**Long and unnecessary chapter intro? Check :)

- / Please do remember, I am writing this in a script format. Though I do add details/ -

**Setting: A random empty AU that lay idly in the middle of no where in particular was resting in blank space. A large black table littered with small objects that each Sans held near themselves. Error even had his dolls where he was. Matching chairs that were almost all occupied were sitting near the table as well.. various voices filling the reversed void where all of the characters chattered.**

Ink: *pacing back and forth, holding his brush under his right arm while his left was held up, checking a watch every so often.* Ever since our AU-Verse treaty, there has been almost nothing to do... coming from someone who is too used to chaos, I guess I am more affected... *sighed, taking a moment to grip at his skull with his free hand* when did this become so difficult.

Blue: *gets up, making sure that his gloves were back on his hands* Ink, you and I both know that it is going to take a while to adjust to everything here... even Fell is having a hard time. *takes a moment to look at all of the alleged 'Bad Sanses' who were sitting in the corner, chatting among themselves* besides there are others that are also having trouble.

Ink: *looks at all of the latter Sanses as well, carefully placing the paintbrush he had into the carrier on his back* I know, Blue... but without chaos, I almost have no point here. I am supposed to be that balance... the one that evens things out. *huffed, crossing his arms a bit as he lets out another small sigh* This is just.. beyond different.

Fell: *spots them talking in the corner and grunted to himself. With a motion, he puts his mustard into his pocket and walks over* What are you two talking about over here? Why is this meeting not going anywhere?

Dream: *also walked over, coming from an opposing direction of Fell's* Because not everyone is here yet... we need to make sure that everyone is present. As flaky as he is, Fresh himself usually isn't that late... not as late as this anyway.. which has me concerned.

Fell: Who cares about that skittle anyway? He usually doesn't even contribute to conversation. He say 'yay' 'Nay' and 'Broski' like those are the only words in his vocabulary. *crossed his arms, his golden tooth shining from it's spot after being bared, mainly in annoyance*

Ink: Believe it or not, Fresh is smarter than you think. More powerful too. For a while, Fresh was the only one able to keep Error on his toes, and keep him in line when I was unable to. He may not do the best things. In fact, almost NONE of us do, but he knows what to do when he has a fair bargain and he always sticks to it. *scratched his skull, his normal eyes flashing to a blue diamond and a normal white pinprick* he is one of the most honest Sanses that I know...

Fall: Yeah, sure, whatever. If he don't hurry his ass up though, I am leaving. My brother will probably kill me for being out longer than intended. *starts cursing under his breath, tapping his left foot on the ground in impatience*

**On the other side of the table, Error, Dust, Killer, Horror, Nightmare and Cross all were talking silently, browsing their own ideas**

Error: *watching Ink from the other end of the table, his chin resting on his left hand as he groans in annoyance, the blue streaks glowing on his face from dormant magic coursing around in a sense of circulation* Ink is always so annoying when he goes into his frenzies about tipping and order... I swear it's like he forgets he can do other stuff.

Horror: You were his main, or only entertainment there for a while, Error. I guess it really did a number with him. *playing with the blade on his ax, scratching at a dent in the table with contemplation*

Dust: Since the peace treaty and meetings, everything use 'bad guys' used to do is unable to be done. Though I do not expect us to be forgiven, it is unpleasant to get a particularly cold shoulder directed at us. Personally, I am tired of looking over every five minutes and seeing that bird variant of us just glaring at me. Happens every time. *Looks over at Birdtale Sans. Just as he had mentioned, the other looked over at him at the same time and gave him a dark glare* Yeah, yeah. Fuck you too, short-stuff. *pulls up his middle finger, rolling his pinpricks*

Horror: What a nice thing to watch. So how long had that been happening then? *looked over to Birdtale Sans, seeing that the other two with the latter were talking to each other. Ganz and Gaster Sans were just having a simple conversation.*

Error: You have been silent 'Lord of Darkness', what is eating at you? *leans into the table, groaning in a small wave of pleasure as he pops a misplaced backbone back to comfort* None of us are thrilled with this treaty, nor are we thrilled with what we have done. However that doesn't have us as down as you are right now.

Nightmare: As a cause of concern, I a being separated from my original counterpart. Meaning I lose most of my powers. Being as I am the 'personified' apple of darkness, I technically have my own consciousness. That means that the original 'Nightmare' is just a body inside of my mass.

Dust: So in that case, when you are separated, you are going to be close enough to the weakest of everyone here. Leaving you pretty much 'rendered useless' as you liked to put it? *messes around with his hood, leaning back in his chair*

Nightmare: Close enough to that yeah. Not that it mattered. What even made us feel bad about what we were doing anyway? We used to do it with such ease.. killing, destroying everything. Making sure to inflict common destruction and regular chaos... everything. Now here we are confined to a table, feeling like marshmallows because of these stupid emotions...

Error: Get used to it, they aren't going to go away any time soon. They are here to stay, no matter how much we hate them. *grunts, leaning up again, facing them with a spacey expression going over his sockets* Because in the end, there is going to be no way we can escape this hellhole torture...

Horror: I can't even bring myself to do and that is what I did as a living. I killed almost anything in my path.. yet here I am... refusing to even cut flowers because it makes me feel like a worse guy than what I am like even now. *mumbled in anger, slamming his ax down on the table and letting out an exhalation of breath in annoyance.

/Suddenly, a portal opening in the middle of the meeting AU caught everyone's attention. There was a burst of light, and two blackened forms appeared there. One seemed to be carrying another. The figures were black at first, but as the light started to dissipate and the portal disappeared with a small popping noise. The figure being held by the other was Fresh. At the moment, he was badly wounded, and the other figure holding him seemed to using some kind of magic to stabilize him. Ink was the first one to rush over, checking to see if the rather ... odd color-schemed skeleton was alright. Questioning him intensely with some kind of worry that he wasn't even used to displaying himself/

Ink: Fresh, where the hell were you?! What happened?! *grabbed the other from the other skeleton, before looking up and getting a good look at just who had brought Fresh in here, like this.* *As soon as he saw who it was, he froze. No one had seen him in their AU or anywhere else. Because he was almost impossible to get to, after a while, no one even tried.* You are... the Classic Universe... The Original...

Fresh: *grumbled, mainly in pain as he sat up, his glasses flashing "I know" on the left lens and "Right?!" on the other. Agreeing on the astonishment before he managed to speak* Ink... my rad dude, I know this is a once in a lifetime kind of thing here... but... MY BROSKI, I AM BLEEDING OUT! CAN I GET SOME HELP PLEASE?!

Ink: *snapped out of his stupor, looking at the plain looking variant of himself and everyone else in the room. He used his paintbrush to get some stuff he needed ready and healed Fresh, who was keeping his eyes on where the portal was that they had come from.* Fresh, what took you so long to get here?! What the hell happened?!

Fresh: My unrad bro, I don't really know what happened. I was skateboarding to get that pendant we all have to get here, and the next thing I know it glows black and I end up in the middle of an unfamiliar forest!

Blue: Unfamiliar forest? What does that mean? Somewhere we all haven't been before? I thought we saw all of each other's AU. Unless you landed in the place where this guy came from... *points to the other unfamiliar figure, who was standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets as he opened a ketchup packet and consumed it's contents*

Fresh: I am getting to that.. but first... I need to get everyone's attention, because I don't think this guy will answer the question 'what is your name' more than one time. Ink, can you please-

Ink: *slams the handle of his paintbrush on the ground, making a loud clanging sound. Sucessfuly gaining the attention of everyone in the room that wasn't paying attention to him before.* Fresh, go ahead.

Fresh: *gets up* ngh. dammit, this is very unrad, bro. My chest really, like, hurts. A lot... *starting to talk louder, calling over everyone that was sitting there.* Alright, as we all know, I was late for the meeting. That is because I was grabbed by something and taken somewhere else... I am here because of this rad dude *points to the new figure* tell us man, tell us who you are.

Classic: Of course. *Sans did a small nod, walking in front of the other skeletons that were there, stuffing his hands in his pockets again* Hey. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton.

/The entire table went quiet of any minor small conversation on the side, leaving all of the other skeletons silent as they gazed to the plain looking newbie in front of them, as if they were processing the information. The others became still and the silence was unnerving, making the skeleton standing by himself feel like he really did not belong where he was. Awkward air- and a skeptical accented "right' was heard. making the silence grow to feel bitter and cold./

/With that, Fresh stood up, getting ready to talk about what really happened./