I walked up to Grillby. "I'm checking in as a patient. I'm.. seeing things that I don't know if they're real.. I've.. been seeing them for a long time. After a moment to contemplate my words, he sighed. "Your name?"
"Dust."
"Age."
"26."
"Birthday."
"February 10th." He dialed a number and made a call. "Toriel, a new patient just came in, if you could come retrieve him." He put a wrist band around me. "I truly hope we can help you with your problems, Dust. Getting help is always the first step to getting better." I smiled. Heh. I kinda miss my worlds Grillby.

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I was given my own room to 'get better' in. It was actually next to Asy's room. Great. Now that guy, he was truly crazy. Then yet I was too, at least Asy didn't MURDER monsters. At least not on purpose. I heard that he can see his Papyrus too. It's amazing what the imagination can do. "Dust, I'd like you to take these dear." Toriel handed me a small cup of medicine. "They should help with your hallucinations." I mumbled a quiet thanks before taking them, not that'd I'd seen Phantom or Blue since I broke down. I don't know if they really were figments of my imagination or if they were real and I pissed them off. I suppose that's part of the reason why I'm here. I sighed, feeling tears blur my vision. I really fucking missed him. I drew my knees to my chest and kinda just wallowed in my own pain and grief.

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It's been a few days now. No Phantom. No Blue. The longer this goes on, the more I'm convinced that they never existed after death. Under Toriel's watchful eye, I could go on walks through Waterfall. I reminded me of good times I had with both of them. Blue and I could sit in Underswap's Waterfall for hours, gushing about the stars. Years of Phantom scolding me for sleeping on the job or just talking while we headed to Al's lab. So this is what it's really like to grieve, huh? To go through the 5 stages that'd I'd skipped for years.. or maybe I was just in denial for that long. I think I skipped bargaining all together, went through depression, and now.. I guess this was acceptance? I was accepting that they were gone? Dead? Never here in the first place? I tucked my hands in my pockets. I thought I ditched my knife? I glanced over at Toriel, she was on the phone, not really paying attention. I was quick to chuck the knife into the blue waters, watching it sink out of my sight. This would officially be the end of my murdering career.

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2 weeks and I'm feeling depressed. Just because I accepted it, didn't mean that I wasn't sad about it. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my brother. I miss my world. That resetting bitch can fuck off. My arms were folded over my knees as my chin rested on them. I stared out at the water, there may or may not be more crying involved, but honestly I don't give a shit anymore. Crying is manly (Lol). HEYA DUST SORRY IT TOOK SO... long.. Dusty, are you ok? What the shit?! I whipped around to stare at Blue in shock. "Blueberry..? Is it really you, or am I going nuts again?" I'm real, and you don't believe me, just ask him. He pointed behind himself and at... "Carrot..?" The tall lanky skeleton nodded. "Don't ask how, I'm still trying to figure it out m'self." Carrot replied. "But.. you can see him?" Carrot nodded. "Scared the shit outta me the first time." Oh no doubt. "So.. I'm just wasting my time here? I- I'm not crazy?" I asked, bewildered. Your not crazy. Blue promised. I sobbed in relief as Blue hugged and kissed me, shocking Carrot in the process.

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