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Entry 2: Fresh

She laid in the endless white, the doorways to her worlds floating below. Bobbing in the empty space as mirrors, arches, puddles, and the like. New ones spawned, even now, as she stared aimlessly. Her mind empty and body numb.

"Yo Broski! Ya doin' okay?"

Bright colors suddenly obscured her vision, the word "Okay?" split evenly between the sunglass's lenses of the skeleton looming over her form. His hands were stuffed in his 90's nightmare jacket as he watched her eyes connect with his gaze.

Her brow rose as she stared at him curiously, "Are you? You don't normally show emotion without... becoming an anxious mess."

He shrugged, taking a step back before lowering himself to be sitting next to her. The movement made her sit up, the numbness forgotten due his unusual behavior.

He wasn't in her space, pressed against her side like he was prone to doing. He hadn't even tried to give her a kiss. It put a pinch in her brow as she stared, waiting patiently. His sunglasses had gone back to displaying the typical "YOLO" message as he took a moment to think before meeting her gaze.

"I'd be wiggin' out if I was back at the crib uni. When I'm here I can chillax, y'know?"

It took a moment for her sluggish thoughts to connect that he only felt anxious when he's where his creators can actually do something to him. When he's here? The only person with any sort of true power was her, and she had no control over the code or existence of anything that wasn't part of her multiverse.

She could interact with him, even kill him if she wanted, but both of them knew she wouldn't. At least, as long as he didn't touch her universes. He understood that.

Just as she wouldn't destroy him because she was desperate for interaction, he wouldn't infect any of her creations because he was equally desperate for sanctuary. A place where he didn't feel like his existence was on the line and where he could actually process these new emotions without consequence.

"Now it's your turn broski! What's eatin' ya?"

It was as if the light within extinguished as she leaned back on her hands with a sigh. She stared aimlessly, once more, into the emptiness above her.

"I wanna die."

The white of the world around them warped, black bleeding in as the worlds below shuddered and inhuman screams exploded around them. Fresh could physically feel the terror and fury in the air as if the emotions took sentience, reaching for his companion. A twisted face of black and white taking shape, maw gaping as it rushed in their direction, ready to swallow her whole.

Instead of fear, like he expected from her, her eyes drooped with a tiredness that had nothing to do with sleep. She took a deep breath in from the nose before gently blowing out with her lips. An invisible gust dispersed the face and erased any trace of the unnatural black. The worlds below settling and the screams silenced. It was as if nothing had happened at all.

"Sorry. They hate when I talk like that."

Fresh startled, only now realizing that he had a death grip on her arm that he was quick to let go. "OMG WTF" was on his glasses and it made her chuckle wryly.

"The voids." She did a vague gesture by twirling her finger in a circle to reference the space around them. "They have sentience here, and they despise the idea of me... you know."

He nodded slowly, looking contemplative. However, before he could ask anything, she spoke.

"Though, to really answer your question, I... hate being alone. And I think they," she gestured to around them again, "know that, but they have no idea how to fix it. Not really. Sure, they brought me my sisters, and they threw you and the other skeletons at me, but none of you can stay. Not for long anyway."

It wasn't as if Fresh and the others hadn't tried. Just as it was the void that had up and tossed them here, it was also what threw them out. As if it couldn't stand anything that didn't come from her lingering for too long. A couple days was the most that any of them had managed to stick around at one time.

"And I just... I want more. I want more time with you all. I want more than this big space to be my own. And I-"

She faltered, curling into herself. She couldn't bring herself to utter her deepest desire, so instead she whispered the next best thing with tears glistening in her eyes, "I don't want to be alone..." She sniffled, turning her head that now rested on her knees and gave Fresh a watery smile, "I just wish I could leave..."

The moment the words were spoken, her eyes widened, reaching out to Fresh. Yet, the void had already taken him; throwing him back into his universe. Leaving her to scream and cry with frustration and despair.

Context (condensed): She has no way to leave her own multiverse and can't directly interact with those in her own. Essentially, she's been isolated for who knows how long. She can't speak to the voids and can only guess their motives based on their actions.

They are actually fighting over how to handle the whole isolation issue. One wishes to give her people to bond with, while the other doesn't want to risk them interfering with her universes. It's a valid concern considering that a couple have already been put off course because of some *cough* Ink *cough* interference.

Side note- The sisters aren't her actual family. They're friends that she considers sisters.

Well then, what are your Good Sanses headcanons?

Here are some of them!

Dream is the holder of the single brain cell among the Star Sanses. Blue sometimes has it, but he gets excited too easily and Ink is...well, Ink

Sci does help them out from time to time, but he also helps Nightmare’s Gang as well. First it was out of fear for his life, but as more time passes it becomes willingly. He’s a neutral party, like Fresh!

Outertale Sans floats around everywhere, and Blue has asked multiple times to be carried. He only succeeds once, and it ended in chaos when Ink saw them and wanted to join too so he ran and jumped at them

Red munches on chocolate all throughout meetings, and Dancetale Sans is his willing accomplice

Ink can’t sit still for long during meetings, so he usually paces or doodles as a way to take notes

Epic sits in the very back, facetimes Cross, and talks to him at every single meeting. “do you see this, bro? this is taking ages.” “i know bro, i’ll save some cookies for you” “oh you are a legend bro” “you too bro”

Blue hands out snacks to everyone, and Flowerfell Sans usually asks for one extra to give to Flowerfell Frisk (which Blue happily agrees to)

Sometimes G only uses Morse Code at the meetings and it drives the others insane when they spend hours deciphering long strings of Morse Code only to find that it’s the Bee Movie Script

Undertale Sans makes sure they all break for a nap. No one can escape.

Ink sometimes steps out to call someone, and comes back humming

Outertale Sans usually brings pictures of his universe to show to the Sanses who haven’t gotten out of the Underground, and schedules a day where everyone visits his universe for some relaxation. Nearly all the Sanses have cried at least once when they saw the stars in person.

Sometimes Fresh opens up a portal and lets Killer and Dust look in on the meeting. They usually prank some of the Sanses with stringy cheese and confetti

When Fresh attends, he has a habit of moonwalking in through a portal

Overtime, meetings become less like meetings and a place to hang out. After some encouragement, Dancetale Sans holds a dancing session and it goes so well that there’s one every Tuesday

I’ll cut off the headcanons here for now! Thank you for the ask anon, I had fun with this!

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