Unexpected End Papyrus and Sans have the ability to travel to different AU’s but do it in different way, Papyrus needs to use his sword to slash into the air to summon a portal, while Sans can just summon a glitchy a portal
The portal was old, withering from unuse all this time. The crackling and pops have gotten so few and far inbetween, cracks splintered the end portal frame and bits of rubble crumbled into the lava below. This couldn't be it. This couldn't be the last of time, quiet between the echoing of pops against the cave walls. Not a soul was left and dust was still slowly falling between its crevices and over the ender eyes in it's frame. No, they couldn't let the end be the end. It was too much of a tragic one.
Monsterkind had taken care of it all this time before the great silence, before the dust and loud echoes. It popped and dust sunk deeper. It never had feeling before now, it never had much thought before now. It was just a portal, quiet and useful, but right now it mourned. It felt the growing cracks upon its surface, splintering off in ever which direction, it felt the heat of magma below, always keeping it warm though the portal itself always remained ice cold. It felt more than it'd ever felt before, but it did not have a soul. The eyes however, they watched.
The eyes knew of the monster that guarded and protected it for so long, a quiet monster, skeletal and always tired. It felt that exhaustion. It wished for them to return, to lay against the cobbled stairs again for a nap, to smile and speak soft words at passing critters in the room. The portal wanted for once. It wanted the monster's dust to not be scattered across it, violent and just as forgotten as it was.
Dust spilled under an eye, but it knew not of pain. It was just a frame afterall. It yearned as the eye popped out, and fell into the lava. The portal closed and the other eyes were frantic, pain.
The room was quiet still, a portal could not scream, it could not yell for help, it could only be- but that was cruel. For something to be sentient and feel touch and pain- but have no way to brace or move or speak it's thoughts was unnatural, it was tragic.
The dust settled and time passed, it forgot the pain. It didn't forget itself, of its yearning or desire. Perhaps its indulgence in hope is what caused a rift, small, void and deep, cascading through it, over and around until it was submerged. The dust rose, and with itso did the portal. Quiet, not even an echo formed in the room as dust gathered, melding, shifting, molding- and so did it, as if it were not made of framework, eyes or end stone, it was molded like clay and as the void dissappeared, it left it on the old cobbled staircase.
It looked- looked, it's eye could see and it could turn, no- it could move. It turned it's head up, down and side to side, left and right, it flinched against furrs lining it's neck when a sound came from it's chest, much like the endermen that filled the End. It looked down at itself again- himself, dressed in clothes. He looked at his hands, they were skeletal and he lifted them, familiar though the magic between his joints were a different color, green instead of blue. He'd been melded into the monster.
That was a different kind of ache, one that filled his entire chest and made strange liquid seep from his sockets, he didn't know a skeleton could make such sorrow filled sounds, the wailing echoing againt the walls of his room until he it hurt to make the sound any longer.
He sat there. Thinking, making his strange sounds, looking around, almost too afraid to move, there was no question as to why he was here, why he was melded, there'd only ever been a few thought on his mind ever since the quiet began, he wanted to restore the lives of those that were lost. He did not want the silence anymore, and he was sure the Dragon and monsters longed to be alive again. Maybe they were here, stuck as he'd been, lost to the silence, unable to express.
He stood, or tried to, failing a lot until he managed some semblance of balance against the stone floors. It was time to leave, afterall this was the beginning, and he was End.
