Bruh, what the sigma?

Indie Epic RP/Ask Blog

[memelordbruh]

He proceeds to cough and hack up dust and cobwebs for a while afterward.... Also Muffet became really upset with him after accidentally yeeting one of her spiderlings upon the violent sit-up.

(Comic drawn by yours truly and was inspired by the Gumball return trailer. Pfp is not done by me.)

((What's up everyone? I'm Hoshiko. 30+ She/Her. I have 10+ years of roleplaying experience. This is a side blog for Epic!Sans. I follow back under my main OC account @kokorothehuntedhybrid.

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[dreamsofpositivity]

The late afternoon light stretched long and warm across the horizon, painting the world in soft gold. A gentle breeze tugged at Dream’s cloak, carrying with it the scent of grass and something faintly sweet, wildflowers blooming somewhere nearby.

He had stopped in the middle of a quiet path, one boot planted slightly ahead of the other, as if caught between the decision to keep walking or linger just a little longer. His bow was slung loosely over his back, and his gloved hands rested against the strap across his chest.

His gaze swept the landscape with a practiced ease, but there was nothing tense in his posture, just a quiet attentiveness, as though the world itself might whisper something important if he listened hard enough.

When the sound of movement reached his ears, a footstep, a rustle, the faint shift of air, Dream turned toward it. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small, welcoming smile.

🌟I thought I was the only one out here,

he said, his voice warm and even, carrying easily in the stillness.

🌟Guess I was wrong.

He shifted his stance slightly, golden eyes catching the light as he tilted his head.

🌟What brings you this way?

[memelordbruh]

Epic ended up laughing a bit hard after hearing Dream say that he could start believing he is the smart one. He had to stop walking and catch his breath over it. "No offense, bruh, but that just isn't how it works. Unless you have suddenly gotten more PhDs than me I won't be defeated with just some wisdom quotes." He chuckled.

The taller skeleton's grin grew upon the false dramatics Dream had thrown out. He found it entertaining and chuckled some more before shrugging. "Fair point, bruh. Although, explosions aren't the only things Alphys and I dabble in but I picked up on what you've put down." Epic honestly felt happy that Dream agreed to be around more often.

As soon as Dream even mentioned that he would have to make a promise, the meme lord laughed a bit too hard and thought that he had broken a rib. He keeled over in a wheeze, doofy face and all before finally gasping his breath and speaking. "Bruh! You've met so many Sanses and yet you've seemingly forgotten one of the main cores of us punny guys. That we don't like making promises."

He was wheezing for a good chunk of time before it finally came to an end and Epic calmed down to fully address it. The meme lord suddenly and gently patted his gloved hand right on the smaller skeleton's shoulder and held it there. "However, for you, my friend I'll make an exception. I promise I'll clean up whatever experimental messes occur whenever you are around, bruh."

[dreamsofpositivity]

The late afternoon light stretched long and warm across the horizon, painting the world in soft gold. A gentle breeze tugged at Dream’s cloak, carrying with it the scent of grass and something faintly sweet, wildflowers blooming somewhere nearby.

He had stopped in the middle of a quiet path, one boot planted slightly ahead of the other, as if caught between the decision to keep walking or linger just a little longer. His bow was slung loosely over his back, and his gloved hands rested against the strap across his chest.

His gaze swept the landscape with a practiced ease, but there was nothing tense in his posture, just a quiet attentiveness, as though the world itself might whisper something important if he listened hard enough.

When the sound of movement reached his ears, a footstep, a rustle, the faint shift of air, Dream turned toward it. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small, welcoming smile.

🌟I thought I was the only one out here,

he said, his voice warm and even, carrying easily in the stillness.

🌟Guess I was wrong.

He shifted his stance slightly, golden eyes catching the light as he tilted his head.

🌟What brings you this way?

[memelordbruh]

Epic heartily laughed at Dream's overdramatic reaction to the flood of puns he had dished out. "Sorry, bruh. The puns just couldn't be contained anymore. The force was strong with those." He chuckled at the Star Wars reference he just casually threw in. However, the laughter and teasing had come to an end.

The silence that had followed like a shadow between the two seemed deafening after Dream had understandingly spoke about how awful the silence and loneliness can be.

He soon raised an empty hand out of his jacket with a saddened chuckle upon Dream calling him out on what he is doing. "You've caught me bone-handed, bruh. You are right. I haven't been myself since Killer nearly killed ya."

He shakes his skull upon hearing the smaller skeleton tell him that it wasn't his fault. The guilt still clinging to him like a horrid stench. "I shouldn't have teleported away from ya, bruh, to attack Killer when you were his target and was still within his range... I should've stayed and instead teleported away with ya..."

The meme lord looks at his freed hand as if it was coated with blood. Clear guilt had shown on his face until he snapped out of it by hearing Dream saying that just walking with him is enough and his expression massively softened as he looks back at him.

[dreamsofpositivity]

Dream slowed his pace as Epic’s hand lifted, empty but heavy with meaning. His gaze softened, gold catching faintly in the shifting light. “Caught you bone-handed,” he echoed with a faint, rueful smile, though there was nothing mocking in it—only quiet compassion.

As Epic’s voice cracked beneath the weight of what he carried, Dream’s expression shifted, brows knitting in steady, patient concern. He let him finish, let the guilt spill, before he spoke again.

“Epic.” His voice was firm, but not harsh—gentle in the way of someone who’d had to steady others more times than he could count. “You can’t rewrite what’s already been written. You chose to fight because that’s who you are. You saw danger, and you threw yourself at it to protect me. That wasn’t failure. That was you trying to shield me the only way you knew how.”

He reached out, gloved fingers brushing against the hand Epic stared at as though it were bloodied. The contact was grounding, not forceful—just enough to remind him he wasn’t alone.

“If you’d stayed by me, maybe it still would have gone the same way. Or worse. You don’t know. None of us can know.” Dream’s voice softened further, low and steady. “What I do know is this: I survived. I’m here. And right now, so are you. Walking beside me, still watching over me, still choosing to carry the weight of everyone you care about.”

He let out a quiet breath, his faint smile returning—small, steady, unshaken. “That’s not failure, Epic. That’s you being you. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”

His golden eyes lingered on him, warm and unwavering. “So stop punishing yourself for what you couldn’t change. Walk with me instead. That’s all I’ll ever ask.”

[memelordbruh]

All the words Dream spoke hit Epic like a gentle slap to his face and the taller skeleton had slowed down his own walking pace as a result. He knew deep down that he couldn't just change what had happened, but he knew he could at least always try to prevent it from happening again. Dream's hand gesture had worked in grounding him and with a closed eye, the meme lord took a deep breath.

He slowly opened his eye against the light of the setting sun as he exhaled through his teeth. The breeze continued its gentle caressing across the land in quiet rustling. He remained silent for a moment to fully take in those spoken words. After a good long beat, a chuckle finally came out of Epic along with a gentle smile. "Heh.... You are right, bruh." With a slightly bigger grin on his face, he proceeded to take his free hand and give Dream a few really good pats right on the shoulder with it.

"You are pretty wise, Dream. Maybe I should let you be a part of me and Alphys' experiments, bruh." Now what he meant by that offer he left to interpretation as a joke. The meme lord's mood seems to have improved as he chuckled some more. Not much but still better than before.

[dreamsofpositivity]

The late afternoon light stretched long and warm across the horizon, painting the world in soft gold. A gentle breeze tugged at Dream’s cloak, carrying with it the scent of grass and something faintly sweet, wildflowers blooming somewhere nearby.

He had stopped in the middle of a quiet path, one boot planted slightly ahead of the other, as if caught between the decision to keep walking or linger just a little longer. His bow was slung loosely over his back, and his gloved hands rested against the strap across his chest.

His gaze swept the landscape with a practiced ease, but there was nothing tense in his posture, just a quiet attentiveness, as though the world itself might whisper something important if he listened hard enough.

When the sound of movement reached his ears, a footstep, a rustle, the faint shift of air, Dream turned toward it. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small, welcoming smile.

🌟I thought I was the only one out here,

he said, his voice warm and even, carrying easily in the stillness.

🌟Guess I was wrong.

He shifted his stance slightly, golden eyes catching the light as he tilted his head.

🌟What brings you this way?

[memelordbruh]

Epic heartily laughed at Dream's overdramatic reaction to the flood of puns he had dished out. "Sorry, bruh. The puns just couldn't be contained anymore. The force was strong with those." He chuckled at the Star Wars reference he just casually threw in. However, the laughter and teasing had come to an end.

The silence that had followed like a shadow between the two seemed deafening after Dream had understandingly spoke about how awful the silence and loneliness can be.

He soon raised an empty hand out of his jacket with a saddened chuckle upon Dream calling him out on what he is doing. "You've caught me bone-handed, bruh. You are right. I haven't been myself since Killer nearly killed ya."

He shakes his skull upon hearing the smaller skeleton tell him that it wasn't his fault. The guilt still clinging to him like a horrid stench. "I shouldn't have teleported away from ya, bruh, to attack Killer when you were his target and was still within his range... I should've stayed and instead teleported away with ya..."

The meme lord looks at his freed hand as if it was coated with blood. Clear guilt had shown on his face until he snapped out of it by hearing Dream saying that just walking with him is enough and his expression massively softened as he looks back at him.

[dreamsofpositivity]

The late afternoon light stretched long and warm across the horizon, painting the world in soft gold. A gentle breeze tugged at Dream’s cloak, carrying with it the scent of grass and something faintly sweet, wildflowers blooming somewhere nearby.

He had stopped in the middle of a quiet path, one boot planted slightly ahead of the other, as if caught between the decision to keep walking or linger just a little longer. His bow was slung loosely over his back, and his gloved hands rested against the strap across his chest.

His gaze swept the landscape with a practiced ease, but there was nothing tense in his posture, just a quiet attentiveness, as though the world itself might whisper something important if he listened hard enough.

When the sound of movement reached his ears, a footstep, a rustle, the faint shift of air, Dream turned toward it. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small, welcoming smile.

🌟I thought I was the only one out here,

he said, his voice warm and even, carrying easily in the stillness.

🌟Guess I was wrong.

He shifted his stance slightly, golden eyes catching the light as he tilted his head.

🌟What brings you this way?

[dreamsofpositivity]

Dream’s stride matched Epic’s easily, boots scuffing against the earth in steady rhythm. The afternoon light filtered through the canopy above, dappling his cloak in gold and shadow. He tilted his head slightly as Epic spoke of cracks and gaps in experiments, his expression thoughtful.

🌟You’re right,

he murmured, voice low but certain.

🌟One flaw can undo everything. But I’ve also seen the opposite… how something small, something everyone else overlooks, can hold the whole thing together. Sometimes it’s not the obvious pieces that matter most, but the ones no one notices until they’re gone.

His eyes softened as he glanced over at the taller skeleton. It wasn’t just about experiments, and Epic probably knew it.

When the topic turned to Outertale, Dream’s face brightened with an almost childlike glow.

🌟That’s exactly what I mean about the cliffs. It feels like the universe opens up just for you, no noise, no interruptions. Just… endless stars.

He chuckled faintly, shoulders relaxing.

🌟Though I admit, if you were there with me, I’d probably end up pointing out shapes too. It’s hard to stay solemn when you’re around.

The finger-guns made him laugh outright, a quick, light sound that broke easily into the calm of the path. He shook his head, scarf fluttering with the motion.

🌟No guarantees. Of course.

He narrowed his eyes in exaggerated mock-suspicion.

🌟You realize that’s exactly the kind of answer that makes me keep an even closer eye on you, right?

The pun caught him off guard, and for a moment he slowed a step, staring like Epic had just sprouted that second skull he joked about earlier.

🌟...Wait. Did you just make a pun?

His grin tugged wide and bright, laughter chasing the words.

🌟You’ve been so quiet I thought you’d gone cold turkey on those. I was almost ready to believe the meme lord was buried under experiments forever.

He nudged Epic lightly with his elbow, voice lowering into something warmer, softer.

🌟I’m glad to know he’s still in there.

[memelordbruh]

Epic completely agrees with Dream on the opposite effect when it comes to the small things. He also knew what the smaller skeleton meant and his eye also softened before hearing Dream admit that he too wouldn't stay solemn with him around. Upon hearing that his grin widened.

He lets out a laugh and shrugged as the smaller skeleton became mockingly suspicious. He then gave Dream a true laugh as soon as he saw the look on his face when he heard the pun and Epic grinned extra widely at the elbow nudge.

"Yeah, yeah, bruh! I know, it has been a while since I was humerus. I had locked away my skele-ton of puns behind the lock and skeleton key for a while."

He chuckled some more at that as it seemed like the floodgates of puns have just finally busted open.

"Though, sometimes the silence is deafening, bruh, and the emptiness can be quite bone-ly when you are by your bone-some."

Is he getting too deep in the puns since it has been so long since he spoke them? Maybe.

"Glad to know I am still a punny guy after all this time, bruh."

He chuckles a small bit at that last statement before falling silent for some time to allow the sounds of nature to soothe things over. The wind gently caressed everything it touched as it blew by with the leaves in the trees quietly rustling in it.

Epic honestly hasn't been feeling himself since Dream was nearly killed by Killer and after they had given Killer his punishment. He still feels like it was his fault for Dream being in such critical condition at the time and he is now trying to make it up to the smaller skeleton by helping him the best he can throughout the multiverse on top of making sure his verse stays safe from what is going on outside it.

[dreamsofpositivity]

The late afternoon light stretched long and warm across the horizon, painting the world in soft gold. A gentle breeze tugged at Dream’s cloak, carrying with it the scent of grass and something faintly sweet, wildflowers blooming somewhere nearby.

He had stopped in the middle of a quiet path, one boot planted slightly ahead of the other, as if caught between the decision to keep walking or linger just a little longer. His bow was slung loosely over his back, and his gloved hands rested against the strap across his chest.

His gaze swept the landscape with a practiced ease, but there was nothing tense in his posture, just a quiet attentiveness, as though the world itself might whisper something important if he listened hard enough.

When the sound of movement reached his ears, a footstep, a rustle, the faint shift of air, Dream turned toward it. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small, welcoming smile.

🌟I thought I was the only one out here,

he said, his voice warm and even, carrying easily in the stillness.

🌟Guess I was wrong.

He shifted his stance slightly, golden eyes catching the light as he tilted his head.

🌟What brings you this way?

[memelordbruh]

The meme lord lets out another chuckle and a shrug upon the request to show the smaller skeleton what he meant by a pattern.

"It honestly isn't a conspiracy ground-breaking type of thing, bruh. Just something I had noticed while traveling."

His grin grew even wider upon hearing that Dream also likes Outertale.

"For real, bruh?! What is your favorite watching spot? Mine is the very roof of the tallest castle spire as you can just reach out and it looks like you can almost touch a few of them."

He lets out a good laugh when he hears Dream telling him that he is not sure of wanting to even hear the other half of his and Alphys' shenanigans as well as after hearing Dream say that the smaller skeleton is keeping an eye on him to prevent more exploding shenanigans from happening.

"I don't even blame ya, bruh. I would honestly be doing the exact same thing if I was you."

He gives another shrug before placing his hands in his pockets and starts to walk down the pathways in the same direction he was already walking.

"So have you come across anything I haven't yet? Perhaps an issue I can solve, bruh? Maybe with an explosion or two?"

He chuckles at those questions as he is only half joking with the first two and was actually joking with the last one.

[dreamsofpositivity]

Dream chuckled softly at the “not ground-breaking” comment, golden eyes bright with curiosity all the same.

🌟Even if it’s not ground-breaking, I’d still like to see what you’ve noticed. Sometimes the little things matter more than the big ones.

At the mention of Outertale, his smile widened.

🌟For real. The spire’s beautiful, but I’ve always liked the cliffs near the edge of the capital—less crowded, and you can see the whole stretch of galaxies in silence. It feels like you’re the only one in the universe for a moment.

He tilted his head toward Epic with a playful glint.

🌟Though, knowing you, you’d probably turn that silence into a contest of who could spot the strangest-shaped star first.

Dream shook his head in amusement when Epic admitted he’d do the same thing in his shoes.

🌟You’re lucky I actually believe that,

he said warmly.

🌟But it’s still my job to keep you in one piece, you know.

As they walked, Dream hummed in thought.

🌟I haven’t come across anything you couldn’t handle. Not yet. But maybe… an extra set of eyes wouldn’t hurt. Just don’t make explosions your first solution.

His grin turned teasing, scarf fluttering in the breeze.

🌟Save that for when I say so.

[memelordbruh]

The taller skeleton nods with a chuckle at the wise words of the smaller skeleton.

"You and me both, bruh. It is especially important during experimentation. If one tiny crack, gap, or missing piece is ignored then the entire project would catastrophically fail."

He laughs a bit upon hearing Dream talk about Outertale and nods in agreement to the smaller skeleton's favorite watching spot as they continue to walk down the path. The calm of the outdoors with the sounds of both insects and birds is quite soothing.

"Yeah. I can see myself doing just that, bruh. That spot is also really good. I agree that it is definitely the quietest spot to watch. Currently, though, I am sticking to places where I can overhear the populace talking about what is happening in each verse in case something terrible is going down and spreading across them."

Epic lets out a very hearty laugh upon hearing the rest of what Dream had to say in the moment before pointing finger guns at him with a teasing smile right back.

"No guarantees there, bruh."

He takes in a good breath through his nose socket to enjoy the scents of nature before chuckling once more.

"But in all seriousness, explosions are never the first thing on my mind when it comes to a solution. It gets bone-tiring after a while, bruh. If the situation undoubtedly calls for it then I will use them."

It has been a while since he said a pun. So long in fact that Epic doesn't remember if Dream even heard one from him until now. He had been so focused on his experiments and now his travels that he hardly makes a pun.

[dreamsofpositivity]

The late afternoon light stretched long and warm across the horizon, painting the world in soft gold. A gentle breeze tugged at Dream’s cloak, carrying with it the scent of grass and something faintly sweet, wildflowers blooming somewhere nearby.

He had stopped in the middle of a quiet path, one boot planted slightly ahead of the other, as if caught between the decision to keep walking or linger just a little longer. His bow was slung loosely over his back, and his gloved hands rested against the strap across his chest.

His gaze swept the landscape with a practiced ease, but there was nothing tense in his posture, just a quiet attentiveness, as though the world itself might whisper something important if he listened hard enough.

When the sound of movement reached his ears, a footstep, a rustle, the faint shift of air, Dream turned toward it. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small, welcoming smile.

🌟I thought I was the only one out here,

he said, his voice warm and even, carrying easily in the stillness.

🌟Guess I was wrong.

He shifted his stance slightly, golden eyes catching the light as he tilted his head.

🌟What brings you this way?

[memelordbruh]

The meme lord lets out another chuckle and a shrug upon the request to show the smaller skeleton what he meant by a pattern.

"It honestly isn't a conspiracy ground-breaking type of thing, bruh. Just something I had noticed while traveling."

His grin grew even wider upon hearing that Dream also likes Outertale.

"For real, bruh?! What is your favorite watching spot? Mine is the very roof of the tallest castle spire as you can just reach out and it looks like you can almost touch a few of them."

He lets out a good laugh when he hears Dream telling him that he is not sure of wanting to even hear the other half of his and Alphys' shenanigans as well as after hearing Dream say that the smaller skeleton is keeping an eye on him to prevent more exploding shenanigans from happening.

"I don't even blame ya, bruh. I would honestly be doing the exact same thing if I was you."

He gives another shrug before placing his hands in his pockets and starts to walk down the pathways in the same direction he was already walking.

"So have you come across anything I haven't yet? Perhaps an issue I can solve, bruh? Maybe with an explosion or two?"

He chuckles at those questions as he is only half joking with the first two and was actually joking with the last one.

[dreamsofpositivity]

The late afternoon light stretched long and warm across the horizon, painting the world in soft gold. A gentle breeze tugged at Dream’s cloak, carrying with it the scent of grass and something faintly sweet, wildflowers blooming somewhere nearby.

He had stopped in the middle of a quiet path, one boot planted slightly ahead of the other, as if caught between the decision to keep walking or linger just a little longer. His bow was slung loosely over his back, and his gloved hands rested against the strap across his chest.

His gaze swept the landscape with a practiced ease, but there was nothing tense in his posture, just a quiet attentiveness, as though the world itself might whisper something important if he listened hard enough.

When the sound of movement reached his ears, a footstep, a rustle, the faint shift of air, Dream turned toward it. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small, welcoming smile.

🌟I thought I was the only one out here,

he said, his voice warm and even, carrying easily in the stillness.

🌟Guess I was wrong.

He shifted his stance slightly, golden eyes catching the light as he tilted his head.

🌟What brings you this way?

[memelordbruh]

Epic was on his own and traveling the multiverse. It is something he has been doing off and on for a while now. It ramped up after the events with Killer as he now wants to know a lot more about the multiverse and all that is going down within it.

As far as he is aware, whatever is going on throughout the multiverse could very well affect his verse and the very lives within it. He had already let his closest friends and family know what he was doing before he left so as not to make them so worried.

At first even he had no idea someone else was here before him until he ended up walking closer. As soon as he saw the familiar skeleton, Epic was elated to see him. He relaxedly waved at Dream.

"Yo, bruh. Didn't expect to see you here too. I am here just exploring and learning all I can before moving on to the next verse. What brings you here?"

[dreamsofpositivity]

Dream’s eyes lit up the instant he recognized him, the steady hum of his magic warming just a little.

🌟Epic,

his tone carried both surprise and an ease reserved for someone he trusted,

🌟I didn’t think I’d run into you out here.

He closed the distance by a few steps, the corners of his cloak fluttering in the breeze.

🌟Guess the multiverse isn’t as big as it likes to pretend.

There was a quiet, amused note in his voice before it softened again.

🌟I’m here on… well, let’s call it a precaution. After what happened with Killer, I wanted to be sure nothing dangerous is spreading.

His gaze searched Epic’s for a moment, as if weighing how much to say, before settling into a small smile.

🌟“But seeing you here… that’s a better surprise than I could have hoped for.

He tilted his head slightly, his tone turning lighter.

🌟How long have you been roaming before I caught up to you?

[memelordbruh]

The taller skeleton chuckles before shrugging as his big hooded jacket blows a bit in the breeze.

"Guess not, bruh. I am technically also roaming the verses as a precaution. I want to learn of any potential threats ahead of time and possibly find a way of at least preventing it from spreading to my verse if I can't stop it entirely."

He chuckles once more upon being asked that question.

"Let's see...."

He raises an arm and looks at his wrist for a bit of time like there is a watch as a comedic joke before looking back and answering Dream's question with a grin.

"I've been roaming around the multiverse and learning for.... One month, six days, 10 hours, and 25 minutes now, bruh. I still have a lot to learn about the multiverse and what is happening within it if I want to be of some kind of help. Consider it as my atonement for all of my destructive shenanigans."

[dreamsofpositivity]

🌟 Oh ho, learning about the multiverse, huh? How's that going? Anywhere that stuck out to you?

Dream liked Outertale the most. It was the best to really see the stars out there. There was an air of tranquility and serenity, where they could see the stars and meteor showers so well. It was a show in itself.

He smiled up at Epic, giggling lightly. He was so silly.

🌟 Well, they aren't that bad, your shenanigans. Just maybe a little too explodey from time to time.

Only a month, huh? He hadn't been out and about for long.

🌟 Well, if you ever want company, I could hang out.

[memelordbruh]

This has been at least Epic's 20th time traveling the multiverse, with his personal record for the longest he has been gone from his verse being nearly an entire year. With that, he had asked other multiversal travelers to check up on his verse and relay to him the information as soon as they were able to.

The meme lord chuckles at Dream's questions before answering them one by one.

"Indeed, bruh. It has been going pretty smoothly so far. I noticed a pattern that follows each verse regardless of the changes which is quite interesting and I don't mean the locals looking similar. Outertale is the verse I've been liking the most as you get to experience the wonders of space more up close. I could just lie down there and watch that shit for hours, bruh."

He would honestly wish to live in Outertale but then he feels like he would be abandoning his own verse along with all of his friends and family. Epic lets out a laugh upon hearing Dream say that his shenanigans weren't that bad.

"Oh trust me, you don't know the half of it, bruh."

He leaves it at that as listing all of it could take a while and would just incriminate him again. Safe to say that with the kind of shit he and Alphys have pulled with their experiments gone wrong, they both should've been imprisoned for a while. Especially the determination studies. Epic gives him a genuine grin upon hearing the offer.

"Honestly I would very much enjoy the company now if you don't mind, bruh. It gets pretty boring when you are traveling alone with no one else who understands multiversal travel. Usually get looks like you've suddenly grown a second skull."

He chuckles at his own joke with a wider grin.

[dreamsofpositivity]

The late afternoon light stretched long and warm across the horizon, painting the world in soft gold. A gentle breeze tugged at Dream’s cloak, carrying with it the scent of grass and something faintly sweet, wildflowers blooming somewhere nearby.

He had stopped in the middle of a quiet path, one boot planted slightly ahead of the other, as if caught between the decision to keep walking or linger just a little longer. His bow was slung loosely over his back, and his gloved hands rested against the strap across his chest.

His gaze swept the landscape with a practiced ease, but there was nothing tense in his posture, just a quiet attentiveness, as though the world itself might whisper something important if he listened hard enough.

When the sound of movement reached his ears, a footstep, a rustle, the faint shift of air, Dream turned toward it. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small, welcoming smile.

🌟I thought I was the only one out here,

he said, his voice warm and even, carrying easily in the stillness.

🌟Guess I was wrong.

He shifted his stance slightly, golden eyes catching the light as he tilted his head.

🌟What brings you this way?

[memelordbruh]

Epic was on his own and traveling the multiverse. It is something he has been doing off and on for a while now. It ramped up after the events with Killer as he now wants to know a lot more about the multiverse and all that is going down within it.

As far as he is aware, whatever is going on throughout the multiverse could very well affect his verse and the very lives within it. He had already let his closest friends and family know what he was doing before he left so as not to make them so worried.

At first even he had no idea someone else was here before him until he ended up walking closer. As soon as he saw the familiar skeleton, Epic was elated to see him. He relaxedly waved at Dream.

"Yo, bruh. Didn't expect to see you here too. I am here just exploring and learning all I can before moving on to the next verse. What brings you here?"

[dreamsofpositivity]

Dream’s eyes lit up the instant he recognized him, the steady hum of his magic warming just a little.

🌟Epic,

his tone carried both surprise and an ease reserved for someone he trusted,

🌟I didn’t think I’d run into you out here.

He closed the distance by a few steps, the corners of his cloak fluttering in the breeze.

🌟Guess the multiverse isn’t as big as it likes to pretend.

There was a quiet, amused note in his voice before it softened again.

🌟I’m here on… well, let’s call it a precaution. After what happened with Killer, I wanted to be sure nothing dangerous is spreading.

His gaze searched Epic’s for a moment, as if weighing how much to say, before settling into a small smile.

🌟“But seeing you here… that’s a better surprise than I could have hoped for.

He tilted his head slightly, his tone turning lighter.

🌟How long have you been roaming before I caught up to you?

[memelordbruh]

The taller skeleton chuckles before shrugging as his big hooded jacket blows a bit in the breeze.

"Guess not, bruh. I am technically also roaming the verses as a precaution. I want to learn of any potential threats ahead of time and possibly find a way of at least preventing it from spreading to my verse if I can't stop it entirely."

He chuckles once more upon being asked that question.

"Let's see...."

He raises an arm and looks at his wrist for a bit of time like there is a watch as a comedic joke before looking back and answering Dream's question with a grin.

"I've been roaming around the multiverse and learning for.... One month, six days, 10 hours, and 25 minutes now, bruh. I still have a lot to learn about the multiverse and what is happening within it if I want to be of some kind of help. Consider it as my atonement for all of my destructive shenanigans."

[dreamsofpositivity]

The late afternoon light stretched long and warm across the horizon, painting the world in soft gold. A gentle breeze tugged at Dream’s cloak, carrying with it the scent of grass and something faintly sweet, wildflowers blooming somewhere nearby.

He had stopped in the middle of a quiet path, one boot planted slightly ahead of the other, as if caught between the decision to keep walking or linger just a little longer. His bow was slung loosely over his back, and his gloved hands rested against the strap across his chest.

His gaze swept the landscape with a practiced ease, but there was nothing tense in his posture, just a quiet attentiveness, as though the world itself might whisper something important if he listened hard enough.

When the sound of movement reached his ears, a footstep, a rustle, the faint shift of air, Dream turned toward it. The corners of his mouth lifted in a small, welcoming smile.

🌟I thought I was the only one out here,

he said, his voice warm and even, carrying easily in the stillness.

🌟Guess I was wrong.

He shifted his stance slightly, golden eyes catching the light as he tilted his head.

🌟What brings you this way?

[memelordbruh]

Epic was on his own and traveling the multiverse. It is something he has been doing off and on for a while now. It ramped up after the events with Killer as he now wants to know a lot more about the multiverse and all that is going down within it.

As far as he is aware, whatever is going on throughout the multiverse could very well affect his verse and the very lives within it. He had already let his closest friends and family know what he was doing before he left so as not to make them so worried.

At first even he had no idea someone else was here before him until he ended up walking closer. As soon as he saw the familiar skeleton, Epic was elated to see him. He relaxedly waved at Dream.

"Yo, bruh. Didn't expect to see you here too. I am here just exploring and learning all I can before moving on to the next verse. What brings you here?"

[dreamsofpositivity]

Cracked Skies and Falling Light

The portal tore open with a shriek.

It wasn’t graceful—wasn’t one of those calm, shimmering rifts Ink or Error could neatly fold into space. No. This was wild. Violent. A rip carved out by force, not design. And Dream—he was flung through it.

His body spiraled, golden magic leaking from the tears in his coat, his ribs, his soul. One glove had been burned away, the exposed bones of his fingers still crackling with residual energy from the blast that had sent him flying.

Killer had grinned when he struck him. That awful, wide smile. The blade wasn’t meant to kill.

It was meant to send him away.

The ground rushed up before he could stabilize.

Dream hit it hard. The rocky soil scraped along his bones, and his back slammed into a slope of packed earth. Dust exploded around him in a golden mist as he rolled, limbs flailing before he came to a stop at the edge of a tree-shaded hill. His cloak snagged on a root. He didn’t move.

For a long moment, everything was still.

A crow cawed somewhere overhead.

Then, Dream groaned. The sound scraped out of him, more pain than voice, and he tried to sit up.

The world spun.

But not unfamiliar.

His gaze lifted toward the sky—fractured with trails of blinking star lines. Strange, warm wind brushing the grass. Buildings in the far distance—tilted, colorful, and humming with lazy sigils of stardust magic. That sloped ridgeline…

“…Epic’s AU,” he whispered hoarsely. A flicker of something—relief?—broke through the haze of pain.

But it didn’t last.

The portal behind him, still unstable, buzzed violently.

And then—

He heard laughter.

A distorted cackle that crackled like static through the air. It made his spine lock up.

“No…” he rasped, turning toward the light. “No no no—”

Something exploded through the rift.

A blur of glitching red and black tumbled through, hit the ground in a tumble of limbs and blade, and immediately sprang to his feet, all unholy glee and swinging scarves.

“YO!” Killer grinned, panting lightly, his single eye light flickering. “Hah—damn, I almost missed ya, sunshine!”

Dream’s stomach dropped.

Killer twirled his knife lazily, tilting his skull as he took in the surroundings. “Huh. Weird sky. Don’t think I’ve trashed this place before.”

Dream forced himself to his feet, stumbling back, pulling magic to his hands—but it flickered. Weak. Unstable. “You shouldn’t have followed me,” he said, voice shaking.

“Oh, I definitely should have,” Killer replied, stepping forward. “I mean—after that face you made? C’mon. That was art, Dreamy.”

He lunged.

Dream barely dodged, golden magic flaring just enough to throw up a weak shield that shattered on impact.

They crashed through the underbrush, Dream scrambling, Killer in pursuit. Fast. Unrelenting. He wasn’t trying to finish him—just push, push, push, to see how long Dream could hold out.

To see where he’d go.

To see who would find him.

Because Killer had a feeling they weren’t alone in this weird, off-brand AU.

[dreamsofpositivity]

Killer didn’t even bother trying to hold back his laughter this time.

It came out as a muffled, sock-stuffed mess of sound, shoulders shaking with unfiltered amusement. The absurdity of it all—the planets, the torture-by-climate, the sheer creativity—was almost impressive.

Almost.

If not for the fact it was all aimed at him.

Dream glanced at him but said nothing. Not yet. He was listening.

Kokoro and Kowai had clearly seen things the rest of them hadn’t. Their expressions—subtle and overt alike—told stories of survivors. Of people who had lived through environments that defied logic and mercy.

As Kowai listed the options, the group fell into a strange silence. Each world sounded more unforgiving than the last. And every one of them sounded like a sentence worse than death.

A world without air. A world of ice bullets. A sea teeming with beasts. Lightless hunting grounds where even blinking might get you killed.

Dream’s brow furrowed.

Not in horror.

But in thought.

Killer eventually made another loud “mmmfhh!” and jerked against the chains.

Dream exhaled and raised a hand, finally reaching forward to pull the sock from his mouth. Slowly. Carefully.

The moment the sock was out, Killer tilted his head toward Kowai and grinned, voice raw and ragged.

🔪Damn. You gals did your homework. That’s one hell of a brochure.

He chuckled darkly.

🔪Volcanic death pit? Ocean full of monsters? You’re trying real hard to make me sweat, and I gotta say—it’s kinda flattering.

Then, to Dream, his grin twisted cruel.

🔪But you don’t got the guts, do you, Dreamy? Not really. Talk all you want about exile and mercy and saving souls, but you still think there’s something left in me worth sparing. Don’t you?

Dream didn’t rise to the bait.

Instead, he stepped forward, calm as ever, his voice low.

🌟No, Killer,

He said.

🌟There’s nothing in you left to save.

The finality in his words hit harder than any threat. Dream’s golden gaze met Killer’s head-on, unwavering.

🌟I don’t want to kill you. Not because I think you deserve mercy… but because death is easy. You don’t get an ending like that.

He turned back toward Kokoro and Kowai.

🌟If you can confirm that any of these worlds are truly outside the reach of RESETs, then I say we send him there. Somewhere he can’t manipulate the code. Somewhere no one will ever find him. Somewhere he’ll be alone.

Dream glanced toward the group.

🌟Unless anyone has a reason to object...?

Killer’s grin was still there—but the silence that followed was colder now. A little tighter.

Because for the first time... this might actually be real.

[memelordbruh]

Everyone looked at Dream with no objections as they felt like this option was the best outcome for this Killer's punishment. Epic and Papyrus did feel quite sympathetic to the two women for the environmental hell they've lived through while on the run. Papyrus especially feels bad as he couldn't wrap his skull around even setting foot in such horrid conditions. Epic however, is scientifically curious about these places and would actually like to give these places a quick visit to just experience them for a minute or two before promptly leaving.

Kokoro went back to being silent and completely focused as she knows for a fact that Kowai will answer for them both in complete honesty. Sure enough, Kowai does just that but the feline slowly takes off her skull mask so that Killer can see her true face before giving him the most dementedly twisted smile this cat can muster. As she smiles, her light blue eyes shift to a dark orange with her pupils becoming the same thickness as a sheet of paper.

This change of color and pupils is actually her activating her one power leftover from her days as the apprentice to death itself. This one power is simply seeing the souls of both the living and the deceased. However, at this moment she is using it as an intimidation factor before answering Dream with seemingly twisted glee.

"Oh trust us, Dream. All of these options are beyond the reach of this multiverse. No RESETS or anything with this "code" cannot touch them. These places are in their own universes entirely with these universes having their very own forms of physics and rules. The "code" and RESETS don't even exist in these places."

Kokoro had taken a quick peek at the feline while she was talking and was silently cursing at such a dramatic display from her. To the hybrid, with such a display, it makes it seem like everything Kowai had said wasn't real and was only a way of trying to scare Killer but all of those places are real which got her thinking 'just what the hell is Kowai trying to pull?'.

[dreamsofpositivity]

Cracked Skies and Falling Light

The portal tore open with a shriek.

It wasn’t graceful—wasn’t one of those calm, shimmering rifts Ink or Error could neatly fold into space. No. This was wild. Violent. A rip carved out by force, not design. And Dream—he was flung through it.

His body spiraled, golden magic leaking from the tears in his coat, his ribs, his soul. One glove had been burned away, the exposed bones of his fingers still crackling with residual energy from the blast that had sent him flying.

Killer had grinned when he struck him. That awful, wide smile. The blade wasn’t meant to kill.

It was meant to send him away.

The ground rushed up before he could stabilize.

Dream hit it hard. The rocky soil scraped along his bones, and his back slammed into a slope of packed earth. Dust exploded around him in a golden mist as he rolled, limbs flailing before he came to a stop at the edge of a tree-shaded hill. His cloak snagged on a root. He didn’t move.

For a long moment, everything was still.

A crow cawed somewhere overhead.

Then, Dream groaned. The sound scraped out of him, more pain than voice, and he tried to sit up.

The world spun.

But not unfamiliar.

His gaze lifted toward the sky—fractured with trails of blinking star lines. Strange, warm wind brushing the grass. Buildings in the far distance—tilted, colorful, and humming with lazy sigils of stardust magic. That sloped ridgeline…

“…Epic’s AU,” he whispered hoarsely. A flicker of something—relief?—broke through the haze of pain.

But it didn’t last.

The portal behind him, still unstable, buzzed violently.

And then—

He heard laughter.

A distorted cackle that crackled like static through the air. It made his spine lock up.

“No…” he rasped, turning toward the light. “No no no—”

Something exploded through the rift.

A blur of glitching red and black tumbled through, hit the ground in a tumble of limbs and blade, and immediately sprang to his feet, all unholy glee and swinging scarves.

“YO!” Killer grinned, panting lightly, his single eye light flickering. “Hah—damn, I almost missed ya, sunshine!”

Dream’s stomach dropped.

Killer twirled his knife lazily, tilting his skull as he took in the surroundings. “Huh. Weird sky. Don’t think I’ve trashed this place before.”

Dream forced himself to his feet, stumbling back, pulling magic to his hands—but it flickered. Weak. Unstable. “You shouldn’t have followed me,” he said, voice shaking.

“Oh, I definitely should have,” Killer replied, stepping forward. “I mean—after that face you made? C’mon. That was art, Dreamy.”

He lunged.

Dream barely dodged, golden magic flaring just enough to throw up a weak shield that shattered on impact.

They crashed through the underbrush, Dream scrambling, Killer in pursuit. Fast. Unrelenting. He wasn’t trying to finish him—just push, push, push, to see how long Dream could hold out.

To see where he’d go.

To see who would find him.

Because Killer had a feeling they weren’t alone in this weird, off-brand AU.

[memelordbruh]

Before Dream had told them to let Killer stew, Epic had noticed the chained skeleton glaring daggers right at him and the muffled attempt at spewing obscenities. In response, he just smuggly grinned before speaking to him in completely clear and unmistakable sarcasm.

"Aww. Thank you. Love ya too, bruh."

Kokoro didn't even flinch at that as she is focused on keeping Killer prisoner while Kowai chuckled some more from that and Papyrus was still stifling his chuckle as this is a serious situation with no time for jokes.

After hearing all that Dream had to say, Kowai spoke up her idea.

"I came across a place called the Omega Timeline and heard of a thing called a "code" that makes up the multiverse. Maybe if he is no longer a part of that "code" then he wouldn't come back no matter how many RESETS."

Epic then shakes his head at her idea before responding.

"That honestly wouldn't fully work, bruh. As soon as his verse RESETS then they'll just be a copy of him running amok. What we really need is to make sure that upon his verse's RESET we could prevent Killer from ever becoming Killer if that is even possible."

Kokoro was finally able to speak up again after crying and it was in response to Epic.

"But as far as all of us know the multiverse is so vast. It would be nearly impossible for all five of us to run around and try to prevent people like Killer here from existing even if we all completely split up."

[dreamsofpositivity]

Killer’s eye narrowed further at Epic’s sarcastic jab, his sockets blazing with fury. The sock muffled his snarl into something between a growl and a gurgle, but the message was still crystal clear.

Killer jerked once against the chain, clearly fantasizing about turning that grin into dust, but the restraint held firm, and his hiss of frustration was drowned out by another garbled noise.

As the group shifted into a more serious discussion, Dream remained silent at first, listening.

Kowai’s mention of the Omega Timeline made him pause in thought. He’d heard of that place—a frozen, fragmented sliver beyond normal causality. But Epic’s counterpoint was fair. Just deleting Killer from the code wouldn’t stop a RESET from pulling a copy into place.

And Kokoro’s observation hit harder than she probably intended.

She was right.

The multiverse was endless. Vast. Ever-expanding. Even if they devoted the rest of their lives to stopping every version of Killer from ever forming, others like him would always appear.

Dream exhaled slowly, his golden gaze fixed on the ground for a moment before lifting to meet theirs.

🌟 There will always be evil. We can’t stop that… not completely.

He glanced back toward Killer, who was now slumped in his chains again, sock still firmly stuffed in place.

🌟But we can stop this one. And maybe, just maybe, we can set a precedent for what comes after. Not destruction. Not death. But a true erasure. A severing from everything that ties him to this cycle.

His eyes swept across each of them in turn.

🌟What we need is a place—or a state of being—outside the code. Something so far removed from the multiverse that not even a RESET can reach it. Not deletion. Not rewriting. Just… exile.

A slow silence fell.

Then Killer snorted through the sock and shrugged, eyes half-lidded in mock boredom. Even muted, he somehow managed to project sarcasm.

Dream ignored him.

🌟If we can find such a place.

He continued.

🌟We could send him there. A one-way trip. It would take everything we’ve got—and it wouldn’t fix the multiverse. But it would fix this.

[memelordbruh]

Kokoro has to keep her focus straight on Killer and she ends up rolling her eyes at the chained skeleton's sarcastic display before tightening the chain around his torso and arms. She isn't giving him any chances at escaping. If she sees as much as him about to escape then she will completely splinter his head off his shoulders and dust him.

Everyone is truly contemplating this. The only people who have even stepped foot outside of the multiverse are Kokoro and Kowai. Those two are thinking deeply about the words Dream said.

Epic at least knew of the multiverse and some things inside it, but beyond it? That is something he hadn't thought of before. Papyrus was just learning about the multiverse and now he is hearing that there could be universes outside of that. The vice captain's skull is figuratively going for a spin upon trying to wrap his head around this information.

[dreamsofpositivity]

Killer let out a low, garbled sound, somewhere between a grunt and a scoff, as Kokoro rolled her eyes and tightened the chain even more. The links constricted around his arms and ribcage with a sharp creak of tension, and he gave a sharp jerk in protest, but it was useless. He was going nowhere.

The look she gave him made that fact crystal clear: if he so much as twitched the wrong way, she’d take his head clean off.

Not a bad way to go, he might’ve said—if not for the sock.

He settled into a spiteful silence, eye lights narrowing, body straining subtly against the bonds with each slow breath. It wasn’t submission. Not even close. It was waiting.

Dream, however, was still watching the group. Their reactions said more than words.

Kokoro and Kowai looked deep in thought, their expressions tense but reflective. They’d seen things the others hadn’t. Lived beyond what most could imagine.

Dream offered a sympathetic glance, then gently brought the conversation forward.

🌟I know this is a lot to take in.

He said.

🌟But we’ve all seen what happens when someone like Killer slips through the cracks. He isn’t a glitch. He’s deliberate. And that means we need a deliberate solution.

He gestured toward Kokoro and Kowai.

🌟You’ve both seen beyond the multiverse. If there’s a place out there where nothing can reach—no code, no timeline, no RESETs—then that’s where we send him.

Killer made another muffled sound behind the sock—almost a bark of laughter.

🔪 MMmmhhFFph.

Dream glanced over his shoulder with a flat look.

🌟Do you need a second sock?

Killer’s eye narrowed further.

🌟No? Good.

He turned back to the group.

🌟If there’s a way to cut him off from everything, we take it. But we’ll need all of you. If we’re serious about this… we do it together.

[memelordbruh]

The thing with probabilities is that anything could happen. Even if it is a low chance. Kokoro and Kowai are really wrapping their heads around this. Kokoro's expressions are going through the changes associated with these thoughts while maintaining the tightness of the chains. Kowai's expressions were also changing but with her skull mask, the only tells are through her light blue eyes and body language.

Epic had become intrigued by what Dream had said about the two seeing outside the multiverse. Especially with his scientific curiosity. The two never mentioned to him about this before so for a while he thought they were from a verse he hadn't heard of yet. He was just itching to ask them about what it is like but he holds himself back as this isn't the time and place for these bombarding questions.

After more silent deliberation and back and forth between Kokoro and Kowai through quick eye contact, Kowai finally spoke up about their options.

"We know..... Quite a bit of options we could dump Killer into. Some of these worlds are completely dead and all of these are far removed from the multiverse as well as quite dangerous to live in if not deadly. There is a volcanic planet with no atmosphere, a planet of ice that rains drops at the speed of bullets, and a planet that has constant, powerful, electrical wind storms that burn away anything flammable they touch. Now there are a few that aren't dead but are still difficult to live in. One is a complete ocean planet filled with massive predators, one where one half of the planet is meltingly hot while the other half is beyond freezing cold but right where the two halves meet is where the temperature is in the optimal conditions for life to grow, Then finally there is a planet where it is mostly dark its entire rotation around its sun-like star and the predators there have adapted to become basically invisible in the darkness."

[dreamsofpositivity]

Cracked Skies and Falling Light

The portal tore open with a shriek.

It wasn’t graceful—wasn’t one of those calm, shimmering rifts Ink or Error could neatly fold into space. No. This was wild. Violent. A rip carved out by force, not design. And Dream—he was flung through it.

His body spiraled, golden magic leaking from the tears in his coat, his ribs, his soul. One glove had been burned away, the exposed bones of his fingers still crackling with residual energy from the blast that had sent him flying.

Killer had grinned when he struck him. That awful, wide smile. The blade wasn’t meant to kill.

It was meant to send him away.

The ground rushed up before he could stabilize.

Dream hit it hard. The rocky soil scraped along his bones, and his back slammed into a slope of packed earth. Dust exploded around him in a golden mist as he rolled, limbs flailing before he came to a stop at the edge of a tree-shaded hill. His cloak snagged on a root. He didn’t move.

For a long moment, everything was still.

A crow cawed somewhere overhead.

Then, Dream groaned. The sound scraped out of him, more pain than voice, and he tried to sit up.

The world spun.

But not unfamiliar.

His gaze lifted toward the sky—fractured with trails of blinking star lines. Strange, warm wind brushing the grass. Buildings in the far distance—tilted, colorful, and humming with lazy sigils of stardust magic. That sloped ridgeline…

“…Epic’s AU,” he whispered hoarsely. A flicker of something—relief?—broke through the haze of pain.

But it didn’t last.

The portal behind him, still unstable, buzzed violently.

And then—

He heard laughter.

A distorted cackle that crackled like static through the air. It made his spine lock up.

“No…” he rasped, turning toward the light. “No no no—”

Something exploded through the rift.

A blur of glitching red and black tumbled through, hit the ground in a tumble of limbs and blade, and immediately sprang to his feet, all unholy glee and swinging scarves.

“YO!” Killer grinned, panting lightly, his single eye light flickering. “Hah—damn, I almost missed ya, sunshine!”

Dream’s stomach dropped.

Killer twirled his knife lazily, tilting his skull as he took in the surroundings. “Huh. Weird sky. Don’t think I’ve trashed this place before.”

Dream forced himself to his feet, stumbling back, pulling magic to his hands—but it flickered. Weak. Unstable. “You shouldn’t have followed me,” he said, voice shaking.

“Oh, I definitely should have,” Killer replied, stepping forward. “I mean—after that face you made? C’mon. That was art, Dreamy.”

He lunged.

Dream barely dodged, golden magic flaring just enough to throw up a weak shield that shattered on impact.

They crashed through the underbrush, Dream scrambling, Killer in pursuit. Fast. Unrelenting. He wasn’t trying to finish him—just push, push, push, to see how long Dream could hold out.

To see where he’d go.

To see who would find him.

Because Killer had a feeling they weren’t alone in this weird, off-brand AU.

[memelordbruh]

Before Dream had told them to let Killer stew, Epic had noticed the chained skeleton glaring daggers right at him and the muffled attempt at spewing obscenities. In response, he just smuggly grinned before speaking to him in completely clear and unmistakable sarcasm.

"Aww. Thank you. Love ya too, bruh."

Kokoro didn't even flinch at that as she is focused on keeping Killer prisoner while Kowai chuckled some more from that and Papyrus was still stifling his chuckle as this is a serious situation with no time for jokes.

After hearing all that Dream had to say, Kowai spoke up her idea.

"I came across a place called the Omega Timeline and heard of a thing called a "code" that makes up the multiverse. Maybe if he is no longer a part of that "code" then he wouldn't come back no matter how many RESETS."

Epic then shakes his head at her idea before responding.

"That honestly wouldn't fully work, bruh. As soon as his verse RESETS then they'll just be a copy of him running amok. What we really need is to make sure that upon his verse's RESET we could prevent Killer from ever becoming Killer if that is even possible."

Kokoro was finally able to speak up again after crying and it was in response to Epic.

"But as far as all of us know the multiverse is so vast. It would be nearly impossible for all five of us to run around and try to prevent people like Killer here from existing even if we all completely split up."

[dreamsofpositivity]

Killer’s eye narrowed further at Epic’s sarcastic jab, his sockets blazing with fury. The sock muffled his snarl into something between a growl and a gurgle, but the message was still crystal clear.

Killer jerked once against the chain, clearly fantasizing about turning that grin into dust, but the restraint held firm, and his hiss of frustration was drowned out by another garbled noise.

As the group shifted into a more serious discussion, Dream remained silent at first, listening.

Kowai’s mention of the Omega Timeline made him pause in thought. He’d heard of that place—a frozen, fragmented sliver beyond normal causality. But Epic’s counterpoint was fair. Just deleting Killer from the code wouldn’t stop a RESET from pulling a copy into place.

And Kokoro’s observation hit harder than she probably intended.

She was right.

The multiverse was endless. Vast. Ever-expanding. Even if they devoted the rest of their lives to stopping every version of Killer from ever forming, others like him would always appear.

Dream exhaled slowly, his golden gaze fixed on the ground for a moment before lifting to meet theirs.

🌟 There will always be evil. We can’t stop that… not completely.

He glanced back toward Killer, who was now slumped in his chains again, sock still firmly stuffed in place.

🌟But we can stop this one. And maybe, just maybe, we can set a precedent for what comes after. Not destruction. Not death. But a true erasure. A severing from everything that ties him to this cycle.

His eyes swept across each of them in turn.

🌟What we need is a place—or a state of being—outside the code. Something so far removed from the multiverse that not even a RESET can reach it. Not deletion. Not rewriting. Just… exile.

A slow silence fell.

Then Killer snorted through the sock and shrugged, eyes half-lidded in mock boredom. Even muted, he somehow managed to project sarcasm.

Dream ignored him.

🌟If we can find such a place.

He continued.

🌟We could send him there. A one-way trip. It would take everything we’ve got—and it wouldn’t fix the multiverse. But it would fix this.

[memelordbruh]

Kokoro has to keep her focus straight on Killer and she ends up rolling her eyes at the chained skeleton's sarcastic display before tightening the chain around his torso and arms. She isn't giving him any chances at escaping. If she sees as much as him about to escape then she will completely splinter his head off his shoulders and dust him.

Everyone is truly contemplating this. The only people who have even stepped foot outside of the multiverse are Kokoro and Kowai. Those two are thinking deeply about the words Dream said.

Epic at least knew of the multiverse and some things inside it, but beyond it? That is something he hadn't thought of before. Papyrus was just learning about the multiverse and now he is hearing that there could be universes outside of that. The vice captain's skull is figuratively going for a spin upon trying to wrap his head around this information.

[dreamsofpositivity]

Cracked Skies and Falling Light

The portal tore open with a shriek.

It wasn’t graceful—wasn’t one of those calm, shimmering rifts Ink or Error could neatly fold into space. No. This was wild. Violent. A rip carved out by force, not design. And Dream—he was flung through it.

His body spiraled, golden magic leaking from the tears in his coat, his ribs, his soul. One glove had been burned away, the exposed bones of his fingers still crackling with residual energy from the blast that had sent him flying.

Killer had grinned when he struck him. That awful, wide smile. The blade wasn’t meant to kill.

It was meant to send him away.

The ground rushed up before he could stabilize.

Dream hit it hard. The rocky soil scraped along his bones, and his back slammed into a slope of packed earth. Dust exploded around him in a golden mist as he rolled, limbs flailing before he came to a stop at the edge of a tree-shaded hill. His cloak snagged on a root. He didn’t move.

For a long moment, everything was still.

A crow cawed somewhere overhead.

Then, Dream groaned. The sound scraped out of him, more pain than voice, and he tried to sit up.

The world spun.

But not unfamiliar.

His gaze lifted toward the sky—fractured with trails of blinking star lines. Strange, warm wind brushing the grass. Buildings in the far distance—tilted, colorful, and humming with lazy sigils of stardust magic. That sloped ridgeline…

“…Epic’s AU,” he whispered hoarsely. A flicker of something—relief?—broke through the haze of pain.

But it didn’t last.

The portal behind him, still unstable, buzzed violently.

And then—

He heard laughter.

A distorted cackle that crackled like static through the air. It made his spine lock up.

“No…” he rasped, turning toward the light. “No no no—”

Something exploded through the rift.

A blur of glitching red and black tumbled through, hit the ground in a tumble of limbs and blade, and immediately sprang to his feet, all unholy glee and swinging scarves.

“YO!” Killer grinned, panting lightly, his single eye light flickering. “Hah—damn, I almost missed ya, sunshine!”

Dream’s stomach dropped.

Killer twirled his knife lazily, tilting his skull as he took in the surroundings. “Huh. Weird sky. Don’t think I’ve trashed this place before.”

Dream forced himself to his feet, stumbling back, pulling magic to his hands—but it flickered. Weak. Unstable. “You shouldn’t have followed me,” he said, voice shaking.

“Oh, I definitely should have,” Killer replied, stepping forward. “I mean—after that face you made? C’mon. That was art, Dreamy.”

He lunged.

Dream barely dodged, golden magic flaring just enough to throw up a weak shield that shattered on impact.

They crashed through the underbrush, Dream scrambling, Killer in pursuit. Fast. Unrelenting. He wasn’t trying to finish him—just push, push, push, to see how long Dream could hold out.

To see where he’d go.

To see who would find him.

Because Killer had a feeling they weren’t alone in this weird, off-brand AU.

[memelordbruh]

Before Dream had told them to let Killer stew, Epic had noticed the chained skeleton glaring daggers right at him and the muffled attempt at spewing obscenities. In response, he just smuggly grinned before speaking to him in completely clear and unmistakable sarcasm.

"Aww. Thank you. Love ya too, bruh."

Kokoro didn't even flinch at that as she is focused on keeping Killer prisoner while Kowai chuckled some more from that and Papyrus was still stifling his chuckle as this is a serious situation with no time for jokes.

After hearing all that Dream had to say, Kowai spoke up her idea.

"I came across a place called the Omega Timeline and heard of a thing called a "code" that makes up the multiverse. Maybe if he is no longer a part of that "code" then he wouldn't come back no matter how many RESETS."

Epic then shakes his head at her idea before responding.

"That honestly wouldn't fully work, bruh. As soon as his verse RESETS then they'll just be a copy of him running amok. What we really need is to make sure that upon his verse's RESET we could prevent Killer from ever becoming Killer if that is even possible."

Kokoro was finally able to speak up again after crying and it was in response to Epic.

"But as far as all of us know the multiverse is so vast. It would be nearly impossible for all five of us to run around and try to prevent people like Killer here from existing even if we all completely split up."

[dreamsofpositivity]

Cracked Skies and Falling Light

The portal tore open with a shriek.

It wasn’t graceful—wasn’t one of those calm, shimmering rifts Ink or Error could neatly fold into space. No. This was wild. Violent. A rip carved out by force, not design. And Dream—he was flung through it.

His body spiraled, golden magic leaking from the tears in his coat, his ribs, his soul. One glove had been burned away, the exposed bones of his fingers still crackling with residual energy from the blast that had sent him flying.

Killer had grinned when he struck him. That awful, wide smile. The blade wasn’t meant to kill.

It was meant to send him away.

The ground rushed up before he could stabilize.

Dream hit it hard. The rocky soil scraped along his bones, and his back slammed into a slope of packed earth. Dust exploded around him in a golden mist as he rolled, limbs flailing before he came to a stop at the edge of a tree-shaded hill. His cloak snagged on a root. He didn’t move.

For a long moment, everything was still.

A crow cawed somewhere overhead.

Then, Dream groaned. The sound scraped out of him, more pain than voice, and he tried to sit up.

The world spun.

But not unfamiliar.

His gaze lifted toward the sky—fractured with trails of blinking star lines. Strange, warm wind brushing the grass. Buildings in the far distance—tilted, colorful, and humming with lazy sigils of stardust magic. That sloped ridgeline…

“…Epic’s AU,” he whispered hoarsely. A flicker of something—relief?—broke through the haze of pain.

But it didn’t last.

The portal behind him, still unstable, buzzed violently.

And then—

He heard laughter.

A distorted cackle that crackled like static through the air. It made his spine lock up.

“No…” he rasped, turning toward the light. “No no no—”

Something exploded through the rift.

A blur of glitching red and black tumbled through, hit the ground in a tumble of limbs and blade, and immediately sprang to his feet, all unholy glee and swinging scarves.

“YO!” Killer grinned, panting lightly, his single eye light flickering. “Hah—damn, I almost missed ya, sunshine!”

Dream’s stomach dropped.

Killer twirled his knife lazily, tilting his skull as he took in the surroundings. “Huh. Weird sky. Don’t think I’ve trashed this place before.”

Dream forced himself to his feet, stumbling back, pulling magic to his hands—but it flickered. Weak. Unstable. “You shouldn’t have followed me,” he said, voice shaking.

“Oh, I definitely should have,” Killer replied, stepping forward. “I mean—after that face you made? C’mon. That was art, Dreamy.”

He lunged.

Dream barely dodged, golden magic flaring just enough to throw up a weak shield that shattered on impact.

They crashed through the underbrush, Dream scrambling, Killer in pursuit. Fast. Unrelenting. He wasn’t trying to finish him—just push, push, push, to see how long Dream could hold out.

To see where he’d go.

To see who would find him.

Because Killer had a feeling they weren’t alone in this weird, off-brand AU.

[memelordbruh]

Kokoro knew all too well the type of person Killer is. She had fought and killed many of them as they were the ones who had been trying to kill her for most of her entire life. She tightens the chain around his neck even more before speaking about her experience.

"I've dealt with pieces of crap like you, Killer. Completely and disgustingly enjoying the torture and killing of others. Letting you and others just like you live would only bring more pain onto those who've never deserved it. I've stupidly made that mistake before and it ended with the death of someone I once held completely dear to me... Never again."

Epic had understood the hybrid's sentiment over this issue but his vote had a different conclusion.

"I don't think we should just dust the guy, bruh. I have a feeling that if we do then he could just come back after his verse resets. We need to truly think this through."

Kowai and Papyrus agree with Epic. It wasn't long before Kokoro painfully sighed and ended up nodding with them.

"Yeah..... You are right, Epic... I am sorry for letting my emotions get in the way there for a moment."

[dreamsofpositivity]

The chain tightened around Killer’s neck, forcing a rasping sound from his throat—but it wasn’t a cry of pain. It was laughter. Croaking and cracked, but unmistakably amused.

🔪Damn, sweetheart.

He choked out with a crooked grin, teeth bared.

🔪That’s one hell of a sob story. Bet they really screamed for you, huh?

His voice rasped, but his defiance didn’t waver. If anything, it burned hotter beneath the noose of enchanted links.

🔪I ain’t the first monster to take something from you, and I sure as hell won’t be the last. So go ahead. Tighten it. Snap it. Let’s see if the girl who swore never again can keep that promise.

Dream’s voice cut through the tension, soft but sharp.

🌟That’s enough.

He stepped forward again, not flinching at the venom Killer spewed or the emotional wounds Kokoro had laid bare.

🌟This isn’t about revenge.

He said quietly, though his golden gaze never left Killer’s form.

🌟And it isn’t about letting him go, either. It’s about making sure he can’t do this again.

He turned toward Kokoro then, his expression gentler.

🌟You have every right to feel the way you do. And I... I’m sorry you’ve had to carry that pain. But I don’t want you to carry more of it because of him.

Then, to the group at large, his voice steadied.

🌟 We need something that ends this cycle. Not just for Killer, but for everyone like him. If we rush a judgment and it fails… people will get hurt.

Behind him, Killer scoffed.

🔪Y’all really are a bunch of bleeding hearts.

He muttered, chin lowering slightly against the pull of the chain.

🔪Let’s talk it out, group therapy style. Hug it out next?

Dream didn’t rise to the bait.

🌟I won’t stoop to your level.

He said, quietly but firmly.

🌟But I will make sure you can’t hurt anyone else again. One way or another.

[memelordbruh]

While the hybrid still had a good grip on the chain, tears silently rolled down her face while her expression was still serious and angry at Killer and ones like him. She had to carry this pain for basically her entire life and now that she had finally spoken of it, the dam she had built up for so long had broken quite a bit.

She couldn't look away or even try to wipe off those tears as it could loosen the chain enough for Killer to get away, so there, in full view of everyone, the tears flowed down her face and dripped off of her chin while still maintaining that stoic expression and the tightened grip.

Epic had had enough of Killer's talking so he takes off one of his boots and pulls off his very long sock before teleporting himself behind Killer. The taller skeleton then stuffs the sock straight into his mouth to make him shut the hell up.

"Time for you to be silent, bruh. The adults here are now talking."

Kowai chuckled at that while Papyrus and Kokoro refused to for the time being, but they were laughing on the inside over it..

[dreamsofpositivity]

Killer hadn’t expected the tears.

He watched Kokoro with narrowed sockets, the crooked grin on his face faltering just for a moment as her silence spoke louder than any threat. There was rage in her eyes, yes—but also years of grief, worn raw beneath the surface. He didn’t laugh this time. He didn’t taunt her again. For the first time, something almost like unease flickered behind his smug façade.

Almost.

But before he could twist that discomfort into another jab, a sudden teleport behind him made him freeze.

🔪Mmf—?!

Epic’s sock was unceremoniously shoved into his mouth, muffling whatever smartass remark had been loading up. Killer made a garbled, indignant noise, violently flinching against the chains as his shoulders shook—not in rage, but in sheer disbelief.

“Time for you to be silent, bruh,” Epic said, dusting off his hands with exaggerated flair. “The adults here are now talking.”

The hybrid didn’t react beyond the tears continuing to fall, and Killer thrashed lightly in protest, glare full of unspoken profanity, teeth clenched around the long, cursed sock of fate.

Kowai chuckled, and even Papyrus seemed to fight off a snort.

Dream stepped forward, though this time, he didn’t speak to Killer. His gaze settled on Kokoro.

🌟 You shouldn’t have to keep holding that chain alone.

He said quietly.

🌟You’ve carried this weight long enough. Let us help shoulder it.

He turned to Epic next, a faint, exasperated sigh escaping him.

🌟Really, a sock?

He muttered under his breath.

🌟Could’ve just used a silence ward…

Still, a flicker of gratitude passed through his expression—because even if the method was unorthodox, the silence was a blessing.

Dream looked back to the group.

🌟 We need to figure out where we go from here. Whatever we decide... it has to be something that makes sure this ends. For good.

Behind him, Killer made a defiant growl around the sock. Dream didn’t spare him a glance.

[memelordbruh]

Kokoro's ears lowered and her expression had really softened when she looked at Dream for a moment with more tears pouring down her face. She couldn't stay looking at him for very long as the longer she looked away from Killer, the more likely she was to accidentally loosen the chain enough for his escape. Her ears immediately raised back up to full standing as she looked back at the chained skeleton with the same stoic anger she was emitting before.

Epic just shrugs with a chuckle at what Dream said before responding with his voice also sounding like it is just shrugging.

"Eh. Still worked, Bruh. That ward would've only been a waste as he doesn't deserve such a luxury."

They all nod once in agreement with coming up with a plan to fully end not only Killer's reign of terror but also the reign of terror for everyone like him. Five heads are far better than one so maybe they all could easily come to the best conclusion in this predicament.

[dreamsofpositivity]

Cracked Skies and Falling Light

The portal tore open with a shriek.

It wasn’t graceful—wasn’t one of those calm, shimmering rifts Ink or Error could neatly fold into space. No. This was wild. Violent. A rip carved out by force, not design. And Dream—he was flung through it.

His body spiraled, golden magic leaking from the tears in his coat, his ribs, his soul. One glove had been burned away, the exposed bones of his fingers still crackling with residual energy from the blast that had sent him flying.

Killer had grinned when he struck him. That awful, wide smile. The blade wasn’t meant to kill.

It was meant to send him away.

The ground rushed up before he could stabilize.

Dream hit it hard. The rocky soil scraped along his bones, and his back slammed into a slope of packed earth. Dust exploded around him in a golden mist as he rolled, limbs flailing before he came to a stop at the edge of a tree-shaded hill. His cloak snagged on a root. He didn’t move.

For a long moment, everything was still.

A crow cawed somewhere overhead.

Then, Dream groaned. The sound scraped out of him, more pain than voice, and he tried to sit up.

The world spun.

But not unfamiliar.

His gaze lifted toward the sky—fractured with trails of blinking star lines. Strange, warm wind brushing the grass. Buildings in the far distance—tilted, colorful, and humming with lazy sigils of stardust magic. That sloped ridgeline…

“…Epic’s AU,” he whispered hoarsely. A flicker of something—relief?—broke through the haze of pain.

But it didn’t last.

The portal behind him, still unstable, buzzed violently.

And then—

He heard laughter.

A distorted cackle that crackled like static through the air. It made his spine lock up.

“No…” he rasped, turning toward the light. “No no no—”

Something exploded through the rift.

A blur of glitching red and black tumbled through, hit the ground in a tumble of limbs and blade, and immediately sprang to his feet, all unholy glee and swinging scarves.

“YO!” Killer grinned, panting lightly, his single eye light flickering. “Hah—damn, I almost missed ya, sunshine!”

Dream’s stomach dropped.

Killer twirled his knife lazily, tilting his skull as he took in the surroundings. “Huh. Weird sky. Don’t think I’ve trashed this place before.”

Dream forced himself to his feet, stumbling back, pulling magic to his hands—but it flickered. Weak. Unstable. “You shouldn’t have followed me,” he said, voice shaking.

“Oh, I definitely should have,” Killer replied, stepping forward. “I mean—after that face you made? C’mon. That was art, Dreamy.”

He lunged.

Dream barely dodged, golden magic flaring just enough to throw up a weak shield that shattered on impact.

They crashed through the underbrush, Dream scrambling, Killer in pursuit. Fast. Unrelenting. He wasn’t trying to finish him—just push, push, push, to see how long Dream could hold out.

To see where he’d go.

To see who would find him.

Because Killer had a feeling they weren’t alone in this weird, off-brand AU.

[memelordbruh]

Kokoro knew all too well the type of person Killer is. She had fought and killed many of them as they were the ones who had been trying to kill her for most of her entire life. She tightens the chain around his neck even more before speaking about her experience.

"I've dealt with pieces of crap like you, Killer. Completely and disgustingly enjoying the torture and killing of others. Letting you and others just like you live would only bring more pain onto those who've never deserved it. I've stupidly made that mistake before and it ended with the death of someone I once held completely dear to me... Never again."

Epic had understood the hybrid's sentiment over this issue but his vote had a different conclusion.

"I don't think we should just dust the guy, bruh. I have a feeling that if we do then he could just come back after his verse resets. We need to truly think this through."

Kowai and Papyrus agree with Epic. It wasn't long before Kokoro painfully sighed and ended up nodding with them.

"Yeah..... You are right, Epic... I am sorry for letting my emotions get in the way there for a moment."

[dreamsofpositivity]

The chain tightened around Killer’s neck, forcing a rasping sound from his throat—but it wasn’t a cry of pain. It was laughter. Croaking and cracked, but unmistakably amused.

🔪Damn, sweetheart.

He choked out with a crooked grin, teeth bared.

🔪That’s one hell of a sob story. Bet they really screamed for you, huh?

His voice rasped, but his defiance didn’t waver. If anything, it burned hotter beneath the noose of enchanted links.

🔪I ain’t the first monster to take something from you, and I sure as hell won’t be the last. So go ahead. Tighten it. Snap it. Let’s see if the girl who swore never again can keep that promise.

Dream’s voice cut through the tension, soft but sharp.

🌟That’s enough.

He stepped forward again, not flinching at the venom Killer spewed or the emotional wounds Kokoro had laid bare.

🌟This isn’t about revenge.

He said quietly, though his golden gaze never left Killer’s form.

🌟And it isn’t about letting him go, either. It’s about making sure he can’t do this again.

He turned toward Kokoro then, his expression gentler.

🌟You have every right to feel the way you do. And I... I’m sorry you’ve had to carry that pain. But I don’t want you to carry more of it because of him.

Then, to the group at large, his voice steadied.

🌟 We need something that ends this cycle. Not just for Killer, but for everyone like him. If we rush a judgment and it fails… people will get hurt.

Behind him, Killer scoffed.

🔪Y’all really are a bunch of bleeding hearts.

He muttered, chin lowering slightly against the pull of the chain.

🔪Let’s talk it out, group therapy style. Hug it out next?

Dream didn’t rise to the bait.

🌟I won’t stoop to your level.

He said, quietly but firmly.

🌟But I will make sure you can’t hurt anyone else again. One way or another.

[memelordbruh]

While the hybrid still had a good grip on the chain, tears silently rolled down her face while her expression was still serious and angry at Killer and ones like him. She had to carry this pain for basically her entire life and now that she had finally spoken of it, the dam she had built up for so long had broken quite a bit.

She couldn't look away or even try to wipe off those tears as it could loosen the chain enough for Killer to get away, so there, in full view of everyone, the tears flowed down her face and dripped off of her chin while still maintaining that stoic expression and the tightened grip.

Epic had had enough of Killer's talking so he takes off one of his boots and pulls off his very long sock before teleporting himself behind Killer. The taller skeleton then stuffs the sock straight into his mouth to make him shut the hell up.

"Time for you to be silent, bruh. The adults here are now talking."

Kowai chuckled at that while Papyrus and Kokoro refused to for the time being, but they were laughing on the inside over it..

[dreamsofpositivity]

Cracked Skies and Falling Light

The portal tore open with a shriek.

It wasn’t graceful—wasn’t one of those calm, shimmering rifts Ink or Error could neatly fold into space. No. This was wild. Violent. A rip carved out by force, not design. And Dream—he was flung through it.

His body spiraled, golden magic leaking from the tears in his coat, his ribs, his soul. One glove had been burned away, the exposed bones of his fingers still crackling with residual energy from the blast that had sent him flying.

Killer had grinned when he struck him. That awful, wide smile. The blade wasn’t meant to kill.

It was meant to send him away.

The ground rushed up before he could stabilize.

Dream hit it hard. The rocky soil scraped along his bones, and his back slammed into a slope of packed earth. Dust exploded around him in a golden mist as he rolled, limbs flailing before he came to a stop at the edge of a tree-shaded hill. His cloak snagged on a root. He didn’t move.

For a long moment, everything was still.

A crow cawed somewhere overhead.

Then, Dream groaned. The sound scraped out of him, more pain than voice, and he tried to sit up.

The world spun.

But not unfamiliar.

His gaze lifted toward the sky—fractured with trails of blinking star lines. Strange, warm wind brushing the grass. Buildings in the far distance—tilted, colorful, and humming with lazy sigils of stardust magic. That sloped ridgeline…

“…Epic’s AU,” he whispered hoarsely. A flicker of something—relief?—broke through the haze of pain.

But it didn’t last.

The portal behind him, still unstable, buzzed violently.

And then—

He heard laughter.

A distorted cackle that crackled like static through the air. It made his spine lock up.

“No…” he rasped, turning toward the light. “No no no—”

Something exploded through the rift.

A blur of glitching red and black tumbled through, hit the ground in a tumble of limbs and blade, and immediately sprang to his feet, all unholy glee and swinging scarves.

“YO!” Killer grinned, panting lightly, his single eye light flickering. “Hah—damn, I almost missed ya, sunshine!”

Dream’s stomach dropped.

Killer twirled his knife lazily, tilting his skull as he took in the surroundings. “Huh. Weird sky. Don’t think I’ve trashed this place before.”

Dream forced himself to his feet, stumbling back, pulling magic to his hands—but it flickered. Weak. Unstable. “You shouldn’t have followed me,” he said, voice shaking.

“Oh, I definitely should have,” Killer replied, stepping forward. “I mean—after that face you made? C’mon. That was art, Dreamy.”

He lunged.

Dream barely dodged, golden magic flaring just enough to throw up a weak shield that shattered on impact.

They crashed through the underbrush, Dream scrambling, Killer in pursuit. Fast. Unrelenting. He wasn’t trying to finish him—just push, push, push, to see how long Dream could hold out.

To see where he’d go.

To see who would find him.

Because Killer had a feeling they weren’t alone in this weird, off-brand AU.

[memelordbruh]

Kokoro knew all too well the type of person Killer is. She had fought and killed many of them as they were the ones who had been trying to kill her for most of her entire life. She tightens the chain around his neck even more before speaking about her experience.

"I've dealt with pieces of crap like you, Killer. Completely and disgustingly enjoying the torture and killing of others. Letting you and others just like you live would only bring more pain onto those who've never deserved it. I've stupidly made that mistake before and it ended with the death of someone I once held completely dear to me... Never again."

Epic had understood the hybrid's sentiment over this issue but his vote had a different conclusion.

"I don't think we should just dust the guy, bruh. I have a feeling that if we do then he could just come back after his verse resets. We need to truly think this through."

Kowai and Papyrus agree with Epic. It wasn't long before Kokoro painfully sighed and ended up nodding with them.

"Yeah..... You are right, Epic... I am sorry for letting my emotions get in the way there for a moment."