((Legitimately forgot about Skeleghost due to being under some stress lately, but at least I have an update!))

"So they're apparently all connected in this story they got going on." Sans explained, legs crossed on the floor.
"The Osaka guy, he's from the future where time travel is just normal and he's like a history student. So in a spark of truly remarkable brilliance, apparently he uses said time travel- I assume without training and the like, I wasn't told the details- and goes to what I think is supposed to be what's called the Industrial Revolution in human history, literally kidnaps a resident of the time period, and even more brilliantly, tries to take him back. That can cause so many paradoxes, by the way, not even mentioning someone going back."

With a cough, he continued. "Plot ensues, their nifty plot device- I mean time machine- breaks and they're stuck in the now, where magic is kept secret from the world at large, which is ironically not all that far from the truth. And apparently there's a native American vampire- that being a culture and ethnicity of humans and pretty neat representation in my opinion- and she's just helping them out of the goodness of her Soul apparently. Together they apparently fixing a device literally none of them fully understand, which honestly, something that warps time itself should be understood before tinkered with, but hey, it's fiction so I can't complain."

"You should tell Alphys this." Asriel decided.
"She will lose her mind."
"She might insist on meeting them, I don't know if I wanna do that." Sans pointed out.
"Really?" He gave the skeleton a look, and the other shrugged with an easy grin.
"I think I will tell them." Papyrus then said.

Sans turned. "Really?"
"Yes, I think it would be good. Friendly humans, love of anime, it's a good start!"
After a moment, he leaned back with a groan.
"I hate that you're right."

Gaster then spoke up, his voice still breaking and shifting unnaturally.
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Sans sighed, falling back on Papyrus's lap. "Please tell me you didn't look through time to get that answer."
"We all looked before in the Void, Sans. It picks up. It becomes popular. It becomes a deciding factor in the general attitude towards both monsters and the elder races among humankind. There are many gaps in their 'lore' that we can fill in, and they are already willing to work with us to make their dream a better reality." Charqui explained.

A minute passed before he let out a long-suffering sigh.
"Are we taking a detour for Florida, then?"
After a pause, the Void monsters glanced at the once Royal Scientist, who was momentarily still.
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Sitting up, intrigued just like everyone else, he asked. "Where?"

There was a long pause before he intoned.
"W€s+ √irgîníã, £rämetøwn, ßra×tōn ¢oüñty."
"That sounds ridiculously specific." Bodoni deadpanned.
"Thërè appēárs tø ße $omé b€ñefïts, ¥es." Gaster noted with faint amusement.
"That is mildly terrifying." Bodoni concluded with wide sockets.
"Definitely." Cabana agreed.

Gaster shrugged, and Andalé yelped in alarm before everyone slid a little across the floor as the balsaérea turned.
"£ortüna+ely, W€st Vírgîñïå i$ √er¥ ¢losé tø Ñēw Jërsé¥."
"Warn me next time!" Andalé barked, gripping the bone bars of the fireplace in alarm.
"M¥ å₱oløgies." Gaster inclined his misshapen skull.
Andalé just grumbled, unlatching his phalanges and crossing his arms.

"If we're going to track down the three without their knowledge, shouldn't we warn them?" Sans suggested idly.
"How?" Bodoni pointed out.
He held up his phone, slowly charging on the device sitting off to the side. "I have their numbers."

"Wait really?" Candara straightened.
"Yup." He replied easily.
"Call them, then." Cabana gestured.
"I'm more of a textin' guy myself." Sans turned it on, swiping a few times before typing away.
"And they have lives, y'know. Probably jobs." He pointed out.

After a minute of silence, he blinked at a notification. "That was fast." He muttered.
"What is it? What's it say?" Constantia bounced in place, Sans gesturing for him to wait as he read.
"Apparently that timing was really convenient where they're at. Nigel and Essence are off work for the rest of the week, but Thomas was covering for someone where he works today but otherwise is the same and the other two were talking about what happened. Go figure."

He flinched then as his phone rang, quickly answering it. A nervous voice immediately sounded from the other side.
"Before you go into details, you're not wanting to kidnap us to bring to some other giant eel, right?"
"Oh shut up, it was one eel." Another snorted.

"Nah, I'm not with Letty right now." Sans chuckled, aware of the confused looks he was getting.
"Okay, okay, I just needed to check. What exactly were you suggesting?" She asked, much of the fear gone.
"Well, it wasn't exactly my suggestion, per se. I was talking about your little uh.."
"Roleplay?" The other voice suggested.
"Yeah, that. I met up with some of my folks-"
"Your brother, right? There was a stand at the con."

Sans paused, then sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Do not get me started on that thing. They were throwing out so damn much misinformation left and right- not to mention the offensive way they went about it- a rock wall? They really thought we were trapped by rocks. They actually thought it was rocks!"
"They what." Bodoni deadpanned, catching on.

"Well I mean, technically, we were split in two sides because of a cave-in." Cabana pointed out. "I mean, are they confused about that or something?"
"Who are you with?" One of the voices on the phone asked.
"Wait, it's not the missing monsters that were looking for you, is it? That'd be sooo neat."

"Uh.. how do you know that?" Candara questioned anxiously.
"Oh my God!!" She exclaimed.
Sans squinted. "Please tell me they weren't still handing out pamphlets when you reached them."
"Uh, no, just some ripped out papers of missing monsters. It was kind of weird when they wouldn't explain, but then we saw your face and we just kinda guessed. It's wild, though."
"Your brother's there, right? He's okay? Oh, how's the saving your dad thing? How's that been going, if you don't mind me asking?" Essence fired off multiple questions, one after another.

"Already rescued, actually. We were heading back home since everyone was together anyway."
"Wait seriously?" Nigel questioned.
"It's because of him we had a little 'proposition'."
"There is no need to talk about it so flippantly." Lewi muttered.
"Yeah, yeah, you've seen the future and all that, yada yada."
"Sans." The small one shot a look, and he snorted. "C'mon, it's kinda ridiculous if you think about it."

"No, it's just terrifying." Bodoni corrected. "They literally know the future."
"One thing at a time." Sans raised his voice for a moment before settling back again, addressing the phone.
"Anyway, I know it sounds weird, but they wanted to help you produce your little manga and stuff."
"Wait, why?" Nigel questioned.

"Humanity is easily steered by medias." Charqui explained. "We are aware of your project and many of it's details. Most fortunately for us, much of it's fictions align with truths without your knowledge, and furthermore, many of the gaps can easily be filled with fact. We wish to utilize this to spread a positive image of both monsters and the Old Ones to your race."

There was a drawn out pause on the other end, then a quick, hurried conversation before Nigel spoke again.
"Look, our little project isn't exactly popular. We've got, like, about 200 followers and that's it. People aren't exactly going to see it. We'd love to get involved, but our schedules are messed up."

"And when have we ever had regular schedules ourselves?" Lewi snorted in amusement before turning more serious.
"We could pay you."
"Wait seriously?" Nigel asked.
"Wait, we don't want to just become walking advertisements!" Essence cut in.
"Shit, do you have any idea-"
"Do you have any idea what they're offering?"

"We have no intentions of drastically altering your story. That would ruin it's appeal. The issue with the work as it is simply is that it lacks funds and props."
"How do you even know this?" Nigel asked in bewilderment.

"They've seen through time." Sans explained shortly.
"They've what?" Essence raised her voice.
"In the Void, time flows in all directions and space is meaningless. We saw forward, we saw backward. We decided to focus on how to improve circumstances after our escape when we discovered we could escape. You were among those possibilities. Will you allow us to capitalize upon this?" Charqui queried.

"...So that means you actually know the future."
"As well as much of what has been previously lost to the past, yes."
"What, did you see all the way back to the age of the dinosaurs?" Nigel snarked in disbelief.
"Yes, actually." Lewi replied, Sans perking up in curiosity.
"Wait, you did?"

"Of course, we could look throughout all of time, how could we not? Looking back has taught us much more than imaginable: taught things that likely should best be kept secret."
"Over dinosaurs?" Sans questioned.
"Shockingly enough, yes. But that is not important right now."

"In all honesty, I do believe this conversation is best reserved for in person, not over the phone." Sans pointed out.
"Is there really a choice, though? I mean, the con is over. We've gone home, which is pretty far from Florida." Nigel replied.
"Oh no, you don't realize, my dad is apparently a living GPS and time tracker. That was supposed to be the original point of the call, which was to tell you we wanted to meet up and discuss things." Sans chuckled drily.

"Wait, how? You mean you know where we live?" Essence questioned in alarm.
"Nah, he didn't try spittin' out addresses, just a town and.. county?"
"ẞrâ×tøn ¢øuñ+y." He finally spoke.
"What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?" Nigel demanded.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy. Easy. Chill out for a moment, snapping back to reality hasn't been easy for him."
"At least the human gets how terrifying it is." Bodoni remarked.
"It's not cool when it's your own place! How did you even guess that?!"

"Buddy, chill. It doesn't help anybody getting all worked up. He'll explain, just give him a minute. It's harder for him to talk than you think, if his voice alone wasn't damning enough." Sans half snarked, setting the phone on the floor in the middle of the group.

Gaster coughed weakly, the sound grating before his hoarse, gurgling, accented voice rose up.
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Silence reigned for an uncomfortable pause before Essence spoke.
"Um. Are you okay? I mean, the weird time stuff is freaky and I honestly don't know what to say about that but you sound messed up."
"No offense to you, but," Candara addressed the once scientist before continuing. "He's literally a pile of living slime. Like a screwed up Moldsmol."

Gaster coughed as Sans recoiled, fighting back a laugh even as they all heard the low, staccato hoots from the dragon idly flying outside.
"I don't even know what a mold small is." Essence giggled nervously.
"Ahhh…" Sans rubbed his sockets, snickering quietly. "What's something you'll know.. Jell-O. They're basically Jell-O monsters." He huffed, shaking his skull.

"What is Jell-O?" Candara questioned, and Nigel immediately scoffed. "You don't know what Jell-O is?"
"Nope. I technically didn't know until just now either." Sans admitted, much to the surprise and confusion of everyone else.
"What does that even mean?" Cabana demanded.

Sans sighed, now despondent as he tapped his skull. "Frisk." He explained with one word, a name. After a few blinks, they heard the girl on the phone gasp loudly.
"Oh my God he's actually a human? Dead and everything?"

"Wait, you actually talked? Human Souls can talk?" Spade leaned forward. "Could we talk? Or is that weird? I've never met a human, your brother and Candara even met humans- wait, does it even count if they're just a Soul?" He rambled, fascinated.
"Buddy, relax, it's fine. It was just a little thing we discovered the other day." He waved it off. "Sure you can talk to Frisk, just hold on a minute."

"I don't know, I think I'd feel better knowing a human being was there. It would make it easier, right?" Nigel suggested. Sans stared at the phone for a long moment, then sighed, lifting a hand.
"Sure, whatever."

There were a few startled cries as a dragonic skull appeared near the wall, blinking with red eyelights.
"A skullsummon?" Constantia glanced at it uncertainly before a voice emerged.
"I mean I like having a face even if it's not mine. And I can talk! I can freaking talk! I don't even know why that's changed but it's the greatest change I could have literally ever asked for- mmmmmmmmmmm but y'all's rp I am seriously inves-" He cut off as fuzzy arms wrapped around his snout, blinking.

"Uh. Is he okay?" Candara stage whispered before Asriel giggled. "Sorry, we just really missed Frisk."
"You actually knew them? Him? Which are you?" Constantia asked directly.
"He/they." Frisk answered easily.
"And yeah, we know each other."

"Anyway." Sans derailed the topic. "Why exactly do you want Frisk here? I was thinking we were at the end of the conversation anyway."
"I didn't know. I'm sorry. I uh, was curious about how a human that actually knew monsters would see things? It was stupid. I don't even know if you're actually human, I mean, what kind of name is Frisk?"

There was a tense silence as Frisk slowly pulled away, red eyelights flicking every which way.
"You seriously never heard of name changing? That's kinda dumb."
"What's your real name, then?"
"Dead name. And I hate it, it's stupid and whoever actually named me that didn't actually give a shit about me, so I go. By Frisk."
In the awkward pause, Essence shifted the topic.
"Okay, let's just let that go. Okay? Yeah. How about.. why Frisk, anyway? Is that okay?"

Blinking, the Blaster shifted in place, caught off guard.
"No one's ever actually asked me that before… um. It's actually kinda funny, um. It started as a nickname because I was kinda selectively mute? And I had a really dumb habit of just kind of flirting with everybody? In a platonic way! It got taken the wrong way a lot though. Not monsters, though! You just kind of get it?" He glanced nervously at the gathering, making a low chuffing sound.

"Some people are just like that." Candara shrugged dully. "Is it not normal for humans?"
"Ooohhh nnooooo it's really not. It's the whole thing why my name- which used to be nickname- started and everything. Pretty sure it was partly discrimination because I used sign language but that's not important." He laughed awkwardly.
"Jokes on them, I liked that name."

Squinting, he then regarded Asriel. "Since we're talking about names and I shared my story, why did Chara go with, well, Chara?"
The goat child flinched, red eyes flashing.
"I never realized that wasn't a normal name…" He muttered.

"Who's Chara? I thought there was just one human." Nigel noted.
"As did I." Andalé blinked in surprise.
"Oh, Chara's the first human that fell in the Underground. They actually kinda possessed me after a while and apparently that made me go braindead.." Frisk explained sullenly.
"I don't actually remember what happened. I just woke up in Sans and found out I was physically dead."

A sniff then had everyone jolting as they realized the prince was crying.
"Whoa kid, what's wrong?" Sans was the first to ask, leaning forward.
"I-I-I.. um. I just n-need a minute." He leapt up and dashed away, ducking into the back room.
Sans scrambled to his feet even as Papyrus followed frantically.

They caught a glimpse of his more functional eyelight- the left- flaring in yellow before he muttered.
"He's gone flower." And vanished in a flash of blue. Papyrus yelped and leapt clear over Spade and into the next room. Said skeleton ducked in alarm, blinking rapidly.

"Did he have to jump over me?" He whispered, turning and staring at the broad scarf hung in the doorway, separating the two rooms.
Andalé tutted. "A troubled Soul, that one. Or I should say Souls, if they are two."

"I mean.. technically it's one Soul? Both were dead. Asriel's just back because his dust was on a flower that got injected with Determination and then got Chara's Soul shoved into it. Bada bing, bada boom, both are back in one body and that's the SparkNotes version of what happened."
"... What's the long version?" Nigel asked suspiciously.

"I am abso-fucking-lutely not going into the long version. You do not want to know. It's all kinds of awful. Only cool thing is Asriel was actually the one to break the Barrier, not me. I just kind of got him to do it."
"But wasn't that something that needed 7 human Souls to break?" Cabana questioned.
"Yeah, they helped. Wish I could have known them, but they kind of just faded afterwards? They probably just didn't want to talk to my mute ass."

"Are you okay?" Spade tilted his skull in concern. Frisk locked his red gaze on the skeleton.
"I'm dead, and apparently part of a dead dragon too. You know what? I don't know!" He barked out a laugh. "It's really cool and all but after what the literal rainbow dragon said, I just don't know anymore!" A few milky white tears welled up in the skull's sockets, and he blinked in surprise, drifting backwards until hitting the wall.

"Crap, uh. I should just shut up now, they're having a crisis already anyway- I don't need another one-" He spun around so fast his snout rammed into a wall, wincing before he slipped away. There was the sound of scraping as the skull managed to squeeze out of the front entrance.

"That happened." Spade noted, unsure of what to say. Everyone yelped as the black mass of the once Royal Scientist surged forward.
"Where are you going?!" Bodoni yelped.
"Sir, you are still unstable!" Lewi stumbled over his tiny legs as Gaster slid halfway through the door.
"[)o ñøt ās$umë m¥ ¢a₱åßilítîes." He asserted.

"You're literally goop! What if you splat on the ground- we're really high u-"
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Candara muted at the horrifically mangled sounds, backing away even as the broken being escaped.

"What was that? How did he make those sounds?" Constantia whimpered, hugging his legs.
"It is what the Void did to us. It appears the Doctor cannot be rid of it." Ollie murmured.
"Part of him is still there." Ania whispered.
"Is he okay..?" Essence's voice spoke up from the phone.

"It is simply the way it is now." Charqui muttered, glancing out the door.
"Damnit, I'm worried." Bodoni slammed a fist to the floor, then stood and peered out the window anxiously. "I don't see them.." He pulled himself back in, glancing at the back where they could vaguely hear Sans murmuring, unintelligible.
"Why is all of this happening??"

Andalé hummed, reminding them of his presence. "With great change in life and world, there is strife. It is the way things are. Calm yourself. I watch. They fly ahead of us. Gaster is dragonblood."

"I mean duh, those two couldn't have gotten from the other side of their family or Candara would've been one too." Cabana pointed out.
"Ow. Don't remind me.."
"Either way, why is that important?" She ignored his comment.

"He rides on a skullsummon." Andalé explained simply.
"Wait he can ride- how big are they? Are they Sans sized?!" Spade leapt up, rushing for the other window.
"Man, am I the only one of my family that's normal?" Candara threw up his hands.
"Do you want to be like them?" Bodoni pointed out.
"I mean, no, but I could have been a dragonblood!" He gestured vaguely. "With a huge skullsummon!"

"It's not as big as I thought at all.." Spade retreated from the window in disappointment.
"Do not be silly. Sans is dragon himself." Andalé chuckled. "His will be dragon size."
"Oh, he's not actually a dragon." Essence informed lightly. "He went on a whole rant about it at us."

"Oh yeah, he was arguing about that a lot before." Constantia remembered.
"Quetzalcoatl told us otherwise. He went into some detail. Sans is apparently a dragon." Cabana explained.
"But he's just bones underneath!"
".. That's kinda what skeletons are known for." Spade deadpanned.

"How can he be a dragon and a skeleton? It's- this doesn't make sense!"
"We don't know either, just that he's both." Candara shrugged even though the humans couldn't have been able to see it.

It was at that moment that Andalé frowned. "I cannot see them, they have flown out of sight."
"That can't be good." Spade noted.
"No shit, Sherlock." Nigel muttered. "How have you actually been traveling, anyway? It sounded like you mentioned flying or something but.. how?"

"Oh, don't get us started, it's the coolest thing ever, so-" Spade cut off with a scream as something rammed into the craft, tossing everyone and everything into the air, a few skulls cracking against the ceiling before they fell down again. The phone clattered to the side.

Sans abruptly appeared in the doorway, eyelight flaring in several colors. "Everybody okay? No one hurt?"
"I'm too tiny!" Lewi yelped, Ollie scrambling to get off of him.
"What the heck was that??" Bodoni growled, untangling himself and getting off the floor.
"I am honestly so sorry about that, I didn't think the thing would drop so much." Sans explained fretfully, helping a few to their feet.

"A. Warning. And it will not fall!" Andalé snapped.
"I must apologize, I believe this is partly my fault. Sans would be accustomed to my fine control." Papyrus appeared in the doorway, grimacing.
Andalé just growled to himself, arms crossed as he flicked his hands and started righting the fallen objects.

"So no one's hurt?" Sans repeated, glancing around.
"We're fine. Are you okay?" Cabana shot back, indicating Asriel as the child poked his head through the doorway.
"We're good. Emotions just running a little high is all."
"What about your dad?"
"Up top." He gestured.

"So nobody died. Okay. Can you please not land on the bal- the air raft again?" Bodoni stressed, hesitating at the name.
"Balsaérea." Andalé reminded.
Bodoni nodded. "Balsaérea, thank you."
"I wasn't planning on it. Not after this whole fiasco." Sans chuckled weakly, picking up his phone as it turned into a sigh.

"I'll just let you go now, we've probably.. overshared at this point."
"Oh no, it's not that bad, we're really-" Her voice was cut off as he hung up.
With that, Sans pocketed his phone and the device that had been charging it, staring at the floor for a long moment.

"Saecshiun's all three. I'm just a third." He said without looking at anyone, walking through to the front of the balsaéreas.
"What?" Cabana asked, blinking. Papyrus hurried after his brother before Triton surged to his feet, soft voice unexpectedly loud.
"He heard us talking about how he's a dragon and a skeleton."

"You think so?" Spade asked.
"I think he was trying to explain that." Triton shrank into himself slightly.
"Quetzalcoatl.. said dead dragons turn into three Souls, so technically? Sans is just a third of a dragon."
"Huh. I forgot that detail." Constantia blinked.

"Yeah, we're probably thinking about this all wrong!" Spade realized. "We're referring to him as a dragon when he's just part, just like Napstablook is part and the human, Frisk!"
"So.. individual gets split into three. What does that mean about like.. the actual dragon's mind? That had to go somewhere." Candara pointed out.

"Little bits ended up in all three pieces, I think." Asriel spoke up, reminding them of his presence. He was still rubbing his eyes.
"I don't think it'll ever quite make sense. Probably only Saecahiun himself knows."

"But that's the thing, isn't it?" Bodoni crossed his arms. "It's just the three of them. Where's the dragon's consciousness?"
At that, Asriel frowned thoughtfully.
"I.. think he is all three of them. I think that's what he tried to tell me. He's just not awake as himself when their Souls aren't in the right shape."
Pausing, he made an indistinct motion like forcing something together. "They are bits of him, but his identity isn't theirs and he felt that? I don't know how to explain it."

"I'm not even sure I get it either." Candara said with a shrug.
Spade groaned into his hands.
"All of this is starting to give me a skullache!" He complained.
"The world is strange." Andalé put in his two cents, sitting down.

"Do you happen to know any more than we do?" Bodoni asked Lewi, the small monster blinking as all attention shifted on him.
"No, we've only had an outside view of things when we were in the Void. We saw what happened, but even this, we do not fully understand. The process and the understanding of it is an internal one. We can only be sure that we knew someone whose Soul was part of a dragon's. Sans is still himself, I know that much. He is just affected by this.. reformation."

"That sure was helpful." He sighed into his hand before shaking his skull.
"Sorry, this is getting to be a bit much."
"Then stop fixating on it." Charqui pointed out.
He scowled at that, turning to stare out the window.

"...I kind of wish it was possible to be ported home." Candara sighed, resting his skull in his hands.
At that, Ollie grinned, Lewi chuckling.
"That little bit we think would be possible, at least."

Everyone immediately faced him, dead silent.
Charqui spoke next. "You know Sans has incredible strength as is. What if we told you we knew this is just a fraction of a dragon's power?"
"I thought he'd lose his magic as a skeleton as he became more dragonish!" Constantia exclaimed.

"Oh no, he's most certainly a skeleton. That won't disappear, only blend into this new dragon form. Just look at Quetzalcoatl. He still maintains his human form, Ehecatl, which was the dominant body when he reformed."
"Not to mention he kept the magic of Venualí, who was an avian monster." Ania giggled despite her mostly blank expression. "That doesn't go away."

"So his already ridiculous amount of power will just.. grow?" Cabana asked, sockets wide.
"We looked into it before. There's an occasion somewhere in the future where his selves are a continent apart and one teleports that gap." Lewi grinned.

"How." Bodoni demanded.
Here, the smiles faded.
"We cannot risk endangering the timeline by telling anyone anything about it. Only that there will be a situation where he teleports across a continent eventually. It is best we did not continue discussing this." Lewi asserted seriously.
"It can damage time?!" Spade gasped.

"No, not time, the issue is cause and effect leading to results we don't want happening, such as him attempting it too soon." Charqui explained.
"..Time is weird." Candara fell against the wall, arms crossed.
"Time is weird." Constantia agreed.
The room fell silent, no one knowing how else to continue the conversation.

"So about those humans." Bodoni announced then, glancing at the scientists.
"Why do we need to infiltrate their media to get humans to trust us?"
They didn't respond at first, simply sharing a look with one another.

"Fear. For them, it is far too easy to rear." Ollie explained.
"Oh crap, you're still rhyming?" Candara questioned in disbelief.
"There is literally no stopping him." Lewi sighed. "It's just Ollie."
"Uuuuuggggghhhhhhhhh." Cabana fell back on the wall behind her. "It's so dumb!"
"It is how it is." Andalé grinned, amused.
Bodoni simply shook his skull in disappointment, Ollie beaming.