Waking up is no easy task, considering how tired I am.

I yawn and lift up my head. Looking at my surroundings, I notice that everything is virtually the same, meaning it's still early and the other Sanses are asleep. My body is still propped against the painter, so I gently push myself off of him and sit up so I can prepare for the day. I feel myself tilting forwards, it already being too late to stop myself from colliding with the ground.

I shout in surprise as I accidentally fall backwards off the couch, startling the poor painter awake. "What--What happened?" He asks groggily, looking around wide-eyed. His left eye is the shape of a blue question mark and his right is a bright red exclamation point. "Y/N?" He asks, looking down at me with worry (and a bit of confusion). 

"Hi," I laugh nervously with a small wave, my face becoming warmer than a stove on high heat.

"What are you doing down there?" Ink laughs, raising a bone-brow. "Were you trying to fly or something?" 

"No, gravity decided to attack me as I woke up," I grumble. "You think I should press charges?"

"Nah," Ink says, holding out his hand. "You wouldn't get much if you won a case involving air attacking you in your sleep," Grabbing his his hand, I allow him to gently pull me back onto the couch. "Trust me, I know about the human and monster justice systems." 

I laugh, "You're right, I'll let gravity off the hook this time."

Ink smiles brightly, and I smile as well. 

"I'm gonna go take a shower, okay? I'll just wear these jeans until we can get my stuff," I stand up and wave to Ink. "See you in a minute." Ink nods and waves back to me as I head back up the stairs and into the bathroom, closing the door and leaning against it. Exhaling, I look at myself in the mirror and sigh before preparing for my shower. 

~~~

Leaning against the wall as I let the water rush over my body, I start to think about what happened. 

Is it possible that Nightmare only wants me to hurt Sans or something? Or that he just wants a pawn? I don't have any magical abilities and I'm not a superhero or a hidden secret nobody knows about. So why does he need me?

Sighing, I turn off the warm water and climb out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel and grabbing my clothes. Once I've dried my body off, I pull on my clothes and wrap the towel around my wet hair. Once I'm dressed, I walk into the bedroom and look into the mirror, examining my tired features with a grimace. Sighing, I take the towel from my head and walk back downstairs, immediately spotting Dream sitting on the couch next to Ink, smiling and talking. With a grin, I say, "Hi, Dream. How'd you sleep?" 

"I slept well, Y/N, thanks. How about you?" 

"Same here. Where's Sans?" I ask, looking around the room but seeing no sign of the blue-clad skeleton. 

"He's asleep, we let him sleep in when he stays up late," Ink shrugs. "Do you still want to go and get your things from Underswap?" He asks with a tilt of his head.

"As long as one of you comes with, I trust nothing there right now." I cross my arms and shudder. Ink nods and says to Dream,

"I'll go, you stay here and warn us if you sense anything," Dream nods to this, and Ink grabs my hand. "Ready?"

"Yep," I smile, and suddenly, we're back in our house. I feel a bit dizzy, but nonetheless, I smile and tell Ink to wait while I grab my things. Walking upstairs, I can't help but grab my paintbrush from my back pocket and hold it in my fist as I go inside of my room. Everything is the same, aside from my messy blankets. Biting the paintbrush gently, I use both hands to tug my suitcase from the closet. Opening it, I begin shoving random outfits inside, leaving room for my acrylic paints and canvasses. once everything is set in the suitcase, I grab my phone, it's charger, and a pack of gum. 

Turning, I spot my sketchbook on the ground beside my nightstand. With a reluctant sigh, I pick it up and place it in my suitcase along with my hairbrush and toothbrush. Zipping the bag up, I pull out the handle and slip on my shoes as I walk back downstairs.

"I'm ready," I smile, and Ink nods. 

"Do you have everything you need?" He asks. 

"I'm pretty sure." I shrug, and Ink smiles. 

"You're just as forgetful as I am," He laughs, taking my hand once more. 

As Ink teleports away, I swear I saw a figure with a cracked, bleeding hole in his head and one deep, crazy red eye staring into mine. 

But within a moment, we're back in the house, and I doubt whether or not it was real.  

"We're back!" Ink shouts, since Dream is no longer in the living room. Sans pokes his head from inside his bedroom and smiles.

"GOOD MORNING, Y/N!" He grins, bright blue eyes sparkling excitedly. "I'LL BE MAKING BREAKFAST IN A QUICK MOMENT!"

"Hey, Sans," I wave, trying my best not to worry about what I saw. "Thanks."

Ink looks at me with a bit of concern, but seems to brush it off as I smile and take my suitcase into the guest bedroom. 

What in the hell was that?