Lost Red

A green tesseract about the size of a car begins to fade into reality, slightly levitated above a maniacal landscape. The tesseract begins to turn transparent until it ceases, revealing a Sans cladded in red and grey.

“Hhmm..mh?” Code Red!Sans lands on his feet, his soul beating nervously like a set of drums that constantly reminds him of danger. Code Red cowers a bit as his frown settles in, his realisation began to settle in just as his sweating has started to stream from his skull.

Code Red took a few deep breathes as he reassured himself, his fist clinging in slight confidence as he looks up. He gazes upon a landscape full of snow, the atmosphere’s colouration had a shading of pink and orange that fluidly dance around. Despite the beautiful yet surreal looks the landscape has to offer, it felt extremely unpleasant to stare at. Noises of people talking in hushed tones and gossips fill Code Red’s hearing.

“Wh..wha!?-“ Code Red was mortified, he immediately thought- no, he knew that was trouble. In a panicked state he turns around and dashes towards an area that is far worse than the snowy landscape, the forest.

Code Red’s mind raced, who was chasing him? Did anyone notice him? Is he dreaming? It was too surreal and that agitated him to the point of almost tearing up. He was right about one thing, he did catch something’s attention. A crooked figure of an elongated humanoid that bares shining prismatic eyes crawls from tree to tree. Code Red ran and ran, feeling a sort of safety in the slightest. His shaky feet slide across the ground in an attempt to stop, and soon as he did so the entity was crouched in front of him.

Like a deer in the headlights Code Red halts with utter shock and fear, his eye sockets widening as his pupils shrink. What..what is that? Before Code Red could rationalise it, the entity lets out a radio esque roar, letting the trees of the forest dance and the wind to scream along with it. Alarmed, Code Red dashed to the right. In a constant state of almost collapsing occasionally as he lets out a horrified scream of plea, but nobody has came.

“HELP!? ANYONE!!- GET AWAAY!” Code Red cried in absolute fear and terror, his mind playing the worst outcomes of this encounter. Despite this state of mental panic his motor actions knew what to do, although his body is shaking vigorously in accordance to Code Red’s fear.

Green tesseract cubes began to form behind him, projectiling itself outwards in an attempt to ward off and attack the entity in question. Trees collapse and blow up in emerald coloured explosions, causing its code structure to get damaged and distorted in terms of textures and functions.

Did the entity stop chasing him? Is it still there? Code Red shut his tearful eye socket and leapt up into the air, forming a larger green tesseract to act as a platform for him. In an alerted manner Code Red stared around, trying to spot any sort of danger. His hands dripped in sweat and his face with tears, is he just sensitive or reasonably scared? He didn’t care, all he knew that he was in an unknown environment that is foreign.

Code Red pulled his hoodie over his head, causing his visually goopy extension to get pressed onto his head. Code Red whined and began to breath in and out as he began to slowly reassure himself of his safety.

“Mhh..is..it gone?” He spoke out loud in a soft and hushed tone in an attempt to comfort and reassure himself. Code Red’s face sinks into a depressive expression, his frown nearly reaching the ends of his jawline.

Meanwhile in the outskirts of the forest, back to where the snowy landscape was at a heroic and intimidating person of energy and extreme vibrancy in character marched across. In his might left hand a trident that has the still-alive heads of a few unorthodox looking monsters.

“I hear cries from the forest, and it’s certainly unlike any other cries I usually hear!” He proclaimed as he spun his trident, flinging the heads away before running towards the forest.

As he ran his momentum increased, and with confidence and a smug smile he leapt up into the air, the snow behind him flying away. His a much more wider trident flickers and manifests beneath his feet, and so he started to fly through the air using this trident as a floating skateboard.

“Hoohoo!” The mighty warrior laughed bombastically as he began to search for the source of cries. He spots a green cube of a platform levitating lower than him but is still sufficiently above the forest.

“It must be it!” He zoomed down and near the green tesseract, immediately spotting the entity that was harassing Code Red. With a mighty throw, his hand trident gets projectiled right through the entity’s head, causing it to collapse as blood of prismatic shiny contents flood out of its corpse.

“D-DON’T ATTACK ME!?” Code Red shouted at the levitating stranger. Code Red jumped back and manifested two green tesseracts - one on each hand -.

“You! Do not shout at the glorious Asgore!” Asgore gestured his arms outwards as he introduced himself.

Code Red breathed heavily as he was mentally and physically preparing himself for another possible confrontation, there must be a way to get out without starting another chase scene, right?

“Fear not, for I have rescued you from this forest! Don’t you know that this forest is not for the faintest of hearts?” He laughed as he hovered lower towards Code Red.

“N..No?..I-I’m not..from here..” Seeing Asgore’s friendly - yet loud - approach somewhat soothed Code Red’s panicked state, his sweat still present but less excessive.

“What? Not from here you say? What lands where you birthed in?” Asgore asked enthusiastically, wanting to know which parts of the Underground does this fellow come from.

“N..Not from here..I-I’m not from this univer-“ Before Code Red could explain himself further he was cut out.

“WHAT?! YOU ARE AN INTRUDER?” Asgore shouted, his outgoing approach twisting into an aggressive foe as he pointed his trident at Code Red.

“W-WH!-“ Code Red was about to explain his non hostile accidental visit, surely he must listen to him, Code Red thought.

“SILENCE YOURSELF YOU ANOMALY!” Asgore ironically shouted as he throws his trident onto Code Red.

Before Code Red can counter it the trident expands into an orb, wrapping around Code Red as it gets engulfed in flames for a solid three seconds. Screams of torment and pain muffled by the fire can be heard as a red chain emerges from the orb in the outside, with a good grip on the orb’s chain Asgore began to zoom through the skies with a captured Code Red trying to calm himself and endure the pain, drenched in fearful tears.

CodeTale, the home of the prominent Code!Gaster and also the Council of Gs headquarters. The room they were in was primarily white with the accents of grey accompanied by blue light lines across the floor and wall.

“Who would be a good candidate to do the dirty work for us?” Supreme!Gaster asked as the other Councilmen began bickering. Hysteria!Gaster looked around the table, shaking his head for a moment before pulling something out of his cloak and placing the item on the table.

The Gasters looked at the centre of the table, staring at a worn out piece of paper that was ripped from a book. It had a black drawing of a pyramid with an eye in the middle of it, and below the drawing was written text instructing the reader on how to summon the depicted being.

“It can be risky, but he does uphold business deals.” Yakuza!Gaster commented, his expression was not satisfied but regardless of it, he wasn’t against the idea.

“Who shall volunteer for this mission?” SwapFell.W!Gaster asked, and right after that they began to bicker yet again.

“Fine, then we will let UnderHell!Gaster take up that task. All in agreement?” Code!Gaster asked, as all seem confirm their agreements.

“How will you do it?” Supreme!Gaster asked, almost tauntingly to Hell!Gaster.

“None of your business, I will seal the deal with this madman.” Hell!Gaster scoffed, his eye burrowing in annoyance before he sinks into the shadowed ground, leaving flares of red behind.

Hell!Gaster emerges into another reality from a shadowed area, this reality was an instance of OuterTale. His red eye beams into space as he stared up, not in admiration but in purpose. The red beam from his eyes began to morph into a pentagon esque circle, from there a triangle with an eye shape forms in the middle of it the formation.

“egassem sdrawkcaB, egassem sdrawkcaB, egassem sdrawckaB.” Hell!Gaster chanted, as he puts his own twist into the summoning of an acquaintance.

Time began to slow down until coming to a total halt, the colours of the world turn into a lifeless black, white and grey schemes. Maniacal laughter echoes throughout space as the triangle solidifies into a black accented with white colouration, becoming physical as the eye formed. The summoning pentagon and the triangle darken before morphing into a silhouette of a hooded Sans figure with a levitating tophat.

“Well, Well, Well! If it isn’t one of the Council of G members! How’s your secret club? Pulled any nefarious behind the scenes act of abhorrent immorality?” The silhouette turns into Bill!Sans, and accompanied with him was a wide and smug smile. He was ever so joyous for being summoned by Hell!Gaster of all beings.

“I won’t entertain you on our matters, madman.” Hell!Gaster warned, almost snapping at the reality warper.

“Oh, pardon me!” Cipher placed his free hand in front of his mouth in insincere embarrassment before spinning around Hell!Gaster.

“Whaddya need, lump of despair?” Cipher bantered as he rested his left arm onto Hell!Gaster’s shoulder.

“I have a job for you, Cipher.” Hell!Gaster gave Cipher an unimpressed stare, causing Cipher to remove his arm off of him and lean back into nothing.

“Oh, you know I don’t do anything for free. I am no charity! It’s all business.” Cipher spun his cane, causing the galaxies in the background to spin uncontrollably and clash in massive collisions.

“I have something for you, and if you were to help my efforts, I will pat you handsomely.” Hell!Gaster gestured as he spoke, his finger pointing up at the sky as he finished his sentence.

“Hm, I’m all ears. . .” Cipher’s smile reaches his eye sockets as he cackled, excitedly waiting in anticipation.

In the Doodlesphere where an indefinite amount of pages were strung up is around a white scale platform. It was pure silence in this sphere. A paper suddenly almost gets ripped as a mass of black ink zooms out of it, the ink amassment crashed into the ground and slid rather than just staying in its place.

Distant distorted shouting can be heard coming from the page, and as the shouting was coming to an end, Ink formed out of his liquid state. He attempted to sprint which only resulted in him crashing across the ground.

“Fuu—“ Ink’s eye sockets widened as his pupils were red exclamation marks, trying to rebalance himself, he slammed his fists and arms onto the ground to halt his crash. With an exhausted sigh he stood up, stretching his arms before placing his hands on his hips.

“Man, that was quite fun.” Ink’s eye sockets relaxed as it displayed a cyan triangle on his left and a yellow square on his right, his mouth smiling smugly. With that he placed Broomie’s end tip against the ground, forcing it to stand up. He hopped and back flipped onto Broomie’s brush section, sitting cross legged on it.

“Now then..” Ink shut his eye sockets, contemplating on his next action. Unfortunately, he immediately has forgotten on what he even wanted to do. His eye sockets open, staring up into the pages. With his left eye socket widening its brow and his right squinting.

Alpha’s ghostly form fades into existence, a monotonous subtle frown was on his face whilst he levitated. His pupils were staring down at Ink, probably about to condemn his recklessness or scold him.

“Look..I can explain.” Ink stared up at him, his sockets slowly widening as he expected the worst as he tried coming up with some sort of excuse for whatever he has done.

“Shut up, I’m not here for your little skirmishes and conflicts.” Alpha disrupted Ink before he could speak further, he was stern and extremely assertive in his tone.

“Oh? Oh! Yeah..! What’s up?” Ink stood up on Broomie’s brush, unbothered by its possible imbalance. He had a smile of glee, which is a mere complimentary expression rather than one out of sincerity.

“Someone known as Code Red has been lost in AlterNate, he got captured. Me and you are going to go there and rescue him.” Alpha elaborated on his appearance’s purpose.

“..For one guy only?” Ink’s left eye turns into a green question mark. Why was Alpha suddenly worried about one person? He understands the need of protecting whole realities and worlds but..some dude?

“C’mon, be honest. What’s really up?” Ink inquired, he didn’t demand neither was he dictating. Rather he wanted Alpha to reveal the reasoning.

“If we do this, King Multiverse would be more favourable for us. Would he not?” Alpha tilted his skull to the left, expecting Ink to go along with this idea.

“Well, yes. But why would we even please such a King? What benefit will we ge-“

“Are you questioning me, Ink? Looks like I have to educate you, like the damn usual.” Alpha sighed in frustration, pressing his fingers on his face in disappointment and disapproval.

“If we get Code Red alive out of that, and the King sees out efforts. He will surely be less restrictive on you. You will not be considered as the liability that you are to him. Does it add up?” Alpha insultingly went on at Ink whilst keeping a straight posture.

“..Ok! Let’s do this!” Ink superficially hyped Alpha and himself up. Looks like another choir to him if anything.

Back to Alternate, in a deeper region of the Underground, where hoped and dreams alike arise from utter desperation and psychosis of the trapped mind. Code Red’s eye sockets began to open up, with exhaustion being made clear from the struggle of that simple movement.

“What..what..- How long have I-I been here?…” Code Red uttered, with every breath escaping his mouth sounding like it would be his last. The disorienting room Lost Red is in happens to be cleanly white, but in his perspective it was much more warped than an empty canvas. Beings of twisted shapes, malicious deformities stalked Code Red. It wasn’t due to hunger, instincts, or any of these things, it felt all too foreign.

The constant sounds of ancient and terrifying futuristic wails fill the abstract landscape, turning it the deafening silence into an occasional echochamber. It was too quite, it was too loud, it was too foreign. Code Red tugged on his chain restraint, it was of a golden electric esque construct that’s attached to a heavy ball of the same material, mimicking a steel ball.

Code Red began to hyperventilate, yet found himself paralysed from hunger, the torment was omnidirectional. His eyes bounced off of his eye socket’s boundaries, as if he’s trying to watch a million of events all unfolding at once.

“What- WHAT?! $|%]- ¥\\*%%\_” Code Red’s desperate and happy cries of confusion melted into several assortments of languages, from long forgotten ones to ones that should not exist.

During this manic episodes that blurred the literal reality and perception of said reality, an abyssal gaze stared at Code Red through the white void, accompanied by this set of empty eyes was an elongated serpent like being. The being and the eyes conversed, with Code Red ultimately failing to decode their conversation. As the two beings continued to speak, a black striped line coated with white squares launched at him.

BANG! Code Red jolted up in sheer panic and instincts, his emotions spiked up at ah intense level. The frame of Code Red shivered, his upset frown now getting covered in his tears. Like a bad dream, Code Red woke up just like that. It couldn’t be, this was all too real for him- who cares?! It was hell! Code Red curled up against the wall, laying himself next to his restraints as he wept quietly, out of fear of getting the attention of his captors.

Out of the confines of Code Red’s little hell was a black concrete room, with a table of fine purple wood. On top of it was a 90’s style monitor, a few office equipment and Asgore’s busy hands. The aspiring soldier was filling some paperwork in regards to Code Red.

“Wow, I’d like to have what he’s having!” A charismatic voice disrupted Asgore’s works, forcing him to perk up a little as he stared forwards at the source of the voice. It was a businessman cladded in black and yellow, with the unorthodox choice of having his suit a hoodie that rests oh his skull.

“Good evening, Asgore!” The familiar skeleton, his golden pupils reflecting off of the monitor.

“. . .WELL HELLO! You do know that \*this\* is a restricted area, right?” Asgore loudly greeted, his tone full of glee despite the stranger’s unwanted presence.

“I’m verified, my good sir! Stanly the talking grape fruit willed my prescription!” Cipher winked, causing the monitor to spas out before displaying a glaring eye.

Asgore tilted his head towards the monitor, unbothered by the weird fella. After all, the tables are flipped in this universe, what is considered normal is out of the equation for the most part.

“Oh, never heard of him? Where did you come from, first of all?- Oh, you may-“ Asgore opened his palm, aiming at a black chair in front of the desk.

“Dankeschön!” The skeleton took a seat, with that action a cane slipped out of his sleeve. With a swift grab, the man rested his hands against the handle of the cane.

“My name is Bill Cipher!”

“Bill Cipher..Bill..Cipher? You sound familiar, have you been here before?” Asgore tapped his fingers on his desk, his mind racing to recall the ambiguously familiar name. His head followed his fingers before he swung it up smoothly to face Bill.

“I have many affairs in the business world!” Bill perked up, his hand reaching towards Asgore’s desk to pull out a golden plated business card. It was accented with a neon cyan line, fancied with runic text with the textures of the cosmos.

“Here it is! Certainly, my name has reached your world if my business card is right here!” Bill forwarded the card, with it being in between his gloved fingers.

“You have good taste in design, or whoever did this for you. Regardless, it’s a good card.” Asgore took the card, holding it carefully as he inspected in awe.

“Glad to meet another cultured madman with good taste!” Bill chuckled, leaning backwards as he relaxed his posture, eyes shut.

“Oh, I have a collection.” Asgore placed down the card, with his hands rested on the table.

“A collector I assume?” Bill’s left eye opened.

“Yes yes- that’s besides the point, Mr. Cipher.” Asgore cleared his throat.

“What brings you here?” Asgore followed with.

“You see, I’m here to offer my services. In the interest of a mutually beneficial outcome.” Bill leant forward, hands clasped together with his eyes now both opened, staring into Asgore’s very psyche.

The room looses its light, with the exception of Bill, Asgore and their little desk. Asgore stared around before returning his masked gaze towards Bill.

“There is this troublesome Ghost you see, him and his artificial lacky are on their way to breach your prison systems to retrieve a criminal.” Bill turned to his left, with Asgore following after Bill’s gaze.

“Are you sure this is the universe?” Ink asked, turning to Alpha.

“A hundred percent.”  Alpha had a focused look, staring around the landscapes of the mad. The duo were standing on top of a bridge, the bridge was a giant pipeline connected to many others. This is the Hotlands equivalent in Alternate, Nightmares of the Inferno. A fitting name. Below them was the restless scorching magma, constantly having beings poke out of it. Were they in pain? Of course. Were these people happy? Morbidly, yes. They thrived in their suffering.

“Looks like hell.” Alpha cringed as he stared down at the pit, with Ink curiously staring down with a sketchpad equipped, making a quick yet accurate sketch of the scenery.

Above them was an abyss, where some of the pipe lines leading upwards crooked and twisted around in unrealistic proportions and angles. Ashes filled the cold darkness, occasionally letting its cold wind breeze over the two before it returns back into the blackness. A few groans were heard up in there, upon closer inspection the crooked pipes had impaled corpses, frozen in ice and tainted in ash.

“Let’s descend down towards that landmass, should be safe enough.” Alpha pointed towards a rocky formation, haphazardly flattened with a few machineries attached to its spiky walls.

Ink popped his sketchpad shut, nodding. He leapt off of the pipe bridge, liquifying himself into blank ink as he projectiles himself towards the landscape.

SPLAT! Ink reformed back into his original shape, blinking his eyes into a abstract shapes. Alpha hopped off of the bridge, landing right besides Ink. As the newly created smoke faded away, Alpha noticed Ink’s pupils and gave a puzzled look.

“Hm? Is something on my face?” Ink questioned, looking up at Alpha as he blinke yet again, revealing yet more strange formations.

“..Your eyes, it isn’t taking its usual shapes.” Alpha commented, squinting his eye sockets while taking a closer inspection. Back hunched, he moves a step back or two for space. Alpha’s hands grab into Ink’s skull, nudging it from the left, up, any angle that gives a good look.

“Uhh..What do you mean? Have you lost it?-“ Ink questioned as sweat dropped from his forehead anxiously. He doubted it was anything serious, but Alpha’s concern is what frightened him. Well, “frightened” his instincts rather.

“This place is taking its effects..Let’s hope it’s only visual for now.” Alpha scoffed, his voice softening a bit as he stood upright.

“You’re overthi-“

“WELL WELL WELL! If it isn’t the two guardians! Hello, hello!” A loud echo overtook the ambience and conversation, it was of a bombastic trickster.

“Bill.” Alpha slid his right foot across the ground, turning around to give Cipher an unpleasant glare.

“Bill?- OOH BILL SANS!” Ink looked confused for a moment, jumping a bit as soon as he realised it was Bill. Finally, something to quench his boredom.

“Your slave o’er here looks happy, why don’tcha smile too?” Bill slides out his cane from his sleeve, holding its handle before it falls. With a smile on his face, he whipped the cane, elongating it into multiple fingers that would slam into Alpha’s face that forced him to smile,

“Disgusting.” Alpha forwarded his left hand, shattering the cane into nothing but burning remnants of itself.

“Oh oh! Have you gotten to see my new friends that I have made?” In a rubberhose fashion, Bill yanked the destroyed cane into his hands as he squished it into a black doorframe, big enough to let trucks go through it unscathed.

Alpha began to levitate as he prepared for whatever Bill has prepared, with Ink pulling out his favourite Broomie, showing him off by spinning it on his hand and halting it once it was positioned to aimed at the imminent threat.

Written by NBDeemz, edited by NBDeemz and Regi, supervised by SHADIKAL15. The story is not complete.