ClockTale: Rewrite

Rewrite: 1

"So, you're Sans?" He shoots back, getting a huff in response.

"Yeah. Just call me Dust to avoid complications."

Nodding, Sans looks to the human who had let go of his hand "Go. I'll deal with this."

"Hm, straight to the point, I see." Dust says once Frisk has left, getting a noncommittal hum.

"What do you want? Why are you here?"

"We need you."

"We?"

"Yes. We. Listen, this whole thing is very complicated. Why I was chosen to get you in the first place is still a mystery. Here's a quick crash course. There are others like us. Skeletons with our names, worlds like our own, blah blah blah, Ink'll explain it all. Just come with."

"I- what? Okay." Confused, but not really caring of the consequences, Sans follows Dust to the end of the alleyway, to where there is an inky black hole on the wooden fence that wasn't there before.

"Don't ask and just go through."

With a shrug, Sans pokes the hole with a foot before deciding to just go with it and walks through it, not expecting what is on the other side.

***

"Hello there!"

The immediate cheer has Sans reeling back and into Dust who comes up behind him and steps out of the way, making the other stumble

"Oh- I'm sorry for startling you! My name is Blueberry, but you can just call me Blue!"

Sans can feel the excitement radiating off the other, reminding him of how Papyrus used to be back.. back then.

"Anyways, what's your name?"

"I- uh.." Looking around, Sans feels eyes on him from all sides, everything too much for him to take in at once, so he focuses on Blueberry, who has literal stars in his eyes "Sans?"

"No, silly!" Blue says "Your other name! We are all Sans, so we have nicknames for ourselves as well!"

"Blue, dear, why don't you calm down a little?" A soft voice flows through and a skeleton dressed in yellow with a crown of sorts on the crown of his skull steps forward, a hand placing on the fellow starry-eyed skeleton. Smiling to Sans with a calmer demeanor, they introduce themselves "I'm sorry, you can call me Dream. Everything will be explained to you in due time, but for now, we need a nickname for you. As Blue said, we are all Sans in technicality, - which we will go into more depth about in a minute - but we all have nicknames to go by, as it can get confusing at times.

"You've met Dust already, myself, and Blue. Will an introduction help?"

Nodding in confusion, Sans looks around again, eyes landing on a brown clad skeleton with.. a giant paintbrush? on their back and black ink splatters on their face "Hiya, the name's Ink." They grin, left pupil turning to a yellow star from a teal question mark, the right staying a dull sort of gray.

"You can call me Cross!" Calls a skeleton dressed in white.

Soon, Sans has a list of names; Horror, Killer, Nightmare, Error..

"So!" Blue pipes back up, "What do we call you?"

"..Timer?"

***

"So basically we're all different versions of this one Skeleton named Sans, and you guys protect the Multiverse." Timer point to Ink, Dream and Blue. ".. And you guys destroy it." He gestures to the rest wildly. "And for some odd reason you had the urge to bring me to your meeting about saving the Multiverse?!" He puts his hands to his skull, as if to alleviate a headache