Where The Hell..?

He wasn't sure what happened

And he was freaking out.

One moment he was on the surface for the last time, his bones absorbing the light that he was craving once more and the next he was in a cramped room with two unfamiliar alphas.

He instinctively reached out for his Alphas presence but when he came up with nothing he grew frantic.

He could hear his soul thrumming in his 'ears'. He knew these alphas were trying to speak, more than likely trying to calm him.

But he couldn't hear him, his magic was flaring up around him in the form of protective green flames and sharp, floating bones.

He was curled up, fetus style, tail tucked between his legs and his leash still caught around his legs. His skull was in his hands as his bones rattled.

He was letting out whines and subconsciously calling out his master's name.

"Shit!" One of the skeletons yelped as flames licked up to the ceiling, not spreading but definitely burning. He wore a red sweater shirt with a fuzzy, hooded black jacket and a silver-studded collar. He was thick boned and round skulled. He also had red eye lights and a golden tooth.

"Red, go get Vanilla and let 'im know what's happenin'." The skeleton that spoke was taller, had a lankier bone structure and had an unlit dog treat in his mouth. He wore black, loose-fitting pants, an orange undershirt and a black sweater with a fluffy hood. One of his eye sockets were blank and mostly closed, more than likely blind in that eye socket.

Red nodded and with a burst of magic, disappeared.

The other, lankier skeleton tried to approach the freaking out skelebeast. His singular eyelight watching the magic the skeleton was using. He didn't get too close when a low rumbling growl sent a chill down his spine.

He paused, just as Classic appeared. He was another thick bone skeleton, with a lazy expression and not a scar in sight. He wore a blue hood with small fuzz. He also had black and white basketball shorts and fuzzy pink slippers.

Classic took one glance around the room, before letting out a tired sigh. "Alright, Mutt. Do me a favor and go." His voice was deep, with a faint city accent that mostly evened out. Odd, how do skeletons gain accents?

Anyways.

Classic hummed before studying the whimpering mess that was (Y/n). He wasn't sure how to react, and he could only just understand the words muffled within the cries. It was soul-wrenching and made his chest ache.

What was coherent enough to understand made some sense when connected to form a sentence. Random words such as 'master' 'Papyrus' 'little cub' and 'where'.

He studied the large skeletons attire, browbones scrunching.

The skelebeast resembled the BeastTale version of himself that came through just a little over a year ago. At the same time, he looked so much different, a lot like the demonic skeleton who appeared little over a month ago.

He hated that guy and didn't let him stay for a week, forcing the bara out of his home along with the skeletons Frisk, Fledgling.

The bastard had LV so high all he could see were question marks, and he feared for his brothers life.

But the skeletons outfit looked more like the fell version of himself, so using quick thinking he teleported outta there.

(Y/n) could feel himself calm down, his shaking turning into soft trembles. The rattling of his bones became almost silent.

He opened his eye sockets and scanned the room, the magic still burning bright.

The walls were a stony, cracked gray, leaving him to think he was back underground. There were tools, blueprints, and dirty dishes scattered across the room.

Next to him, across from the locked door was a machine. The machine looked a lot like the one that W.D. left in the underground.

He shifted in his spot and was about to stand up when a burst of magic happened, making him instinctively flinch and curl up once again.

A large skeleton appeared, wearing dark armor and donning a red scarf. The skeleton easily towered over his frame. He had three jagged scars over one of his eye sockets, and his teeth were jagged points.

When the sting of magic calmed he felt his SOUL thrum at a familiar feeling. The new skeletons MAGIC felt so much like his brothers, that he instinctively relaxed.

But that didn't stop the whimpering noises that escaped him, his bones still rattling from being startled.

The magic flames licked at the ceiling, casting a green glow on their surroundings. The tall Papyrus-look alike glared down at him. His magic felt so much like his alphas that he felt himself relax.

"Get Up, Stop Wasting Your Magic, And Calm Down." He more or less ordered the smaller Beta, his glare bore down on (Y/n).

(Y/n) huffed, his tail lashing as he forced himself to calm down. He took deep, slow, and steady breaths to soothe himself.

5 in. 6 out..

6 in. 8 out.

He shakily stood up, bones still rattling softly as he grumbled something to himself.

(Y/n) unwrapped the leash that got tangled around his legs and put it where it wouldn't get caught on anything.

He then stuffed a hand in his pocket, offering the other to the edgy Papyrus, "The names Sans, or uh, (y/n)."

The skeleton stared down at his hand before placing his own into it. "Edge." His response was short and curt. Just like how his brother would respond.

Edge didn't look twice at the electric collar around (Y/n)s neck. He only turned around and walked to the basement entrance, opened the door and gestured for the beast-like skeleton to go through.

(Y/n) paused and glanced at Edge, scanning his face for any indication that this was a trick. When he noticed there was none, he walked past the taller skeleton and glanced around.

He was surrounded by soft colored walls of cracked gray. In front of him was a staircase going upwards. He frowns at the stairs before climbing them.

Edge pushed in front of him, storming past him and up the staircase. He shoved open the door at the top and led (y/n) to the living room. They passed a few doors, one covered in random meme stickers.

He stared at that door for a few moments, staring at all the grumpy cat, lil' bub, and doge memes that littered the door.

Aren't those memes dead? They died years ago. Why the hell were they on the door.

Whatever. Ignoring that with a strange look on his face, he quickly caught up with the tall skeleton.

Edge glanced at the smaller skeleton out the corner of his eye.

(Y/n) started thinking about where he was, he couldn't be in his home universe, and the fact that he studied Dr. G's notes in multiverse theory, he'd say he was alright when it comes to the idea..

Now what universe he is in, is the question.

Edge placed a hand on (y/n)s shoulder, forcing the skelebeast from his thoughts. (Y/n) hummed and forced himself to focus on where the taller skeleton led him.

It was a large room, full of skeletons of different sizes and fashion.

The walls were a cream color, the carpet a soft beige. There was a large couch, one of the kind that had a U shape. The couch was a dark brown, and he could see a strange stain on one of the cushions.

On the couch were a few skeletons.

He recognized two of the skeletons as the ones who took him from his Alpha, causing him to unconsciously put the two under his dislike list.

The one he knew to be Red, and the one who wore a collar quite similar to his. The hot-topic esque skeleton was staring at him, like most of the skeletons were.

(Y/n) took notice of his gold-colored tooth, his gaze only lasting for a few moments before he looked to the other skeleton he recognized. If he remembered correctly, his name was Mutt. An odd name, he knew, but he wouldn't say it was the oddest.

Skeletons, like other monsters, weren't the most creative when it came to naming things. And it was obvious that these skeletons weren't blessed with unique nicknames.

Mutt wore a jacket with extra fluff, which was admittedly the first thing he paid attention to. The fluff looked like it would be very soft against his bones. And compared to his ratty, torn and stained hood, he found himself a little envious of Mutts obviously new jacket.

He tore his gaze away from the jacket, his eye light focusing one another lanky skeleton. He donned an orange hood and was splayed comfortably against the couch. An unlit cigarette hung from his jaw, and (Y/n) found himself having the urge to smoke.

He looked to the last skeleton on the couch, faintly recognizing the blue hood as the same one he saw when he first freaked. The skeleton was nursing a red bottle, presumably ketchup from the scent that came from the area. The skeleton had a lazy aura, his feet kicked back on the recline. His arm over the top of the couch.

He felt Edge prod at his spine, urging him to enter the room. No words were spoken as he reluctantly trudged into the room. He held his head down and made sure to seem as small and weak as possible. He felt the stares of the laid back skeletons, his skull beading with sweat as he felt his SOUL be judged.

The feeling of a CHECK was recognizable, seeing as he's been checked one too many times to count. But he also knew they wouldn't be able to see his STATS.

A monster cannot see the STATS of a MAGE without their consent. No matter how powerful said monster is, the only thing they'd be able to see is a brief message.

He sat down on the soft cushion, feeling himself sink into it. Out the corner of his eye socket, he saw Edge stand beside him.

He felt himself relax a tad, knowing that the closest thing to his brother wouldn't leave him to the wolves.

Edge cleared his throat, causing the skeletons to stop staring holes into (y/n)s SOUL.

"As You Can See, I Was Able To Calm Him Down." Edge voice was still lowered, though slightly louder than earlier.

The lazy, blue hooded skeleton sat up straighter, staring into his eyes. "Right, introductions." He rubbed his face, the sound of bone against bone sounding through the room.

The one in an orange hoodie leaned back and stretched, back popping. The sound caused (Y/n) to instinctively flinch. Bad memories flashing through his mind's eye, but he repressed them before anything too bad came back to him.

Edge spoke up first, "I Am Edge, As You Already Know." He nodded down at you, his stared didnt give away too many emotions, Which was odd, considering…

Orange hood spoke up next, still lazing on the couch. "'M Stretch." was all he said, taking a drag of his cigarette.

(Y/n) turned his gaze to the collar wearing one, Red. He glared at back at him, before smirking. " Names Red, hot stuff." … Was that a flirt? Alright then…

The blue hood male spoke up next, his grin lazy and his expression lax. "I'm Vanilla, the owner of this house."

Everyone turned to look at Mutt, who just stared back. Silence rang out in the room for a good 6 seconds before they all gave up on the silent skeleton.

"Right," Vanilla continued, "You're probably confused as to what happened."

Edge let out a scoff, rolling their eyes. And (Y/n) couldn't help silently agree with how obvious the answer was. Yes, he was confused, very confused. He was also lost, scared, and more or less anxious.

Vanilla gave Edge a glare, before continuing. "A few years ago, I fixed up the machine down in the basement, I was able to bring my Dad back from the VOID, but doing so I accidently left a tear through the multiverse. Every now and again, when the barrier breaks in a separate AU, the AUs will drift into one another and lock onto the most familiar source of MAGIC. Which means that the machine brought you from your AU into mine," he stared at (Y/n) for a few milliseconds, studying the skelebeasts reaction. "Normally, two skeletons come through. But sometimes only one comes through, which you are unfortunate to be part of. Any questions?"

(Y/n) stared at him, before speaking up. "How do I get back?"

Vanilla hummed, looking thoughtful. When he went to speak, Stretch spoke up. "That's the thing, we dunno."

(Y/n) felt the hope that built up in his SOUL come crumbling down once again.

Vanilla sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "We're constantly trying to figure it out. But so far we've only been unsuccessful. On another note, I can tell by the state of your clothes that your AU is pretty rough."

(Y/n) scoffed, that was an understatement. Most monsters were power hungry, obsessive or feral.

"So I have to tell you a few rules,

First, don't kill anyone,

Second, don't fight anyone,

Third, don't leave the house without permission,

Fourth, don't go into anyone's rooms without permission,

Fifth, don't insult anyone's cooking.

And last but not least, if your going to fuck anyone, do it in the privacy of your room." He sounded exasperated with the last one.

Most of the rules on the list annoyed him. What was he, an animal?

"Anyways, we have to come up with a nickname for you." Vanilla spoke.

So (Y/n) decided to speak up, "Just call me (Y/n)."

Vanilla looked relieved, probably not wanting to have to come up with another nickname. "Great, alright, glad that's handled."

With that Vanilla disappeared, leaving (Y/n) with Edge and the other weird skeletons..