
"Hey, kid, wait up." Sans stepped forward. "I'm not just gonna let you go on by." He said, and I gulped, a certain theme playing in my head for just a moment.
"Let's go to Grillby's. I've got some questions for you." Sans gestured for me to follow him.
"I'll see you back home, alright, Papyrus?"
"Yes, of course, Sans!"
I looked around Grillby's as we entered it. No one was inside, Grillby wasn't even behind the counter.
"Where is everybody..?" I said as I glanced around.
"Well, I've actually got Grillby evacuating the city right now." Sans said, and I glanced over at him.
"Grillby?"
"Yeah, he's actually pretty tough for a fire elemental." Sans grinned.
"Fights with him get pretty heated." Sans and I sat down at the counter as I shook my head at his pun.
"He doesn't really say much, but most people are willing to listen to him. But as for the dogs, well... They were at their posts in the forest."
I noticed Sans pupils had disappeared.
"I haven't seen 'em around for awhile."
I looked down at the counter before me.
"But you probably already knew about that, huh?" Sans grabbed a bottle of ketchup from the counter.
"... Yeah..." I stared at my hands on the counter.
"So... I don't really like beating around the bush, kiddo. You know a lot about this place. And you show a surprising care about us. It was like you knew Papyrus and I. Though, with that other kid, I get this sense of de ja vu. With you..." He took a drink from his bottle of ketchup.
"Well, I'd remember an expression like that... And trust me, I've never seen it on that other kid. At least, not for awhile..." Sans glanced over at me.
"So, I guess my question is, what're ya doing here, kid?" His grin shrunk about as much as I guessed it could.
"I... I really don't know. I just kinda woke up at the bottom of the ruins this morning. I don't remember climbing the mountain, and I don't remember falling down that hole. When I think about it, I just remember this strange dream I had... There was this figure shrouded in black, and all of these other grey people stood behind him... It was strange..."
"... That... That is strange." Sans stared at his ketchup bottle.
"So I'm guessing you came a little after the other guy?" He arched a brow at me, and I nodded.
"I went through the ruins, and it was just coated in dust... I came to that big door, and there was a pile of dust there, too." Sans pupils disappeared once again as I said that last part.
"... Yeah, that figures." Sans looked to the side.
"... Sans, you know what's gonna happen if you let this kid go on. If you fight him now, he'll never be able to-"
"Kid, I've been here a lot longer than you." Sans interrupted. "And I've looked into what happens when I try to stop him now." Sans' pupils had disappeared yet again.
"Eventually, he'll get past me. He never stops coming back. And after that, when Papyrus is left instead of me... Well." Sans winked one eye shut.
"What kinda brother would I be if I let him go through all that?"
"... Is it really this hopeless..?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"In my experience." Sans shrugged.
"... Well I've gotta do something." I stood, stepping towards the door.
"Hold up, kid." Sans spun on his stool to face me.
I stopped, looking over my shoulder at him.
"I promised that lady I'd protect the humans that came through that door. So if you try to fight that kid, and if he tries to fight you, I'll have to step in." He told me, stepping off of his stool.
"Now just calm down, and hope that Papyrus can manage to stop the kid. I mean, with you here, a few things are bound to change. And you made Papyrus promise not to go after him alone, right?" Sans shrugged.
"Lets go back to the house. Then you, Paps and I can go and talk to the kid." Sans said, and I nodded.
"Yeah, I'll see you there. I've got something to do first." I stepped through the door, hearing Sans teleport away from the inside of Grillby's.
I threw up my hood once again as I moved to the shop, opening the door to see the shopkeeper was gone. I sighed in relief, opening up the cash register and taking all of the gold out from it.
What? It's not like the other kid wasn't gonna take it if I didn't.
I looked to the wall, seeing the other Tough Glove and the Manly Bandanna hung up there.
I grabbed them, placing the Glove over my left hand and wrapping the Bandanna around my left bicep. I then picked up a few of the Cinnamon Bunny's, placing them in the first Dimensional Box on my phone.
How that got there, I'm not sure.
After I had taken everything so that other kid couldn't have it, I moved to the door.
My eyes widened as I saw the figure walking towards the door through the glass, and I immediately jumped behind the counter, hiding there.
The chime of the bell above the door came as the child entered, looking around.
"Huh... Usually this place is stocked with items..." They looked to the open register, and their eyes narrowed, seeing it was empty.
"You know what your problem is?" They called into the shop.
"You don't listen." I found myself sweating as they addressed me, though they did not know where I was.
"Oh well, I suppose I don't need any healing items for my upcoming battle." They grinned, and I felt anger rise in me as I heard the door chime once again, the other human leaving.
"We'll see about that, you sick bastard..."
I jumped up from behind the counter, bursting out the door and towards Sans and Papyrus' house, seeing Sans standing out front.
"Heya." Sans said, and just behind their house, I could see the other human popping out of the tunnel shortcut and moving towards the usual fight scene with Papyrus.
"Looks like the other guy's got ahead of us. Let's go grab Papyrus and take a-..." Sans pushed open the door to their house, stopping mid sentence as he saw the note posted on the wall, getting a feeling of de ja vu.
"... Shortcut..."
"Oh no..." I said as Sans ran quickly to the wall the note was taped too, pulling it down and looking at it.
Sans, Human, I must apologize for breaking my promise. It pains me to have to do so. But I cannot stand by idly as the other human goes on, hurting. Everyone who tried to fight the human failed, but if violence isn't the answer... Perhaps kindness is?
That would be a truly great puzzle, maybe even one worthy of the Great Papyrus! Nyeh heh heh!
I'll see you soon, with a new friend!
Nyeh heh heh,
Papyrus
Sans set the note down, closing his eyes for a moment. "Welp..."
He looked up, hearing the sound of his door being thrown open.
I was no where to be seen, the sound of my feet crunching through the snow growing more and more distant.
Sans sighed.
"C'mon kid, don't make this harder than it already is."
So I know that chapter seemed to go at a pretty quick pace, and I kinda covered a lot in one chapter, but Undertale is a short game, and I write long chapters. So if this story actually does go anywhere, chances are their won't be too many chapters.
The nice thing about this is that because it's so short I've got most of it planned out. I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update, because my main focus is my Steven Universe fanfic Just Another Stone, and I'd hate for anything to get in the way of that.
And considering I've barely got enough time for that right now... I'm not sure that starting this story now is the best idea.
Oh well.
Now you're probably wondering why I haven't named the second human or even described them. Well, honestly, I'm not sure how to make them look, and I'm HORRIBLE at naming characters. But at least you know they've got a hoody, right?
That's about all I could think to give them. You're free to imagine them with whatever look you want.
Well, if you've made it this far you've probably got some interest in the story, right? So, if you wanna see it continue, please Favorite, Follow, and Review.
XWolf26, out
