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"Hey friend, whatcha doing out here?"
Ink jumped, he was noticed? The smaller skeleton looked at the other dressed in mostly fruity green. He was a sans, that much was clear. But most importantly he was seen by this skeleton. He looked back down to the leaves, a much more yellowish shade than the skeleton before him.
That shouldn't be possible, he was DELETED. Even so he couldn't remember ever joining this world before, it was brand new after all. The main island was barely finished, but for some reason the creator continued to make their characters. Not that he was judging them of course, the creators could do whatever they wanted. Who was he to judge? He wasn't supposed to question things, just do as told. He wasn't allowed to. And he was perfectly okay with that, he wasn't.
"Friend?"
The ink stained skeleton in disguise jumped, he was wearing his note outfit. The creator of this world demanded begged him to, said the outfit matched the vibe of their world and they liked it. He couldn't understand why. He did as told of course, he didn't want to make the creator upset if he didn't dress up like they wanted him to. The Creator was kinda aggressive not to him, why? He wasn't doing what he was told to do anymore anyways, he got distracted by - wait was the skeleton talking to him?
Ink finally looked up from delicately running his finger over the vines of the leaves, and dared to have hope took a good look at the other. They were looking at him! No no no no this shouldn't be possible, he was DELETED. He should not be seen, not even by new AUs. He looked behind him, surely they must be talking to someone else right? There was no one behind him, just him and this other skeleton. How? The skeleton got closer, this couldn't be possible. This isn't real, maybe he passed out? Somehow he was dreaming? Was this the creators doing? Were they laughing at him?
There was a hand on his shoulder, kind words being uttered to him. This was real but how? The creator of this world seemed happy, was this their doing? Tears weld up under the mask, he quickly grabbed the other skeletons hand. This was real. This. Was. Real. The other skeleton didn't seem to mind, as he cried in their hand moving their fingers around, not quite believing this was a real.
The green skeleton was slow to sit down, for whatever reason ink couldn't think. This was real. He was holding someone's hand and they acknowledged it, his presence was known. He still couldn't believe it, he didn't want to keep hope. He didn't deserve this, the creators wouldn't like this. He should leave before he messes up the story anymore, but the creator of this world told him they still needed him. He couldn't leave just yet, he was needed here.
"How are you doing friend? You didn't seem pretty ripe there." The skeleton laughed at his own pun, ink couldn't help giving out a giggle. It's been so long.
"Now why don't we get moving, and leaf these bushes to their roots!" The green skeleton winked, slowly helping ink to stand up. The giggles continued, the two laughing at the others pun. Maybe this is okay. Maybe he was meant to be remembered.
"So what's your name friend? I'm sans, sans the skeleton. But people around here call me Kiwi!" The skeleton - Kiwi introduced himself, a small smile of pride on his face. Ink hesitated to respond, saying his own name didn't sound right. Especially in this outfit.
"My name is Note." It felt right, he could almost feel the creator smile. Maybe this was on purpose.
"Note huh, what a twisten name!" Kiwi smiled using his other hand that wasn't currently interlocked with inks to move the vines out of their way, swinging their hands along as they went through the untamed foliage.