The sun was bright, and kids were laughing. Under the weeping willow, the creator awoke.

Ink groaned with annoyance as the sunlight which had been keeping him warm disappeared behind a cloud.

Wait. didn't the multiverse just die a second ago? He shoots up in shock. How was he alive?! No one has ever figured out what happened when you get deleted, or fall into the void because no one has ever come back from it. Well, besides the thousands of Gasters who made it out, but they will avoid any Sans like the plague, so asking them would have been impossible.

Hmm . . . maybe he had somehow gotten into heaven? Ink quickly looks around. Just now he had been leaning against a tree, a Weeping Willow to be exact. To his left there was a sidewalk, and in the distance he could see a family of monsters setting up a picnic of some sort.

Was he. . . at a park? Surely heaven didn't look like some park. Ink had imagined heaven having clouds and gold everywhere he could look, and wonderful angel wings on his back. But there was no clouds or gold in sight. Well, besides in the sky. The sun slowly set as the light turned the sky into a golden orange. It was beautiful, but it wasn't heaven. At least he's not dead, right? Ink reaches back for his paint brush, or at least, were his paintbrush should have been.

But it was not there.

He gasps if shock. "No! Where did it go?!" Ink had almost screamed as he turned in all directions, looking for his beloved Broomie. But It was nowhere to be found. Ink quickly ran down the sidewalk, wondering if the family of monsters had seen it.

Two of the children who have been playing with there toy monsters turn to Ink, wonder splattered across their faces as they stare up at the newcomer. What looks like to be the mother goat walks up to them.

"Hello? Have you seen my paintbrush? I-its this big and. . . " He spreads his arms out all the way out, attempting to show the family the size of his missing paintbrush. The mother, who looked much like Toriel, gave Ink a sweat smile. "No dear, we haven't seen any abnormally large paint brushes at all. But if I were you, I would check the lost-and-found." Ink nods. "Ok then, thank you for the help!" he says as he waves goodbye, and starts running in a random direction.

. . . oh yeah, where was the lost-and-found?

Ink quickly turns and jogs back. "Do . . . umm, do you know were the lost-and-found is?" Ink asks polity. One of the goat children giggles a little and then stands up. "Don't worry, I'll walk you there." she looks up at her mother who nods, granting permission to walk Ink to the lost and found. Ink gives her one of his traditional smiles. "Thanks!"

*Time skip*

While walking, they had started conversation with each other. Ink had found out that the small goat monster's name was Cherry, and he had told Cherry about how he had just woken up under the great willow.

"Oh, do you remember anything that happened before you woke up?" Cherry asked. Ink opens his mouth to talk but stops himself. Images of the multiverse destroying itself flashed through Inks mind. The way Error had looked up at Ink with a sorry expression before Ink had gone to far, and struck him across the chest one last time with the hard end of his brush.

"Ink? Are you ok?" she asks with a worried expression. Ink shakes the images out of his head, but they just keep returning.

Finally, Ink answers. "Y-yes . . . I'm fine. . . lets just go." Cherry nods, deciding that it was best to not bring up the topic anymore. "Oh look! We are here." she points at a small shop. Ink looks up from the dull ground. The lost-and-found shop stood next to two smaller weeping willows, it looked oddly like the Sans hotdog stand. It had the words "L0sT & FoUnD" lazyly painted on it with a nice shade of green.

Cherry points at the stand. "There used to be a better looking stand, but the monsters who ran it quit. Your very lucky, they just reopened two days ago, and with new monster that will look after it."

Ink smiles, very thankful that the goat monster had helped him. "Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it." he says.

Cherry nods. "Good luck in finding your paintbrush!" she says as she turns and walks away, leaving Ink to talk to the owner of the stand alone. Ink sighs and walks over to it, but no monster was at the stand, it was just like an empty shop. He was about to leave when a bright pink piece of paper caught his eye.

'Heya,

If you've lost something and it needs to be found,

just walk over to the other side of the counter.

All the lost things are found there.

-Mr C. Undertale.

Ink stared at the paper for a second. Then it hit him. C. Undertale? That was Classic! Classic was here! But why? This place looked nothing like his AU. Ink quickly looks around the "lost and found" stand to see if Classic had decided to take a nap somewhere, but there was no lazy bones Classic in sight.

"Hmm . . ." Ink walked over to the other side of the counter- like the note had mentioned, where toys and coats of all shapes and sizes were stuffed. But no abnormally large paint brushes were in sight. Ink sighted and turned to walk away, but was stopped.

"Wow Ink, I didn't expect you to be here." Classic smiles as he walks over, Fell, (underfell sans) lazyly trails behind him. "Classic? Fell? What are you two doing here?" Ink asked, truly shooken.

"The big question is, what are you doing here? We thought we were the only ones." Fell growled, the anger in his eyes shone with the rage of a thousand starving lions.

"I-I don't know. I just woke up and my paint brush was gone, so I went over to the lost and found to go and find it." Ink answered truthfully. "You just barely woke up?" Fell says with shock in his eyes. Ink nods. "Holly crap Ink! You've probably been sleeping for three days!" He yells.

"I have?" Ink asks, shocked. "Yes!" both say at the same time. "Well, if you got here at the same time as us." Classic adds.

"Oh wow, I must've been in a coma of some sort. Good thing I woke up. Say, have you seen my paint brush?" he asks. Classic looks at Ink. ". . . No, we haven't. But it's not just your brush thats missing, look at yourself." He points at Ink, who looks down to see that his light blue jacket that was usually tied around his waist was missing, and so were his vials.

His vials.

"What?! Where did they go??" Ink starts spinning in circles as he searches the ground. "Don't ask us, we don't know." Classic grumbles as he walks over to His 'lost and found' stand. He grabs the pink sticky note and throws it over his shoulder, ignoring Fell's annoyed gumble as he starts to set up the 'open' sign.

"Can I look through the stuff in the lost and found again?" Ink asks politely. Fell lets out a sigh and nods. Ink walks back over to the pile of stuff behind the counter and starts to dig through the bags of junk.

Ink already knew he wouldn't find his paintbrush here, but his vials would be small enough to be in any bag, pocket, or glove, and he was going to check every bag pocket and glove until his precious vials are found.

After ten minutes, Classic and Fell took pity on the creator and started to help. But it didn't take very long for the three to give up. They had searched each bag, checked under each lost coat, and dug through a number of socks and gloves. But no vials of any color could be found.

Ink sighed and sat back on the grass. With all honesty, he really didn't care what happened to his paintbrush or jacket, all he was really looking for was the vials. After all, he loved to experience emotion of any kind, even if it was hate, or sadness.

"Ink, I don't think your paint vials are here. . ." Classic gives ink a sorry look.

Ink started to feel heavy and droopy. A lump was slowly growing at the bottom of his throat. Would he ever find his vails? The lumped started to grow. Would he ever be able to experience emotion? Suddenly, tears started to slip.

"Ink?!" Classic says, making Ink jump in surprise.

How. . . how was Ink experiencing emotion. . . without the help of his vials? He looked up at Classic with wide eyes, his voice started shaking. "Classic, check me. Now." Classic jumps back in surprise. "W-what?"

"Just do it!" Ink yells. Classic reaches out his hand as the 'check' button appears.

*click*

*Ink sans

*HP: 10/20

*code has been scanned and accepted to the multiverse known as: PJ's daycare.

(quick A/N: PJ's daycare is just a really good comic I really enjoyed, and if you haven't seen it then just look up the multiverses name. Credit belongs to the original creator.)

*thinks that he's still in his own multiverse.

Ink stared in horror as a small, average sized soul appeared in front of him. It had the colors of the rainbow, and glowed a light gold. How did Ink get a soul? Wasn't that supposed to be impossible? Ink had tried many times to make himself a soul, but it never really worked. So why now? Why?

Classic, on the other hand, had no idea that Ink having a soul was not normal. He was only now just realizing that this was the first time he has ever seen Ink's soul.

But wut.

How are they in a different multiverse?!?!

" . . . what the [FRICK]?!?! There's more than one multiverse?!?!" Fell yells. His face was twisted up in confusion.

Ink, who wasn't paying attention looks up. "W-what?" Fell glares at him. "According to your check. . ." he looks down at Ink's CHECK box. "Your code has been scanned and [flipping] accepted to the multiverse known as PJ's Daycare."

Ink takes a look, and is shocked as he sees the same words Fell had demonstrated.

More than one multiverse?

Had Ink, Fell, and Classic really been move to a new multiverse?

If it's true, that Ink's check box was telling the truth. . . 

That means. . .

Ink's multiverse really did die.

He failed.

Ink's new soul started to feel heavy. . .

His vision started to cloud.

He failed. . .

He failed. . .

He failed. . . 

The words started to repeat themselves in his head, and soon Ink found himself face to face with the dirt ground as he fell down.

His vision slowly turns black.

. . .

I guess the stress of knowing that he had failed was too much for him.