The darkness of my eyes in the reflection for that quick moment are burrowed into my mind like ticks, the image of my E/C eyes painted to be two soulless voids of nothingness. I stare at my reflection tiredly, looking at my own eyes for the tenth time, watching, waiting for something to happen to them. Are they going to turn black, or roll into my head like a horror movie? I ponder in slight paranoia. Am I going to cry blood or become a demon?  The thoughts dig at my subconscious. The mere thought of being a soulless demon-creature (possibly alongside Nightmare) sends a shudder up my spine like a crackle of static electricity, itching away at me and driving me insane. 

I slam my palms on the counter and sigh angrily, looking up at my own face with slumped shoulders and pursed lips. My eyes are the same, so are my skin and hair.

I'm normal. 

I turn and flick the light-switch with my index finger, instantly cutting off all light in the bathroom. It goes dark in the small room, and I can almost feel the darkness, the very shadows inside, laugh; giggling away as if they shared a personal joke about their silly prank. It's almost as if they chuckle and snicker and sneer, the voids they call eyes focused on me as I remain "oblivious" to them.  

But I know.

I know that they'll disappear when I turn to face them. 

So I keep on pretending.

I keep on playing their game of Peek-A-Boo. 

~~~

My feet gently thump the stairs as I shuffle to the first floor, my messy hair bouncing in sync with the rhythm of my steps. A mechanical pencil and my sketchbook are hugged close to my chest with one arm, while the other aimlessly traces the wall, feeling the wallpaper as if my body needs a brace to stand on it's own.

I reach the bottom in a matter of seconds, immediately heading for the couch (where Dream is sitting). I throw myself down to the cushions and open the book to a blank page, preparing to draw whatever my hand wants me to. I listen to the television as background noise and glance up occasionally, taking note of AU names displayed at the top of the screen.

  Underfell... And... Undertale is the original, I think. Storyshift is a cool name...

Soon enough, I find myself dusting eraser bits away from my paper with my hand. I gaze down at the picture with slight confusion and a bit of surprise. 

(FOLLOWING PICTURE MAY BE DISTURBING)

(I didn't draw that, it belongs to the artist and I take no credit for it)

A young girl stares out of the paper, her only vivid feature being her big black eyes and long lashes. Her head is tilted at a slight angle, as if questioning something, her long hair dangling over her shoulders. An eerie emotionless look contaminates her beautiful face. Shuddering at the drawing, I close my book and set it on the floor in front of the couch. With a disturbed sigh, I lean back into the couch and stare at the television, not really watching the program on the screen, but instead becoming lost in my own thoughts.

Ink walks out of the kitchen. "Hey guys," He smiles, "I was thinking we could go and hang out in another universe, maybe the spot in Dancetale? We've been cooped up in here for a while. I myself could use some fresh air, I know Y/N could too." The painter moves over to us and looks at me. 

"How about it, Y/N? Dream?" 

"I'd actually like that!" The gold-wearing skeleton grins. 

"Same. I haven't seen Dancetale yet," I push myself to my knees. The painter nods with a smile. and walks back into the kitchen, presumably to tell Sans. I turn to Dream. "Let's eat, and I'll get ready." I say.

~~~

After breakfast, I head up into the bedroom and slip on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, brushing my hair and putting on my shoes. Humming quietly, I walk back down the stairs and meet Ink, Dream, and Sans in the living room. "Ready?" Dream asks with a smile.

"Yeah. Now show me Dancetale." I smile, crossing my arms. Ink nods and pulls his brush from the sash on his back, painting a portal and jumping through. Dream follows through.

"You first, Human!" Sans chirps happily.

I sit on the ground and dangle my legs into the portal before pushing myself all the way through and into the foreign universe.

The first thing I notice about Dancetale is the natural beat thumping through my heart, a natural sort of music whispering through the air. The energy in the air, the grass, the leaves in the trees just makes me want to move, to do so many things I never thought were possible before. It's a beautiful feeling, this purity in my heart, this amazing exhilaration. It soothes me. A broad, bright smile breaks across my face. I clasp my hands over my heart and watch a butterfly pass by.

 "Welcome to Dancetale, Y/N." Ink smiles.

"It's wonderful..." I gasp, my whole body filled with delight. 

"You feel that...?" Ink asks, looking at me. "That happiness? That's inspiration, and every time you visit a new AU, you'll feel it. Only some get to feel pure inspiration, raging inside them every time they see the altered paths and new experiences to be had, every time they witness what that world could become. The creators love this feeling, and it leads them to build new AUs of their own, thus adding to the never-ending cycle. An immortal man wouldn't be able to explore every universe, for new ones are created every second we speak to each other." He sighs, a look of wonder in his eyes. "I could never pick a favorite. There are just too many, and all of them are so amazing."

I close my eyes, taking in the world. The wind whispers by, gently running it's fingers through my hair and swirling to the North with a sigh. The grass brushes my ankles; It tickles my skin. I can feel the world whispering, her beautiful spirit dancing to the ethereal beat that plays throughout this world's galaxy, that has since the beginning of time. A never-ending melody, a never-ending song. 

And sometimes, times like this, the music swells and rises into a breathtaking crescendo of happiness, bringing everything together in peace and harmony.

Like things once were.

Like all should be. 

I wish she were here to see it now...