Classic was going through a normal day, or as normal a day as he could have. First his bro woke him up, stating Classic had a meeting with the Council and the Star Sanses. That doesn't happen everyday, but it happens often enough to be routine. This meeting covered the same information as every other meeting.

"How do we destroy the destroyer?!" Ink would aggressively shout, trying to get an idea from any of the Sanses. Problem is that, somehow, despite all of the Sanses being on the same side, there were mini conflicts between some AUs and such. Politics. Classic wasn't exactly allowed to be involved. Being The original AU meant he had to be impartial to all these mini conflicts and that Ink, Dream, and Blue would settle those disagreements. To be fair, Classic didn't care much for politics anyways. It was all so very boring to him. Some of the Sanses just sided based on who was on the other side. They didn't agree with the ideas of their side, they just disagreed with the other side. If one were asked three reasons they joined their side without mentioning something about the other side, many of the Sanses would be unable to answer.

After these boring and useless meetings happen, Classic usually takes a minute to rest in one of the alternate worlds. He usually teleports away from any Sans or interaction, needing time alone to just recharge before heading home. Occasionally he teleports into a 'neutral' or even a straight 'evil' AU, but he doesn't tend to stay long, knowing the most dangerous ones by sight after the first lecture from Ink.

Classic's day usually ends with him tiredly calling Dream to take him home after he's spent a few hours staying away from others. He then flops onto his bed, quickly falling asleep. He also spends time in his home, but...he'll admit...he's been getting tired of his timeline, of his entire AU. Things just...don't really feel real much. Everything feels too...perfect to be real. Too good to be true, ya know?

Classic won't admit to anyone how he feels though, because then they might start thinking one of the evil Sanses approached Classic and he'll have to go through the hazing that Blue went through after he came home from the Anti-Void. Classic knows that Blue felt incredibly helpless and negative, but Classic, again, couldn't really step in, given that any alignment from his end on Blue or the rest's side would have been interpreted as bias. He tried to help Blue, but Blue began to give Classic the cold shoulder.

Classic should have really expected it. He never came to Blue's defense in public, and only offered his help in private. Blue probably suspected Classic was two-faced or weak, and given what the skeleton went through, he had reasons to doubt every single skeleton around him. Classic should have never bit his tongue.

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This time, an alarm beeping wakes Classic up. He yawns, cutting the alarm off and reading what it was for. He frowns, looking around his room. No sign of Paps. Classic purses his lips, slowly getting up.

"Odd. Usually Paps wakes me." Classic sighs, stretching and slowly waking up.

"Need coffee before I deal with Ink and Dream's latest vent session." Classic leaves his room, heading straight down the stairs, tunnel vision ignoring the entire state of the house. He gets to the coffee pot, brewing up a cup, humming 'Megalovania' while he waits. Once the coffee is finished, he takes a quick sip, coughing slightly before letting the coffee cool down by adding a little sugar and creamer. Once he takes a second sip, nodding in approval, he finally looks at the house, blinking slightly in confusion.

"Looks like a war happened here." There's all sorts of bone attacks stuck in the walls, random knives interspersing the many bone attacks. There are charred areas that Classic knows for a fact came from Blasters, and there are blue strings strung up everywhere in the house. Classic looks at his coffee, realization donning.

"How the hell did I sleep through this?! I know I'm a heavy sleeper, but damn!" A small voice questioned if this was another sleep-fight of his, but last he checked, he can't use knives or strings like he can bones or blaster beams. He was rather easily able to rule out himself or Papyrus being the cause of this, which means his AU had some unsavory visitors. Seems the visitors were fighting someone...Classic feels his soul drop at the likely possibility that these visitors were fighting his brother, and considering he knows Paps probably isn't in the house, he has a second fear pulsing in his soul. What if they took his bro?

Don't get him wrong, he knows his bro is strong, but his bro is also too soft for his own good sometimes. And if his bro for whatever reason decided to fight instead of talk, that's only more worrying. Paps is strong, but even he can't dodge all these attacks and get out unscathed.

Classic sighs, looking at his phone.

"S'almost time for the meeting..." Classic looks at the house, sighing again.

"God I don't want to deal with them today. I'll need to inform them of this situation with my bro...ugh..." Classic glares at the coffee.

"You're supposed to make things easier, not harder." Classic releases the last of his frustration in a sigh, leaving the coffee pot, and looking at the walls, trying to figure out what the events might've been. He looks at his phone, answering the phone call immediately.

"Are you okay? Ready to come to the meeting?" Classic raises an eyebrow. How would Dream know to ask if he was okay?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got a little...AU stress is all. I suppose I'm ready, let me meet you outside, kay?"

"See you soon, Classic." Classic sighs, hanging up. He opens his camera, looking at his face.

"C'mon. Just smile, make the puns, and play the person they all know and expect. S'not that hard." Classic plasters on his classic punny grin, closing the camera app and walking out of his house, blinking as he's greeted with a red scarf, one that looks eerily like his brother's scarf. He picks up the scarf, finding a note tucked within.

*Come to DustTale, Come Alone, and Come after your meeting today.

The note is unsigned, but Classic can already guess who placed this note and who took his brother. He shoves the note into his pocket, placing the scarf in his inventory just as Dream arrives, smiling at Classic.

"C'mon. We gotta hurry. Ink is really ready to blow a gasket." Classic nods, flashing a wider smile and following Dream.

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After Ink and Dream are calmed down, Dream sends Classic away, and Classic reopens the note, sighing softly.

"I hope I won't regret this decision." Classic teleports into the empty AU known as DustTale, coughing as dust flies in his face.

"Hey! I'm here!" Classic begins wandering around the AU, trying to remain calm. He halts when he hears footsteps behind him.

"So you came."

"You have my brother, why wouldn't I come?"

"I figured you'd be a stupid idiot, siding with Ink and Dream, tell them we have your brother, and then a big fight would happen."

"Is that what you wanted?"

"No. I am pleasantly surprised you were smart enough to do as I asked."

"I won't put my bro in danger. Now why? Why go through this trouble to get me alone? What could you gain from this?"

"Well, if you are agreeable and understanding and a real judge, my gang and I actually stand to gain a lot from this. Even if you aren't, you are still highly valuable as a hostage."

"Oh?"

"But we can talk more somewhere safer. Sorry for the manhandling, Classic Sans, but I have to make sure." Classic turns to face the nightmarish skeleton in confusion, but he doesn't get the chance, something whacking him and dropping him like a stone.

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Classic jolts awake, strapped to a chair in a dingy cellar basement area.

"Again, sorry Classic Sans for the manhandling, but I needed to ensure you wouldn't leave in the middle of our talk." Classic looks around, unable to see the goopy skeleton Dream has described.

"Down here." Classic blinks, looking down at the other side of the table, finding a rather normal looking skeleton. This skeleton stands on the chair, looking taller than before. He looks like if Dream wore purple instead of yellow. His left eyelight is purple, while his right is cyan.

"Who are you?"

"Nightmare. This is just my passive form. Dust was picked to dump water on me, so now I'm stuck in this weak and useless form for a few hours while my goop stops sizzling from the water."

"Why would he dump water on you?"

"A prank. Probably Killer's idea. Cause Horror is too uh food-minded to think about pranking me. Cross is kinda a loner I picked up so he doesn't often talk or bring up anything. Dust was pushed into pranking me, but he obviously was very confused on what he was supposed to do beyond 'throw water on me' so it's obvious he isn't the main brain cell behind this prank. And Error's seen this form. He knows about this form, so that leaves Killer as the one who will mop up every square inch of the castle when I've finished talking to you." Classic blinks, barely having time to ingest all the information.

"Wow. So you all are just...normal sanses with bad AUs?" Nightmare raises a brow.

"Oh, you are smart. I thought you were pretty damn stupid, all things considered." Classic sighs.

"Okay. So. How about you tell me the whole story?" Nightmare hums, nodding.

"That was my plan. I'll go one at a time and allow you to ask questions along the way. You'll find that at least three of my gang are simply just potential what ifs for the end of your story."

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Nightmare left about an hour ago, when his goop returned, to "punish the shit out of Killer" and Classic has spent that time just reevaluating his point of view and his previous judgments of the sanses.

"Wow..." Classic has been pretty much left speechless, wondering if Ink and Dream knew this stuff and still chose to behave the way they did. The way Nightmare described Dream seems like Dream never was privy to the information and has been following Ink...which means if Ink knew, then every Sans has been following a liar, and a damn good one at that.

Classic feels anger well up inside of him.

If Ink knew, then Ink's been deceiving every single Judge. Ink's been the cause of the judges' blindness.

And a judge being blind grinds Classic's gears. He's THE original Judge. Even he was blind, but no more. And no more will he sit back and let Ink judge the bad Sanses for everyone else.