Authors note: I own nothing but my plot. All humor and jokes and anything else are all me. I realized that I need to write this specific concept. Or this moment, I felt the need to be seen. Anyway, I hope you guys are loving the story. Please spread the word if you like or if you have anything to say or see any errors, let me know I'm not a god, and grammar checkers can only see so much. I love hearing your comments, but if you comment about me personally, I will block you. I don't write for personal judgment. But for my own amusement, and I don't need this to be stressful for me.
My eyes were shut, and all I could see was darkness. I was out cold. I expected as much with the number of injuries I got. I'm not surprised if they might have knocked me out. At least I can't feel the pain I should be in. But I haven't ever been this lucid in my dream unless. I'm not alone once again in my dreams.
"Are you here?" I could feel my lucidity, the clarity of awareness that I would typically feel when I'm awake. And the way I could affect my dreams like I thought I could. But since Sans had been walking around my dreams somehow for weeks now. For unknown reasons and doesn't put me anymore in my dreams than when I'm awake.
"Nope, not Sans." The voice wasn't so much a voice but a series of almost laughing barks that I could just understand. I don't know how to explain anything other than that.
"Then, who are you?"
"Follow my voice. I promise I'm just here to help, and you have already met me and enjoyed my company then..."
There he was, sitting in the room of inky blackness. But he stood out as the only color against such a unique background. White and fluffy and larger than I last saw the cute dog, but I knew him well.
"You pulled me in here? I didn't think you could talk; I thought you were just a regular dog."
"See!" He bounced in place, his tail wagging in excitement.
"That's why I always liked you best. So many monsters and humans that I have seen and known, but they're so few just like you. You treat me like a pet. You pet me, give me kibble, you treat me like a pet. You and your soulmate are the best. Just for that aspect." The adorable dog Barked out.
"I don't have much time here tonight. But i'll keep coming back until you believe me. You are too determined for your own good. See, I need you to go to Temmie college; this timeline needs to settle as the one finally. Finally, move forward. We can't do that if you have the power of an unknowing God."
"Wait. What?!"
"Go to Temmie college. They will lead you to my, ugh alter. They really need to stop deifying me. I will take back my artifact without hurting you. It's the only way I can."
I could see my dream current crumbling before my eyes. Breaking apart and shattering into a misting, everything becoming too hazier with each passing second.
"No, wait! Come back. I have questions!" She yells, hoping he wouldn't be leaving her like this!
The dog who had been my companion several days before seemed to fade away from my eyes, the inky blackness fading away from vision. I almost felt myself panicking. I couldn't tell what was happening, losing my control, and I want to wake up, but I can't.
I was falling. The once almost comforting void, the inky blackness, just slipping away from my vision. The weightlessness and serenity I felt disappeared as quickly as I thought it. The Colors were only appearing in a sky where there was nothing before. And lack of detail disappearing before my eyes when there was nothing but the dog and me. Now the world was changing, becoming picturesque, beautifully perfect.
I was scared. I was never one too lucid to dream before now. I never remembered my dreams or assumed; I couldn't dream at all. So, the dream world changing all around me is worrisome thought because someone is in control of this dream just like the last one, and who it is obvious. So, there goes the chance of having a choice. I thought I was going to dream freely tonight finally. Which I already assume isn't going to happen, or is this the talk with Sans. Since "I'm too injured to be talked to right now in person."
Landing on a seat at a coffee table, I look down at myself. I was dressed in skinny jeans and a beautiful striped sweater like the one I had when I fell. In front of me was Sans dressed just as he had when I saw him on the bench. He was wearing a light brown jacket, a light fray turtleneck some nice blue jeans. He wore sneakers with loose laces. I honestly wanted to leave; I was confused, and it was so much to take.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore sockets?"
"Stop with the flattery, King Sans."
"I know, I know you're angry with me."
"I'm blisteringly infuriated with you, and you know why!"
"You want explanations; how am I doing any of this? If what you heard is true? Why did I have the doctors put you to sleep? I know all those questions are burning in the back of your mind, I know you're terrified, and I have been meeting you here for a while now. I know you want to know, need to know."
"Isn't that right, Frisk?"
"Yes. You. Understand. Exactly. What. I'm. Thinking." She was speaking through her teeth, gritting them hold her tongue; she looked an inch away from cursing me out. But I can see she wanted to leave the dream and wake up, but she couldn't. Every word strained like she was, an inch away from slapping that smile off Sans's face.
"Before I start my explanation, I wanted to say I'm sorry for what the head of the guard did to you. She has been reprimanded and punished for hurting you. She knows that is not the procedure. That is not how we take humans back to the capital, and she could have killed you. For that, I sincerely apologize for her hurting you."
He sounded ashamed, his face, which should be a lot harder for me to read, I was able to read like an open book. I could see barely contained rage, the playful pupils that had been looking at me? Those pupils Were gone, and he was looking away from me.
I stay silent, his apology barely registering. I couldn't accept it not; I wanted to walkway right now, but I was trapped. This dream, I had no way of controlling it and getting to the bottom.
"I know you're mad, and I don't blame you."
"I seem to be keeping you, prisoner, in the castle, and you have a 24-hour guard. But if you were in danger, why would I care or get doctors to heal you?"
"Why waste the energy, that much effort, if 'I'm going to kill you' like I'm sure you heard from Toriel who heard it from Doctor Drew."
I felt my jaw drop how he knew about the rumor Toriel told me, but I didn't think it would reach the king what one of the doctors said about him.
"I know the rumors he has spread lately. All lies, but he's a disgruntled doctor who's mad he didn't get the cushy promotion in the castle. But one of his colleagues did."
"Then what's the truth? What happens to the humans who fall here?"
"The honest truth? They're fine, better than fine, and they are in a magically induced coma." I started dissecting the concept because I couldn't picture a magical coma.
"I think humans have something similar to putting an astronaut in for long space flight."
"We have something similar, but it feeds the human's information as well as keep them healthy and perfectly safe."
"Why do that to them? That seems wrong. Like you're putting them in the fridge."
"Well, it was a benefit to both parties. Once you fall into the underground, you are just as stuck in the barrier as we are. To break it, we need seven human souls to leave." Frisk, for her part, seems to pale at that aspect souls.
The human soul was something most humans themselves can't verify if it truly exists. Or something we have to put faith in that we believe in. Like religion and monsters so many, the concept of the soul isn't too farfetched. But the only time I can imagine our soul can leave is if we die are connected to the soul integrally.
"Before you start to panic, you don't need to kill a human for the soul to be used. Any monster can pull out the soul of a human without having to kill a human. To break a barrier, which was the loophole, and the humans know this aspect as well."
"They were saddened at possibly never saying goodbye to their families at the same time. It's preferable to dying here and never feeling the sun again."
"I can barely remember what it feels like to have that feeling of the sun on my skull." He had this wistful look on his face of what he remembers. Looking around, almost hoping this dream was enough to match the feeling.
"Imagine for a human to staying down here, never being able to live above ground. I never forced a human to pick being put into a coma."
"They see the options and instead chose the choice that would free them and the monsters who had been taking care of them. And make sure they will survive to wait for the rest of the souls needed."
"The souls are used; they go back to the human they belong to, and everyone gets out safely. It was the best solution and the one that hurts everyone involved less."
"How can you be so sure that using our soul can be so simple?! That we won't die if we use them? Is that what you are planning the same for me?" I look him trying to scrutinize his own stance and what he was going to do, but he was like a stone for the First Time; I couldn't read him at all.
"That just seems like an excuse! There's probably a conga line of dead bodies in the castle; why should I believe you?" I say, scoffing though I had a tinge of worry in my heart. That this skeleton was a good enough actor lull me into thinking I was safe only to end me.
"Why did you believe Toriel without any evidence, only her word?" He said, giving me, this look of like he wondered how I could trust any stranger over another in any aspect. If this were two weeks ago, I would be wondering that of myself.
"Because she took care of me and healed me and explained how the underground works to me. She even warned me against Undyne being the captain of the guard."
"Honestly, I could do the same for you. I already have you; you were really injured. I saw on the cameras even before Undyne hurt you. You were launched off a cliff and spent most the day running worried about someone spotting you, walking while still being so injured." He has been watching me on the feed. I never had a chance of getting out of here undetected!
"You deserve to be treated better than the pain and fear you have been dealing with since you arrived. Give you my own spin show you how the underground and its cities and how everything works."
"I don't trust you or your motives. I can't even believe that the others are even alive like you claim them to be."
"The minute you are healed. I'll take you to the lab, and you can see for yourself that they are perfectly fine and alive. Hopefully, once you do, your trust in me will be at least enough to hold a conversation with me without assuming the worse."
"How can you do this? Why can you walk into my dreams like this?"
"Asking the hard questions, Frisky? I never expect anything less from you."
"Frisk, no nicknames, not right now."
Even though the smile seems super glued on his face, I could tell he was upset by my clipped tone and lack of warmth. I was being cold, but I don't know what to believe right now. I almost wanted to apologize, but I was confused and angry! If he's telling me the truth, I will apologize for being an insensitive jackass. And being a mega-bitch right now to him.
"Well, the truth, we are soulmates." Sans entire skull had turned blue, making me wonder how much control over the dream he had. If he's turning blue naturally or the dream is turning him blue.
"Soulmates are real? Also, you're becoming blue?"
"Welp, this embarrassing trying to explain something serious, and I start to blush like a baby bone."
"I never thought I would explain this in a dream. I hoped to tell you this in person under better circumstances. Not when you're injured and in pain. Soulmates are real, at least they are for monsters, human wizards, who possess magic or human a powerful soul."
It's the reason I can enter your dreams, and you can enter the mind. This is one of the ways our souls are trying to reach out to one another.
"Jeez. I feel like this is just an excuse to perv into my dreams before you kill me." I was rubbing my temples. I may not feel pain in my dreams, but it's a force of habit, which annoyed me to be light.
"You know you could tell me why you know my name. I never told you my name. Unless you're also a mind reader on top of everything else."
"You wouldn't believe me. Probably think I cracked my skull."
"Try me."
"Time and Time again, we have met. The world around us? Everything keeps changing, but how I felt about you stays. You have been many things, you've had different last names, but every single one of them was you. I know your name because I know you."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you have a few screws loose, sir; i've never met you before."
"I won't take offense to that because you never remember everything. Even the times you do take what I'm telling you readily. You never remember everything once it starts once again. We have been through so much, but I don't expect you to understand or not think I'm crazy right now. But any time you feel that moment of De Ja Vu or knowing a person's name before someone tells you? Just remember what I said today."
"Alright. How about for the rest of the dream? I can ask all questions that I have for you?"
"Fine, anything you want to know? I will answer anything without question. Where do you want to start?"
I felt my mind halt. I was shocked. There were half a dozen things I expected, but this I didn't expect.
Well, this explanation was confusing. Soulmates? Was this a joke, or was I just having a psyche break, and this was how my brain decided on dealing with things. This was how I was trying to find a coping mechanism. How sure can I be sure that anything i've experienced the last few days is real? That I talked to Stephanie to assure her I was alive. Or the fact… I stop my mental ramble since my thoughts floated above me like word balloons, the question flashing like neon lights in front of Sans.
'Did I forget to mention dreams are already a thought? So, any private thoughts just come out. Whether we want to or not?'
"Well, that's simply perfect now, isn't it?" The word balloon even looks angry as I thought it.
"If that's the case, why hasn't that happened to you?" Before I could finish my sentence, I see paragraphs and paragraphs of word balloons: questions, statements, and anything and everything in between.
Unbelievably the blush on Sans face was a deeper blue than it had been before.
"I couldn't lie to you here even if I wanted to. This is real. This is happening. If you contacted a friend about being stuck here, then Grillby placing Wi-Fi on the mountain was more ingenious than anyone realized."
"I hope that soon enough, I can introduce you to all the monsters that I know you have known in the past when you're better."
"What do you mean known in the past?"
"Well, you did meet your friend's new boyfriend, right, Aidan?"
"Wait, wait, what are you trying to tell me here? What's up with Aiden? How do you know about Aiden? I thought you were trapped here; what do you know about the outside world? What is going on above you?"
"One question at a time, believe it or not, that's a lot of questions when I don't have the time to answer them all now. "
"Alright, I mainly give you the history of our people since I have a feeling, we don't know it or whatever the lore is above ground is it there under here greatly exaggerated."
"Several thousands of years ago, almost five millennia ago, there was a war between humans and monsters. The war went on for an exceptionally long time, and we made a deal with the wizards. It's one that the rest of humanity didn't know about then. It was to ensure our safety. Still, it was one of both surrender and defeat ll. They didn't have to kill all of us, and we let them live too." It was a ceasefire with the wizards claiming they killed us off and taking off for part unknown. Humans still don't like magic, so the wizards weren't any safer with them either. "
"The only issue was not all the monsters were underground when this happened, not 100% at least one of the casualties of war. What's that we had a lot of our Lieutenants and high ranking monster taken and captured and split in a way that would be irreversible without the barrier coming down."
"What do you mean by split?" I was curious how deep the tale he was going. I don't care if my thoughts are on display if I going to die anyway.
"I want you to imagine for a second if someone took something vital from you as integral to you as breathing air." His voice sounded honest and serious.
"With monsters, our magic is a part of us, and to be perfectly frank, if I were to split in half like to take out an arm and just throw it on the ground, it would become another person, but it would be just sentience as I am. If I were to be separated from my arm, it would still record and understand and think, just like I do. It just gets exceptionally complicated extremely fast; you would get a lot of feedback loops; it's a whole lot of minutiae that I don't think you understand, but the gist of it is a lot of monsters in our higher army were irreparably split apart from the most concentrated point of their magic."
"Leaving them crippled until we get above ground; the problem is that some like my good friend Grillby. Had been living above ground for over five thousand years, but you know him under another name. "
"You know him as your friend Stephanie's boyfriend, Aiden. It causes many problems if you can't already tell a girl being in the underground can't speak."
"He's actually mute now because his primary source of magic comes from his voice." He said, his voice with sadness. Make it clear how much he cares about his friend, but I didn't really believe him, or his sadness can be all an act. And I know my thoughts were clear.
"He's one of many monsters, that have been living virtually both in the underground and above ground at the exact same time. It causes many feedback loops in many problems, so keeping us informed; it gives us an edge." He said in a rather off-hand manner.
"You have to understand the reality of what we might be up against. Not everyone is accepting as they claim to be." With this tone, he said that even if he's lying about everything that is a universal truth, there's no guarantee that they would be loved and welcomed within human society if the monsters go free.
"If we have to go back into hiding the minute we get out of the barrier's grasp, I wanted to tell you all of this once you were awake and have a real conversation." He sighed and scratched his skull.
"I can tell you are angry and afraid of me. That this will be probably the only time I could get you to listen to me without having to force you here, and even then, you could refuse to listen anyway." He said, looking at me, but I looked away from him.
"Monsters are made of magic, but there are also made of love, compassion, and hope. Magic is a large portion of what we are, but we are unlike human's deceit and lies about our motives are something we aren't capable of so."
"It sounds impossible. Regardless I don't believe this. It's just so incredibly unbelievable."
"It's possible if my arm was torn from my body, it's still a part of me. With an hour or so, it will form something resembling a body. So, it can find the rest of me and reconnect to my body."
"it wouldn't be a perfect or a good-looking as I am." He said, winking at me.
"But it would be functional enough until I'm whole." He said with a weak look to his smile.
"But to do that for an extended period of time to have that part of me above-ground while I'm still underground, it's like I'm in two places at once. It's torture." There was a shiver in his voice.
"Unlike humans, our body is flexible, and the idea of being here and there is a headache. And we had to learn new magic to survive the strain that being split is on us."
"I know you have so many more. "
Like that he was gone mid-sentence, I was alone as everything seemed to shatter again, and I floating I was in control. No one else floated in this dream with me, and there was no way to wake no matter how hard I try to. Might as well make the most of it.
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