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Your phone died a while ago.

You were in the middle of texting Sans, so you are sure he is worried about you.

Now you're alone.

All alone.

And it's been that way for a while now.

Just you and the unnerving whiteness.

"H-Hello?"

But of course,

N O B O D Y   C A M E .

You curl up on the floor, which you can't even feel. You place your head under your arms, which you can't even feel.

Thats another thing you hate about this place.

You can't feel Anything.

Your soul still burns from being held up for so long, but at least your on the floor now. Your soul is all you can feel.

The floor you can't feel.

Your arms you can't feel.

Your feet you can't feel.

The overwhelming sadness and loneliness?

You can feel that.

You desperately claw at the power button on your phone. It doesn't turn on, just like it hasn't for the past hour since it died.

You pull on your hair for what feels like the twelth time, in the 4 hours that your phone has been dead.

Wait.

Didn't you just think that it's only been an hour?

No, No. It's definitely been 4 hours now.

You cry, because sadness and loneliness are the only things you can feel.

You bite your thumb nail, for what seems like the tenth time since your phone died yesterday.

Wait yesterday?

Yes. Yesterday. That sounds right.

Time has lost all meaning anyway.

Your just here.

"H-Hel-lo?"

"Hello."

What!?! Someone is here with you?!?!"

"HELLO!!!"

"Hello (y/n)."

"W-who are y-you?"

"Whoever you want me to be."

Are you finally going crazy? Is this the voice in your head? Are you finally going to lose it? Seems like it.

What should you call this new entity? They need a name.

Maybe Susan?

No... No thats not right.

Remy.

( I credit The_Mangle_1 for the name. Thank you!)

Yes! That's the perfect name!

"How about I call you Remy?"
You say aloud.

"Yes, I believe that suits me."

You chuckle. Finally! Someone to talk to! You don't even care if they are in your head.

"So Remy. What are you? I mean like, your in my head, right?"

"Yes. I am in your head, but at the same time, no. I am as real as the whiteness around you."

Great. That makes perfect sense. It shouldn't, but to your deprived mind, it makes perfect sense.

"That makes sense."

The whiteness around you isn't real, yet you are here and standing. So Remy is not real, yet they are here and speaking.

"Do you have a physical form? I haven't been hugged in a while."
You say.

It's been what? Three days since your phone died? Yes. Three days. You feel like it's been three days. Maybe it's only been ten minutes? It doesn't matter.

"I can become what you want me to become."

The vague answers are starting to annoy you.

But this new entity is all you can talk to. You're gonna have to deal with it.

You imagine what Remy would look like.

Girl, boy? You think boy.

You imagine Remy.
He would have striking green eyes, and a playful smirk. He would have soft brown hair, about ear length. He would have a tiny little nose too.

He would be wearing a handsome, tight-fit sweatshirt. It would be green, to match his eyes. His skin would be pale, but it would only bring out his features. He would wear tight-fit blue jeans, but not so tight that they are skinny jeans.

He would be...

He would be...

He would be handsome.

(The Character design is mine, but the name is not. Kinda like this, but feel free to tweak it if you want)

(Sorry if it comes out blurry)

You immagine him as much as you can, down to the milky sweet voice he would have, and to the smooth way he walks.

"REMY!!!"

Remy appears before you, exactly how you immagined him. Everything you pictured, down to the rinkles in his jeans.

"Hello (y/n)! Thanks for the body! I like it!"
Remy says.

Remy examines his body, twisting joints and walking as a test run. He smiles.

"Your welcome! I'm just infinitely glad to have someone to talk to!"

"Haha! Me too!"

You like him already.

[¤=++{}++=¤] (time skip)

     Your head hurts.

Your head hurts so much, that you just want something to bang it on.

Not that you would feel it.

"(Y/n)? Are you ok?"
Remy asks. He looks worried.

"No, I'm not ok..."
You reply.

And it's true. Who would be ok?

You are trapped in this god forsaken void, or 'multiverse' as Error called it.

You literally can't feel anything physical.

You have begun to make up people to talk to. I mean, look at Remy! He is all in your head, just so that you won't get lonely.

"Well... I'm here for you! We will make it out of here, we just need a plan!"
Remy starts to pace, thinking.

His imaginary feet hit the imaginary floor, as his milky voice mutters, echoing through the emptiness around you.

This in turn, means you are thinking. You are thinking hard.

Various plans run through your head, only to be shot down by one circumstance or another.

Lets face it.

You can't leave.

At least not on your own.

The only thing left to do is wait.

Wait for someone to try to come get you.

Wait to either go crazy, or for Error to get bored.

Wait in this whiteness once again.

Just you and Remy.

At least you have Remy now.

How long is Error gonna keep you here?

Just you and your thoughts...

"Hey Remy?"

"Yes (y/n)?"

"I need help."

"Whatever with?"

"I can't remember what home looked like."

"That doesn't sound to good."

You sigh. No, no that is not good.

How many seats were always at the table?

What color were Mettaton's boots?

What color was the fur in Sans's hood?

What was Papy's favorite food to make?

What color were Undyne's spears?

Who was Alphys's girlfriend?

All the things you can't remember are haunting you.

You have officially gone crazy.

You laugh.

And laugh.

And laugh.

Your laughs grow louder and louder until they sound more like maniacle cackles.

How funny is that! You can't remember! That's hilarious!

"(Y/n)? Please no! I'm supposed to keep you sane!"
Remy shakes you desperately.

N O T   T H A T   Y O U   C A N
F E E L   I T .

When I typed in "I'm supposed to keep you sane!"
It auto corrected to this:
"I'm supposed to keep you Sans!"
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