Hello folks! Arana here!

(random clapping in the background from Frisk and Chara from When You're Seen)

What are you guys doing here?!

(Random explanation is random)

OK then… why are you hiding?

(More random explanation)

Too many Moldsmals? Seriously?

(A confirmation)

You two are weirdos.

Anyways, go vote on the poll for the name of the story! (Chara: It's on her profile)

And now, onto the story!

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Chapter 4- Boredom

I could see why the TPU could get so bored. Even if I have been here a couple of days, Magic Town was a tad on the small size (I was literally allowed to walk around without an adult with me) I did not find that many kids about. Sure, there were some, but they looked at me (more likely at my Crest) and treated me like a princess.

Which I don't like at all.

I had yet to find a kid who didn't look at me and do that.

Still, I was walking about an unexplored side of town, where there seemed to be more skeletons who didn't really seem to have an AU (at least not that I could tell), when I looked up from the ground to see a giant mansion.

For a moment I was stunned. Then, a black boned skeleton who seemed to have part of his head coming off ran out of the gardens of the mansion and almost right into me.

"Ack!" I yelped, jumping out of the way, and catching the skeleton's attention.

The skeleton paused, then looked at me. "Oh, I'm sorry, didn't see you there," he said. He chuckled a little. "I'm PJ, and you are?"

"Ariel," I said, tilting my head to the side. "Why are your bones black?"

For a moment, he seemed startled. "Well, uh, I got it from my sire," he said. "His code is glitched really badly, so he has black bones."

"Don't you mean your dad?" I had heard of skeletons calling their fathers "sire" before, but that usually happened in a family that only had the dad.

"No, no," PJ laughed. "I mean sire as in, he's the, erh, one who fathered me. You see, I have two dads, and the one who brought me into the world, I call my 'dam'. It's the terms a skeleton uses with two male parents."

"Oh," I said.

"I see you have the Angel's Crest on your dress," PJ pointed out.

"Yeah…" I sighed. "Every kid treats me like a princess because of it."

"Well, that's because only Angels and their kids or family wear that crest," PJ explained. "And there is only one skeleton Angel, so your mom has to be Challenger, am I correct?"

"Do you know Mom then?" I asked. This guy seemed to be my age, or at least appearance wise, so he can't really be too much older than me, right?

"Yeah, I helped her get used to the idea of the of the multiverse," PJ laughed. "We're around the same age too, even if I look like a teenager still." He sighed then. "My code is also kinda glitched, so my appearance doesn't really betray my actual age."

I tried my hardest not to guak at him. He was around Mom's age?! And he helped her get used to the idea of the multiverse?! "Well then," I said, keeping my surprise out my voice (I have had literally so much time to practice this kind of acting).

It was then I realized that I could not make out what kind of font he had. Literally, I could not tell if he even had a font!

For a moment, my confusion must have shown on my face, as PJ seemed to answer my thoughts.

"If you're wondering about my font, I don't really have one," PJ said with a chuckle. "As I said, my code is glitched, which haves odd side effects. Like black bones, my skull coming apart and becoming morphing blobs of ink, and pink eye sockets." He pointed to his eye sockets, which were indeed pink, and it was then that I noticed his left pupil was more of an eye, being a yellow star with a blue circle and then a black circle for a pupil. It stayed like that for a moment, before shifting into a different shape to fast for my eye to follow. "And my pupils shift too, that's a trait from my dam."

For a moment my jawbone dropped. I quickly closed it, but my surprised was still on my face.

"I'm full of surprises," PJ laughed.

"Yo, PJ!" came a surprisingly odd voice. I could tell it was a skeleton (there was a faint trace of a font) but I could not tell what the font was. "Who are ya talking to?"

A skeleton literally walked out of the hedges, with multi-colored clothing and shades that had the word "YOLO" on them.

"Oh hey Fresh," PJ chuckled. "This is Ariel, Challenger's daughter."

"Challenger's returned?!" the skeleton yelped. "That's epic!"

I tilted my head.

"Don't mind how he talks," PJ said (I could imagine an anime-ish sweatdrop on his skull, because his floating "ink" shifted into the shape of one) before laughing. "Fresh is from a universe that is kinda gone now. There, every monster had this weird kind of parasite in them, and they were… uh… kinda weird there. Everyone was a stereotypical cool guy."

"Hey!" Fresh yelped, a blush lightly sprinkling on his skull.

I mentally shuddered at the thought of that kind of universe. "Wait, so Fresh has a parasite in him?" I asked.

"No, Fresh is the parasite," PJ chuckled. "Although, he doesn't need hosts anymore, thanks to your mom. She made him a body."

"Wait, how?" I asked. I had never seen Mom make anything~I only knew she had fire, healing, and gravity magic. No creation magic, which was quite rare for any monster.

"Have you ever seen your mom bleed?" PJ asked.

I thought for a moment, before remembering that I once did see Mom bleed.

I was about five, before I got my font. Back then, I never used sign language either~thanks to a weird thing in my magic, even though my senses were heightened, made it so I never learned sign language.

Mom was talking on the phone in the other room, catching my attention with the fact that she was chatting with someone whom I did not know, as their font was… off. So, I got up quietly, tiptoeing towards the doorway.

Looking in, I saw Mom sitting in a chair in the kitchen, not where the pot was. Instead, a smallish, pure red hand was stirring the pot.

One of the things I noticed besides that was an oddity on Mom's right hand. A hole, in the shape of a heart, was there, although I never noticed it before since she usually kept her gloves on. And from that hole, drops of red liquid dripped down, before stopping in mid air and morphing into a ball of red goop.

Soon, though, she spotted me, and a light blush came across her face.

"Please don't question this," she signed.

Even though I couldn't use sign language, I knew how to understand it. So, I nodded, and later forgot about it.