Hi, I'm still on hiatus, but I've decided to do a special update on all my stories for my birthday, which is today, so enjoy!


"Can we leave now?" Error questioned, standing up from his seat.

"Why do-" Outer gets cut off by Dream.

"We watched the whole thing, that was the first part." Dream looked nervous, sitting up straighter as he shifted in discomfort.

"Why do you two want to leave so badly?" Stretch asked, frowning.

"We are not leaving." Core cut in, noting Dream's panicked expression and Error's glitching, filing it away to think on later.

"Brah, It Says '0.0', The Thing Told Us To Watch The First Part, We Watched Part 0, Not The First Part." Fresh smirked at Error mockingly, snickering into his hand.

Error glared at Fresh.

"It also said that something would happen, not that we'd be able to leave." Core spoke calmly, watching as Error sat back down, before turning to the screen, looking thoughtful. "We need to continue."

"Is there some button we have to press to start it up?" Outer looked at everyone uncertainly.

"Continue," Chara spoke absentmindedly, eyes having never left the screen.

The word turned green before dissipating, the official first part starting.

XChara sat in a world alone, still chained up, staring at the half of Classics soul they took, grinning. This world was different but similar to the white void they'd been in earlier. There was a faint, pale color that remained in this empty world, looking like the colours of a sunrise, the signal of a new day.

"Old home, old life," Chara muttered.

"WE DID IT! HAHAHA!" XChara cheered before calming down, a smile still there. "This is half of the original Sans' soul! Now I have a better idea..." His eyes darkened. "Let's make our OWN UNIVERSE!" Shutting his eyes, he grinned down at the soul like a happy child, as though what he was announcing was the most innocent thing anyone could say. "We don't need to live in a used, boring timeline... We can make this more interesting..." He opened his eyes, staring at the soul in glee. "But first, let's absorb this soul. Are you ready?"

"...Yeah..." The person who responded was Cross, who briefly took XChara's place before switching back to XChara's now frowning form.

"...What's the matter? Are you..."

Cross had his eye sockets shut, opening one calmly. "I'm not sure about this, Chara... Ink was trying to help us... Sans refused to fight... Why do we have to do this?"

Chara frowned, finally lowering his eyes from the screen as he picked at the carpet, contemplating Cross' words. "Maybe."

But they didn't understand. No one did. Their world was too different. Too Perfect.

"Are you afraid of releasing me?" XChara asked quietly, hands now resting on his knees, eyes shut.

Cross didn't respond, staring at the soul.

Suddenly, they were both there, XChara in the phantom form everyone could see in the room with them. "I made you a promise, 'Sans'. I promised to be your friend... Those dark days are over. You gave up a long time ago, but not me." Cross moved a hand to his chest where a heart locket rested, grasping it lightly as XChara's words washed over him. "I'll help you to rebuild the world we lost. We deserve a new Hope."

The HP Bar was shown now. 0/0. No Health.

"How would that even feel?" Deam whispered his thoughts aloud by mistake, hoping no one heard him, but... No health. How would it feel? Did it hurt being that way? Like Death was waiting around the corner... it didn't sound right.

Error squinted at the screen, a conflicted look passing over his features. Shouldn't Reaper be aware of this? like he was aware of Geno. Why wasn't he doing anything?

"It's what they would have wanted..."

They were shown a fuzzy memory. Cross smiling down at another person, who was holding onto a flower as they walked towards others, happy.

Cross had a hand hovering underneath the soul. "... Let's just do it." His fist closed around the soul, absorbing it. The HP Bar went up.

0.5/0.5

Not much, but enough.

The chains had fallen, and Cross was now standing, but different. Subtle small changes mixed with larger ones defining him.

He looked like he had in the memory, mostly. He looked solid, real, and different. It was something different, but he looked somewhat determined. The soul had given him life in more ways than one.

Chara was staring at Cross, a self-satisfied smile growing on his face. They'd done it, they'd succeeded. Cross had listened to him.

Error frowned, they'd gotten a soul and absorbed it. Ink was no doubt going to kick up a fuss and knowing himself... he'd be seeing Ink soon.

Dream felt a soft brush against his bones, like a breeze. Shifting, he looked around the room, blinking slowly, before turning back to the screen. It was probably nothing. Glancing at Chara, he couldn't help but smile, having to hide it quickly from the others. Everyone was upset with what Cross and Chara had done, all for different reasons, Dream could tell.

Error was annoyed, he'd taken their soul in the first place only for them to find a way around it.

Core was... well... already somewhat irritable. From the moment Classic lost half his soul they'd been more commanding. Definitely not approving of their actions.

Outer and Stretch seemed upset on the principle of it being wrong in many ways.

Fresh, well, he didn't care. He was frowning and smiling at the same time, not seeming to care. Dream didn't have to worry about judgement from him for being glad.

And he was, he was happy. Not because of their actions, but because they were smiling. Both of them, Chara and Cross. He could feel the waves of emotion coming off of Chara, identifying each emotion. Joy, relief, satisfaction, the list went on, they were overflowing with emotions.

Before this moment, their emotions had been locked up, only getting a faint look at the wisps of emotion that escaped the lock. Desperation, anger, loneliness...

Maybe being away from their soul affected them, it wasn't like Ink, who was soulless, telling him that only in confidentiality. It was like muting emotions to a degree, harder to feel, to express. That was it, probably, maybe.

Because of this, for a second, he found himself able to ignore the moral reasoning's, happy for another.

Even if there was an annoying part of him that was questioning why it didn't affect him, the fact... they were Ink's enemy.

They were now seeing Ink and Classic, still on the surface. They were both sitting, staring down at the ground as they talked.

"So... your name's Ink, huh?" Classic asked, eyes shut as he relaxed a bit.

"Did Classic know about this whole, um, alternate worlds thing before this?" Outer asked curiously.

"Nah, Brah. No One Messes With The OG." Fresh said, lying on his back and looking at the screen upside down.

Stretch awkwardly shifted. No one messes with the original. No one talks to the original.

That'd be plain stupid, even if it happened because of an accident. That definitely hadn't happened.

"... Yup. Nice to meet ya." They drifted back into silence, having nothing to say to each other. Ink looked bothered by this, releasing a sigh, he looked over at Classic, sadness in his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry Sans, I never thought this could happen..."

"OG?"

"Original. The Original World, something like that." Stretch explained, lazy grin straining. Right.

No one forms a temporary group with the original.

"Would Be Un-Rad If It Got Destroyed Or Something." Fresh laughed.

"It's ok bud. I'm not dead... At least not yet." Classic opened his eyes, looking up at the sky oddly before turning to Ink. "Looks like that guy loves to cause trouble."

"Actually, this is the first time he's done something like this. He's scared since... Well... It's a long story..." Ink looked away, pouting.

Classic looked dryly at him, glancing off to the side, thinking, before sighing in exasperation. "Umm... My bro and the others will arrive in 20 minutes, so I guess we can talk for a-"

Ink threw up, Classic looked traumatized.

Once done, Ink turned towards Classic excitedly. "DO YOU WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT C!? GREAT!"

"Who wants to hear more about the guy who stole their soul?" Error grumbled, missing the irony in his statement.

Chara looked disgusted, staring at Ink on the screen.

Ink coughed, looking embarrassed. "Ehem! Sorry for that, heh... Alright... All started with a simple drop in a far universe...

Everything seemed to be normal. Your Universe and the thousands of existing variations still continued peacefully. Suddenly, I felt the appearance of a new Universe. It had a very strong presence... despite having the sound of dripping water. I couldn't contain my excitement, so I decided to go there. I was eager to meet this new world and its inhabitants... But there was absolutely nothing except for one person.

...And actually... those drops were his tears. He was very scared. His mind was invaded by horror. He noticed there was someone else ...me. However, soon we broke the ice, and he told me his name. He called himself Cross, the only survivor of a Genocide Run without RESET possibilities."

"That little liar," Chara whispered, glaring up at the screen with hatred glimmering in his eyes. "That's such radicalness!" He blinked, slowly turning their glare to Fresh.

"Wait a sec... "

"Brah, If you're gonna talk like that, you'd better watch who can hear ya. Me and the other broski can hear ya, we're all sittin' on the floor, together."

"If he was in a Genocide timeline..."

"Since when?" Chara asked indignantly. Looking over at everyone behind them, he noted how no one heard their conversation, through lack of reaction. Frowning, he looked at Dream.

Dream kept his eyes on the screen, fear growing in them as he came to a conclusion. If he could hear them, they heard him.

"Dream?"

"The whole time." He squeaked, checking if anyone was listening to them, finally joining the conversation. "It's not a big deal."

"where's the human that caused it?" Classic interrupted, suspicious.

"We are all talking about this later." Chara hissed with finality, ending the conversation. He'd just met the two and already a headache was forming. How do dead people get headaches? What happened to 'rest in peace'?

Ink opened his eyes sockets, serious. "Chara is sealed inside his body. How did it happen? He never told me... At first, they acted as two separate beings. However, as I visited Cross to keep him company, he won control of both souls. One day, while we were drawing stuff, he stood up. He looked pretty down in the dumps. He told me that a strange child appeared in his world, and tried to convince him to go to a place with other survivors like him."

Ink paused, frown deepening. "He refused to go because he was convinced that his world was still alive. Cross thought he could restore everything with my help."Ink looked up at the sky. "But when I told him that I can't resurrect the dead... His face..."

"...Yeah?" Classic asked, looking into Ink's dark eye sockets.

"...What were we talking about?" Ink asked blankly.

Stretch wasn't sure what to feel, but he knew he had warning signs going up, telling him something was wrong with this. He hoped the Original Sans could tell something was wrong. If not...

Classic looked at Ink weirdly, seeming judgmental.

"Anyways... Cross' life points were reduced to zero... Because he wouldn't be lonely anymore...

But then... One day...

His soul and Chara's were extracted by Error...

Core looked over at Error blankly, wondering if he knew they'd been watching that day and knew it wasn't like that. Ink's tale was false. Would Error tell the others with them this fact? Most likely not. Would Core tell them? ...No...

A glance at Dream made it complicated, he trusted Ink too much.

A glance at Chara hardened their resolve. The world that one came from was always blurred since Ink went there, most events concealed from Core. No, they would keep their information to themselves, for now.

Error was angry, hearing Ink talk. It was wrong. Some facts were the same, but most of it was wrong. He wasn't angry now, he was furious. This had better end soon.

When I came back, it was too late... I wanted to save Cross's soul, but I couldn't let his world be destroyed, too... Error took his soul, but he couldn't take the powerful and sadistic determination from Chara. Thanks to that, both were able to keep themselves alive with a deadline. I fought Error, but he got away with the soul, and I was beaten pretty badly. Cross and Chara, both fighting against each other for the control of that corrupted body. When they saw me hurt, they ran away. I could never find them.

"What an ass." Chara wasn't that sadistic. It was only to certain maniacal monsters who deserved it.

"But... if Error has their soul already..." Dream trailed off, looking over at Fresh and Chara. They'd all moved closer when they'd been talking before, still leaving a gap between themselves but not by much. It wasn't intentional, but it now gave them the advantage to be sure the others wouldn't hear them talking to each other.

"Why'd it take him so long to find me?" Chara asked, turning to stare at Dream, contemplating something as he spoke each word carefully. "Why'd he appear after the soul was taken? We weren't exactly hiding, and it's already been a week for me. So tell me, what was with the convenient timing? Almost like he was... waiting."

Dream turned his head away from Chara, sadly looking down as their words from earlier and now combined alongside his own questions.

Don't trust that liar.

After that, Cross and Chara teleported to your timeline and, somehow, intersected their world with yours to take your place before dying... Spending their last few minutes in a world they once had. Now I realize this Chara got to convince Cross... Maybe he pretends to use that half of your soul to keep themselves alive, but, he's scheming something else." Ink shut his sockets with a deep sigh. "Someone capable of manipulating a monster's body with that twisted mind... It could be difficult trying to stop them." Ink stood up, surprising Classic. "I have to admit that I can't stop them by myself... I know this isn't the right thing to do, but... Sans..." Ink looked down at Sans. "I need your help to find Cross... Would you like to come with me?"

"Is he that dumb?" Error sounded blunt, staring at the Ink on the screen. This wasn't right, it was... Oh. Another one of those blasted games. That's what it was, what it must be.

Classic looked away, thoughtful for a moment before replying with a chuckle. "...Heh, sorry bud, but no. Actually, I think I can live with this... It doesn't worry me at all."

"He's forgetful, not dumb." Dream absentmindedly shot back, finding it odd how he was having a rather civil discussion with Error of all people.

"Oh... That's ok! I get it. I was the one who let this happen..." Ink grasped hold of Broomie once more. "...So, I'll do my best to fix this and bring back your soul." He winked. "Welp. I have to go now. Have a nice day with all your friends!" Swiping Broomy along the ground, paint trailing after, left a small puddle, which Ink proceeded to jump into, disappearing from sight.

"Huh... This is too weird..."

"SANS!" Classic turned, seeing his approaching brother and friends. "There you are, brother! Are you ready for our magnificent picnic?" Papyrus asked, Undyne trailing after him, the others further away.

Classic glanced at the paint before shaking his head, smiling. "...Sure! Let's go, bro."