Ask!Fated Red

[askundertalefatedred]

I forgor to actually open the asks T-T, they open now

[askundertalefatedred]

“...so this is it,” he muttered.

Silence answered him.

At first.

Then something shifted in the white.

Not visually. More like a pressure behind his thoughts, like the emptiness had decided it wasn’t empty anymore.

A voice.

Then another.

Then dozens. is this the ending?? hey sans?? why did you do that?? what happens next?? are you alive?? I'm so green. reset??

Sans froze.

“what?”

The words didn’t come from the space in front of him. They came from everywhere at once. Inside his skull. Behind his ribs. Under his eyelids.

“hold on,” he snapped suddenly, taking a step back like he could physically avoid it. “hold on-”

The voices didn’t stop.

Sans grabbed his head.

“slow down!” he shouted, sharper this time. “slow down- i can’t-”

The white didn’t react.

The voices didn’t obey.

They just kept coming. Faster. Louder. Too many to separate, too many to track, like a hundred unfinished thoughts being forced into the same moment.

And Sans, standing alone in the blank nothing, started to realize something with a sinking feeling in his chest:

This wasn’t silence anymore.

It was an audience.

Start ask!