Error
Thankfully, I was on break. Ink wasn't being an oblivious idiot today, so I was watching the stars in Outertale for the time being.

It was peaceful here. The anti-void screamed, but this place, somehow so similar and yet so different, didn't.

That was always nice.

I sighed, my glitchy voice turning it into a freak show of an action.

There's something about me which I haven't told anyone—not even Blue—and that I know I'll never be able to tell. Each moment, I slowly break more apart. One day I'll be fully broken: unfixable by any magic known. I'll just be a pile of dust in the anti-void, waiting for someone to discover that the only one keeping the balance was gone.

I rubbed my fingertips, checking for today's decay.

A couple specks of dust drifted to the ground.

I stared at them as they disappeared.

Today's another day of torture. Nothing new.

But...maybe one day it'll chan—

*woosh*

The surface underneath me vanished, and I gave a yell as I suddenly free-fell through air.

Someone else yelled back, and I crashed into something.

I closed my sockets, holding my head and groaning in pain as whatever was in my skull throbbed. What in the multiverse just happened? I was sitting in Outertale...then I was falling...and I landed on—

"What the heck are you?"

My sockets shot open.

I was straddling a girl with (color/no) hair, (color) eyes, and (freckled/clear) (color) skin.

I didn't have time to look at them further, because my haphephobia kicked into gear.

I screamed at our proximity, before crashing. The world went black.
—

Ink
Thankfully, I was on break. Error wasn't being a cruel destroyer today, so I was doodling for the time being.

The Doodlesphere was quiet. The rustle of paper was constant, though, making it feel more full than it really was.

That was always nice.

My pencil scratched against the pad, still echoing through the practically empty void.

Why did I spend time here, again?

Oh, right—to keep an eye on Error.

I subconsciously rolled my sockets.

Error. I disliked the name majorly.

Each time we met, I was always two seconds too late to save a universe from crumbling into ash. Each time I locked eyes with him I scowled. Even without a soul, it's as though, somewhere, there burns a hatred for him.

I just...can't deal with him.

But of course I had to put on a smile for the multiverse.

What else could I do?

*woosh*

A portal swooped into existence a few feet away from me, and I paused my drawing, squinting at it.

It was almost colorless, except for a white glow around the edge and a gray sheen over it.

Then, like gravity, it began to pull me in.

I yelped, scraping my phalanges against the unforgiving 'ground' of the Doodlesphere. "What? No—stop!"

But as nothing could stop gravity, nothing could stop the portal from pulling me in.
—

Horror
"You can't run, kiddo..."

The kid looked back. Their eyes were wide, almost cartoonishly so. I'd've laughed if I wasn't so (gosh darn) hungry. Their mouth was hung open, a perfect circle of terror, yet the scream never leaving their lips. Their footfalls slowed down ever so slightly.

Big mistake.

I threw the axe.

I couldn't hear the satisfying 'thud' through the sound of their scream of pain.

Even more delectable.

They fell to their knees, blood running down their back into the snow, staining it a bright, swollen red.

"There's snow-where to hide, kid."

I sauntered over to them, my insane grin splitting my face.

*woosh*

But there was...something...underneath me, and I was suddenly falling.
—

Lust
I always was more comfortable in hoodies. It could be the Sans in me, but if I were to be honest...

I sighed, pulling the hoodie over me. Another day to pretend that I liked my AU.

At least my pick-up lines (and puns) were half-decent.

I shuffled down the stairs, glancing over at Papyrus for a moment before looking away again.

He always managed to come up with a new, skimpier outfit.

"h-hey, paps."

"OH, BROTHER! I WAS THINKING OF HEADING OUT TO THE NEW—"

It was apparent from the cut off that he saw what I was wearing.

He sighed, and I could imagine his expression—his sockets closed, pinching the bridge of his nonexistent nose.

I winced at the thought.

"ARE YOU CONSIDERING BEING A SOCIAL RECLUSE AGAIN, SANS? YOU USED TO ALWAYS BE SO EAGER TO GO OUT!"

I laughed dryly. I remembered the days when I used to like being like my AU—flirting left and right, dressing like a skele looking for...well, you could probably guess.

But then I met the other Sanses. And the...changes started happening.

The more they judged me—I did notice the disgusted grimaces, the shudders at the thought of touching me or even interacting with me—the more I drew into myself.

The more I drew into myself, the more I realized that I preferred being alone.

But the more I drew into myself, the less I liked my AU and the farther I grew from Paps.

"heh. you always manage to look right through me."

He groaned, and the corners of my mouth turned up slightly.

"WELL, DESPITE THAT PUN OF YOURS, I STILL CARE ABOUT YOU, SANS. WHEN DO YOU THINK YOU'LL BE ABLE TO INTERACT AGAIN?"

I shoved my hands in my pockets, fingering the pocketknife tucked inside. "maybe later, paps."

"IF...IF YOU INSIST. GOODBYE, BROTHER."

"bye."

*click*

The door shut, and I breathed a sigh. He was gone.

*woosh*

Then the ground dropped from underneath me, and I was falling.
—

Dust
Hiding amongst the trees, I stalked the kid, my eye barely glowing.

The familiar knife swung in the grip as they skipped along, acting like a child.

Heh. They were nothing like a child.

They had spilled dust so many times, I would bet the life of everyone I cared about that they had lost count.

I...never quite did.

1,742 times, they had done a Genocide run.

I had grown tired after number 26.

I grew insane after number 681.

I decided to act after number 905.

And now...their 1,743rd Genocide run.

They'd never survive another.

I would make sure of it.

*woosh*

And I was gone.
—

Blue
I was bouncing on the balls of my feet, waiting for the human to arrive. They seemed to be very interested in solving my puzzles!

Papyrus had gone to Muffet's to restock on honey. I disapproved of his drinking habits, but when I reprimanded him, he just gave me a wink and shortcutted away.

I wish he wouldn't ignore me as often.

And Alphys, while seeming to be on the edge of making me a part of the Royal Guard, always hesitated in making it official without telling me why. She gave excuses, but not very good ones.

I never said a word to them about it.

I was supposed to be this ball of energy and happiness! Why let them believe any differently?

So as I just fretted and worried and wondered on the inside, I smiled at the next monster to come along.

*woosh*

And I was falling backwards, and Snowdin disappeared before I could make a peep.
—

Fell
"NOW YOU STAY HERE, AND DO NOT. SLACK. OFF, OR I WILL ADD ANOTHER SCAR TO THAT IDIOTIC SKULL OF YOURS!"

"yeah, boss."

Paps—I mean Boss stomped off to do Royal Guard business, I guess.

It's not like I gave a (gun sound, with an i) about what he did, but he was still my brother. I was allowed to worry, even if I could never show it, especially not to his face.

I sighed, faceplanting the sentry post's table.

"Can today just not?" I grumbled into it.

*woosh*

And I fell into the table.

Despite my usually serious nature, I could still be sarcastic and dry. So that is why I groaned this in the fall: "Why is this happening to me?"
—

Classic
I was waiting.

I don't know what for, but I was waiting.

I knew something was going to happen. Quite familiar with Destiny, she had told me that something was up. But she didn't have the decency to tell me what.

"SANS!"

I cracked a grin, looking over at my easily excitable brother, who had the kid on their shoulders. "'sup, paps?"

I had learned a long time ago that blaming the kid for the Genocide runs was useless. It was the little demon behind them—

(Not necessarily, Sans, but please continue.)

—so it's not like the kid could do anything. I just learned to appreciate the Pacifist runs and handle the Genocide ones. As long as I focused on the positives, I could deal with everything that negativity threw at me.

"WE MADE SNOWMEN!"

For the 2,904th time. "really? cool."

"WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME SEE?"

They'll be the same as always. "nah. i'm waiting for something. i gotta watch the clock."

"SAAAAAAAANS!"

While I was laughing, the kid was giggling, and Paps was stomping his foot angrily (though I didn't miss the slight smile on his face), the air shifted.

It's coming, Sans.
Got it, Dest.

"hey, how about you two go out and make snow angels? i bet you haven't done that yet."

Papyrus gasped. "YOU'RE RIGHT! HOW COULD I FORGET TO MAKE A SNOW PAPYRUS?! BE RIGHT BACK, SANS!"

And out the door he and the kid went.

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

Now?
Now.

And I fell.

It wasn't a long fall, but I landed on something moving.

"get offa me!"

"nah, don't think i will."

"i'll murder every one of you, i swear."

"I DON'T GET IT? WHAT'S HAPPENING?"

"urgh...what happened?"

*creeeeeeak*

My skull whipped up—as did multiple others, I realized—to see a human, attempting to creep away, but stopped by the cliché squeaky floorboard.

They froze, then slowly turned to look at us.

She, apparently, had (color) skin, (color) eyes, and (color/no hair).

There was a staring contest between us and her for at least a solid minute.

She blinked, then glared, brandishing a baseball bat that seemed to materialize out of thin air.

"Okay, what in the everloving (heck) is going on here?"

(Hey, sooner than expected!

Hi guys! Lunar here, but you could probably guess that.

So we get our roster.

Ink, Error, Classic, Fell, Swap, Horror, Dust, and Lust.

Sorry all you Geno, Dance, G, Sci, and others fans.

It's not as long as the other, but that was kind of like backstory and leading up to the events. This is just five minutes from eight different perspectives.

So...what were your guys' opinions?

Also, should I do my mystery book uploads in between these chapters, or no?

Love you guys like crazy, and see you soon for the next chapter.

Ciao, Lunarlings.

Lunar, signing off.)