Dream shivers as he slowly rises from his bed. He looks to his left to see ink was already up and gone. He wondered if he would really just leave with out him. He gets up and gets dressed and ready. He walks out into the kitchen to see... no one...

Ink left without him? What could be wrong...? Moving slightly faster that before he rushes to the doodlesphere.

Ink is there looking very concerned. He turns to dream, "dreamy... I'm sorry I left so quick. I didn't want to disturb your sleep. It's just... I found something that concerns me..."

"What is it ink? You should have woke me!"

Ink sighs and nods, "your probably right... at first I thought it was a new AU... but no... it's like a pocket...kind of like error's space in the void... it's just empty... there are lines... but nothing concrete..." he sighs, "the creators crate things all the the time... but... usually they are not left as empty sketches... and usually there is life in an AU... it's absolutely nothing..."

Dream looks at the open portal, "does it have to do with the clockwork?" Ink looks at him, "T̸̢̻͙͚̤̞̳͍̘̮̯̒̈́́̓̔͂ỉ̷̛̻̝͙̬͖͖̤͓̭̟̜̱͇̈́̋̐̒́͝͝c̵̡̲̳̬͖͎̟͈̤̹͎̓̐̈́̉͋͗͑̋̈̎̾̿͒͘̚ĉ̶̡̨̢̲̻̙̘̞̮̝̺̗͙̜̱̳̈́̒ì̴̝̙̗̉͗̋̈̂̅̿͗̇͘͠͝?"

Dream nods, "I do not think the name is speakable anymore..." ink sighs, "I think this is her work. She looks like she was planning to put her place in our world. A new AU... but... seems like she was struggling... greatly" Dream sighs, "is she really gone? Did she really die?" Ink shakes his head, "I don't think so... but I also think desolate is not gone either."

Dream cringes, "him... how can he not be dead? His was killed... violently." Ink sighs, "this is a code thing... usually error looks that close. Think everyone's code is here... mine, yours... the dead... and him... and I think he doesn't like being dead..."

"We need to find this code before things happen then..."

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Nightmare looks around. He can see? Is he dreaming? His old room... it had to be a dream. Strange... usually it's a vision of the past. The walls are closing in on him, somethings not right.

The walls peel as mold and dust fall from them. It begins to drip streaks of red spelling out something clearly

I' m  s t i l l  h e r e.

This chapter I'm unsure of. This is dipping into my AU's territory.. and I'm very sure no one is interested in that, but it's too late. Don't worry this story is coming to it's end. Desolate is the Person who Imitated ink and murdered our lovable cast of idiots. He is pure evil.

I won't give anymore info than that.

Anyways I'm hoping you'll stick around for this strange ending and one day I will rewrite this story to not suck so much lmao. I wasn't planning on this story being long nor big. It was just something I started out of the blue. My only prompt, "have a blind character" and at the time the fandom I was most obsessed with "Undertale"

This was a long note here. Sheesh... I'll stop rambling. Bye.