All Together
// Authors Note: Hello again, guys, I am sure you are all very happy to see the greatness that is moi. ‘I dip in da pool, a trip to de spa, the whole world according to moi’. Anyways, there are a few people questioning WHY Sandra would not go back to her own world if they do find a way to even leave. The reason is simple- there is no world there. I have mentioned this a couple times, but I figured that I should do it again, just to keep it moderately fresh in some people’s minds. Aight, onto the chapter, folks. //
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“Wait, what do you mean you are not going back?! Why would you leave everything behind? Would you not miss anybody?” Dust got up from her seat, looking over at Sandra with eyes that reflected nothing but obvious confusion and pain.
Sandra would never forget just how attached the ‘bad group’ was to her. They were all children, even before they had become blatant teenagers in this world of theirs. Well, not really children, but she would always think of them that way.
Leaving behind the worlds that she was familiar with, inside and out, would be a difficult task. Part of her aches, wishing to go back to the multiverse at least. However, after 4 years of schooling, training, and some run-ins with bad guys, she knew what she really wanted. She knew the purpose of being here, in the time that she is now.
She was sent here to redeem herself for all of her failures. She was sent here to be a hero, and save people. She wasn’t going to fail this time, even if it meant never going back to the multiverse.
“Dust, I am not going to stay here because I hate anyone. As I already said, though, I don’t have an AU to go back to. The original universe is gone, there is nothing left of it. Here, in this world, I can do what I have failed to do so many times before this…”
The girl looks over to the wall, where the items that belonged to her friends and family all hung in a nice display. She sighed, and walked over to Dust, who was still emotionally upset. All of them where, where the mood was light before, there was nothing but notable tension.
“Failed? What exactly are you talking about when referring to this failure? All of us have failed at something, Classic- Sandra.” Nightmare gets up from the couch, walking up to Sandra. She was a bit taller than her original form.
“Nightmare… you guys already know.. My failure was my constant inability to protect my brother, friends and the fellow people of Snowdin. I never got to protect him, or anyone else because of the player that kept coming to my world. I never truly won, and helped to keep my world free of pain, because I was cursed to always suffer, and in-suit, cause suffering to others.” Sandra looks away, not wanting to look anyone in the face after the statement. She just felt her lips quivering, not keen on hearing what they had to say, her mind set of them being mad at her for feeling such things.
“Sandra… you can’t keep blaming yourself for something you never did. The people who come to your world and kill everyone are at fault. You have suffered, we have all suffered. What do we all do when you die here, huh? What will happen to the rest of the AU’s?” Killer gets up from Horror’s lap, and walks over to the taller girl.
Sandra didn’t look them in the eyes, she just kept woefully looking off to the side in troubled thought.
“It is not fair for you to consider yourself a failure, when everything bad that happens in your world is not your fault. A genocidal brat invades the secure world of the underground. THEY are the ones who kill everyone. They do it because they are curious, and just sick.” Killer took a chance to roll back on her heels, hoping to calm herself down.
“I want to be able to help people… maybe… just maybe, if I can stay here, and become a hero, I can finally do something RIGHT. Maybe, I will finally be able to save a life and have it matter…” Sandra trails off, shuffling her feet as means of a distraction. The distraction didn’t really help her out though. She just felt even more tense.
Failure, and feelings of futility are painful, and often lead people to be foolish. However, Nightmare knew the feeling. When he was still akin to Night, the original version of Dream’s brother, he knew that version of himself felt futility all the time. All he ever felt was pain before he had eaten that blackened apple.
Nightmare steps forward. “Well, if you are going to stay here, I think I might, too. Classic, I do not want you to be stuck here all alone, and without anything else to do. I was separated from the passive side of Nightmare, so I can stay here without affecting Dream too much.”
Sandra looks back over to Nightmare, somewhat alarmed. She felt like she would want at least one of them to stay around. It would be nice to be around more people that she knew so well. At the same time, it would be them giving up their ways of life and original homes if more of them bothered to do the same.
Should she really make them WANT to do that? Should she really try to implore and encourage Nightmare staying here?
Error gets up from her seat, putting her hands on her hips with a huff. “I need to keep you in line. You may the original version of me, but you are much more stupid and get yourself in too much trouble!” Error sounded like a nag, Sandra noted. That was Error for you though, she was angry at stupid actions because she cared for people. Something she had a hard time even admitting to in the first place.
“I guess I should stay too. The folks back in HorrorTale are doing well, they have a constant food source, and I am still on Undyne’s hit-list anyways. If I go back there before my banishment is up, she will most likely try to dust me.” Horror rubs at the back of her head, her red eye seeming to wander at the thought of the Undyne from HorrorTale.
Sandra still hated that version of Undyne. She was such a pompous, temperamental brat…
Dust let her normal composure come back, before she sighed, looking to the side. “I can stay. I don’t really get along with any of the other monsters in my AU either. Understandably so, of course. Besides, I have Paps with me, that is all I need other than you guys.”
Cross thought back to her world. Her world had yet to be completely brought back from the pits of which Ink and made it spiral down into. His version of Gaster was always the reason behind something bad happening, if it wasn’t Ink behind it.
“I’mma stay too. I don’t feel like dealing with Gaster right now. Gaster and the others are all somewhere safe, even if i don’t think that Gaster himself should be preserved. He doesn’t have his powers either, so he can’t cause any issues.” Standing up, and adjusting her scarf, Cross walks over to the others who were starting to circle around Classic. She was silent.
There was a deep contemplative look on her face, one of worry and doubt.
Nightmare recognized it, and wished she had not. It was a common expression Classic had always had, if it were not already a default expression of hers. Classic never really was at ease, no matter what happened.
That was because something ALWAYS happens. Something causes whatever they have going to be thrown all around and jumbled into some new kind of mess. Always.
Somehow, though, they were all still hopeful that nothing would happen. Not this time. Was that too much to ask?
Killer shrugged, before she stood up. “The last interactions I have had with anyone in my AU was killing them years ago. None of them talk to me other than Grillby because Undyne won’t let Papyrus anywhere near me.” Killer noted, hardly phased by what she herself had said. “I should stay here, too. I really don’t wanna be the only one going back if we find a way to go back. I will be bombarded with questions.”
Sandra steps back a little bit, before looking at them all with a serious glint in her eyes. “Are you sure you really want to do this? What if you start to miss your homes? What if someone needs you? You guys have people there, that can be waiting for you..”
Nightmare chuckled, before putting her hand on Sandra’s shoulder. “Trying to get rid of us or what, Sandra? Want to keep all the fun to yourself this time?” The tone was playful and accusing, making the original version settle down substantially.
“Heh, of course I am not trying to hog all the action.” She paused and thought about what she was going to say next. “In fact, I don’t think I will need to hog the action at all, anyways. I don’t think you guys will be able to keep up with me, anywho!” She winks at them in the typically challenging, and playful manner.
“Oh-ho-ho-ho, you wanna go? I will beat you, right here, right now!” Error lunged forward, only for Sandra to teleport behind her, and grab her under her arms. “Hey, let me go! I knew that was a bluff!” Error soon repeats Sandra’s action, and teleports. However, she teleports herself above the other girl, instead of behind.
“Wait-what-” Before Sandra could even look up to see where the tri-hair colored girl had gone, she felt pressure on her back. “Oh shoot!” she exclaims in shock before landing on the floor under Error, who was laughing.
“Care to keep going?” Error sticks out her tongue, before snickering at Classic, who was blushing a bit in embarrassment for not seeing the attack coming.
“Over my soggy slippers!” Sandra teleported again, and reappeared in several areas around Error, confusing the former ‘Destroyer of AUs’. Error quickly got dizzy, because she was not much of a runner. As soon as she was distracted, the original version of the Sans group appeared behind her, tying her hands up with a zip tie.
“Haha, I win!!” Sandra cheered over the other, who grumbled, and tried to wrestle around on the floor with her arms still bound together by the simple object.
“Now listen here, Classic, you just got lucky, is all! I will get ya next time!”
Dust, who was laughing from the side of the small rough-housing area, just wheezed and grabbed her midsection. It was painful to laugh so hard, and it made her somewhat internally regret it, despite it being a natural reaction.
No wonder humans didn’t laugh that hard all the time. It freaking hurt!
Nightmare only gave a soft laugh, before walking over to Error, using a pair of scissors to cut her free from the bindings. “Error, why didn’t you just use your blue strings to keep Classic in place?”
Error blushed even harder, before looking down. She was playfully pugnacious and easily forgot she could even use those. “I- I uh, was going easy on Classic, that is all.” She huffed out, before looking away from the group.
“Yeahhh, sure-” Cross snickered before she went and helped Error up from where she was on the floor. “Either way, we know if we were in a full out battle with classic 5 to 1, somehow Classic would still win anyways.” Cross sighed, with a slight smile.
Everyone was silent, though ought to know just how scary powerful Sans really was when she was mad, in direct danger, or anything in between those. He was scary, and ruthless, and no one would leave the fight without wishing that they had not started it in the first place.
“Alright guys… we should get to bed. Help me set up some beds for you and we can get something more permanent figured out soon! Remember to actually sleep, seeing as you have to take that Entrance exam tomorrow.” Sandra reminded them, before leaving the room to get a foam mattress from the closet in the hallway, as well as large, plush blankets. These would have to do for a mattress for now.
She was aware that having to sleep on the ground could cause back problems, but that was something that could not be helped. Not at the moment. All of the other girls all follow and help her set up their sleeping quarters for the night.
Soon enough, all of them are in bed, chatting lightly before falling asleep. Tomorrow was going to be one hectic, busy day.
//To be Continued.//