Hello guys! Sorry for the wait! Arana here!
Soooo, on the 16th the poll for the sequel's title will be closed. So go vote now!
At the time of typing this author's note, I cannot get into my profile on Fanfiction (shrugs) but that doesn't really matter.
And now, onto the story!
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Chapter 5- The Dark World
The sky was not clear in this world. The moon shone brightly, down in little little beams, through holes in the clouds. Well, except in one place, where a mass of clouds was strangely missing.
Here, the moonlight revealed an old stage, which was once surrounded by different kinds of tents, but was now covered in plant life. Vines hung down from the towers, and bushes grew among the planks of the stage floor.
But, it was quiet here. Very quiet, as the normal sounds of life seemed to be gone. Only the wind was heard.
Then, two figures came out from the old, nearly rotting curtains of one of the towers. They were both skeletons, with strange appearances.
The first was seemingly normal, if you would ignore the paint on his face and his ever changing eyes. He wore traditional clothing, with a sash containing paints and some pencils. Around his waist was a blue jacket, which fluttered in the wind. And in his hand, as if it was a sword, was a rather oversized paintbrush. This one moved with caution, as if something might jump out and attack him and his companion.
The second skeleton was rather strange. He had black bones, and the inside of his eye sockets were pink. One of his eye sockets was smaller than the other, and his eyes were odd circles. Unlike the other skeleton, his smile seemed to perpetually be there, although it would droop from time to time. Blue streaks went down from his eye sockets to the bottom of his skull, making it look as if he was crying. His hands gave off the appearance of wearing gloves, although it was simply his bones going from black, to pink, and finally to yellow. And his leg bones were red. He wore an outfit a normal Sans would wear, although it was off. The jacket was black, and his shirt red. His shorts had the base of black, as normal, but the stripes were blue. His sneakers were black, with yellow laces. He also seemed to be glitching a little, with the word "ERROR" floating about him. He was more relaxed than the first skeleton, but still, he was alert.
They had been here before, of course, and had been attacked by creatures that had transformed due to the magic residue left over from the battle of the Four Angels and the Veiled Demon. Those creatures were once normal animals, but now they were vicious.
However, their heavy footsteps and chilling cries were not heard, putting the two skeletons on an even higher alert, in case the beasts had actually learned the art of stealth during their absence.
"I don't like this, Error," the first skeleton sighed, twitching as a floorboard creaked.
"I know what you mean, Ink," Error muttered.
Error took the lead, jumping down from the stage and walking towards a pile of ash that was once the Veil. He paused for a moment, as if movement had caught his eyes, and Ink caught up to him.
For a moment both skeletons looked at the ash, and then~ It moved again! With vigour, the ash pile shook, until a small glowbug emerged.
The glowbug shook ash off of itself, before flying up, dodging a startled swipe of a hand from Error. There was one thing off about it.
Instead of a bright yellow, the glowbug glowed an eerie, dark purple.
And, just as suddenly as it appeared, it flew away towards a castle some miles off, leaving the two skeletons to ponder in what they saw.
"Code Rebirth?" Error asked slowly, referring to a code the TPU had created for if or when the Veiled Man would return.
"Code Rebirth," Ink agreed. "Let's get outa here."
And, just as suddenly as the glowbug, a glitching portal appeared, in which the two skeletons walked through, before closing.
But what of the glowbug? Well, it quickly made it's way to the castle, entering it and buzzing through the old walls. Eventually, it entered a room where a seemingly young man sat in a chair, a short veil covering his eyes and forehead.
The glowbug flew up to the man, and landed on his hand. For a moment, it seemed to pause, before it bit down on the skin of the man. For a moment, it stayed.
And then the other hand came down and crushed the glowbug.
Joints groaned with unuse as the man stiffly tried to stand up. For a moment, he unsteadily did so, before tumbling down onto the floor, face-planting. A few more tries like this happened before the man managed to steadily stand up.
And then he tried to walk, which was very hard when you hadn't woken up for who knows how long. But, the man eventually got it down.
He walked out to the balcony, looking out towards the stage. He grinned wickedly, as he still had a chance in defeating the Angels. But, how many years had it been since the Veiled Man had been defeated? Around eighteen.
Tentatively, the man reached out with his conscious, making sure to make it seem as though it wasn't there, as he brushed against the conscience of the Four Demons and Four Angels, as well as four others… did they have children?
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I flinched, feeling a presence. I looked around, eye sockets wide, to see who it was. But there was no one… weird.
Shrugging, I brushed dirt off my pants~I had changed out of my dress and had forgone any Angel's Crest for the moment so that I wouldn't be treated as a princess~and sat back down, looking at the beautiful sky.