Traintracks

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Edited 12/09/2019

To you, a grinning skeleton brought back memories. Memories of a game where a pair of lovable skeletons befriended a smoll child. Memories of the smoll child killing said skeletons or leaving them trapped in a cave. Memories of the smoll child not killing the skeletons, and freeing them from mentioned cave. Also, memories of a fandom that over-sexualized said skeletons that had no genitals. And created alternate versions of said skeletons for fun.

Those last two left you on the fence.

Skeletons were in the human body. Skeletons were magic. Skeletons were death. Skeletons were villains. Skeletons were friends. Skeletons were in the room you sat in and one was going through a file with your first name on it.

Any confidence you had was gone. All fear(?) and confusion you had, was still present. They left you in a waiting room, and it was bright. Too bright. Your chest felt fuzzy.

Skeletons could use Blue magic. Skeletons could short cut. Skeletons were cool. Skeletons had multiple versions of themselves coming in and out of the room you were in -

You knew, as soon as you saw the first skeletal face and a red scarf that they were Papyrus. You knew, when you saw a similar face with a lolly stick and an orange pullover, that that skeleton was A Papyrus. Therefore, that there may be multiple skeletons - right?

A nervous bubbling was happening in you again as you pulled whatever knowledge you had from the mess of a fandom to the front of your mind. Most people created overpowered Ocs, right? And then put them into reverse-harems or harems with the alternate versions? Oh gods. Please not have let you end up in one of those worlds. Enough flags were flashing by being sent to an Alternate universe (Woot woot for the art of deduction), you did not want to go through all the I love you but I also love him bull that came from cringey fanfiction scenarios. You didn't want to be out in a position where the protagonist would pull some crazy shit on you for breathing at someone in their love circle wrong. You just want to figure out what the hell is going on, maybe learn magic, and bring that back to your reality-

You grew warm the prospect of that. Learning magic would be amazing - maybe you could also learn to jump between fandoms; go to your favourite worlds-

Your head turned at a feeling, and you looked at the only other humans in the room. There were two of them, and you made eye contact with a boy who was already looking at you through his lashes. Was he staring at you? Did you have something on your face? You felt the bubbling again, and looked away the same time he did. Which made you look at the other.

The other human was female and exuded happiness, looking at all the souls walking around and wearing a heavy blush. She was physically pretty, you decided with the bubbling growing stronger, but she also looked like she wanted to jump all the bones in the room -

Your chest lurched. You felt sick watching her look at the other people - the way she was made it worst-

You turned back the boy, whose fists were shaking against his thighs. Even with the nervous energy around him, he made you feel less nauseous. Made the bubbling less.

You turned away from him and stared at the ceiling.

Underswap Papyrus, though he brought you here, had left as soon as you sat down. The girls you were previously with were left in the forest, presumably being guided out by Undertale Papyrus. You were frustrated when you felt your physical self loosen at the thought.

The creaking of a door made you tilt you head down and focus on the only entrance in the room. Through it, stepped a skeleton of short stature and a greasy blue hoody, who you assumed was classic sans, as well as a green human.