So italics are the past/Error telling the story. Anything not written in italics is the present.

My brother was an interesting guy, he wasn't quite normal. That's okay though, he had the weird personality, I had the weird looks. He was zany, I was rational. We made a good team. Except we never worked together. You see, I spent a lot of time trying to get us out of the antivoid. While he, well, drew.

My brother had the best drawings. They were always so happy. Even if he wouldn't help me try to get out of the anti-void, he never failed to cheer me up with his drawings and the stories behind them. They had interesting characters, even if they were always the same characters, there was always an interesting twist.

The Sans looks up at me with confusion in his eyes. "What... What's the anti-void?" Blueberry asks, staring up at me with those big, blue, eyes. I smile a little, he seems so innocent, so pure. "It's my home." I respond, thinking back on the whiteness I call 'home'. "Why would you be trying to escape your home?" The Sans asks.

I notice how he was tilting his head, how his smile was a little too perfect. He was trying to look cute. I honestly don't care, I don't even care about him. I just need someone to talk to.

I chuckle, it would take me so long to explain the anti-void. He wouldn't even believe me anyway. "I'll tell you about it later." I say. I had no intention of coming back to this universe, to this Sans. I was just so tired of answering questions. "Oh, okay!" The Sans says, smiling widely. I chuckle a little again, he was trying to manipulate me. That isn't going to work. I just continue to tell my story.

Ink was a good guy, no, he is a good guy. But everything changed when he found that stupid journal. It was a simple, black, journal. It had one page in it at the time, it said that Ink had to follow it. "Bro! Look what I found!" I remember him calling. He sounded so excited.

I remember how it was colder in the anti-void than usual that day. Maybe it was a sign things were about to change. I guess it doesn't really matter now. I remember me walking up to my brother, curious about what he was so excited about. "What is it bro?" I ask.

"Did I mention my brother was short? He is about five inches taller than you." I cut myself off this time. The Sans looks up at me and giggles a little, "You're really funny!" He says. Funny? He thought I, destroyer of worlds, was funny? "That was a good pun bro! You're so funny!" His voice plays through my mind.

I stare down at this Sans. I was DEFINITELY coming back here. He was no Ink, but, based on how he was acting, he treated me like he did. And that would be enough.

Maybe I could even get a new name from him,

Friend.

END OF CHAPTER TWO