[ @acrisolum liked for angst ]
Between him and his brother it was Blackberry that made most of the rules. He had wake up and go to sleep at a certain time. He had to get to work on time. He had to call if he was going to be somewhere else. He had to be home for dinner at least two times a week. The list went on, and on. His brother on the other hand had one rule for Blackberry: don’t fuck with the machine in the shed.
Double whoops about the smoking machine he left behind. That wasn’t a good sign! How was he supposed to get home?
Berry kicked the useless thing in frustration, and turned around with an annoyed grunt. This was fine! Just find the Sans or Papyrus from here and they’d get him home! This timeline couldn’t be that bad, despite the clearly foreboding feeling it was sending up and down his spine. He could deal with it. He dealt with his own timeline, and he was no stranger to violence.
However when he wandered out into the open as bold as ever, the small Skeleton realized he had no idea where the hell he was. It was clearly one of those timelines that was swapped from his ( he’d have to find the Sans then ), but that was the least of his problems. Blackberry's eyelights which were usually so large and bright shrunk down to little pinpricks as he took in the scene of the town of Snowdin. Or... at least that was what he assumed this horrible place was.
Not even a Fell timeline ( which he had honestly become so desensitized to by now ) looked this destroyed, this covered in the remains of the dead, or dying.
Ah, well... Uhm. Nothing the Terrifying and Maleficent Sans couldn't handle.