White. That's all he could see; white like the void, but not. This white was specked with grey. Cold nipped at his long limbs, at least, what was exposed to the cold climate. His hands were gloved in red, his feet crunching the snow under his red boots. The bottom of his skinny jeans tucked inside the boots. The bottom of his scarf tucked in the top of his black shirt.
A figure faded into the snow covered area. He couldn't see much at first, but a yellow and green shirt started to show itself, brown shoes disappeared into the snow with each step, the bottom of their pants soaked.
They fought, the area gone to black and their figures white. He called for his magic, creating bones for his attack and launched them at Chara. They dodged every assault like they knew when it would come. He tried to deal the final blow; a large animal like skull morphing next to him with red eyes. The red beam of magic fired at its target.
Chara dodged it with ease and launched their own attack in him moment of shock. The blade of the knife was swung across his throat, decapitating him in one blow. His body turned to dust and his head fell to the dusty-snow.
"I knew you were like us." The words fell from his mouth before he could stop them. A brown shoe stepped on what was left of him and slowly added more weight, testing how much the bone could take. He laughed through the numbing pain, cracks chipping in the bone.
A large snap echoed in his skull, the last thing he heard before the snowy climate turned black.
The world faded back to color. It was blurry at first, but after blinking a few times, he could make out where he was. The rough, dirty carpet was better under him than that blanket of snow. Voices tried reaching his ringing ears, muffled by his fuzzy head.
Link groaned and tried to push himself up. Flowey was in his face as soon as he was up. The plant had worry swimming in his beady eyes. He gave his friend a small smile, telling Flowey he was okay.
"Link? Are you okay?" The voice was clear, not muffled and blocked out like the other voices were. His hearing must have cleared up.
"I'm okay," he told the skeleton next to him. It was Fell. The Underfell resident didn't seem like the kind to care. Maybe it was the fact his brother was dead. "That happens."
He pushed himself into a seated position, the only thing he could do. Flowey had wrapped himself back in his place, Fell was seated by his side. The door was wide open, Ink standing in the doorway, letting the cold in.
"What happened?" The colorful skeleton asked.
"I know who did this," Link said, standing on shaky legs. "It was the Chara from my AU. They were able to get here. I don't know how, but they were able to. Did you find any survivors?" Ink shook his head and left. Fell appeared to be caught between confusion and helplessness. Link couldn't blame him. He did lose his brother, have his house broken into by monsters from another universe, then witness one of them fall to the floor as they lose themselves in his memories. Fell gave the fabric in his hand a tight squeeze before helping Link up on the couch. Despite the slow speed Fell lifted him up at, his head was pounding. The vibrations trickled down his spine and throughout his bones.
"Thanks," Link said, giving a small smile. Fell only nodded and curled in on himself, seaking the little comfort his brother's old scarf, a quiet falling over the small skeleton. Link leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes, hoping for the pounding to stop.
He wasn't sure when he fell asleep. Ink was standing over in a corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest and the bridge of his eyes scrunched together, thinking. Fell had stretched himself out on the opposite side of the couch, loud snores sounding from him.
"Hey, Ink," Link yawned, feeling a slight pound in his head. Though the headache was gone, he did get up a little too fast. "Any survivors?" The skeleton shook his head. "Did… you find Chara?" Another shake. "What about Underfell's Chara?" The same result. "Frisk?" Nothing changed.
"Fell is the only one left." The colorful skeleton seemed gloomy, like a sliver of depression was stuck in his soul. "Hopefully, this AU will be able to reset without any major changes," he said sourly. Then, mumbled something else under his breath. It sounded a lot similar to, "Like your's did." Ink motioned for Link to follow. He did, dispited Flowey's arguments.
Ink led him away from the beat up house and down the dust covered, snowy road. Flowey's grip tightened, his vine rubbing against the smooth parts of his neck, trying not to get caught on the rough, jagged parts.
The familiar guard station made something spark in Link's mind, a reminder he was forgetting something. What was it? Something he forgot in his AU? Did he forget to ask his Papyrus something? Or was it something he was going to ask Fell? Ink?
"Link?" He glanced up, noticing the large gap between him and Ink. Flowey and Ink were staring at him, both wearing different expressions of confusion and concern. He mumbled an apology and jogged after his guide, the thoughts he had now scattered from his skull.