Universal Terror

Blue woke up, groggily rubbing his eyes. He sat up and yawned, stretching his arms. He blinked slowly and looked around. Dream was asleep sitting by a tree trunk, Fresh was asleep next to Blue, and Frisk was sharpening her knife against a tree. He yawned again and then, slurring his words, said,
'Where's Ink?'
'No idea,' she sounded confident, which hinted that she'd already been up for a while. 'I just figured he'd gone out for food, but I've been up for nearly an hour and he isn't back yet,'
Blue shook Fresh awake and muttered.
'Ink's gone,'
'What?' Fresh groaned, not moving a muscle.
'Ink's not here,'
Fresh opened an eye, and yawned quietly. 'Get Frisk to search for him,'
'Gladly,' Frisk threw her knife into a trunk of a tree, and ripped it out, tearing chunks of bark out. She grabbed onto a branch, and hoisted herself up. In seconds she was gone, parkouring across the tree tops.

Fresh made Blue and Dream breakfast and they ate in silence while they waited for Frisk to get back.
'Fresh?'
'Sup, broski?'
'When will Ink get back?'
'He might not get back at all Blue,' Dream voiced.
'What do you mean?'
'He doesn't mean anything Blue,' Fresh reassured him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder supportively.
'Y'know you two'd make a pretty good Christmas. Wait what the-'
'Don't even-'
Frisk jumped down from the tree above them, causing Blue to scream and Fresh instinctively moved in front of him ready to fight if necessary.
'Woah calm down hippie,' she joked.
'Hey Frisk, find anything?'
'Nah, except this weird huge cargo container, with door and windows, and chunks of goopy negativity all over the floor,'
'So Nightmare's gang took him?'
'Yeah. That's a pretty good name for an hardcore rock band: Nightmare's Gang, premiering with their album: The great wonder's of-'
'We need to find him then!' Blue ran off, but a line of arrows shot into the ground before him.
'Blue we cant just run into battle without preparation. Plus we don't know which way they took him,'
'I know someone who could track them down?' Frisk suggested.

***

They changed aus with Dream's help and we're now walking through a black and purple forest, Frisk cutting through any shrubbery that got in their way.
'Now Raven ain't someone to mess around with. They erased their entire au to stop me from completing a genocide run,'
'What's a genocide run?' Blue asked Frisk, hiding behind Fresh, as something moved in the treetops.
'Doesn't matter right now,' Frisk responded, patting the little guy on the head, ignoring the sharp looks she got from Dream. 'The point is they killed everything they enjoyed, just to beat me. If we're not careful, they could kill us too.'
'How do we... stop them?' Fresh asked.
'That's what this is for:' Frisk answered, pulling a large bag of G out of her pocket.
'Where the hell did you get that!?' Dream's eyes widened.
'Don't ask-' Frisk stared in his eyes.
White lines appeared in front of them, stretching from one tree to another. More white lines grabbed them by the feet and lifted them up. They heard a very traditionally entertaining voice, but it seemed almost raspy, and broken.
'Ladies and Gentle-men-men-men! Roll up roll up! Here w-with us tonight, we have:' a drumroll sounded from somewhere.
'The human responsible for my au's destruction!'
Frisk snapped.
'You killed them all yourself!'
'Ooh, we have a f-f-f-feisty one! Next on the chopping block: Blueberry!'
'How do you know my name?' Blue cowered, stuck hanging by the ankle.
Giving no answer, the voice carried on.
'Next we have Fresh! A hippity-hop skeleton, who longs to be considered a friend!'
'If it helps, I consider you my friend!' Blue smiled.
'And finally, the archer who ignored his own brother, and even though he could've stopped the bullying didn't: Dream!'
Dream drew his bow. Being upside down didn't matter.
A few white lines shot up from the ground and became a podium. A grey clothed skeleton with an almost black feather scarf descended.
'Hi Raven,' Frisk muttered.