The Author is an au sans I made today. I f*cking love him.

Also, I'm sorry for the lack of updates for this book, I'll try to update it more this year!

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The protector of AU's paced back and forth with his arms behind his back. Dream looked up at him in worry, while Blue tapping his fingers against the table.

"What are we going to do? We'll be surrounded if we try to sneak in again!" Ink sighs, looking to his crew.

"Maybe one of the creators can help us out!" Dream smiles standing from his seat.

"How? Its not like we can talk to them. What about Classic?" Blueberry asks.

The artist shakes his head. "He's dealing with a surface timeline at the moment."

"What about-" Blueberry stops himself noticing the letter on the center of the table, which wasn't there a few seconds ago.

"What is that?" Ink leans over the table to take the envelope in his hands.

It was a soft white with a few ink stains, and a bright red wax stamp kept it shut. Using one of his fangs, the artist cuts open the envelope.

'I see you are in need of assistance, even without a soul I see the worry in your always changing eyes.

'Even the mightiest of hero's always need a hand, whether they want it or not.

'You know where to find me.

Sighed, The Author.

Ink lifts a brow in confusion, who left this? He's never heard of The Author before. Was this an au created without him knowing?

"Who in the world is the author?" Dream asks, taking the letter from the artist to give it a look over.

"I don't know, but if they want to help us, I say we go find them!" Ink adjusts his scarf and throws on his high tops.

"What if this is a trap?" Blueberry asks, tying his bandanna in a pretty bow.

The au guardian didn't even answer before falling into a portal that formed in the floor, Dream and Blue sigh and jump in as well.

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"Woah, what is the place?" Ink says  aloud admiring the room around them.

It was a massive library with multiple levels, gold ladders and velvet couches. The shelves seemed to be endless and filled with lots and lots of books.

"Is anyone even here?" Dream asks, looking up in awe at the grand gold chandelier.

Blueberry puts a hand on his hip. "What au is this?"

"I see you finally arrived. And you brought your team mates as well." A voice says above them, making the trio of skeletons look up.

On one of the levels railing leaned a skeleton, a Sans to be specific, his maroon eyelights stare down at them in interest.

Before they knew it, he had warped in front of them, his arms behind his back. He wore a maroon sweater with a tan trench coat and black dress pants with dress shoes.

His skull had a more refined jaw line, dull fangs were seen as he smiled down at them softly. His face framed by a pair of red glasses.

"Are you the author?" Blueberry asks in excitement, bouncing over to the taller skeleton.

"Indeed I am little fellow." He replies, his voice soft with a British accent.

Ink steps up to him with one of his hands held high. "Aw damn it! You're taller than me!"

Dream giggles at the cranky artists reaction, taking a seat on one of the couches.

"But please call me Writer. Now, let us get the plan in motion shall we?" Writer asks, sitting next to the positive prince.

He had taken out a journal from inside of his coat, a pencil out of his pocket, he unlocks the lock and flips to a page.

"I understand that the negative one has taken various of our Au selves over the past few days. It seems like they are itching for a fight." Writer lifts a brow.

Ink nods his head. "He's taken Underfell, Geno, And even Epic! I don't know why."

"Its most likely him doing it to catch your attention just to fight. Let me handle it. You work on freeing them. I'll take care of the king of nightmares." Writer smirks, his eyes gaining a mischievous glare.

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Horror flipped a cleaver in his hands out of boredom, Cross ate from a plate of tacos, Dust was talking to himself, Killer playing the knife game and Blackberry was busy in the kitchen.

Nightmare sat in the throne room, his arms crossed as he thought to himself. Why hadn't the star f*ckers shown up yet?

There was a knock on the door, making him tilt his head. "Who the hell.. Error answer the door."

The Glitched skeleton rolls his eyes and walks over to the door, opening it with a frown.

A tall skeleton stared down at him with a blank expression. He adjusts his red glasses and shoves the destroyer out of the way.

Error muttered curses while his body glitches and flickers from the sudden touch.

"Who the hell are you?" Dust asks, readying his weapon.

"Dust is now paralyzed." Writer says with a smirk, the dusty skeleton fell to the floor unable to move.

"Horror is pinned down with blue magic." Writer continues, reading aloud from his journal.

"What the f*ck?" Horror growls from his pinned spot in the wall.

"Blackberry is locked in the kitchen."

The villains hear angry yelling from the kitchen even after the doors slammed shut by themselves.

"Shackles keep Cross in check."

The puffy skeleton mutters curse words as his large knife fell to the floor, shackles keeping him from moving.

Nightmare snarls jumping for the skeleton in the trench coat, only to be thrown off to the side with dart like pencils.

"Nightmare is overcome with pain from led poisoning." He says, narrowing his eyes.

The octo skeleton groans, his body shivered in cold as his ecto stomach felt ill.

"Come now stars, you may make your move." Writer smiles, closing the journal and returning it inside of his coat.

Dream ran inside with his bow and arrow, slipping passed the author as he made his way where the prisoners were held.

Ink looked around in surprise, Blueberry sat there just as confused.

"How did you..?"

The British skeleton chuckles lightly and smiles, his arms behind his back neatly. "A writer never reveals their secrets."

End.