Lost Within

(Note: " " means someone is speaking)

(Future note: Hello, for the new viewers here I like to mention that the story will not entirely be in first person with this crappy spelling and English. It is only until chapter 13 or 16 depending on how you look at it does it actually be in third person with better english, so enjoy! P.S. I wrote a new book and some people like it more than this so please go check it out. P.S.S It is not the Pokemon one it is the other, a future none chapter will explain why it is there.)

I walked down the stairs as I was mumbling to myself, having thoughts in my head that seams to be fake, thoughts that are not mine, thoughts I had forgotten. I felt like I was trapped before a voice entered my ears.

"Hey D! you ok over there?" the voiced asked in a deep tone but calm tone. I broke from my mind as I remember this voice. This voice seemed so familiar, like I know this voice.

I said in a dark and whispering tone

"I am fine Brandon" was this my voice? I can't remember anymore. Did I say that or someone else? I don't care anymore.

"You sure bro? You been sitting there for the entire party" party? I am at a party? is sans here? no, wait I am in the real world, sans doesn't exist. No wait, who is sans?

"I am sure, is that a coke? gimme!" coke! I remember this oddly but soothing drink! I treasure coke more than I treasure water!

I quickly snatch the coke his hands and drank to the last drop. My friend? jumped back in shock.

"So fast!?! That maybe broke record of 6 seconds!" What does that mean? He keeps a record of me? He continues to talk to me.

"Anyways you should head out for some fresh air, maybe it will freshen you up." I sigh as I stood up from what ever I was sitting on. A chair? couch? the ground? who cares. I slowly stretched as my spine and shoulder blades cracked. I walked around chaotic mess of a room with chips scattered on the marble tiled floor, little beer and soda pools spilled on the tables, and the alcoholics running and chasing each other. I open the front and sat down on the porch. I looked up the full moon and wondered why am I like this? why can't I feel or have my thoughts? I feel like it is severed but connect, or is it someone else's thoughts poured into mine? I don't care any more, actually it kinda funny. I can't feel my thoughts but know it's there, have emotions that are feel fake but its not. am I the master of this body? or someone else?

"sigh" I blew out, that is a sound I am more than familiar with anything else. I looked at the othere side of the road, or am I looking into nothing, I don't know. I tried to remember but forget even more. I think and think but nothing is in my head, Its like an empty void that already swallowing me. Maybe, I will always be like this, always like a forgotten-

! I remember something! a memory? where did it come from? this memory seems

so familiar. Wait! I remember more! Sans! Blue! Fell! Ink! Error! I remember them all! I remember what Undertale is! A tear drops from my eye as I remember my fantasy, this would normally won't make me cry, but there was one thing that made me cry.

"I can think! I can feel these thoughts! I am rea-" I fell dead on the floor with my head full with blood as a red fluid slowly flow out of my eyes.

Tomorrow: 3:30 pm

"This is a miracle! a medical miracle!" an old man shouted with great joy that almost deafened the sound of a sobbing women.

"How could this be a miracle if my son is dead!" the women cried as a rain of tears go down her face.

"The reason why is because your son is supposed to die years ago, when he was only 8!" the old man exclaimed to the sobbing women

"Die when he was 8? die when he was 8! why would my precious son die so young!" the women screamed as her lungs ached.

"The brain stores the memories and thoughts from the past to bring up again in the future. However, if there is too much space occupied in the brain, it dumps the less important to the more important until there is enough room for more thoughts and memories. Your son however is different, his brain dumps when ever it had a chance to. Not only did this cause him to be more distant from himself, but also put a huge strain on his brain. The problem with the strain is that it could build up. It will continue to build up until it completely destroys the brain. Your son was supposed to die from the rate of the build up from the strain but he didn't, and continued to live to the age of 18." the old doctor remarked as he explained the details. The women, shocked from what she just heard screamed and ran up to the old doctor. She raised up her fist and pounded down the doctors face, smashing it, and continued smashing until the old doctor died. Soon enough the police came and went her to the asylum, where she was never seen again.

Meanwhile...

"Where am I?" A small skeleton thought.