(p.s, NONE of this is cannon! Just thought I'd be fun to make!) The great division across universes. Those, who are bad. Good. And neutral... We all know about it. It happens all the time.

The Bad Sanses - Nightmare, Dust, Cross, Horror, and Killer. The Good Sanses - Dream, Blue/Swap, Ink, and Fresh! (He isn't around much though...) The neutrals - Classic, Fell, Outer, Reaper, Lust, and Epic.

Ink, managed to convince all three groups to come visit a new... "Friend of his." How did he convince the Bad Sanses? You may ask, he simply threatened their destruction.

Ink: "Alrighty! Let's keep it moving folks! Slight warning, he doesn't like company. This'll probably piss him off..." He said with a sly smirk, clearly amused by the idea.

The others would simply sigh, grumble, or huff. Used too, but also annoyed by Ink's antics. Horror: "What's even 'yer point by making us meet this strang'a?" He said, his voice scratchy and low, as he moved to rest his axe over his shoulder. Killer: "Lighten up big guy! I'd love to piss off a rando!" He said, bouncing on the balls of his feet, as he teased and joked.

Dream: "Now, now... Let's all be mindful of their boundaries! We haven't even seen them yet, we wouldn't want to have a bad first impression!" He said softly, keeping his tone encouraging and sweet, clasping his hands together in a hopeful manner. Nightmare rolled his eyes, annoyed by his brothers attempts of peace. The optimistic Skeleton's joy gave him a headache. Nightmare: "I'd prefer to keep things moody." He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. His tentacles writhing behind him, itching to cause harm.

Ink, ignoring the group's banter, used his, quite frankly, comically large brush to paint a portal, leading the group inside to what seemed as... An empty, white void.

The further they walked, the more the world around them would darken. Turning into a moody, ocean blue. Bright blue strings came down from the seemingly endless sky, tangling, and curling around one another. Classic: "Creepy, ain't it?" He said, glancing over to his buddy, or well... Acquaintance, Reaper. Reaper: "I've seen much worse. Although, the place is sort of familiar for some reason..." He said, voice lowering to a quiet murmur, he was clearly lost in thought. Clutching his scythe closer to his side.

(Next part is also a head canon, take it with a grain of salt.) Ink: "Well... It's the in-between! What separates all the different universes! It's also what consumes them... Keeps the multiverse from growing... Crowed..." He said excitedly, before trailing off. His voice growing solemn, he was slightly bothered by the thought of his creations being destroyed. "Nevermind that, we're close to his home!"

The others were confused, if this was the in-between. It didn't count as an au, how was it someone's home..?

Ink, luring the group deeper inside the endless mass, would keep chattering about miscellaneous topics, trying to keep the group distracted from the many souls now hanging above them on those familiar strings...

Finally, they'd reach the center. It was... Furnished, slightly. And made into a makeshift home. Someone had been their recently, evident by the warm, glitch-esc, TV. Little did the know, a soon-to-be-met friend lays above them. Resting in a blue hammock, made of those familiar strings.

Ink, noticing the looming presence, looked up. Ink: "Heya there Error! Sorry for the intrusion, but I'd love you to meet some people!" He said, waving the fellow skeleton down.