I've decided to just go straight into Underverse.
Immediately after the last scene was over, a new scene began, starting in a white void, where the original Sans stood with his eyes shut.
"Who's that?" Outer asked quietly, glancing at Stretch.
"I think he's the original Sans, but I'm not too sure. I don't get involved with the other worlds much." Stretch responded. "Lot of us look the same as the originals. So it could be anyone, really."
Outer frowned but nodded in understanding.
Classic opens his eyes, looking at his surroundings before looking up, seeing his predicament, he looks back down with a deadpanned expression and tries to count all the times he's found himself in strange dimensions.
Core snorted at this, Outer and Dream smiling along.
Classic walked around before stopping behind another person, who was sitting on the floor peacefully. Classic looked like he was trying to speak before the other form spoke up.
"You're voice can't be heard in this place."
All eyes turned to Chara, who sat rigidly, staring intently at the screen.
"That's you, isn't it?" Dream asked quietly while the attention of the others turned back to the screen, shifting closer to Chara.
"To a degree, yes."
"You don't need to introduce yourself. I know who you are. You are Sans-"
"You were right." Outer comments, making Stretch's lazy grin widen.
"And you are living in a True Pacifist Timeline. Dude, it has to be great having monsters and humans living together on the surface. Your brother... Your friends... Even you... Everyone is so happy, aren't they? There's no need to fight again, right?" They clenched their fists. "You don't need to use your powers now, right? After all, nobody is going to hurt you." They stood up slowly."Do you understand what I'm trying to say? Oh, don't worry. Your timeline won't change when you-... Well..."
The screen now showed Classic as they continued speaking, his grin widening more and more, expression darkening.
"Let's just say no one will notice anything is different when you're gone..."
Listening to Chara speak, everyone could get a general idea of which direction this story was going to go.
Chara refused to look at anyone, desperately soaking in the details of the scene.
"Because I am you." They turned to reveal themselves as XChara, the first from the room to appear, grinning widely with a childish glee glimmering in their eyes matched with something cold and dead. They briefly switched appearance, too fast for anyone to notice.
Classic stood, hands in his pockets as his soul flickered, signaling a battle, the screen briefly turned dark before showing Classic once more, two GasterBlasters by his side, left eye glowing. His smile widened as he moved his left hand, which was now raised, slightly forwards. Ready for battle.
"Hey, wait! Calm down! I'm j-just joking with you!" XChara screeched, rapidly waving his hands in front of himself, terrified. "I just... I just want to be happy before I die... I only have one day left to live..."
"What does that mean?" Stretch asked. He always had a soft spot for versions of Chara and his bro, depending on how they acted.
"Ink never mentioned that part." Dream muttered, watching Chara closely, who turned towards him, evidently hearing him.
"I don't have anyone else. Please... let me spend time with our loved ones." XChara raised a hand out towards Classic, waiting for something as The GasterBlasters vanished. "Let me stay in your timeline for a while. I won't hurt anyone and-"
"What do you think it means?" Error asked Stretch, annoyed. "Remember who has their Soul?"
"But-"
"He's right. I'm currently keeping myself and Cross alive through my determination, it'll last about a month if worked correctly." Chara comments idly. "Otherwise, we're screwed."
Classic turned around and started walking away, leaving XChara annoyed.
"Going off this it really does last you a month if that's your last day." Outer acknowledges, leaving Stretch to grumble to himself.
"HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I HAVEN'T FINISHED YET!" Desperate, XChara threw their arm up, outstretched towards Classic.
Classic looked down in surprise as his soul flickered, turning blue before he was dragged right back in front of XChara.
The screen turned dark before displaying a health bar, Classic's health bar. Everyone watched with bated breaths as it dropped from 1 to 0.5
"What did you do?" Core whispered to themselves, staring at Chara's back, a frown growing.
The screen once more showed them, holding half a soul, a half of Classic's soul.
"Never let your guard down." They spoke with a smile, standing over the kneeling form of Classic. "You should listen to Undyne when she gives you advice."
The screen then showed XChara's face, except it wasn't XChara, it was another Sans standing there with the smile and soul.
"And there he is, making his grand appearance," XChara spoke sarcastically, a frown marring his face. "Bravo Cross."
"I had just wanted a few minutes, but now your selfishness has given me many years to live!" Cross grinned, sounding madder and madder the more he spoke. "That was much easier than being nice to you, huh?"
The white void changed back to the surface, most likely the area Sans has previously been in.
"With this part of your soul, I can have a new, bright life in your universe. C'mon Sans. Don't look at me like that."
Classic was clutching at where his soul should be, breathing heavily and looking pained.
"I'm just giving you a looong break that will last FOREVER." There was a brief flip as XChara replaced Cross before reversing and repeating.
All went dark for a moment, no sound, no light, darkness. It took a moment before the swooshing sound came followed by a hit and a flash of color slicing through the dark.
Dream perked up a bit, smiling as Ink was shown standing in front of Classic, Broomie pointed towards Cross offensively. It was nice to see his friend. They hadn't spoken recently, he'd been busy, but Ink seemed... preoccupied, whenever he visited.
"You will never find happiness in someone else's timeline, C!" Ink spoke firmly, left eye formed in the shape of a star as his scarf fluttered in the wind.
"You again!? GET LOST" XChara shouted, seeming to have once again switched. "Or I'm gonna destroy this timeline forever! No more of your Pacifist crap!"
Fresh frowned, instantly noting his ability didn't work on the people on screen. "That's Just Not Cool Brah, Un-Rad."
Error smirked, thinking he may just enjoy himself now.
"Stop fooling around, C. Give him his soul back, and then we can go home, ok?"
XChara's glare harshened as they moved their hand the held the soul further back, away from Ink.
Stretch frowned, glancing at Outer before looking down at Chara, watching the way he gripped at the carpet, and then back to the screen. C was obviously a shorter version of Cross, based on Chara's reaction, but it was Chara being shown, so why not call them by their name or at least not act like it was Cross. That didn't seem fair. Their reaction, both onscreen and off-screen confirmed it bothered them, so why do it? He was acting... light, about the situation, like he wasn't taking it seriously.
"GET LOST NOW!" XChara balled his hands into fists, glaring at Ink as he summoned weapons that shot up from the earth behind him.
"Oh, are you serious?" Ink asked, eyes flickering with different shapes and colors before reverting back to the way they were before, an odd tone in his voice.
Not many understood the tone, the only ones who seemed to understand it were Dream, who lowered his eyes to the ground, and Chara, who scoffed. Core looked like they understood as well, but remained aloof.
Error showed no reaction.
"Welp. You asked for it." Ink shut his eyes briefly looking peaceful. "Sans, stay behind me. I'll try to make this quick."
XChara leaped at Ink, who swiped at them with Broomie, knocking them back.
XChara threw out a hand, aiming, but missed twice.
"I guess it's my turn now." Ink smiled happily, appearing in front of XChara and splashing them with more paint as Broomie landed another hit.
"STOP DOING THAT" XChara screamed, hunching over.
"Heheheh, I warned ya! Besides, you gotta admit this is fun!"
Inks' eyes turned blue as XChara used magic to raise him from the ground.
"I don't care if I kill you, Ink... Not anymore. Did you really think your stupid paintbrush would stop me?" XChara laughed. "HAHA! All of you are so WEAK!" A closer view of XChara's face showed them to be sweating, tiring out from the strain of the battle.
Chara grimaced. They were pushing it with their determination enough as it was, but throwing in the use of magic...
"If I were You, I wouldn't say that." Ink said as XChara's eyes widened, seeming to realize something.
"There's something called 'Creativity and Strategy'" Ink snapped his fingers and the purple paint that had been splashed over XChara formed into chains, tightening enough to hold them, but not harm them.
"WHAT!? NOO!"
"NO!" Chara screeched, saying the word in tune with their onscreen self as he banged his fist into the ground.
"Sans! Now!" Ink commanded Classic, who's eye sockets had been empty and dark. Classic's sockets reignited with light as he raised his arm, engaging in ending the battle, multiple bones formed around XChara's chained form, trapping him.
"Look, bud. I dunno what's happening but you don't belong here. You gotta stop this. Now." Classic spoke, sounding tired as each word carried weight. "Please, give me back my soul. I'm sure this artist will help ya."
Error snorted derisively.
XChara was kneeling on the ground, staring up at Classic through wide, disbelieving eyes.
"C, I promise everything will be ok... Let's go home... We'll find a better way to-"
Hearing Ink calling him 'C' repeatedly, XChara glared harder, his eyes shining with hatred, trembling ever so slightly in their rage. In the next moment, like a switch was flipped, Cross was sitting there in his place, mumbling lowly to himself. "I just don't wanna die... I just... I need..."
"WE NEED OUR OWN UNIVERSE!" XChara was back, an echo following after them. Determination.
"NO! WAIT!" Ink moved, understanding what was about to happen. He was too late, they vanished, nothing left but a prison of bones.
"This is bad..." Ink said, rubbing the back of his skull as the surface came back into view.
Classic stayed silent, and the screen went dark once again.
The words '0.0 Complete' Appeared.
'Continue' and 'End session' were underneath, but the words 'End Session' were greyed out, seeming unavailable.
Everyone slowly relaxed, tension unraveling from their rigid forms for all but one.
Chara stared at the dark screen with an unreadable expression, no one knowing the slightest hint of what he were feeling but the one who always knew.
I've updated, amazingly enough. Thank you for all recent reviews, and in response to one, I previously have posted this on Wattpad, but I find the site difficult to use, and rarely update any stories I have over there.
