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"What are you looking for, Ink?" Blue asked as he lay on the floor beside the large bookshelves which Ink was scattering through.

Ink frustratedly flipped the pages of the book in his hand. "I'm looking for information about the original Sans." His eyes were focused on the pages as he scanned through the text. "But I haven't found a single lead in this entire library!" He furrowed his brows.

"Why don't you try a different library?" Blue suggested, not helping with the situation.

Ink stopped, turning to Blue with a serious gaze. "I don't think you understand how important this is right now."

"I don't." Blue replied with a confused expression on his face. "Why is the original Sans so important anyways?" He asked.

Ink plopped down next to him, sighing on his way. "Every Sans Au originates from the original, they're basically a branch off of him. So what happens when the roots die off?"

"The branches also die?"

"Yeah."

"Oh." Blue finally realized. "So how do we find him?"

Ink slapped his face, dumbfounded. "That's what I've been trying to figure out."

"Can't you find him in your doodle sphere?" Blue asked.

"If I could, I would've done so already." Ink stood up. "Plus, there's already too much AUs to sort through to find the original one." He continued looking through the books.

"I can help you then!" Blue offered. "I'm good at finding things!"

Ink groaned tiredly. "I appreciate your help, but I've already been searching for weeks."

"Wow. I didn't realize how many AUs there were." Blue turned away, taking back his offer.

"Yeah." Ink agreed. "And it's not even a fraction of the real amount."

"Hey, Ink." Dream entered the room, calling out for the paintbrush skeleton.

Ink lifted his head from the book. "What's wrong?"

"Outer said he found another Sans in his AU." Dream reported. "You should go check it out, maybe take him back to his place or something. He might be lost."

Ink closed the book, putting it back into its original spot. "Alright. It'll just take a minute." Black ink spread around his ground, falling into it, Ink disappeared.

"Is it another lost Sans?" Blue asked.

Dream shrugged.

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"Ugh..." Sans awoke from his slumber, rising from the hard dirt ground. He rubbed the back of his head in pain. Opening his eyes, he met with starry sky. His eyes widened. 'Where am I?' Sans thought.

The starry sky was a rare scene in the underground, honestly, the sky didn't even exist down there. So how could that be possible? In here?

"Mornin'." A voice beside him spoke.

Sans flinched, surprised by the sudden voice. He turned to them, seeing another person who looked similar to him.

"What's your name?" The person asked. "I've never seen you before."

'Neither have I, buddy.' Sans sat up. "I'm Sans, Sans the skeleton." He reached out his left hand for a handshake.

He looked at it, then shook it with a smile. "I'm also Sans."

"..."

"What's wrong?" Sans v.2 asked.

"You gotta bone to pick with me or something? What's your actual name, buddy?" Sans asked, ignoring his question. "I'm not here to play games."

"Only if you give me your's first." His smile grew suspicious. His cheeky bones flushed a light color of blue, a weird color for blush.

"Hold up for a minute!" Another person, carrying a large paintbrush, appeared from a puddle of black paint on the grass. He wore a messy look, like he got bullied during art class or something for being an art geek.

Sans v.2 turned to him. "Oh. It's you, Ink." He seemed relieved. "Guess you're here to resolve this situation." Sans v.2 laid down on the grass, resting on his arms, gazing upon the other Sans.

Sans sweated awkwardly, uncomfortable by the proclaimed "Sans"'s staring. Most of all, those two looked oddly similar to him. Only difference was their aesthetics and personality.

"Hello!" Supposed "Ink" smiled brightly at Sans. "I'm Ink, Sans from Inktale. And the skeleton behind you is Outer, Sans from Outertale. What's your name?" He asked.

'Sans.. from Inktale...? Sans from Outertale?' Sans pondered about his information. 'So alternative universes really do exist.' He looked up at Ink. "I'm Sans.. from Undertale..."

"Hm?" Ink tilted his head.

'Was I not supposed to say that?' Classic began to regret his decision.

"What's wrong?" Outer asked.

"I've never heard about that AU before." Ink examined Sans.

"Huh?" Outer sat up. "What do you mean, don't you know every single one of them?" He raised an eyebrow, confused.

Ink shrugged. "I'm not all knowing." He turned to Sans. "Why don't you stay with us for a while until we figure out where you're from and send you home?" Ink offered his hand out.

"Who's 'us'?" Sans asked. He took the guy's hand, pulling himself up from the ground before returning his hands into his pockets.

"Me, Dream, and Blue!" Ink smiled cheerfully. "You probably don't know us, so we'll introduce ourselves again when you meet them."

Sans glanced around. He sighed, making a decision. "Alright." Not like he had another choice.

"Great!" Ink unconsciously took Sans' hand, holding it in his own. "We'll see you later, Outer!" He pulled Classic away, back onto that ink puddle.

"See you, Ink." Outer waved goodbye.

The two disappeared, falling into the puddle that was once solid beneath their feet. They reappeared inside a house, quite lively and furnished well.

"We're here." Ink announced. "This is the Star Sanses's base."

Two figures walked into the room, perhaps Dream and Blue?

One wore an outfit similar to the style of a magical girls', light yellow hair and the same color pupils. Not much to say.

The other one wore a light blue scarf styled into a bandit's scarf except he didn't wear it over his face. The rest of his outfit seemed to be like a knight that wasn't currently in action.

"Hey.." his voice drifted off, "who's the new guy?" The banana-like guy asked in a polite tone, looking at Sans.

"Oh. It's the guy you told me to bring back home."

"I told you to bring him to his home.. not bring him to our home..." Dream struggled to keep on a nice face.

"I know that." Ink seemed a bit stupid at the moment. "He's from Undertale, but I have no idea what or where that is." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly with his free hand.

"Dream!" Blue called out. "We should let him stay until he returns home!"

"That's what I was thinking!" Ink agreed, lighting up with enthusiasm.

Dream sighed. "Alright. It doesn't hurt having another housemate." He smiled. "Welcome to our base.. uh..."

"Just call me Sans."

"Welcome, Sans!" Dream nodded. "I'll get going now. I have a lot to finish."

"Alright, bye Dream!" Blue cheerfully waved goodbye at him before turning back to the two. "Uh.. Ink?"

"What is it?" Ink asked.

"Aren't you going to let go of his hand?" Blue pointed at their connected hands.

Ink flinched. His cheeks blushed into a rainbow blur. "Ah! Sorry!" He snatched his hand back to himself. "I didn't realize I was still holding your hand." Ink covered his face in his neck scarf.

"It's fine." Sans accepted his apology. "I didn't even realize that either." He placed his hands into his jacket's pockets.

Blue smiled brightly. "Let me show you around the place!" He offered.

Sans nodded, following Blue around.

"Ah, right." Blue stopped in the middle of the tour. "I haven't introduced myself yet." Blue placed his knuckles on his hips, presenting himself proudly. "I am the great~ Sans! Or you could call me Blue." He awkwardly smiled, forgetting the latter's name was also "Sans".

Sans nodded. "Hello, Blue. I'm Sans." He said lazily. 'He acts like Papyrus.'

"Hm." Blue hummed. "Maybe we should give you a nickname as well."

"A nickname?" Sans tilted his head.

Blue flinched, his eyes widened. 'He looks cute...' He looked at the person in front of him, flustered. "Y- yeah!" Blue shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts. "Everyone here is also called Sans, it might be confusing to address you by that."

"I guess so." Sans agreed. "Are you going to give me a nickname?" He asked.

"Huh?" Blue was caught off guard once again. "M- me?!"

Sans shrugged. "Well who else?"

Blue's eyes and smile lit up with sparkles while adorned by his puffy cheeks painted blue. "Since you're giving me such an honor, I will give you an amazing nickname!" He expressed excitedly.

Sans sweated. 'Maybe I should've chosen for myself...'

After a few tries, and Sans rejecting each of the glamorous titles, Sans sighed.

"I'll choose for myself. How about 'Classic'?" Sans asked.

"Classic?" Blue gave it a lot of thought. He came to a decision. "I guess it does fit you." Blue smiled. "You're plainly dressed, but it's still cute in its own way!"

'Cute...?' Classic questioned Blue's choice of words. "Anyways. Is there someplace I can sleep at?" He asked, feeling tired from the days worth of work.

"You're going to sleep already? It's the middle of the day! Did you even have lunch?!" Blue nagged Classic.

Classic covered his ears. "I'll eat later."

Blue sighed. "I'll show you your room."

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Classic walked around a forest behind the Star Sanses' base, holding onto a ketchup bottle as he drank it bit by bit. He didn't watch where he was going, eyes closed while lazily walking.

Thud!

He fell to the floor. "Ugh..." Classic rubbed his aching head.

"Who dares to bum into me?!"

Classic opened his eyes, looking up to a black, goopy octopus in front of him. 'What the.. I'm not even in the ocean right now.' He felt a bit weirded out. Classic stood up on his feet.

"Uh oh." A different guy, who was standing beside the octopus, chuckled. "Looks like someone pissed off the boss."

Everyone there except for Classic had a very intriguing concept. They stood out a lot, but they didn't seem friendly at the very most. They all stared at Classic as if they knew what would happen, unamused. Which scared Classic the most, what are they going to do to him?

There were a total of five of them.

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The first was a hybrid between a human and an octopus. Black long hair like his tentacles. And everything else black. Typical emo person.

[ Nightmare - Lv. ????
Guardian of Negativity.
HP: ??????/??????
ATK: ????  DEF: ???? EXP: ???? ]

(A/N: So I looked up a stats window in Undertale, WTF is "NEXT"?! 😭😭 ima just make my own stats window 😐)

The second on was seemingly simple yet also not. Black tears(?) ran through his empty eye sockets that was almost covered by his black bangs. A red target placed in the center of his body.

[ Sans (Killer) - Lv. 19
Killer.
HP: ???/???
ATK: ??  DEF: ??  EXP: ??? ]

The third one, another edgy guy. Hood over his eyes, but his glowing pupils could not be hidden in the shade. He was heterochromia. Except for all those, he wore oddly similar clothes to Sans except it was more dull and wore a red scarf around his neck.

[ Dust - Lv. 20
Murder.
HP: ????/????
ATK: ???  DEF: ??  EXP: ???? ]

The fourth one was a no-brainer. Literally. His head was split open, hollow on the inside. No clue on how he's living. His eyes were uneven, and so was his smile. Clothes like dust except it was stained with old blood. To Classic, he felt oddly creepy yet not dangerous.

[ Horror - Lv. 10
Smiley Trash Bag.
HP: ???/???
ATK: ??  DEF: ?  EXP: ??? ]

The fifth, a guy dressed in black and white with a hint of red. Decked out in crosses for some reason, a weird choice.

[ Cross - Lv. 3
Code X.
HP: ????/????
ATK: ???  DEF: ??  EXP: ??? ]

Classic frowned upon seeing a few of their levels. Although some didn't seem as bad as the others, it wasn't like they were exactly innocent.

"What're you looking at?" Nightmare asked rudely in a husky voice. "My eyes are up here." A tentacle slipped from his back, cupping Classic's cheeks. Fixating Classic's gaze to his, his eyes gave off a bit of a menacing vibe, reeking of murder.

Killer chuckled, swinging his knife around his hand. "You know what? He's kinda cute." He got a closer look at Classic. "Why don't we keep him?"

Nightmare pushed Killer away with his tentacles. "Stay off." He warned him.

Horror's stomach growled. "He looks tasty... I wonder how he'd taste..." His mouth began to drool at the thought of food. "Can I eat him, boss?"

Nightmare frowned. "No."

Horror sulked.

"Why don't you take off his mask?" Dust suggested.

Nightmare glared at Classic before he decided to pull off his mask. His back covered the others from seeing Classic.

Classic clenched his teeth, struggling frustratedly. He tried punching the tentacle that held him in place, but it didn't seem to work. Then, Classic suddenly felt it tightened around his waist. He flinched, groaning in pain.

Nightmare turned around, with a smirk plastered across his face. "We're keeping him. Let's go."

"Yay!" Killer cheered.

They all teleported to another place, leaving the forest. They arrived at some sort of base, like the Star Sanses' except more eerie... The whole building gave off hostile energy.

Nightmare, still holding Classic in his grasp, proceeded to leave the other guys. "Don't bother me." He left the room.

Killer looked back at him. "Aww, no fun. He's hogging him all to himself." He pushed his lips forward, pouting.

"I smelt a sweet smell coming from him." Horror kept on drooling as he daydreamed.

"Knock it out!" Cross smacked Horror's back.

"Ouch!" Horror faltered, catching himself before he fell.

Dust crossed his arms, frowning. "What changed boss' mind?" He asked the dumbasses, though he was asking himself really.

"Well. I did say he was cute." Killer pointed out. "Maybe he also found that guy cute!" He playfully grinned.

"There's no way boss has such feelings." Dust scoffed.

"You never know." Killer shrugged. "But I wonder how he looked under that mask. I mean he probably looked more cuter, right?"

"Shut up." Dust told off Killer as he walked away.

"What a buzzkill." Killer sulked. "He's probably just jealous." He teased Dust from afar.

With Nightmare and Classic...

"What's your name?" Nightmare asked, holding Classic up into the air to get a good look at him.

Classic clenched his jaw, scared yet not willing to surrender. "Classic..." He answered, giving a nickname instead.

Nightmare smirked. "Classic, huh. That's suits you."

Classic furrowed his brows. "What do you want from me?" He asked the octopus.

"You're staying with us now." Nightmare let Classic down to the floor. "And don't think about trying to run away. I. Will. Catch. You."

Classic gulped.

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'He's actually as cute as Killer said he was...'

The scary-looking guys stood in front of Classic, introducing themselves.

"Hello!" Killer announced himself first. "Call me Killer. I'm the next strongest here besides boss!"

"What are you saying?" Cross interfered. "You're not even as strong as me or Dust."

Killer lowered his head, pouting, upset. "I just wanted to look cool in front of him..." He muttered.

Cross turned to Classic. "I'm Cross." He introduced himself.

"Dust." The edgy guy in a hood spoke. He lowered his hood even more. Shy? Or embarrassed? Or just straight-up edgy.

The crackhead raised his hand, with a big grin, catching Classic's attention. "I'm Horror!"

'Maybe they're not as bad as I thought...?' Classic sweated. "I'm Classic." He spoke.

"Nice to meet you, Classic!" Killer held out his hand for a handshake, smiling happily.

"Uhh.. nice to meet you too, Killer.." Classic awkwardly shook his hand.

Dust left the room, tending to his own matters.

Horror approached Classic. "Um.." He spoke up. "Sorry for earlier." Horror apologized. "I was just.. hungry..."

Classic looked up, at the tall monster. "It's alright." He forgave the guy. "We all have our moments." Classic shrugged. His guard was lowered, feeling more comfortable with these guys.

Horror's face lit up. "You're kind!"

"Thanks, buddy."

"Hey." Cross called out. "You'll be staying here for a while. I'll show you to your room." He motioned Classic to follow him.

Classic nodded, walking past the two to catch up with Cross.

Cross walked forward, with Classic by his side. His cheeks flushed a bit purple, having thoughts. 'Maybe Killer was right.. Nightmare changed his mind because of this guy's cuteness...'

"Is something wrong?" Classic asked, tilting his head forward to get a better look at Cross' face.

Cross stopped in the middle of his path, turning his head away. His hand covered his flustered face. "N- nothing." Cross stuttered. "Let's keep moving." He mustered up the courage to continue.

Classic raised an eyebrow, confused, but he just followed the guy's words.

Cross opened a door, showing Classic the interior. "This is your room. Make yourself comfortable. I'll get going now." He walked away.

Classic turned to his room, entering. 'This place isn't half bad.' He thought as he examined the room. 'But why did they kidnap me?' Classic laid down on his bed, thinking. 'Eh. I should just sleep.' He dozed off.

BANG!

"What's wrong, Ink?" Dream asked.

Ink slammed the door open, entering the room in a drastic matter. "Classic is the original Sans!" He shouted.

Dream and Blue froze, their eyes widened with shock.

"What do you mean?" Dream asked, a bit panicked.

"The original timeline is called Undertale. Classic specifically told me he's Sans from Undertale!" Ink's face was full of panic, being in a rush. "Where is he right now?!"

"Blue's the one in charge of the guest..." Dream turned to Blue.

Ink's head immediately changed directions, staring menacingly at Blue.

Blue sweated nervously. "Well.. uh.. I haven't seen him since yesterday..." His voice shook as he spoke.

"And you didn't check up on him?!" Ink shook Blue violently on his shoulders.

"Well- he should be fine, right?!" Blue panicked.

"...Actually, I don't feel his presence anywhere near here..." Dream announced.

"..."

Ink clenched onto his hair, wanting to rip it apart. "We're fucking doomed if the Bad Sanses finds him."

Dream sweated. "I'll go talk to my brother about it."

"I'm going with you." Ink declared.

Dream nodded. "Blue. You stay here and take care of the base."

"Alright, Dream."

"What brings you here, brother."

At the Bad Sanses' base...

Dream approached the octopus, surrounded by his own gang members, on high guard. "I came to find someone." He stated his reason. "Do you know anyone who wears a blue jacket with a grey hoodie, saggy black pants, and pink slippers?" Dream inquired.

Ink stood behind him, ready to fight if necessary.

Nightmare grinned. "And if I do?"

"Please hand him over." Dream tried to be polite.

"And if I don't?" Nightmare mocked the latter, looking down on him.

Dream furrowed his brows. "I don't want to fight with you, so don't make things difficult." He gritted his teeth.

"That's not going to happen, even in your dreams." Nightmare shrugged. "Attack." He commanded.

The other guys waiting for an order attacked them simultaneously.

"I knew they wouldn't settle so easily!" Ink slashed his paintbrush around, creating an ink wall to hinder the enemies' pathway.

The wall collapsed in an instant, cut down by Cross' blades. "We meet again, traitor."

Ink retreated backwards, avoiding a cut from Cross.

"Please, Nightmare!" Dream shouted. "We'll all die if the original Sans dies!"

Nightmare smirked slyly. "Thanks for telling me." He turned to Dust. "Take Classic away, and don't let these fools find him."

Dust nodded, teleporting away.

"Nightmare!" Dream shouted in a fit of anger.

Nightmare attacked Dream with his tentacles. "It's your fault for trusting me so easily." He wrapped Dream up, hindering his movements.

"They're getting away!" Ink shouted, trying to break the frontlines and raid the place.

Dream struggled to get rid of the ties.

Ink tried to hold his ground against the other three, but was overpowered by numbers. "Dream! Are you alright?!" He wasn't going to wait for an answer. "I'll try getting help from Error! Please hold on for a moment!"

"Alright!" Dream broke through the restraints, firing at the opponents with his bow and arrows. "Please hurry up!"

"Not so fast, Dream." Horror threw his axe, aiming for the head, at Dream. However, he missed by barely an inch. Horror frowned.

"Better luck next time." Killer mocked Horror, running past him.

Horror looked up. "Hey!" He shouted, upset.

Ink opened a portal to the anti-void where Error resided.

"H3y! Wh@t'r3 y0u Do1Ng h3r3!" Error shouted at Ink, stopped by a knife heading his way. "L00k wh3re Y0uR G01nG!"

"Sorry!" Killer didn't mean it sincerely.

"Error! You have to help us!" Ink pleaded.

Error leaned backwards, resting up in the air held up by his blue strings. "AnD wH¥ sh0u|d I?" He asked, not even lending an ear.

"They're holding the original Sans captive." Ink frowned. "You know what'll happen if he dies."

Error sat up, a bit surprised. "F1n£, y0u ()w3 mE."

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"Retreat." Nightmare ordered as he fell backwards. "Meet up with Dust."

The others nodded, receiving his word.

"They're getting away!" Ink shouted.

Error frowned. "7u$t f0||ow th£m, 1di0t."

With Dust and Classic...

"What are you doing?" Classic asked. He just woke up, but found himself being carried in Dust's arms.

Dust lowered his head, hiding his face. "We're leaving. The base has been attacked." A slight, purple blush appeared on his face under his hood.

Classic raised an eyebrow, confused. Who would attack them? "Where are we going?" He asked.

"We're moving to another AU until the others join up with us." Dust teleported away with Classic.

"Where?"

"You ask too much questions." Dust didn't answer.

'Wow, thanks.' Classic thought sarcastically. He looked around at the new surroundings.

It looked like his world, but it felt so empty... The snow was sprinkled in dust. There was no one there, not even a living creature.

[ Dusttale ]

"You can let go of me now." Classic suggested, gently pushing Dust away on his chest.

Dust's grip tightened. "No. Boss told me to take care of you." He lied.

'What a complicated fella.' Classic thought. 'Judging from the exterior, it seems to be his place.' He concluded by the fact no one was there, and Dust's level being 20 (killing everyone).

Dust approached a house, his old home, with Classic in his arms. He reached out for the handle, opening the door. Dust placed Classic on the couch, sitting next to him. "Sorry, it's not the cleanest place, it hasn't been taken care of for a while."

'I shouldn't dive too much into his business.' Classic closed his eyes, resting his head against the sofa. "Nah, it's fine. I can sleep almost anywhere."

Dust stared at Classic, dozing off. He got up from the sofa, heading towards a different room. Coming back with a blanket, Dust covered Classic's upper-body with it. "Goodnight." He sat back down, closing his eyes.

Classic opened one eye, looking around carefully.

"Boss!" Killer called out.

The Bad Sanses were currently being tailed by the Star Sanses.

Killer looked behind their backs. "They're following us!" He shouted as he ran quickly, following Nightmare's lead.

"I know that." Nightmare groaned, annoyed. "Cross." He called out. "Lead them off track then regroup at Dust's place."

"Yes, boss!" Cross diverted paths.

Nightmare, hiding the other two around his tentacles, blended into the shade of the trees surrounding them like an octopus he is.

"Where did they go?!" Ink looked around frantically.

"That way!" Dream pointed at Cross.

Error frowned. "Fu€k|ng DuMb@s$£s." He split up with them, finding his own way.

The three teleported away.

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"We lost them!" Killer cheered.

"Shut up." Nightmare walked forward. "Once they realize they've been tricked, Ink will try to find us through the doodle sphere."

Killer nodded.

They walked off, approaching Dust's house.

"You're here." Dust greeted them at the front door.

"Good job, Dust." Nightmare complimented Dust on fulfilling his order.

"I wanna be praised by boss too." Killer sulked.

Dust nodded.

Nightmare turned to Classic, picking him up in his tentacles.

"What should we do now, boss?" Horror asked.

Nightmare grinned, looking up at the guy in front of him hanging in the air. "We'll create the perfect hostage. Since they're so keen on living, they'll have to obey our command."

Killer smirked, understanding the assignment. "I'll go get the ropes!" He ventured off.

Horror sat down on the floor, next to the couch, resting. "You got any food in here, Dust?"

Dust crossed his arms. "What makes you think so?" He spoke in a rude tone.

"I don't know.." Horror lowered his head, a bit upset. "Is he awake?" He asked, looking at Classic. "Shouldn't we wake him up?" Horror suggested.

"He'll wake up eventually." Nightmare stood still, waiting for Killer to collect the needed supplies.

"What if they don't buy the trap?" Dust asked, critically thinking. "They have Error on their side now, he's not stupid like the rest of them."

Nightmare furrowed his brows, frowning. "We'll see about that. Whether he actually helps them or not. And if he does help them, we'll just have to take him down as well."

Easier said than done.

Dust nodded, standing aside.

"I'm back!" Killer waved the rope around as he came back inside the room. He walked over to Classic.

"I'll do it." Nightmare snatched the rope from Killer's grasp.

Killer looked at his hand, a bit saddened. "I wanted to tie him up..." He sulked.

Dust scoffed.

Nightmare finished quickly.

Classic was now tied up against a chair. Roped around his limbs and his mouth to muffle any sounds he made. It was tightly knotted, enough to leave a trace, but not enough to damage someone, unless they struggled ferociously.

Killer squealed. "He looks so hot tied up!" The corner of his lips began to rise into a grin. "What an erotic pose!" His cheeks blushed red.

"..."

The others didn't have a comment. Hearing Killer's response, they couldn't help but also think about inappropriate things.

Back with Ink, Dream, and Cross...

"Uhh, Dream." Ink called out as the two were chasing Cross.

"What is it?" Dream's eyes and most of his attention was focused on the chase.

Ink sweated. "How come it's only Cross?"

Dream stopped. "What?" He looked back at Ink, then at the running guy.

Only one person, and that was Cross.

'Ah shit. They caught on.' Cross teleported away to another AU.

"We've been tricked!" Dream panicked. He turned to Ink in a swift motion. "Ink! We have to find the others quickly! We can't lose them!"

"I'm on it!" Ink swabbed his giant paintbrush around in the air, forming a portal.

The two jumped inside.

The doodle sphere...

The two walked around the white spat filled with white sheets floating in the air.

"Do you feel their presence, Dream?" Ink asked, looking around.

None of the AUs were corrupted currently, everything seemed normal.

Dream furrowed his brows. "I.. can't sense them..." Dream started to worry. "I don't feel any negative emotions..."

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"S0 yOu w3r£ h£r3 th1$ WH()|e 7im3."

The Bad Sanses glanced at the glitch, turning to him.

"So you came, Error." Nightmare greeted him.

Error frowned. "Th@T'$ hIm?" He stared at the tied up Classic. "tH£ ()rIng@L $Ans?" Error teleported to Classic's side.

Nightmare and his gang flinched, turning up their guard.

"Get away from him, Error." Nightmare threatened him.

"0r wH@t?" Error asked, amused.

"Or I'll kill you." Nightmare's gaze sharpened as his tentacles aimed to hurt Error.

Error dodged, jumping to the side. "F|n3, I w0n't ToU€h him." He settled down. "I W@nT to S££ th@T stup1d squ1d P@nIc L|k3 aN Id|Ot."

Nightmare retracted his tentacles, but he was still wary of that guy.

"YoU kNow, h3'$ k1nD@ CUt£." Error grinned. He carefully inspected the man in front of him, examining every detail. Then he lifted his hand at him. A doll that looked oddly like Classic appeared in his hand, stringed together by the same blue strings from Error's face. "H£ l00k$ evEn Sm@||Er As a D0Ll!" Error laughed like a broken engine.

Nightmare frowned.

Blink blink. Classic awoke from his loud voice.

"Oh, h£'s Aw@K3." Error quieted down. "D1d I aW@ke Ya uP?"

Classic stared at him, confused. Who is this guy? Classic tried to move, but couldn't. His arms, legs, and even mouth has restraints.

"Oh, R1ghT, yOu c@N't Sp3@k."

"Mmm!" Classic shook the chair violently.

"Don't try to escape. You'll only hurt yourself." Nightmare reassured the guy.

Classic glared at Nightmare. 'I knew I shouldn't have trusted them.'

Killer looked outside the dusty windows, leaning against the free space. "I think they're coming soon."

Dust stood next to him. "Cross is here."

Nightmare turned to the window. "Get ready." He ordered his men.

"Yes, boss!"

'What are they doing?' Classic pondered.

Horror got up from the floor, picking up his axe and rested it on his shoulder. "He should've brought food if he was coming back." Horror muttered.

Bang!

Cross slammed the door open, huffing for lost air. "They've figured out our trick." He plopped onto the couch.

"Good job." Nightmare told Cross. "Rest up for now."

Cross nodded.

'Who?' Classic raised an eyebrow.

"What're you doing here, Error?" Cross asked. "I thought you teamed up with them."

Error frowned. "I W()u|d n3v£r t3@m uP W1th ThOs£ fr£aKS."

Cross leaned back against the couch.

"They're here." Nightmare announced, feeling their presence.

Killer grinned, pulling his knife closer to his face. He was waiting for this moment with anticipation.

"Should we move to a more open area?" Dust asked. He judged the place unfitting for if a fight were to occur.

"No." Nightmare rejected his suggestion. "I'm sure they'll compile with our request." He smirked pridefully.

Killer lowered his knife, disappointed. "So there won't be a fight?"

No one answered him.

"That sucks." Killer groaned.

BANG!

The door fell down, dust flew everywhere from the impact.

'The Star Sanses?' Classic raised an eye, surprised by their visit. 'Wait.' He froze. 'Are they enemies?' Classic realized what was going on. 'Am I being used as a hostage?'

"Classic! Are you alright?!" Dream shouted, trying to confirm his wellbeing. "Don't worry, we'll save you soon!"

Nightmare sharpened his tentacle, pointing it straight at Classic's neck. "One step and I'll end his life." He threatened him.

"Brother! You shouldn't be doing this! We should work together to protect the original Sans!" Dream tried to reason with the octopus that was driven by negativity.

The feeling of fear and anxiety only strengthened Nightmare's power. Nightmare smirked, feeling despair coming from the protector of positivity himself. "Why should I?" He asked. "If the original Sans is so important to you, then why not struggle for him?" Nightmare's tentacles slithered around Classic's body.

"Ugh..." Classic groaned.

"Classic!" Dream rushed forward at them, but was pulled back by Ink.

Killer sharpened his knife, ready for a brawl between the two parties. He frowned when Dust stepped in front of him, stopping Killer.

Ink held Dream still by the wrist. "Stop it, Dream." He shook his head. "You heard what he said, he'll end Classic's life if you move."

Dream bit his lower lips, settling down again. "What do you want?" He asked, bargaining.

Nightmare grinned. "Don't interfere with our work, or try to stop what we're doing. You be on your way and we'll do our thing. A truce, you could say." He explained, knowing that idiotic brother of his wouldn't understand.

Dream clenched his fist, thinking. "Alright..." He agreed.

Nightmare turned around, at Classic. He untied him from the chair he was bound to.

Classic stood up, caressing the stain marks from the ropes.

"Are you okay? I didn't tie it too tight, did I?" Nightmare asked.

Dream's eyes widened. 'Brother.. is being nice...?' He was shocked by the scene in front of him.

"I'm fine." Classic yawned, stretching his limbs out. He was sore from sitting for such a long time.

The others blushed, seeing the sleepy side of Classic a bit cute.

"Since you guys have made up with each other. Can I return home now?" Classic asked. He placed his hands back in his jacket pockets, slouching his shoulders down lazily.

"Uh.." Ink looked away. "I still haven't found out a way to get you home.. I was too busy trying to find you." He apologized, acknowledging his mistake.

"I guess that's fine." Classic shrugged. "So where will I be staying?" He asked.

The Star Sanses and Bad Sanses lived in two completely different places.

"You'll be staying at ours."

Both sides answered at the same time, with the exact same answer.

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"He'll be staying at ours place, dearest brother." Dream spoke with a smile, a smile that emitted a bad feeling. "He was supposed to be at our place before he suddenly disappeared, after all."

"Could say the same." Killer mocked the guy. "You tried to take him away as well!" He pointed his knife at Dream.

"That was only to save him." Dream justified his actions.

"Hey." Ink interrupted. "I'm the one who's going to find his way back home, so he should stay with us!"

"1 €ouLd d() tH£ $am3 TH1ng fOr h|m." Error countered Ink's claim. "H3 $hoU1d sTay WIth m£ 1nst£aD oF y0u L0s3r$." He brought Classic up to his height with his blue strings, the two hung around in the air together.

Nightmare broke the strings, catching the falling Classic in his arms. "Classic will be staying with us. We have more room in my palace anyways."

Horror cracked a smile. "We also have more food!" He happily announced, joining in the meaningless argument.

Dust crossed his arms, pushing his hood lower to his face. "Why don't we let him decide?" He suggested.

Classic sweated. "I barely know any of you..." Yet he still stayed at their places once, what a great claim.

Dream smiled. "We can get to know each other as we stay together."

"Do I have to stay at one of you guys' place?" Classic asked, uncomfortable with the situation he was put into the spotlight.

"Yes!"

Some of them shouted.

"If you come with us, I'll treat you like royalty. Because you are my queen!" Killer winked with a huge, shiny grin on his face. "Horror and Dust will be your servants, and I will be your king!"

"I never agreed to this." Dust interrupted his delusions.

"What's a servant?" Horror asked.

They really had nothing that suited to Classic's taste for offer.

'I'd rather just sleep on the grass.' Classic thought. "Where's Blue?" He finally noticed the other missing person.

"Oh. He's back at the base, watching over it." Ink answered.

"Blue isn't important." Killer pouted.

"So. Who will you stay with?" Cross asked Classic in the midst of the chaos.

Classic shrugged.

Tap

Tap

Someone approached them.

Everyone immediately turned to the weight of the pressure.

Their aura was intimidating. They weren't anywhere close to that person, yet their presence was made known from the distance.

"Error404?" Error and Ink's eyes widened as they called out the person's name.

Pale skin with blue stripes running down from their eyes. Dark blue hair covered by their hood, a white jacket with a string of the very same blue from their cheeks. As classified by Error and Ink, that person was known as "Error404".

"You know him?" Dream asked, he raised an eyebrow, confused.

Classic turned to them. 'Who is he?' He thought. They didn't seem to be a part of either sides.

"1t'$ be3n awh|l£, €l@ssY." The figure approached Classic.

Classic raised his eyebrows, surprised and confused. 'He knows me? And he's using a nickname...' He furrowed his brows. "Who are you?" Classic asked.

The figure crossed their arms, visibly upset. "Y0u f()rGot ab0UT m3? I gU£ss it H@s b33n AwhI1E." He frowned. "ThE N@me'$ Error404."

"I haven't heard that name before." Dust frowned.

"Me either." Cross agreed.

"Then how come Error and Ink knows him?" Dust questioned. "He also seems to know Classic."

"Y0u'RE T@lkInG ab()uT m3 rIght |n fr0nt Of mE, WHy D0N'T y0u Ju$t S@y IT d1r3ctly At m£ th3n?" Error404 spoke in a rather rude tone.

Dust and Cross went silent.

"HMph" Error404 snorted.

Nightmare interrupted, "why have you come in between us now?" He asked. Nightmare was ready for a battle, however, he was unsure whether it was the right thing to do, the opponent in front of him seemed rather strong... stronger than all of them...

Dream furrowed his brows, worried. "Brother.. calm down. We don't always have to resolve things through a fight." He tried looking out for Nightmare.

Nightmare scoffed.

"H3r3 tO t@k£ bA€k wh@t'$ mIn3." Error404 grinned. "Th3 1nf0rm@t10n WaS D3layED, $0 I'm @ b|t LAt£, buT 1'm h3r3 n3v£rtHEL3ss." He patted Classic's shoulder. "L3t'$ h3@d bACk, sh@Ll WE?" Error404 smiled.

"What?—"

Their words of confusion was cut off as the two figures disappeared in front of them.

Classic's eyes widened as he was transported, but softened as his eyes met with the scenery.

The place felt familiar to Classic. A flower field, not just any flower field. One filled with glowing blue flowers planted into the dark soil, hidden underneath the black ceiling portraying a starry night from the word above the surface.

How come they were here? Why come this person teleported them here?

"Y0u R3m3mb3r TH1s p|ACE." Error404 could tell from his expression. He sat down on the grass. Error404 patted the ground next to him, telling Classic to sit down beside him.

Classic did just that, he rested upon the ground. "Yeah..? I visit this place quite often."

"N0t ThI$ pl@c3, th£ 0n3 FR0m yOuR un1v3r$e." Error404 corrected him.

"What do you mean?" Classic asked, perplexed.

"Th1$ FL0w3R fI£ld iS frOm AlphaTale, 1 vis|t thIs p1ac3 3v£rYd@y. BuT 1 N£veR SEE ¥ou." He lowered his head. "W3 uS3d to ()ftEn Com3 her£ tOg3th3r."

"We have?" Classic raised an eyebrow. "I don't remember doing such thing..." His expression dulled a bit, frustrated with his recollection.

Error404 slumped back onto the grass, closing his eyes. He seemed hurt, but why? Like he was trapped in a distant past, unable to get away.

Classic felt a bit pitiful for the guy. "Hey. You can talk to me about things. You know, 404?" He looked up at the blank ceiling. "I'm not good at giving advice, but I'm a good listener." Classic reassured him.

Error404's eyes widened, he sprung up from the ground. "D1d y0u JU$t c@lL m3 '404'?"

"Sorry." Classic apologized. "I'm too lazy to say your full name."

A small smile crept across Error404's face. "N(), iT'$ FIn3." He plopped back onto the ground, relaxed. 'Maybe we can start anew.' Error404 thought.

"ZZZzzz..."

Error404 looked to his side, faced with a sleeping Classic. He sighed, smiling. "Y0u L@zY buM."

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Killer sulked, facing the wall.

"We agreed on the alliance, so now what?" Dust asked. "Should Classic stay at our place or your's?"

"We can split it." Cross suggested. "He can stay at our base for a week, then the other week he'll be your's." He explained.

Classic raised his hand. "Who was that guy from earlier?" He asked. "He said his name was Error404 or something." Classic sat on the bed while slouching, swinging his legs back and forth.

"That's cute." Killer grinned, blushing.

Everyone ignored him.

"Uhh.." Ink shrugged. "We don't know much about him either."

"Alright." Classic fell back on the bed. "I'm going to sleep then."

"Aren't you hungry?" Horror asked. "I'm starving." His stomach grumbled. "We should eat first, I'll cook." Horror smiled.

"No thanks, buddy." Classic gave him a weak thumbs up.

Horror frowned. "It's not good to skip meals."

"Just leave him be." Cross stopped Horror. "He'll eat when he's hungry." He walked out of the room.

Dream smiled. "I'll see you later then. You can stay here for a week. Remember to come by our place next week."

Classic nodded.

Dream and Ink left through a portal.

"I'm leaving too." Dust left.

"What if that guy comes back?" Error asked, getting an uncomfortable feeling from all this. "If he does, we won't be able to hold our grounds if he's upset."

"Who?" Classic tilted his head.

The remaining people in the room blushed slightly.

"That guy who kidnapped you." Cross replied, staying cold and stern in his tone.

Nightmare crossed his arms. "He would've been here by now if he really wanted to, but he's not." He frowned. "What happened back there?" Nightmare asked Classic.

"Not much." Classic recalled. "We talked for a but, then I fell asleep."

"What did you talk about?" Error asked.

"Well. He asked if I remember that flower field he brought me to." Classic said. "Then he went on about denying that I did go there often. Don't know what he wants though."

Error frowned. "Alright." He left, slipping away into a portal.

Horror smiled, walking up to Classic. "Wanna come with me to the garden?" He asked Classic.

"The garden?" Classic lifted an eyebrow. "Sure." He got off the bed, walking alongside Horror.

"There he goes, stealing Classic away from me." Killer frowned.

Cross patted his back. "Get over it. It's not like you even know him or the other way around." He walked out of the room.

"Oh wow." Classic gasped. "It's filled with flowers here as well."

Horror smiled, proud that his work was finally getting recognition. "Yep! I planted and watered them all by hand!"  He wore a straw hat to protect his head from the sun and gardening clothes to avoid getting dirty. "Want to help me take care of them today?"

"Sure, buddy." Classic nodded.

The sun was glowing at just the right temperature and the wind was a nice blow against the warmth.

Classic bent down to the ground, taking a short break.

Horror placed his straw hat on Classic's head. "Tired already?" He asked. Horror himself was also sweating a few drops

Classic adjusted the hat. "I don't exercise a lot." He sighed, standing back up.

"Meow!"

Classic looked around. "Is there a cat here?"

Horror nodded. "Come here, Fluffy!" He called out for the cat.

A grey cat with black stripes ran at him, crashing into his arms. It snuggles itself into Horror's hands.

"It's cute." Classic complimented the cat. "Is it a he or a she?" He asked.

"It's a girl." Horror smiled, extending the cat to Classic. "Wanna hold her?"

The cat tilted its head, staring at Classic with its big eyes.

"Sure." Classic gently took Fluffy, holding it in his arms. He softly petted the cat between her ears. The fur was nice and tidy, as her name suggested, fluffy. What a nice feeling, Classic thought.

Horror stiffened up. He also wanted pats from Classic as well.

"Are we done for the day?" Classic asked, putting the cat back down on the ground. "I'm getting kinda sleepy." He yawned.

Cute, Horror thought. He snapped out of his daze. "A- ah.. you can sleep under the tree over there while I finish watering the flowers." He pointed at the large tree in the middle of the flower field. "I'll wrap it up quickly!"

Classic nodded. He separated ways as he went off to the tree with Fluffy. He found a nice spot directly by the trunk, under the shadows, where he took a quick nap.

Fluffy approached Classic, finding a place in his lap as she laid down to sleep alongside him.

Shortly, Horror finished up the farm work. He went over to check on Classic.

The wind blew gently against them, flower petals falling from their roots and into the air around them. A few petals falling on top of Classic.

Horror smiled softly. He walked up towards Classic, sitting down in front of him. "Hey. You awake?" He tried keeping his tone low. But when Classic didn't answer, he got up. Picking up Fluffy without waking her up, he took off his jacket and placed it over Classic's limp body. Hopefully he won't get cold.

"Hey! Horror!" Cross came running towards him. "Where's Classic?!" His voice sounded a bit panicked.

Horror turned around. "He's asleep.. what do you want?" He asked.

"That skeleton from earlier came looking for Classic again." Cross stopped in front of Horror. "He seems upset now."

Horror frowned. "Why would he come now?"

"I don't know." Cross shrugged. "Something must've angered him. We should return quickly, he might kill the rest off if we don't."

Horror anxiously nodded. He bent over at Classic, tapping him on the shoulder. "Hey.. you awake...?" He asked again.

Classic slowly opened his eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Cross crossed his arms. "That guy called Error404 came back to find you. He's making a fuss about shit."

Classic nodded.

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"What the fuck is your problem?!" Nightmare shouted at Error404. "You clearly don't care for him, seeing as you—who's more powerful than all of us—didn't chase after him when I took him. So why the fuck are you bothering us now?!"

Error404 stood silent, not responding.

Error frowned, not liking this kind of situation. He didn't know what kind of trouble they were going to get in, but it wasn't going to be nice. "Shut up, Nightmare."

Nightmare gritted his teeth. "Don't tell me what to do!"

"Hey. What happened here?" Ink asked, appearing from the splatter of ink with Blue and Dream alongside him. "Oh. I see." He caught glimpse of Error404.

"I'm here." Classic walked into the crowded room with his two escorts.

"Classy." Error404 finally spoke.

"You're here again." Classic greeted the guy. "Whatcha need today?" He asked.

Error404 raised his hand, as if he was offering it. "Let's hang out."

"Huh?" Classic tilted his head, surprised by the sudden invitation.

"You could call it a date."

"WHAT?!" Killer shouted through the palace walls.

"A date...?" Classic repeated. "I've never been on a date before, nor have I been in a relationship."

Error404 smiled, "I know. I could be your first."

"Or I could." Killer snuck next to Classic's side, hugging him from behind. "It'll be fun." He grinned.

Error404 threw Killer to the side with his strings like a puppeteer.

"Owe." Killer pouted.

"Maybe we should all hang out today." Blue suggested. "We can get to know each other and bond together! We'll be able to maintain our alliance then!"

Dust tilted his head downward. "No thanks. I'd rather stay in the palace."

"Come on. It'll be fun!" Ink pressured. "Or don't, I'll get the whole day alone with Classic then!" He grinned, getting ahead of himself.

Dust groaned. "Fine, I'll come."

Horror smiled, nodding.

"What about you, brother?" Dream asked.

Nightmare frowned. "I would rather stay away from you guys, but I'll come just for today."

Dream smiled. "Thank you, brother!"

"I'm not doing this for you!" Nightmare crossed his arms.

Dream nodded. "What about you then, Cross?" He turned to the Oreo.

He shrugged. "Nothing else to do."

"You coming too?" Ink asked Error.

Error frowned. "Sure, whatever. Making sure you idiots don't do something reckless like creating another AU while I'm away."

Ink grinned. "I'll make sure to do just that!"

Error threw Ink away the same way Error404 did to Killer.

"I guess that's it." Classic shrugged. "Where should we go first?"

"Maybe the mall?" Dream suggested.

Ink and Killer banded together. "First, we should choose who gets to stay by Classic's side!"

"Me?" Classic pointed at himself as he tilted his head, confused.

They all blushed, tempted by a classical cutie.

"Yes, you!" Ink confirmed.

"Obviously I should stay by his side." Error404 made the decision. "I'm the strongest, I'll be able to protect him from you idiots."

"Can't argue with that." Error looked away.

"But I wanted to be by Classic's side.." Horror cried internally.

Killer patted his on the shoulder. "I know, we all do." He dramatically joined along the crying session.

"Are you all fucking dumb?" Error asked, flabbergasted.

"It's not our fault that you're built different!" Killer complained.

Dust facepalmed himself.

"It's common sense! Two people can stay by his side!" Error shouted. "How the fuck am I supposed to know you don't have a fricking brain in your skull?!"

"Cuz I don't." Killer nonchalantly answered.

"I meant that metaphorically." Error corrected.

"And I didn't." Killer smirked.

"Let's get going. It's getting late." Classic walked out the door.

Blue walked alongside him, already claiming a spot. "Where are we going?" He asked.

"The mall, I guess." Classic answered. "You know any good malls?"

Blue sweated, scratching his head awkwardly. "Sorry, I don't. I'm rather busy working to protect everyone."

"That's understandable." Classic patted Blue, "good work."

Blue blushed. "Thank you!" He smiled.

The others frowned, following behind them.

"Stop watching them so closely, you're starting to look like a creep." Dust warned Killer.

"I can't let this be!" Killer tugged on a handkerchief with his teeth. "Why does Blue get to walk alongside Classic and not me?!"

Dust side-eyed him. "Do you see yourself right now?"

"What's wrong, Error?" Cross asked, noticing a serious look on that guy's face.

"Nothing." He shook his head. "Just confused. Why would Error404 care about Classic to show up for him twice?"

Cross shrugged. "Seems like you know him very well." He became a bit suspicious. What was their relationship? He kinda looked like Error too.. brothers maybe?

"What shop you wanna go to first?" Error404 asked. "I'll pay for your stuff."

Classic didn't seem all impressed or anything. "I don't know." He shrugged. "Not much of a shopper."

"What about getting some new clothes?" Blue suggested. "I haven't seen you change since I met you. Not that it's bad or anything."

You haven't either, Classic thought.

"What.. is this...?" Classic found himself getting dragged away by the group's bickering. He was forced into a dressing room with a single item, then forced to change into it.

As Classic came out, they all began to blush and turn flustered.

Classic wore a red dress: hung around his shoulders were two small straps, it came down above his knees with a split by the side, fitted to his skin tightly. His curves and beauty was on full display like a model on the runway.

Error404 grinned, eyeing from head to toe. He spotted every detail of Classic.

"You.. look beautiful, Classic..." Horror flushed from his head to his collar.

"You look fantastic!" Blue cheered, his cheeks a bit blue.

"Be my bride, Classic!" Killer bent down on his knee, holding out a ring pop up towards Classic.

Ink snapped a photo, hiding his bleeding nose.

Error looked away, but his system had malfunctioned severely.

Dust pulled down his hood, hiding his expression in the shadows.

Dream smiled softly, blushing slightly.

"You haven't unlocked the full beauty yet." An unexpected voice came from behind the crowd. The guy, wearing a bit of revealing clothing came forward at Classic. "You're missing an important touch."

"Lust?"

Classic tilted his head, confused. "Who are you?" He asked.

"No need to worry, darling." Lust blushed. He picked up a few things from his handbag. "I'll make you a goddess!"

Classic flinched, wanting to retreat however he was too late. Lust had already had him in his clutches.

Lust stopped after he finished, staring at Classic awestruck.

Classic felt a bit uncomfortable having makeup on his face. This cheeks held a cute pink blush, his lashes became longer and more flattering, while his lips became stained in a red that matched his dress.