This work of fiction is inspired by the ongoing story Matters of the Soul but by no means is at all involved in it. This is a fan made work done with the permission of the author of the original story. Hex sat in a closet crying covered in small cuts and bruises; everyone he’d met today spat that his mother wanted nothing to do with him or his psycho father before chasing him away at bone point. He was hiding in a closet in the one timeline he had been told to avoid. It was better than letting his pursuer find him. [Flashback] Hex watched Sans feeling pain in his soul; he knew at once that the bandana wearer was… “M-mom…?” He whispered quietly watching the family walk to get ice cream from a small outside parlor called Hanna’s Frosty Treats. Honey whispered something to the other adults before heading off. “It’s rude to spy kid.” Honey said causing Hex to jump startled. He turned to face the other skeleton. “I didn’t mean harm…I’ve never seen my mom…” Hex said bowing his head a