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ʏᴏᴜ.. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ...
Special... In the way that you know things you shouldn't.. But it doesn't really change anything 'cause you. don't. matter! Not in the slightest!
AUs.. Now they matter. Each and every story created by CREATORS, an impactful word in 'your world'. Creators are technical GODS where you are currently, yet they don't really interact with the worlds? Most of them don't at least.
𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 - that was your AU. Not a well known AU by creators, no not in any, ANY way- however it was known by a few.. Other people. These people thought to make a hub to make travel easier. You don't know all the details but apparently the Multiverse wasn't safe for quite a few centuries, or millennia. The only thing truly apparent was ya' new and you need to settle into the new world you were in.
Everyone you knew was kidnapped like 5 minutes ago and alllll this information was being shoved- no- bashed into your head like a piñata. Except the sweets/information were supposed to go INTO your head instead of falling out.
Right now they were doing a whole lot of falling out. Like, what? I mean you had your theories but- excuse me? You aren't that surprised but they are saying these things and confusion is confused.
They are making a MULTIVERSAL hub and YOUR AU were to be.. SHOP KEEPERS? It's due to a Muffet being the queen apparently?? Hold on- A Muffet??? Not all 'Muffet' are Queens??
This is where you are now, a state of complete and utter confusion, people making shocked conversation. When a cold, boney phalange pokes your shoulder.
You jolt and turn...
A dark mask greets you, covering grey, discoloured bones, his pinkish-purple eyelight's staring at you and his black turtleneck dressed by a white, dusty lab coat. Ah.. It's Sans, or Cider?
Everyone got to choose a nickname. Just not you. You were unique- they won't tell you what they mean by that for some reason.. not like they were actually talking to you anyway..
You raise an eyebrow at Cider, the bottom of his eyesocket's are raised- like he's smiling at you. But the top of his eye sockets are slanted away from each other.
Is he worried? Huh. I thought he'd be more preoccupied with everyone's new best friend. Chara- no Frisk, or 'Arack', they got a alternative name as well.
The human child that had freed everyone, in just a few hours. Hah! HOURS! Hours... They managed to befriend everyone in a few hours? Including the Queen? You tried so hard. Every second in the underground was spent trying to be their friends. Years. You were still so far away from them all.
Burning tears threatened to burst from your eyes. And then a child. A child. Haha. A FUCKING CHILD-
"are you feeling alright, peri?" one of Sa- Cider's sockets is slightly squinted, a purple bead forming.
Unlike the rude kidnappers, Cider was a welcome skeleton, so your expression softened when he spoke. But.. Peri?
Cider picks up on your confused expression and looks off to the side, his face slightly indigo.
"uh- i made a nickname for ya'- you, i hope you don't mind- it's just- you-" he sighs, face resembling a blackberry more and more by the second. "you were left out and- well i've wanted to call you that for ages.. y'- you know? the purple soul and all- ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ"
"It's nice, I like it- Thank you," you say as chill as possible, not awkwardly at all, completely normally.
"heh- well it wasn't me who came up with the name. my brother did, actually. he said it was his second favourite colour shortened... didn't even know he had a favourite colour."
Your pupils scan the area to find the lovely skeleton- catching on him and his Halloween-esque scarf. He used to just have a purple one- but one day after we hung out, he added the orange bit at the end. He's already looking at you, he seems out of it. You wave at him and mouth a thank you as he blinks and smiles with a slightly tilted head.
"how are you taking this all?" he gestures to the odd white airport looking area. Feels like an unfinished sketch.
"I think I'm okay- I mean we had our theories- and Alphy- well Kumoko- had a lot to say about it as well."
"oh yeah, the name was from an anime we watched together, wasn't it?" You nod. "huh.. well apparently we will get accommodations in a bit. it's being prepared right now and the houses are outside... wonder what they look like."
You were about to reply, when a skeleton cleared his throat and was handed a megaphone (summoned out of ink????). A glitchier skeleton sitting in a blue hammock lifts his hand up, azure strings tie around his phalanges. While this happens, the same strings wrap around the grinning figure- as the unamused monster clenches his fist and the figure is lifted up.
"HELLO EVERYBODY!" The chatter in the room silences. "YOU CAN CALL ME SWAP! THIS IS ERROR! AND WELCOME AGAIN! I AM SO SORRY YOU WERE BROUGHT HERE OUT OF NOWHERE-" He mumbles something unintelligibly. "-AND THANK YOU FOR AGREEING TO HELP US! I WON'T BORE YOU WITH A HISTORY LESSON, AS I'M SURE YOU ARE SUPER TIRED! BUT TRUELY, THANK YOU, EVERYONE HERE IS CONTRIBUTING TO A SAFE PLACE FOR EVERYONE IN THE MULTIVERSE!" The string around blue seems to slightly tighten for a moment, Swap doesn't notice. "WE WILL NOW BRING YOU TO YOUR HOUSES, PLEASE TELL US IF YOU NEED ANYTHING. WE ARE HAPPY TO HELP. IT'S THE LEAST WE CAN DO AFTER DRAGGING YOU ALL HERE ON SUCH SHORT NOTICE." Swap grins. He is definitely one of the nicest skeletons so far. He looks at a yellow skeleton and the summoner of the ink megaphone.
The four skeletons approach and together group your AU and herd the crowd outside.
You end up at the front of the march.
With the glitchy skeleton.
Who is currently glaring at you.
Won't this be interesting?