The Sound Car

The Sound Car is a large and dark void with no native denizens residing within it.

About this Car
When walking on it, it will play music and light up the area you are walking in, making the car become less creepy. The way to get out of this car is to have every passenger in the car to dance. It usually resides in between the Mirror Car and the The Rock N' Roll Car, but can be moved elsewhere.

List of People Who Have Been to This Car

 * Sans
 * Ruvyzvat (Ruv)

= The Sound Car (episode) =

The Sound Car is the first episode of Book 1.5 - Lost and Found.

Summary
''Sans encounters a train that suddenly appeared in front of him, and gets on. When he awakens, he is in a completely new world.''

Plot
Sans the skeleton was sleeping in his post, a chilly wind swirled through the woods. Papyrus, Sans’ brother, marched to his post, every step leaving an imprint in the snow.

“SANS!” his voice echoed through the forest, “Wake up! We have to be on the lookout for humans!” Sans was no longer asleep, but his eyes remained closed.

“Paps we have had this job for a month now, and no human has ever shown up here. Just relax and enjoy your free time.”

“But Undyne said that we must always keep an eye socket out for one! We may never know when one shows up!” Papyrus exclaimed.

“Ok bro, I will watch more carefully, just give me a moment.” Sans shifted his arms a little and drifted off to sleep once more.

“Ugh! You’re so insufferable, Sans!” Papyrus grumbled, then he turned around and stomped away. Several minutes went by, still no human insight, but there was something else. A bright light illuminated the entire forest, and a blaring train whistle broke the silence. Sans jolted upright.

“What in the underground is that?!” he asked loudly. Several of the train cars flew past Sans until it slowed down to a stop. A bunch of puns were written on the side of the train and one read: ''What do you call to land on a train? Terrain!'' “Heh, that’s a pretty good one!” Sans chuckled. The urge to see more of those puns lured him to the entrance. The door opened on its own, and Sans climbed aboard without looking back.

The lazy skeleton woke up to find himself lying in an empty room with a reflective floor. “I thought I was getting on a train, not this weird-looking void!” Sans sat up and looked around to see if there was anything there. Off in the distance, there was a door. “Must be the way out!” He teleported to the front of the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge.

“You have to have me open it for you!” said a voice identical to Sans. The skeleton jolted around to see who was talking, but nobody was there.

“Down here, bonehead!” Sans glanced down to see his reflection looking right at him. “We have to trade places for a little bit because only I can open the door.”

Sans raised one non-existent eyebrow in confusion. “How are you alive?”

“Anything is possible on the Infinity Train!” said Mirror Sans.

I’m still on the train?

“Grab my hand, and we will switch places!” prompted Mirror Sans. He held out his shiny metal hand. Sans was a little suspicious of his reflection, especially since he was so eager to switch places.

“You’re going to take my place, aren’t you?” questioned Sans.

“No of course not! I would rather look at a handsome skeleton in a mirror than being forced to wander around the train forever!” said Mirror Sans.

“I can say the same!” replied Sans, no longer worried. He then reached towards his reflection’s hand and Mirror Sans reached towards his. When their hands met, a loud farting sound echoed around the car.

“Whoopie cushion in the hand trick eh?” snickered Mirror Sans.

“Heh, good one, I’m gonna use that on Paps now!” replied Sans, also giggling. They both laughed simultaneously for a moment, then swapped places. Sans entered the mirror dimension, which was basically the same thing except there was no door. He glanced down and watched his reflection open the door and teleport away. Terror and anger rushed through Sans’s bones. “HEY! I thought you said you were gonna-”

“Heya,”

Sans turned around to see his reflection still there, just behind him, and still in the other dimension. “I tricked ya!”

“Heh heh heh, yeah you did!” Sans laughed. Then his laughter faded into silence and his pupils vanished. “Never do that again,” he said, his voice as cold as ice.

Mirror Sans froze for a moment looking terrified. “Okay.” They held hands once more and flipped sides. Sans then left the car without saying goodbye. Outside the car looked weird. The cars were a dirty green, and the sky and ground were a rusty red.

“Well I definitely am not in the underground anymore,” Sans said. For the first time, Sans noticed a neon green glow coming from his right hand. He lifted it up towards his face and saw that it had a glowing number on it, 205. “Huh, I wonder what this means?” Sans wondered. The next cart had a door that looked exactly like the one in the mirror car. Sans teleported to the other side and stood beside the entrance. What wonders could be held inside this car? Sans turned the strange-looking nob in the middle of the door and it opened, revealing a pitch-black void. “Really, another void? Welp, time to succumb to the darkness!” he then teleported inside.

The door behind him shut loudly and all the light and noise faded away.

Sans started walking around to see if he could find the exit. After taking a few steps, the ground below him began to glow a reddish-pink and a low note played. Sans lifted his foot off the ground quickly in surprise and the color and noise faded. “Huh, that’s interesting,” Sans thought out loud. He then pressed his foot on the ground again and the same thing happened. Next, he put his other foot forward and it started to glow blue and play another note, making a harmony. Maybe I have to dance to escape this place. Right after that thought, Sans started to dance to the tune of Megalovania. “Ehehehe this is actually kind of fun!” for the first time in months, Sans was actually enjoying life.

He remained there for a while, playing many songs and dancing, even taking out his bone attacks at one point to juggle, but the door never opened. I thought that was the way to get it open! Sans was frustrated but too tired to figure out another way, so he stopped moving, and closed his eyes, ready to take a nap. He tried to fall asleep, but he just couldn’t, because, for the first time, something other than music was heard inside the car; whimpering. Sans opened one eye socket to see what it was and saw off in the distance a tall figure hunched over, glowing yellow from the ground it was sitting on. Maybe this may be the reason why I can’t leave. Sans thought as he teleported over to the figure. The small skeleton now was able to get a closer look at the person. He was wearing a gray ushanka, a black bandage over his left eye, a gray coat, and had a strong muscular body. A very low note played in the area he sat in. “Hey, are you okay?” Sans asked the man. The man stopped crying and lifted his head out of his hands, tears were falling from his one good eye. Some of the sadness in his face turned to annoyance when their gazes met, and he shuffled over so his back was to the skeleton. Sans teleported to the other side of him and put his hand on his shoulder plate. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said that instead let me introduce myself, my name is Sans, Sans the skeleton! What’s your name?”

The man looked up at Sans and finally spoke. “Ruv.”

"Cool name, Ruv," replied Sans. "Do you know how to get out of here?"

"No, and I don't want to know, just leave me alone," Ruv grumbled.

"Hey, I am not in the best place right now either, but I know sitting around and crying all the time isn't going to help, you just have to push forward, hoping for the best," Sans said calmly. Some of Ruv's anger left his face and he sat up a little straighter. "Sorry, I am not that good with motivational talks," Sans apologized. Ruv took a big, shaky sigh before speaking.

"What do I have to do to get out of here?"

Sans' smile grew slightly wider. "You have to dance to make music, and the exit will appear, I think."

"Then how come you haven't left yet?" Ruv questioned in a negative tone.

"I believe that you have to dance with every other person in the car," replied Sans, ignoring Ruv's anger. Ruv slowly got to his feet, and when at full height, Sans looked like a child compared to him.

“Ok my tall friend, let’s dance!” Sans shouted while tapping his feet on the floor to make music.

“I am not your friend,” Ruv growled. He then started to dance, but all he was doing was just lifting one foot at a time and stomping loudly.

“Uh, buddy, I think you need to actually dance,” Sans said quietly. Ruv remained silent but started to move around a little more. His wonky movements then started to slowly shift into dance moves, and eventually, Ruv was fully in the moment, looking way happier than he was before.

“There you go! Just needed a little push, and then you are back on your feet!” Sans exclaimed. A door appeared in front of them, and opened, leading to the outside. Sans and Ruv stopped dancing and they both walked through. The door behind them shut violently and locked itself tight.

“Well, I guess no turning back now,” proclaimed Sans. “Wasn’t that a skeleTON of fun?” Ruv didn’t respond and instead started walking over to the next car. Sans teleported to the other side to face Ruv. “What’s wrong pal? I thought you enjoyed dancing with me!”

“It was interesting, but I have no reason to be around you any longer, we are out of the car,” Ruv stated with a tinge of sadness in his voice.

“You really look like you could use a buddy, how long have you been alone?” Sans questioned. Ruv didn’t respond, instead, he looked out onto the barren landscape the train was moving along.

“Fine, you can follow me around all you want, but if you do anything to annoy me, I will make sure you wish you were never on this train.” Ruv’s icy gaze and voice sent a shiver down Sans’ spine.

“Whatever you say, buddy!” Sans said, hiding his fear. The two passengers then started to walk to the next car door when Sans noticed a green glow sneaking out of the glove Ruv was wearing on his right arm. That must be his number. The glow was much brighter than his own, so Sans hypothesized that his number must be much larger than his own. “Hey Ruv, what is your number?”

Ruv slowly turned his head to glare at Sans, and his only response was a small "podonok" he muttered under his breath.

“Oops, sorry!” Sans apologized as he glanced down at his own number.

188, it went down, what does that mean? Sans wondered as Ruv opened the door to the next car.