Monstrosity (Reincarnated!Reader)

⚠️ IF YOU WANT TO SKIP: So basically you were sent to a universe where the main plot hasn't taken place, but for some reason Goat Momma and Chara aren't in sync with the timeline so you gotta go and eliminate them, but sadly you accidentally kill Papyrus first out of being surprised.

Darkness. The only thing in my vision is darkness. While as if it feels I'm walking to the end, suddenly a light produces in a bug rectangle shape. Big enough, whereas someone could call it "Doorshaped," which is completely valid. I see it that way, too, but as I continue 'walking' towards that light. I see nothing at the other end of it, which got me thinking.

'Am I still too far? I'm a good enough distance away but not that far away. Is there nothing at the end of this tunnel? Well, it could be possible, I was doing something I don't quite remember. But it was something important. Otherwise, it wouldn't nag me this much.'

Each question gave itself it's own answer, but they kept on repeating. And the answers weren't solid enough to satisfy my curiosity. Each only bloomed more questions, and those questions didn't give me the greatest of answers for myself. But I had enough time to think. It feels as if time itself wasn't moving. The sensation that enveloped my body when that bright light hit felt different than the Anti-Void. In the prison, it felt as if something was going to strike me at any moment. Despite being able to move fluidly, I couldn't shake the feeling as if something was looming over me, close enough to shower me in suspicion and anticipation. But nothing ever happened. Each step here, I marked as if I was in water. Or a thick liquid.

This dark tunnel feels never-ending but confined. Just like that place. But color seems to be everywhere, or shades. Just of blacks and Grey's. When I look up, I'm met with the fear of the dark. The sky is getting farther and farther. I can't see the top, but nothing is there. When I look around, it feels as if I'm in a desert. Shades of a lighter black stretches out, with particles of white overwhelming my senses. The particles are there at every turn of my head, and when close to me, I feel as if I'm burning. And they don't exactly touch me, but it feels as if my bones are burning, just like the black sea. This whole place reminds me of the sea and void.

Each shakey step forward, I feel more relaxed than the overbearing feeling of being held down. More free, but I can't help but feel if that is an illusion. I haven't had peace now, and I'll certainly not have any in the future. Sadly, but it's the truth. I have taken the life of Error, and I won't ever have a peaceful life again. And I can't escape that fact because it's been too real, too long since I've been asleep, too sensible and non-sensible at the same time. Just as someone would expect, the pain is just too real. I reach the door, but the feeling of something gnawing at me doesn't leave. I look everywhere, but the more I remain here, the more I feel endangered. More of the feeling if I were to be killed, tortured or left here.. Nobody would know, hear my screams or pleads. Nobody would know.
That's the scariest thing for me, the fear of not being saved. This place helped me with that, I think. In its own ominous way.

The white door in front of my stands at a great height and has the presence of something that sticks out. And oddball. And it is a glowing white door in the middle of a black abyss, is quite odd. I stick my hand out, and I'm instantly met with the sensation of the raw feeling of the tingle crawling up my arm. It doesn't feel the best, but I don't want to remove my arm. It's an addictive feeling, one too precious to let go of. But I guess this is my grounding. It has all been too real. All real to be a dream, all real pain. I've really been through all of this. And I haven't even started, but I want to leave. I want to go home.

But I have to step forward.

I move my foot in next and am also immediately enveloped in the tingling sensation. I take a shakey breath in, as I want to retract, but doing that now would be pointless. I have nowhere else to go, and I can't know. I don't want to be here anymore. I move my other arm out towards the door and look ahead at it. If it would tell me to go away or push back. But it did nothing, like a normal door. I stare even longer before reluctantly putting my other foot in. My eyesight is covered by the bright light of how bright the white is when I do 'open' my eyesockets, I'm met with a sight I wished to never see.