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Clover bravely tried to scale the stairs blocking the path, curse the architect of this place for not making hand railings!
<Come on!!! You can do it!!!>
Clover grumbled.
“Can’t you just shut up..”
They leaned against the wall trying to use it as support to climb upwards, it didn’t help that there was an irritating aching haven overtaken their frontal lobe.
>Merciful one, since you’re awake could you entertain a curiosity of mine?<
Clover braved another few steps.
“Yeah yeah.”
>What are you planning to achieve by escaping?<
Clover took another step and almost face planted into the stairs barely catching themself with their arms.
Deep breaths… Deep breaths.
“I… Need to see my friends again, isn't that obvious?”
<Oh foolish one, are you referring to your monster friends?>
Clover got back up on their feet, continuing to climb the stairs.
“They’re one of the destinations.”
<Oh! How selfish of you!!>
Clover scoffed, the unnaturally energetic voice working on their nerves.
“What’s so selfish about me telling them I’m alive?”
<Well haven’t you considered they’ve maybe already grieved your death?>
Clover paused.
<Maybe you’re just going to dig up old wounds and hurt them more! Who knows!!>
>I think you should wait until they’re off of these stairs before antagonizing them.<
<Tsk.>
Without replying Clover continued to make their way up the stairs, slowly and steadily making it to the top until… They decided to collapse after reaching the top.
Oh sweet.
Sweet.
Victory.
<So dramatic.>
Clover stared at the ceiling blankly.
“Can you… Not just leave me alone?”
>If we had a choice to be dead, we would’ve taken it in favor of this.<
Clover grimaced.
“…”
They sighed.
“So you’re stuck with me?”
<Sadly.>
Clover rolled over and stood back up, despite the lack of railings the walls did make for some good support.
“Do you two at least have any names I can refer to you as if you’re living in my head rent free?”
>Let's see… Ah you can refer to me as… Ven.<
<As hilarious it would be to see you try and come up for a name with me I do have one, it’s Reset. But feel free to call me whatever insults you’d like!~>
Clover started to proceed into the grey hall, ignoring the turn to the right no matter how tempting it felt.
“Reset. Ven. Pleasure to meet ya’ll??? The names Clover.”
<Oh we know!>
???
Clover rolled their eyes as they took a left turn down the annoyingly long hall.
Their body was starting to feel easier to pilot, their first destination was… Snowdin.
Find Dale or Martlet and figure out what’s going on, they won’t deny that they’re grateful for being alive again but what in the world happened? How long has it been?
They entered a beautiful golden hall casting a brilliant shadow over all the objects inside, Clover squinted so they wouldn’t burn their eyes out.
It was beautiful, no denying that.
At the same time it’d hurt their being to pry their eyes open any wider and they didn’t want to have to get glasses early.
<Hey look a cowboy!!!>
WHE—
OH FOR THE LOVE OF THE—
Clover looked down and rubbed their eyes blinking repeatedly.
Bad idea, such a bad idea.
>Why do you feel the need to do that?<
<I don’t like Clover.>
WHAT DID THEY DO?
Clover shook their head and sped through the room, their empty stomach eating away at their insides as they did.
They sped walk out of the room and stopped in front of an elevator, pressing the button repeatedly when a pang of familiarity shot through their veins.
As they waited for the elevator they could see their reflection in the doors.
The ponytail having kept their hair together was loose and their eyes were no longer brown.
Now a pastel-ish yellow along with the streaks inside of their hair.
They raised a hand to their cheeks, their freckles were visible.
It made them uncomfortable, there was nothing they could hide them with.
>It’s just you.<
<And by the mages above! You really do look awful!>
Clover struggled to keep their expression neutral, mouth twitching a bit as the elevator doors opened.
They walked in flipping one of the many switches they didn’t want to bother counting right now.
During the elevator ride they decided to sit down for a moment, not the best idea considering how annoying it was to get up but they did need to rest their legs a bit before going on even if it was for a moment.
Clover stood up and stepped out of the elevator as soon as it opened, their head starting to spin as they did.
Hunger started to claw at their stomach, the more they moved the harder it got to ignore.
>Take a straight path ahead, two rights and you’ll get to the elevator to leave.<
<Quickly please!!! That spinning is giving me a headache!>
“Your voice is giving me a headache.”
Clover muttered under their breath before following Ven’s instructions.
The streets were… Silent.
Dead silent.
Was it nighttime? Was it even important?
It should be a good thing there aren’t any monsters or they might get into a fight or.. something.
Clover stumbled through the city and practically threw themself into the next elevator before practically dragging themself out of the elevator and out of whatever building they were in.
They just had to go straight ahead for the mail whale sign… And then they can go to Snowden to find their old companions.
Easy as that!
A child with brown hair that faded to blonde hair having streaks of orange going through it reaching just above their shoulders marched through the blizzard in Snowdin.
Their blue and grey winter jacket with a bear paw emblem and long white scarf kept them warm while their hat with polar bear ears collected a pile of snow.
Their hands were FREEZING! They should’ve gotten new gloves while making their super totally cold disguise.
They swear the snow here has made their usually beige skin a shade lighter from the lack of sunlight and the cold.
…
Even if they wiped the painted on nose and whiskers off constantly.
As they marched through the snow their foot bumped against something, in the layer of snow.
The bear disguised human took a step back to see what their foot had caught on… it was…
A person?
A human!
A… familiar human?
…
…
…
WAIT A MINUTE—
The stove of the small yet cozy house sputtered flames as a pot was boiling water for a type of soup.
A human stirred the pot, brown-reddish hair that almost came to their shoulders if it wasn’t for how it poofed up the slightest bit.
Streaks of orange and yellow along with a paler purple overtaking the largest chunk.
There were pale scars hinting to them having been impaled visible on both the right side of their chin and their left cheek being visible on their usually sandy skin tone.
They wore a darker blue sweater with more greyish pants that had wide pipes.
The sound of the door slamming open and closed alerted them at a certain person having came back with their groceries.
They sighed, turning away from the pot and heading for the door, as much as they miss their glasses they’ve gotten used to navigating this house without them.
“Po! You took way too long you idiot! I don’t need you getting sick and getting sentenced to bed rest like the fox monster Sunny dropped off yesterday!”
The slightly more sensible human walked towards the door recognizing the blurry figure to be their friend holding a few bags and… another blurry person.
Po chuckled nervously.
“I know I know no need to scold me Hope! I brought a stray cat with me!”
Hope scoffed walking closer to identify the ‘stray cat’.
“Alright let me see, but when the blizzard is over they go back… home.”
When they walked closer they recognized the blurry figure.
It’s been a while but… No they don’t forget faces when they’ve seen a memorable one.
“Po that’s our friend.”
“Yep!”
“That’s our missing BEST friend.”
“I know!”
“That’s not a stray cat. THAT'S CLO—”