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k so i have a friend who's writing a fic and i'm such a fan of it so this post is gonna be some incorrect quotes for his characters :D

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Destruzione. Rinascita. Perfezione.

Killing’s a crime? Killing’s an art. The art for which us humans are most endowed, that we’ve been perfecting since our origins.

It requires willingness, planning, heartbreak intentions, concentration, training, technique, emotional implication...A killer works with the most delicate, precious and hardest matter to manipulate that ever existed: life. And as an expression of absolute radicalism, he creates giving death.

Killing is the transcendent act by excellence.

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Tale of Thrones  (An extensive perspective) [#4]

She stood there, looking at nothing but her bare hands resting on the desk. A mountain of papers piled up in one of the corners, carefully organized with care by alphabetical order.

Alphys then looked up at the window placed on the roof of her office. White could be seen everywhere: the floor, the walls and even her clothes: a lab coat rested on her body, giving her an intelectual look along with the abnormally big pair of lenses the made her face look really small in comparison.

Alphys was a nervous monster when it came to social interaction. She rarely left her lab, and when she did it, it was for going to the library and getting a piece of information she couldn’t find on the internet.

But when she was in that lab, all alone, she felt like the world could be hers. She lifted her eyes to look at the gigantic screen hanging from the wall. An equation only a few people who had studied her career could understand displayed there, for her.

Incomplete. Mocking at her once more for her failure.

Alphys, in an anger outburst, hit the pile of papers placed on her desk, which flew all over the lab floor, scattering around like a bunch of leaves taken by the wind in an autumn month.

Another experiment, another failure.

She stood up and started picking up the papers, sighing, defeated once more by her own ambitions. There was a knock on the door.

—Y-YOUCANCOMEINI’MNOTDOINGANYTHINGIMPORTANTOHGODMYCHAIR. — She hurriedly started picking up the papers, accidentally running into her swivel chair and falling face-first onto the immaculate floor lab.

The door opened, Muffet walked into the room, and put her hands to her face as soon as she saw Alphys on the floor.

—Alphy! What happened? Are you alright? —She asked with a worried expression on her face. She reached out to grab her and and help her get up. Alphys was on the verge of tears.

—BWAAAAAH! I’LL NEVER MAKE PROGRESS ON MY EXPERIMENTS! I’M USELESS! —The short monster started crying, frustrated once more by her failure. She wiped her tears using the sleeves of her lab coat.

Muffet kind of felt out of place in front of that scene.

—Uh…calm down sweetie, don’t say that…if you’re the royal scientist, It must mean something right? —She gently smiled at her with heartwarming intentions. —You’re one one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, if not the smartest. Cheer up!

—Y-YOU’RE RIGHT! —Alphys stood up and smiled, changing her mood to joyful as fast as sh had changed it to frustration before. Muffet thoight it was odd, looked at her lifting one of her eyebrows and shrugged.

—I came here to have some tea with you, not to watch how you clean you workplace. —She jokingly said with a grin on her face.

—O-oh g-gosh! I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get the table! —She nervously started running from one drawer to another, looking for something, as fast as she could. —OH, CHEESENUGGETS! Undyne broke the table the other day! —She grabbed her head with frustration once more.

—I’M SO SORRY MUFFET I—

The spider woman hit her forehead with the palm of all her three right hands. That girl may be nice company and all, but sometimes she could get on her nerves.

—Alphy, please, calm down, I’ll make the spiders bring one…—Alphys sat down, exhausted by all the running, as Muffet clapped her hands ritmically. Seconds later, a group of spiders descended from the roof with a small but gorgeous tea table between their small legs. They left it on the floor as Alphys looked at them, stunned, cleaning her lenses with her coat, mout wide open. If her jaw could do it, it would’ve touched the floor.

—Come on Al, take a seat. —Muffet said, as she patted the Surface of the table with all her three left hands. Alphys rolled her chair towards the table and cleaned the dust off her shoulders. Muffet pulled out two tea cups, two small plates and a teapot from Who-knows-where, and placed them on the table, along with a plate full of small biscuits the the spiders brought down from the roof again. Alphys looked at the darkness that was the upper part of her office, scratching her head with confusion. Muffet tried to get her attention by pouring some tea on both her cup and Alphys’s, offering her a biscuit with another hand.

—Uh…thanks, M…—She grabbed the biscuit with her tiny claw and ate it, masticating it throughly. It tasted glorious, she thought, as she grabbed another one from the plate. Muffet smiled, satisfied.

—So I wanted to talk to you about something. In an atmosphere as calmed as possible. —She said wrinking her nose. It was hard to use that word in front of a paranoid, socially awkward scientist girl.

—You know about Undyne right? —She said as she gently grabbed her teacup and took a sip off it.

—Uh…what happened to Undyne? —She suddently looked very interested about what her friend had to say. Undyne was one of her main worries, after all.

—She’s gotten in trouble. —Muffet said, without any kind of ornaments or care. Alphys grabbed both her hands in surprise and nerve under the table.

—W-what has she do-done…?—She asked quietly.

—She’s contributed to the war between humans and monsters. —Muffet took another sip of her tea. —She “accidentally” killed an innocent human. The population isn’t very happy with that…

—SH-SHE’S NOT LIKE THAT. —An unexpected determination blossomed in the scientist’s heart, making her impulsively stand up and place both her hands on the table. —I-I mean… Undyne would never…would she…?

Muffet looked at her her with sadness and took another sip.

—Just be careful, darling. That’s all. Ok? —She said, sharply. Alphys understood what her friend meant with that expression and sat down again, nervously drinking the whole cup of tea in one sip. She kept the cup and the plate between her claws, like a treasure.

—O-Ok, M…—But she couldn’t bear the idea of Undyne killing innocents, even if it was by accident. It must’ve been a mistake, although Muffet didn’t usually make them with her gossips. If she said something had happened, it’s because IT HAD happened.

She forced that thought out of her head. The rest of the chat was about minor gossips, regarding the queen, Gaster’s wife and that one-eyed old man that sat down at Grillby’s every day looking at random monster’s butts.

—Well, it’s been a nice talk. —Muffet elegantly stood up, taking the teacups, the teapot and the plate with her. She stored it who-knows-where and walked towards the exit, not without warmingly hugging her friend first.

—E-eh…the coffee table…—Alphys said with a trembling voice, pointing at where seconds ago was her gorgeous table where they had had a tea party moments ago. She incredulously looked at the empty space and scratched her head looking at the dark void that was her office’s upper part.

Muffet giggled and waved goodbye at Alphys, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She turned around as soon as she closed the door behind her and walked though the hallway with her hands crossed behind her back.

As soon as she turned the first corner, she ran into Gaster, colliding face-first into his chest. She rubbed her nose, annoyed.

—I'm͜ ͞sor̢ry͝,̡ Mu̸ffy! I̧ ́didn'ţ see̵ y̢ou͠ the͜re….are you͝ al̶r̀i͜g͜h̶t? —He asked with a worried expression drawn on his blank face. For a second, Muffet even believed he was going to drop that folder he always carried with him everywhere.

She was, against all odds, glad to see him.

—I’m fine, G. Be more careful next time.

—O̕h͠, ͝t̕ha̕n̸k̨ god…I͏ ̷w̴as l̢ooki͏n͟g ͏for̴–̸-—Before he couldn’t even finish his sentence, Muffet interrupted him.

—And I was, casually, looking for you. —She turned around and walked towards the opposite direction of the one which she was walking seconds ago. —And it’s important. Really. Important.

***

—This is… serious, to say the least…—Asgore said, sitting on his throne. The main hall of the castle was completely empty, except for him, his wife and Undyne, who kneeled down in front of the throne. Ashamed was too light to describe how she felt in that moment.

—I - - - I didn’t want to, you highnesses…I just, the girl…—Undyne tried speaking. She was too ashamed of herself too look at the monarchs directly into the eyes, so she stared at the cold floor with frustration. —I’ve killed an innocent human, my King. I shall be punished for such crime.

Asgore looked at her, seriously. Toriel patted him on the shoulder and gave him a condescendent look. He knew that look. She wanted to say “Let me handle this”.

She was the best queen a king could have by his side. Even more, if it was a King as incompetent as he was.

Toriel stood up and walked down the stairs that made a height difference between Undyne and her, trying to talk to her personally.

—Stand up, Undyne…—Undyne stood up. She kept on staring at the cold stone floor. She couldn’t bear look at her in the eye. She was too kind for her to be poisined with her unworthy look.

—Undyne. Look at me. —Undyne didn’t look at her. She closed both of her eyes.

—Your highness, I…

—Undyne. —She made a long pause, and walked closer towards her. The captain of the royal gurd feared what was coming next and started sweating, even without her armor on.

—Look at me. —Undyne looked at her. Her eyes tried to stay determined, but a deep wound could be seen deep within her. That would would leave a scar: the scar of someone who had lived her whole life by very strict morals that had been crushed just with the thrust of a spear.

—I’m sorry, your highness. I can’t keep being the captain of the royal guard anymore. Not like this. —She said, with an aseptic voice.

—No, Undyne. You are one of our most trusted members. Without you, the whole royal guard would be a complete mess. —Toriel said with a patient, motherly voice. She looked at Undyne directly into her eyes, like tryng to give her redemption just by staring at them.

—Your grace, my sins can’t just be igno - - -

—Yes they can—Toriel interrupted her. She couldn’t bear seeing one of her most trusted allies martityzing herself that way. She grabbed both her shoulders. —You are not a bad monster, Undyne. It was an accident. You were trying to do what was right.

—And what was right, your highness? —She answered almost like activated by a switch. —I killed an innocent human who was trying to protect her wife. But if I hadn’t, he would’ve hurt that girl who was just trying to survive.

The captain of the royal guard looked for the first time since the conversation had started directly into Toriel’s eyes.

—What was right, your highness? —She asked with an aseptic voice, once more, like if it was a prayer.

Toriel looked at her even more worried.

—This will not bring you down. You are Undyne. Captain of the royal guard. Protector of peace and order. Loved by children, looked up by the strongest of men, a symbol to women who want to join our forces altruistically. You are a symbol of justice, Undyne. Don’t let that fire burn less brighter because of one mistake, Captain. Show them your determination.

She let go of her shoulders and walked back a few steps.

—You will find redemption in your actions. Don’t fear the consequences. You are a good person, Undyne. Never forget what got you where you are.

A spark of hope was lit inside Undyne. She weakly grinned and hit the left part of her chest with her right fist.

—Thank you, my lady. I’ll fix my mistakes. I swear on my Soul that I will. —Her voice was slowly recovering its old determination. She the bowed and walked out of the room. Toriel went back up the stairs and held her husband’s hand. Then ,she looked at him and smiled heartwarmingly.

—Thank you, my lady. —Asgore repeated as soon as Undyne had left the room. She came closer to her wife and kissed her in the cheek.

It was all he could do to thank the best queen a King could possibly have. Either him, or any. No matter his incompetence or stupidty, she was the best queen a kingdom could ever desire.

A dark, tall figure sneaked away from the throne room               behind Undyne without anyone seeing him.

Forgiven. Just like that. Just as he expected. He knew it would take more than one blow to take down a person as determined as Undyne was. Her years of service had disciplined her to a point she would believe everything she was told, even if it meant changing her mood to be determined again.

Gaster began walking towards Alphys’s office. He knew exactly how to do it. The hallways whispered names for him to use against her. He had the solution to the puzzle at hand. He just had to reach out and grab it.

He would break her till there was no determination left in her soul. Until she was nothing but a soulless body, emptied of any kind of motivation or moral.

In his thoughts , he didn’t see Muffet as he ran into her, feeling a weak hit on his chest. Muffet rubbed her nose annoyed.

Gaster apologized with education and a smile, trying to get her forgiveness.

—I’m fine, G. Be more careful next time. —She answered, calmly. Gaster sighed relieved.

—O̕h͠, ͝t̕ha̕n̸k̨ god…I͏ ̷w̴as l̢ooki͏n͟g ͏for̴–̸-—Before he couldn’t even finish his sentence, Muffet interrupted him.

—And I was, casually, looking for you. —She said with a serious, profesional voice. She crossed her hands behind her back, turned around elegantly and started walking in the opposite direction.

—And it’s important. Really. Important.

It really sounded like it was important. Gaster decided to be dilligent and follow her, so he would not wake any suspicion. They walked for several minutes in silence. The whole time, Gaster felt like he was being followed.

After some time, exactly seven minutes, Muffet opened her office’s door and let Gaster in.

Muffet’s room was somthing…hard to describe. An overloaded dose of purple and lace curtains made the whole office look more like a princess’s bedroom than a workplace.

—Please take a seat. —She said, offering him an upholstered chair to sit. He obeyed, placing his folder on his nap. He looked though the window. It was evening, and the sky was covered in a light orange colour.

Muffet turned her back on Gaster and looked through another window, situated behind her desk. It was way bigger than the one Gaster was looking from, like one of those attic Windows from teen Hollywood movies.

—I know your secret. —She said bluntly. Gaster gasped, but tried to remain calm.

—Ì kn̴ow ̴I ̴meśsed u͡p͝ ̴wi͏t͝h ̶t͡h̡a͝t r̷ep̨ort̛ t̶h͏e͏ ̛pas͟t̨ w̷ęek̨,̧ ̕bu̢t ͢I ca̧n͠ f̨ix ͜- ͢- -͠ —Again, Muffet interrupted him.

—Don’t take me by a fool. I know you killed Mettatton. I know you’re blackmailing Nappy. And I know you are trying to drive Undyne insane with those setups of yours. —She turned around and looked at him in the eye. —Do you honestly think I’m an idiot?

Gaster couldn’t believe his ears. His mouth formed a very thin line. He though about his options. There had to be spiders around, protecting her. But if he was quick enough, he may be able to grab a Sharp object and stab her with - - -

—Your secret is safe with me, G. Don’t worry. —She smiled at him with a confident, accomplice smile. She giggled and walked towards him, touching the plain surface of his skull, where his nose was supposed to be. She narrowed her eyes as her grin became wider.

—My children are everywhere, you know. And they tell me all sorts of fun things. —A spider climbed down from the roof and landed on the palm of one of her hands. Muffet caressed her with another one, gently, with care and love, like it it was her daughter.

Gaster swallowed. What was going on…?

Muffet kept on looking at him. Both monsters stared at each other for seconds. They looked at each other’s eyes for what it seemed like an eternity, in silence, until Muffet decided to break it.

—I like what you’re doing. I’ll keep it a secret, and I’ll even help you.

Gaster looked down and said with a quiet, distorted voice.

—Yo̸̵͜u à͠re̸͜ ̡͜n̴͠o̴̧ ͝a͘l̡̧tr̵̢u͜istí̕c͟ ͞w͠o̵m͘͘a͘͠n̸.̕ Wh̨a̧͢t̡ d̛ò̡ ̸̨̕y̷̡o͞u͡͏ w̡a̸̧n̴t̨ ͢í̸͢ǹ̸ ͞r̶̶̵e̢͡t́͞ư̷͏r̡̧͞n.̡ —He asked. Care could be felt in his voice, along with a spark of anger. He didn’t like it when they talked to him that way.

Muffet turned around and walked towards the window. She sat down at her chair, and showing Gaster her back, she looked at the city, bathed by the evening light.

—I think we can make this work, don’t you? —She asked, with a mellow, sweet voice.

Gaster kept looking down and thought about an answer. He thought about the risks he was about to take.

He looked up again and into the smaller window he looked through when he came inside the room.

He smiled.

Long live the King.

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Tale of Thrones (A Cruel angel’s thesis)[#3]

—THIS COFFE IS FRISKIN’ AMAZING! —Undyne said with a wide smile on her face. She laughed and looked at Alphys, like trying to analyze her face with second intentions, but then the short, shy monster looked away, blushing.

They’d both shared a nice lunch. It had been two weeks since the international superstar, Mettatton, had gone missing. She hadn’t had a second to rest, and that momento of relaxation was all she needed to get back up again and keep on with her duty.

—Uh..y-yeah! O-of course, pally! —A nervous laugh became present as soon as Alphys had finished her sentence. Undyne couldn’t stop looking at her. Since she had become captain of the royal guard, her position had allowed them to get even closer to her friend. The look in her eyes revealed her intentions.

Undyne rested her chin on her hand and took the last sip of coffee.

—Welp, Alphy. I think this is it. I’M GOING TO LEAVE NOW! THE ROYAL GUARD NEVER RESTS! NEITHER DOES HER CAPTAIN! —She smashed the table down with her fist. In a matter of seconds, Alphys’s office floor was full of splinters  and pieces of Wood, a shadow of what seconds ago was a simple but yet beautiful coffee table.

—U-uh…I’m so--- —Before she could even finish her sentence, Alphys started laughing so hard tears flooded her eyes with joy, while she covered her mouth. Undyne smiled at her friend, gently, and picked up the wood from the floor, put it under her arm and walked out of the door, promising she’d get her a new one as soon as she could.

It was a hot day. The summer festival was about to take place. Just three weeks more and the realm’s most waited festivity would come.

Undyne was wearing a black sleeveless top and dark blue trousers, a perfect combination with her combat boots, which gave her a rough look. She couldn’t wait to put on her armor, which se did as soon as she stepped into her room.

Her armor was certainly a piece of art. Every single joint, scale and inch of the piece was made with precission and love, simulating a piranha’s head. She gladly put that piece of art on, until she noticed it was a little too tight on her chest. She squeezed into the chestpiece harder, which went in with a noisy “plop”. She grabbed a spear from the weapon rack that rested next to her bed and went out for her usual night watch.

She looked to both sides of the Street whe she went out of the enormous door of the castle, and had the feeling that it was going to be a long night.

                                                         ***

As she walked through the dense summer night, she encountered a tall, suspicious figure in the distance, talking to a group of humans. She got close with martial, disciplined walk, and patted the tall monster on the back.

—WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU PACK OF--- Oh, G, It’s you. —Undyne laughed noisily with a grin form ear to ear as she gave Gaster a Spank on the back. Gaster laughed back and hugged her hello.

—Un̷dyǹe!͘ G̶o̡od̸ ̕to ̧se͜e ͏you he͜r̢e. Ì w͠as j͏ưst̨ te̵ll̵i̛ng th̀es͞e ̸hưmaǹs abou͡t yo̢ur̛ ̢gre͘at͟ness͞ an͜d͝ ̢g͏lory įn͝ b̸att̸lè—The tall monster said, with a warm smile on his face. He certainly was a friend, though Undyne. She even believed Gaster envied him in secret.

—OH, COME ON, YOU! —Screamed Undyne, taking her helmet off and letting her fire-like hair be messed up freely by the summer breeze. —I’m sure you told them of that time I CRUSHED THOSE HUMANS THAT TRIED TO BRING THE CASTLE DOWN!

Gaster laughed. Undyne laughed. The humans laughed. Most of them, were wearing a Rookie guard armor, and were patting each other in the shoulders in joy.

G crossed his hands behind his back and walked off as he spoke.

—Wel̶l̕, I ̢bęt͡ter ͘ge͝t͜ ǵo͠i̛ng.̷ ͠M͏y͞ ̶w̨ife m͝us̵t ̢be̵ wa̶it̴ing f͏o͢r̸ m̴e͠ a̡t ͜h̨om͢e̶.́

—Sure thing, G. Have a good one! —One of the humans said, as he laughed. Undyne then took his helmet and lifted her spear.

—OKAY NOW, YOU WEAKLINGS! GO MAKE YOUR CAPTAIN PROUD!

All of the soldiers screamed in unison at her captain’s brief speech. Put on their helmets and marched through the streets, divided in various groups, dilligently watching over the city to protect and serve.

Undyne smiled at the recruits as they walked off and put on her helmet to keep on marching. She didn’t need a group. She just needed her Friends. She was happy with hr life. She was loyal to her King, and if the queen had said that the sky was purple, she’d have believed it.

She was the literal definiton of an unrelenting one-woman army.

                                                      ***

Screaming was on one corner. Undyne quickly turned her head around to the direction of the sound and readied her spear as she approached slowly towards the house the noise was coming from.

—NO! I DON’T WANT TO! —It was a childish voice. The kid must’ve been no more than seventeen years old. Undyne couldn’t hold it any longer, even if she’d already started listening.

—You’ll do what you are commanded to do! You are mine now, ya hear me?!

Undyne punched the front door open and came inside of the room to find a man grabbing a young little female monster of her same species by her hair. The fins on both sides of her head were ripped, like it had been done intentionally to punish or harm her.

—What is the meaning of this?! —The man screamed, grabbing the girl by her wrist rudely.

Undyne furiously pointed at him with his spear.

—WHAT IS GOING ON HERE, YOU MERCILESS HUMAN? —She said with a low, imperious voice.

The man seemed nervous. Like a cornered animal caugh feating on its prey by an even bigger predator, he recoiled until he touched the wall and smashed the little kid’s body against the Wall so she would stop moving.

The girl seemed scared. She was looking at Undyne with hurte yes, telling a million stories just by sharing a glance with the royal guard’s eyes.

—GET AWAY FROM US! THIS IS SOMETHING I MUST HANDLE ALONE! —The man screamed even louder thn her, with tears in his eyes, seeing the pointy spear threatening his life. He looked at the girl with fury and the looked back at the spear Undyne was pointing at her.

Some curious citizens were starting to peek from the windows and the hole in the door to see what was causing such an argument.

The situation was tense. The girl might have been kidnapped. That man may had been doing horrible thing to her, and she tried to escape, so he was punishing her until she came in. It must’ve been horrible for her. The dilatation of fear in her pupils said it all.

—HUMAN LET THAT GIRL GO AT ONCE! —Undyne screamed, gripping her spear even tighter.

—You don’t understand anything, do you? You pesky monsters, living in castles and enjoying nice hot meals while we’re here, killing ourselves over the contents of a damn refrigerator.

—I DON’T CARE, LET HER GO! —Undyne had a bad temper, and it was starting to come out. The man pulled the child’s wrist as Undyne charged her spear and threw it at the man with uncontrollable precission and strength, hitting its target almost instantly. She just couldn’t bear that injustice anymore.

The energy spear went right through the man’s chest, piercing his lungs and making him cough a liquid cimson substance as he hit the Wall, impaled by the weapon, letting the kid go. As soon as she saw herself free from her kidnapper’s grip, she grabbed her waist, briefly looked at Undyne and started running towards the exit, going through the oor and getting lost in the darkness of an alley next to the house.

Undyne slowly walked towards the man and kneeled, taking her helmet out.

—You could’ve listened to me! —She screamed, looking angrily at him.

The man, drowning in his own blood, was looking in her direction, but not at her. More specifically, he was looking at somewhere behind Undyne.

She noticed this, and turned around to see a lady of the same age as her. She was a human, who had an ugly looking cut in her leg.

—Honey…? Is she gone…?—She asked with a trembling voice.

Undyne’s mind started storming ideas about what had happened before she had arrived. But a horrible thought came to her mind as soon as the lady ran with tears flooding her eyes towards her dying husband, who grabbed his chest and looked at Undyne with begging eyes.

—Why--- why didn’t you listen to me…?—He coughed once more, making Undyne’s perfect armor dirty with crimson red blood.

That man was just trying to protect her wife. She’d broken into the house, harmed her wife and got caught while trying to escape. And she’d helped her do it.

Undyne had made a terrible mistake. She grabbed the man’s hand and looked at him with sadness.

—I…I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had…you were…

But the man wasn’t paying attention to her. He was looking at her wife, smiling. He wanted to die watching what he loved most before disappearing.

Her wife grabbed his other hand an melted in tears as she watched her husband’s life slip through her fingers. She looked at him all the time. She didn’t even care about looking at Undyne, who was trying her best not to run away leaving all that situation behind.

The man died seconds after. Some murmurs were Heard behind their backs, the curious citizens were clearly going to remember this. A brown haired human looked at Undyne with fearful eyes and whispered to an old man next to him, which nodded carefully as he brought his hat towards his heart in sign of respect.

Without saying a word, Undyne stood up, grabbed her helmet, completely soaked of blood in the outside, and walked slowly towards the door. Ignoring the shouts of the woman whose husband had just intentionaly killed. Ignoring the murmurs and whispers that were surely going to haunt her ont that Street, or worse, on the whole city, for the rest of her life.

Ignoring the tall, black figure, that walked away of the scene with a triumphant grin on his face.

                                                       ***

Gaster left his robes at the hanger that was close to the doorstep, carefully, trying not to let him be Heard by his wife. He walked inside the kitchen with clear intents and tickled her wife as she was busy setting the table.

—Ow! Ow! Stop, you silly! —She uncontrollably laughed in joy as her husband, mercilessly, kept on ticking her. One of the plates that were on the table fell on to the floor and didn’t break. Gaster stopped and picked it up, putting it in its place again.

—H͝ow͟ wa̴s̶ ͏your ̵da͜y, św͢e͢e̴t͘h́e͟a͠rt? —He asked with a warm smile. Lucy answered to the question with another smile as they both sat down to eat dinner.

—I’ll ignore the fact that you busy manipulative bastard are trying to evade. You made me cook today.

—Okày,̕ I'm ̧so̶rry̴! Me͞a̕ c̛u҉lpa͜!͏ Thi̵n͘g͘s go̷t i͏n҉t̴er͞ésţin̵g̕ ̸w͡ith̷ fil͏ęś ͘a̶n͘d͝ I ̴had̸ ́t̸o s̀t̷a̷y̡ ̶a̡ lit͡tl͡e ͜l̡oņg̕e͝ŕ.

—Answered Gaster with a smile on his face, trying not to apologize too much.

—It’s okay you silly. You know It’s okay. —She reached out to touch his hand and gripepd it with love. He did the same.

After an long pause, they served their food and started eating. Lucy opened her mouth.

—My day was good, thank you. Some customers tried to ge ton my nerves, but I’m fine, as always. What about you? Are the royal coffers aye ok? —She asked without swallowing her spaghetti.

Gaster smiled and had a spoonful of his delicious dinner. His wife ran a pharmacy next to their house, and she was a patient person who could deal even with the most confusing of doctor’s handwritings.

—As alwày͏s͞,̧ ͘ho̶n͞ey.̴ S̀o̕me͠ i͏nc̨onv͘en҉i̡e͟nc̢és  but͘ no̸thing t͟im̡e ańd swe̷at cąn'̕t͟ ̛f̢ix. —He answered, with a tired smile. His wife laughed. —Wha͜t̶?

—You’re so cute when you talk about responsibilities. —She giggled, and Gaster did too. The rest of the conversation went on until they finished dinner and did the dishes. With a spank on his butt, Lucy went towards their bedroom.

—I’m tired, I think I’m gonna go to bed. Don’t delay too much! —She winked at him. He waved goodbye at her with a warm smile.

Gaster was drying the dishes with a purple towel, his wife’s favourite color a spoon, a fork, a cup, two…and a plate. He noticed the edge of the plate, where it had a mark, vestige of what could have been a broken plate minutes ago. He looked at it for a long time and grinned, thinking about the next day. It was going to be a big day.

I might not have a Soul as strong as yours.

You may never miss a spear.

But I’m going to turn your sense of right and wrong into your own personal hell.

And I’m gonna make you beg me to let you burn in it forever.

Gaster dryed at the plate and finished with the rest of the cutlery. He then went to bed, got undressed and hugged his wife from behind, feeling her heat against his body. She hugged his arm back.

He smiled.

Long live the King.

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Tale of Thrones (Caesura)[#2]

Gaster walked as straight as a broom’s handle. The muddy streets he walked through were looking at him from under, like marking his steps to what would be another ordinary day of service to the Crown.

Toriel and Asgore had told him to take as much time as he needed to get over the tragic event he’s just gone through, and it had been more than enough. Clear mind, open arms and cold blood were needed for his work.

And he had lots of work to do.

                                                        ***

—And that, your grace, are the news for this month!—Mettatton finished his speech in front of both royalty members, with a smile on his face. His metal body clanked against the floor with every step he took for a solemn bow.

He’d been a popular superstar for a long time now. Since Alphys had given him his new body, his audience ratings had taken off to space and beyond. He was an important source of morale for the court, since his main shows featured monster-friendly propaganda that made things easier in the castle.

He wouldn’t have been in his sight if it wasn’t for one little detail.

His cousin Napstablook was with him. That little annoyance of a ghost had always been hated by Gaster. His job consisted in bringing messages anywhere he was requested, whenever he wasn’t helping out his cousin with his show’s soundtrack. He specifically delivered secret letters and messages that involved royal matters of high priority. It was the perfect job, since he didn’t even care about Reading them. Too mundane for an inmortal, incorporeal being. Gaster wondered how it’s feel being able to go through doors and appearing anywhere at any time.

He was a threat. He would have to take care of him even before he would become an obstacle.

—Ah, Gaster, welcome back!—Toriel exclaimed. Everyone looked back and saw him coming through the door with a dilligent smile on his face.

—H͡ello͏ ͢ag͡ain, you̷r ma͘je͡sti̸es. ̵I'̀m̕ f̛ul̴ly͟ ̡r͟e͝covereḑ,̴ than̨k̢s̶ ̛f͏o̸r͞ g͝i͠v͞ing̶ ͟m͘e ̴en̴ough ̷tim̶é. I'll͟ be ̀in ̛my͢ of͠fice if͢ ̸yo͘u need̶ ̷a͜n̶y̢thing̴, ̛I̡ h́ave ̢lo͠ts o̵f͡ wo̷rk͝ t͘ò ͞ŕec͠ov̧ęŗ f̴ro̡m ͡the ̴pás͡t̢ mont͝h.—Both King and queen looked at him with a mixture of compassion and happyness.

—Sure thing, old friend. The next royal council is tomorrow.—Asgore reminded him while he walked up the stairs to the tower in which his office was set.

—Of͝ c̶o̷ur̵se͘, A̶s.̴ ̧I͞ ̨haven'͞t fo͢r͜g͡o̧tten how̧ ͡t̡hįng͟s͡ ͡wo̷ŕke͏d ̵a̸r͜óun͜d͟ ̶h̶eré,̨ w͡o͢rr͢y̴ ̨no̷t.

More than walked, he ran up the stairs. Napstablook had his usual face. That unexpressive, filled with tears, white-glowing face.

He had been planning everything along the month. He knew exactly what he had to do to take care of him.

Napstablook really loved and admired his cousin, and he had a weak temper. It wouldn’t be hard to break his determination to a point in which he’d be easily manipulable. From there it’s all be kid’s games.

He opened his folder and took out some of the White papers, with meticulously drawn tables in them, classifying the funds spent by quantity, date, price, from most expensive to cheapest, by alphabetical order and even from most quantity to less. He sat down at his desk, where tons of books were piled up forming a mountain of account directories. He took the one on the very top of it easily, opened it by the page last written and began to clasify it in his folders. It seemed like Alphys had been doing his job in his absence.

If not, who else. It was imposible to mistake her trembling, almost incomprehensible handwriting.

He had to be perfect. He’d have to act as everything was normal, he’d have to do his job, all of it, as perfectly as he’d always bee doing it, and read the letters that arrived every day through the chimney in his office so he would know the information his spies gathered during the week.

There was a knock on the door.

—C̛ome͠ i̸n͠.—He murmured, as the door opened. A small, chubby figure came though it, grabbing its own hands and adjusting its lenses with nerve.

—A-ah, G…I-I see you’re back! I tried to keep up w-with everything, and do stuffff…I think I did well…did I?—She asked, in a shy, almost inaudible voice, followed by a nervous laugh.

—Of͜ c̕oursę,̡ h͠un. ̢Do҉n'̴t͡ wo̴r̷r̛ý ̀abơut ̀i̢t,̢ I͘'͟ve b͟e͏e͘n͘ d́oìng ̴t͜h҉i͞s̢ ̶f͏o̸r tw̨ent̡y̕ ́years͜ ͏now, h҉a̧ven̸'t�� ̶I?—Answered G, in a soft, fatherly voice, without lifting his eyes from the paper nor his hand from the pen. Alphys looked at the floor awkwardly, there was a long silence, and she decided to walk to the door again.

Gaster stopped her before she could do so.

—Could yo̸u ṕl̀ease ͢t̴elļ ́Mett͠at͟ton t͏o͏ ̸come see͠ ̧m̛e b͡ef͏o̡re͏ ͞he̡ ͞leaves?͏ ̡  I̸ ̛ha̷ve ̕so͝m͏e͠ ̀questions f̡o̶r ͘hi̵m,̢ ͝a̴nd I ẃoųldn'͘t li̛ke to wa̢it͟ ́til̡ ͢th͏é ne̢xt m̷o̴n͢th t͘o ͘se̴e͡ h͜im͜.̶—He asked in a profesional voice, looking at her friend with his pupils, not lifting his head from the desk.

—O-of course! H-he’ll be r-right here!—She exclaimed before leaving the room with fast, short steps. Gaster let a small grin get drawn on his face while he finished one page, and turned to another.

Some minutes after, there was a knock on the door again. Mettaton came inside the room and waved hello at Gaster, who stood up and walked up to him to give him a hug. After they separated, Gaster offered him a seat, he crossed his hands behind his back and sat on the table, in front of the celebrity, offering him a drink he had brought from home.

Gaster gave him a condescening look, which made Mettatton confused.

—Is there something wrong, GEEEEEE?—He asked with a worried look on his face.

—I͘'m̷ ͏af̛ŕai͟d́ th̡er͡e ̧is͏, ̶ol̢d ̸f̕r̸iȩnd.̸ Did̢n̡'t̀ ̨y̶ou̶ ̀see how ner̨vo̷u̴s̀ w͝a̷ş D̸r̢. Alp̢hys ̢w̡hen ͠s̡h͠è ̧went to ̧c͜a̢l̛l̕ you?́

—Well, she is always like that…but I guess that she was, yes.—Gaster sighed.

— Th͡ere’s a̷ ͘pr̨o̡bl̨em̨ ͠w͡it͝h ̕yo͘ur̸ ̵p҉ow̢e̡r͡ ̨sųp̢p͠l̨y̨, M̶et̴t̀y̶.̢ ͜An͏d i͜t҉ ͠a̢i̕n͘’t cheap.̧

—What? What do you mean there’s a problem?—He seemed to be suspicious, and he started sweating as he laughed nervously. Gaster offered him a cup of must to calm him down, which he drank in few sips.

— A̶p̵l̸hy̛ ̴didņ'ţ hąve t̷he hea̷rt ̴to t͢ell y͡o̵ú, be͡caus̕e̶ sh̕é k͘n̷e̵w̛ ͏Į'͡d have wanted ͢t̵o ͝take ̸ca͜re ̴of̡ t̛he̡ p̴aym͏en̛t́s. I n̷e̵e͟d yo͟u ͟t͢o c̨òm͢e͡ wi͠t͟h͝ me̡.

—O-of course…I guess.—He seemed dubious about the whole thing. It wasn’t safe.

— I̢ ͟kn̡ow͞ ́it's ͢h́a͝rd to̢ be̡l͞i͠e͜ve,͏ M͏at̕t̸ý. But͝ ev̛e̡n ͟s̡u̴per͟s̵t͘ars̢ ̛h̶ave p͘rob̶le͢m̵s.̧ You pow̧e̢r̛ sup̧p͞l͟y͠ ̶h̸as̛ to̶ be ̶r̛epl͟enish̸e͝d͘ ev͏e͘ry ̵t̷e͝n ̴y̵e̢a̵ŗs.͡ ̢Th̨a͠t ̡d͘oe̴sn'͟t̡ ma̷ke it̷ infin͟i͝te͡.͝—Gaster said with soft, calming voice, as he put a han don his friend’s shoulder.

—But…my monthly check…—He seemed even more confused. His mind was troubling him more and more every time Gaster opened his mouth.

— I ̸tol̛d̛ y̕o̶u͟. Y̛o̧u ̢know how̛ A͢l̸ṕh҉ys ͘ís.͠ ̷I͡ be͘t s͘h̸e ̴l̛o͞ok̨ed ͠wor̵r̵ie̶d ̸a̷nd͡ y͏o͟u͡ ̷didn҉'t ̴ǹơtice. ͝Şh͞e͠ çam̸e ͞bef͢or̨e ͠an͠ḑ ̸sa̡id ̧sh͡e ̷ne̡ede͜d̨ me t̡o̢ t͟ell ͜you͡.̴—Mettatton seemed more relaxed now he understood the situation.

—So all we have to do is pay a new power supply? —He asked in a more calmed voice.

—Do͏n't w͟orry ̵a͠bo̷u̶t ̡it͠.̨ ͜We͢'ll ̴ju͞st ̴go ̕t͞o th́è MósterBąnk͝,́ g̴ra͟b͞ s͢om̢e o̷f͘ ͜y̕o͏u͞r ̧golḑ ͜and repl͘enish ̧it͘. ͡It̸'̧l̀l͟ ͘b͜e che͜aper̡, ̶Í ͘pŕom̴ise.̛

Mettatton nodded. H really thought it was something worse. Something that could made some of his parts stop moving, or worse. But it was just a power supply problema. All they had to do was get a new one!

Haster grinned happily at Mettatton as they both walked out the door. They waved goodbya at the guards in the entrance and started walking towards the bank. There was an awkward silence, but Gaster remained calm and professional as he walked next to the celebrity, covered with rusty robes to cover his identity. It’s not uncommon that a celebrity visited the capital, but he wanted to remain unseen so they wouldn’t lose any time. He even started feeling odd.

—G, I’m starting to feel weird…like, I’m tired and all, BUT I’M STILL FAAABULOUSSSS…!

Gaster’s grin became wider. He was pretty sure that must was going to help him one way or another.

—Why͜ ͢o͠f͢ co̕u̢r̷se̛,̛ f͘r̢iend.̢ ̵I͢ ͘tóld͡ you͡. We̸ ͘mu̶st ͘g̶e͠t ҉ţhat p̷ow҉èr ́s̡up̵ply̸ inme͞di̡atl̀y. ̷Do͡ ̶you neeḑ ̶he͠ĺp̀ to͏ wa̸lk͘?͠ —Asked Gaster, gently holding his forearm.

—OF COURSE NOT! I’M A SUPERSTAR! I MUST STAY DETERMINED! —His friend laughed. It was a fake laugh, but a laugh, nevertheless. He was calm. Just tired.

Like he was supposed to.

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Some time later, they arrived at the bank and asked for Access to Mettatton’s vault. He was a superstar that earned thousands of gold per show, so he owned a very large vault only for himself unlike other citizens.

Gaster had done his research. The walls, floor and roof of the cault were attack proof. No soul, no matter how powerful it was, could get in by smashing the walls or the enormous door, which could only be opened by the owner from outside. It was three meters wide, Five meters long and five meters tall, and filled with gold coins of different values. Such a fortune which he unknowingly shared with the King for paying some of the war preparation’s costs.

Gaster wrinkled his face at this thought as Mettatton opened his vault and went inside while Gaster waited at the entrance.

—Soooo…what do we need dear? Nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine, like Temmie’s student finance? —͟Mettatton showed a White, sparking smile on his face. But his ayer were weakened. They were almost closed, beating his will to stay awake.

—Wé ̶need͘ ͞y̕o̵u ͏t̶ó d̶i͞ss͞ap̡ear̕. —Gaster couldn’t contain his grin as he closed the door, leaving Mettatton inside the vault.

—Honey, this isn’t fu--- —He couldn’t finish the sentence, as the enormous Soulproof metal door closed leaving him trapped in a vault which only him could open from outside, and could be closed by anyone but him.

Gaster looked at both sides of the hall, and smiled as he heard a metallic sound against the floor. Like someone had dropped an anvil on the floor.

He crossed his hands behind his back and walked calmly towards the exit.

One down. One more to go.

                                                           ***

Gaster loved it when his plans ended up well. But he was too profesional to let happyness invade his face.

He had to be perfect. As he always had been.

He went into the castle, and back into his office. He sat down in his chair and briefly looked at the bottle of must he had brought from home.

Poison. The coward’s weapon, as many said. He may have to use it more in the future, he thought.

“Coward’s weapon”, he repeated in his head for himself. He let out a brief laugh.

—"...̀f͠ul̨l̨ o̡f̵ br͠áv͡er̸y̧ is ̨the͏ g̨raveya̡r͘d͟”—He grabbed the bottle and locked it in a small drawer with a small brass key, decorated with the symbol of the Kingdom. He still ha done more thing to do before ending his working session for the morning.

He exitted his office, with his folder under his arm, with a gente smile on his face. He casually walked around the hallways of the castle, freely, hoping he’d come across someone he could use to make his alibi more solid if the time came.

And it happened, eventually.

G had the meticulous habit of counting minutes whenever he was walking somewhere. After exactly thirty three minutes since he left his office, he came across Muffet, who stopped and looked at him slightly worried.

—Have you seen Mettatton? He left some time ago, and nobody’s seen him since…

—No I haven’t…why? Is he in a hurry?

—Not at all, it’s just that his cousin is worried. —Muffet answered, scartching her neck.

—Oh. He came to see me for a chat before, and then he left. Then he left, but I don’t know where. I’ve been in the MonsterBank this whole time, taking care of my job as the treasurer.

Muffet smiled gently.

—You really love your job don’t you? —She said with a kind, warm voice.

—Yes, I do. Is all I needed to get over my son’s death. —He said, smiling gently too.

—Oh. I’m…

—Don’t even mention it. I’ve moved on now. —He answered kindly, smiling even more at her.

She patted his friend on the shoulder and kept on walking.

Perfect. It was all just so perfect. So perfect he could cry.

Now he had a target in mind. He went back to his office, sat down and started counting minutes while he kept on writing in his folders, making sure his work was done.

One. Two. Three. Five. Ten. Thirty. Fifty-four.

Surely, his habit was something handy when it came to counting money, time and quantity.

After he had filled three pages and waited sixty-seven minutes, a White figure came through the door without opening it. Napstablook peeked with half his body inside his room.

—Is my cousin here…?—He asked quietly.

—Ah́, Blo̢oky͢.̡ c͘o̕m̛e͜ ͢in, ͠I̕ ̢ẃanted̕ t́o͢ ̕s͢pe͟a͢k̕ to y̡a abou͡t tha̢t̕. —Gaster pointed at a chair and saw the small ghost float inside the room. He stood up and locked the door shut, opening it first to make sure nobody was listening from the other side.

He turned around and looked at Napstablook with a serious, soulless face. Just like his.

—This is all good, but I’m not really feelin up to a chat right now, so—

—Y̢̛o͡ù̸́ ̵̛li͢͡st̴e͘n ͜͢͞t̴ờ w͞͝h͏àt͝ ̶͘͝I̴̸ ͢s͏̕͝ą̕y̸͠͏,̀ ̕li̢ttlé i͡n̢s͠͞ect͠͞,̸͡ ̡́o̕͘ŕ̢ ̴̕I̢'̵̸͜ḿ́ ̨́t̴͢e͏l̀ļ͜i̴͠n̨g̢ ̶̀you̸:  ̸̛͘y̕ou̵̧r ̀͠c̕o̸ứs̵̨ìn w͜i͏ļl ͝ne͟v͡e̸̕r̕͟ ̕͟a͡p̨p̧ear ̡͠èv̧̨ȩr͏ ̨ág̕à̵i̕͢͝n.̵ —Gaster looked at him directly into the eyes. He wanted to make sure he made his point clear. He wanted to make hus he got fear in every inch of his weak, incorporeal body.

—Uh…

— I̧ h̸͟͡a͝v̵e̴͟ ̵̨́y̨̛o̡͡ų͝r̀ ̨͜c̨̕o͜us̶͠in͜͟͠.͘͢ ̡A̛n̛d̡͝ ͟͞h̷ȩ’̀̕l͞͏l̸̛̕ b̧́͟è d́e͡a̵̡͠d̛̕ ̢͏͝i͜n̢͢͝ ̵the͢ ̶͠͏iń͡͞śt̕a͜n̕t̵̵̕ ̵I̡ ̸s̷͟͜n̢̡̡a̵p̵̨ ̶̷m͡y̡̕̕ ̴͞f̷i̶̴̡n̕g̢è̸͡rs͠ ̵́͞ìf̕҉̵ y̶̶o̧̕ú ̀͡d̴͠o͜͜͡n͏’t͜ ̡̀̀do̧͡ ͝͝e̴͟x̛ą̀c̛͜t̨ĺ͜͡y̴ ̧a̸̵s̡̀͏ ̛I͝͝ s͡͝a̴͡y͠.̛

Napstablook remained silent, looking Gaster into the eyes too.

—…why…?—He’d made his point clear. He always looked sad and depressed, so nobody would notice if he walked around him with a shady expression.

—F͘͞r̢o͏̸m̡ ̵͘͟ń̷o̷̴͟w̨͝ ͏̵́on̵ ̨y̵o͝u͠'r͞e̴ ̸m͘͞y̴̢̕ ̸͞s̵͘py͞.́͝ ͘I̸ w͡a̸nt̕ ̸̕yo̶͜ù͡ ̢t͏̛͜o͏͡ ̛́͡f̸o͏͜ĺ̵͟l҉ow̵ ̶t͞ḩ͞e̢ ̨r͘͘͡o̴ỳą̵l̕ ͝f̴̵am͜͜͝i͏ly ̴̨èv͏e̴̕r̨͜yw̡h̢͟e͟͞r͜e̷̡͘.̵̡ ͠I̕͞ w̵̶͝a͜n͠҉t̴̴̡ ̴͟t̕͝ó͟ ̀ḱ̕͜n̢ow̴̵͡ ͞wh̷̕e͢͠r͢͞e̸ t̢̡h̀ę͠ý̶ eà͏͜t̴͡,̷̕͢ ́w̨͢h̴at̕͠͠ ̀do̡̧ ̧ţ̴h̀ey̧͢ ̢͢e̶at̨̀͟ a̛̕n̴̨d͠ ͏w̵͡h͏o t͏̡hę͘y͘͟ ̢dó͠ ̸̕͘í̛t ̢w͝i̴̢͘th̀. Und͟e͟r̴̀͞st̡o̢͢o͘͟d̶̷?͏

Napstablook remanied silent for some time. Gaster couldn’t really tell if he was shocked or not. But he knew, He had to. This was an all-in. If he didn’t care as always, he’d lose his…

—Will my cousin live if I do this? —He asked quietly. Gaster nodded and sat down on his chair again, without breaking eye contact with the ghost at any time.

Napstablook stood up from his chair and turned around to exit the room. Before leaving, he looked at Gaster and answered his threat.

—Okay. As long as he’s fine, I don’t care.

He left the room. Gaster sighed with relief as his skeletal body melted on the chair. It was lunchtime.

His alibi was perfect. Nobody could find Mettatton if he was a quiet piece of unconscious metal inside an unbreakable vault. And nobody could give him away because the only one who knew the truth had his neck strongly gripped between his hand.

The game had started for the whole royal court. He was the King and only had pawns. His adversaries had the whole set of pieces.

“…but even a pawn can become a queen, a tower or a bishop if it got far enough. The game isn’t decided by the number of pieces, but by how you use the pieces at your disposition.”

He took out a chess board from one of the drawers on his desk and placed the pieces. A black King with eight pawns and a full set of White pieces. He stared at the board for a long time, grabbing his chin. He then took the White King and looked at it, patiently.

He smiled.

Long live the King.

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Tale of Thrones (Long live the King) [#1]

Tale of Thrones is set in a world where war between humans and monsters is about to break up. Asgore and Toriel are King and queen of a realm in which both races coexist, although some tension can be felt in the air.

The story follows a different Gaster from the shady, quiet character we all know. He’s talkative, outgoing and nice to every single one of the people he meets. He has a talent to be loved, a perk when it comes to talking people into what you want. He’s happily married to a human lady named Lucy and has a son named Brandon, who is nineteen years old and serves the royal army, as every kid of his age.

He’s trusted, he’s loyal and would do anything to stop the war that threatens both races. He may find the way to do so.

(This is chapter one, I’ll write more if I feel like it. Hope you enjoy!)

                                                     ***

Asgore looked at him severely. Another council, another disappointment. He wouldn’t keep stability in his kingdom if things kept on being like that. Riots, thievery and murder were a common thing in the streets, despites the efforts of the queen to keep in touch with the people and their needs while her husband took care of the royal matters.

Even when Toriel got out of the castle and spoke to the people, offering company and understanding. No matter the race, people was never happy. Like if monsters weren’t as human as those “men”. Some were even more human.

—The council is over. You may go now if you wish.— Gaster stood up from his chair. His robes didn’t annoy him at all: he was used to dressing them and he wasn’t planning on getting rid of them either. He loved those clothes too much.

—Thanks for everything, G. Good job as always.—Gaster shrugged the compliment off and grabbed the folder he always held under his arm, giving him a profesional look, in contrast with his white scarred face.

—Oh, please, As. Don’t even mention it. It’s my job. Now, if you excuse me, I’d like to go home!—He smiled gladly at Asgore. Even when things seemed desperate, they had to stand tall and don’t let go off their hope. A smile could work wonders if you knew when to use it. And Gaster knew when to use it.

G loved his job. As the royal treasurer, he had lots and lots of contacts. Like a huge spider web that covered the whole realm, he had eyes and ears in every corner, and knew every little secret, every little gossip, every little joke that was told even in the smallest of places.

And he loved jokes. He loved knowing everything. Having everything under control, and knowing which area was most problematic, so he would focus investing money in that hospital, in that village, in that mansion, in that square.

He left the room in company of Alphys and Muffet. The royal council. A Trinity of monsters that had always been by the king’s side, and were worthy of his trust, even in times when even that was a hard thing to find.

—E-Er…I-I hope the king’s not too mad about all this, y’know…b-because of the whole “I am responsable for this”, a-and ssstuffff…—Alphys spoke in a trembling, shy voice, that was barely understandable for foreigners, but not for those who knew her well. It was a good thing that her only job was being locked in her lab, brewing all kinds of who-knows-what liquids, and supervising any kind of construction or work in progress that had to do with numbers.

—Aw, Alphy, don’t worry. He’s our King, isn’t he? He will stay determined! I’m sure of it!—Gaster tried to cheer her up. Although he knew it was going to be almost useless: the shy monster was not only nervous and talkative, but stubborn as a mule too.

—Yeah! And also, he’s got Tori by his side, right? Tee-hee!—Cheerful and optimistic, Muffet came to the rescue. Gaster smirked at her with complicity, and her responded by blinking two of his five eyes. Some people assured that she was able to make inventory of everything in the realm with all of them at once.

The three monsters walked together, chatting until they arrived to the main hall of the castle. There, they didn’t wave goodbye at each other. They knew where to find each other if needed. And they were gonna see each other more sooner than later.

G’s thoughts scratched the walls of his mind, trying to get out somehow. He walked down the street, straight as a stick, scanning with his eyes every single thing he saw. He liked to see the little details in everything.

That little spider on the Wall, happily building his trap next to a doorstep. That house was going to be well protected against mosquitos that summer, he though. The small river of water from a human’s house doorstep that was flowing with ease through the dirt, darkening its color.

Some kid was going to be in trouble for breaking that pipe.

It wasn’t until he had been walking for almost half an hour that he heard a voice calling his name. It was low, but hight pitched at the same time, like a two year old dog.

But Gaster knew exactly who did that voice belong to.

He turned around and saw his son walking to him in Company of two skeleton-like monsters, dressed in a beautiful, shiny armor. They were all sweaty: certainly summer was going to be cruel with soldiers this year.

—Dadster! Dadster!—His son happily chanted with his manly voice as he walked to him along with the two skeletons. Gaster laughed and  covered his face of laughter.

—Tell your cousins to take those off! They’re going to boil alive!—One of the two skeletons laughed and snapped his fingers, making both his and his brother’s armor dissapear, making Brandon the only one wearing armor.

—SANS! I WAS ABOUT TO LOOK COOL IN FRONT OF THE ROYALTY SO THEY WOULD LET ME IN THE ROYAL GUARD!

—Don’t worry, pal. I’m sure they’ll let you in. Someday. I feel it in my bones.—Said the shortests of the skeletons with a grin in his face.

Papyrus grunted.

—Come on, bro. Don’t be like that. I’m so humerus.

Papyrus started thigtening his mandibles, making his teeth let out an annoying noise.

—Don’t worry, G. We were just showing your kid some shortcuts, and took him to the Philosofer’s rock.

—Oh really? What’s Philosofer’s rock? I’ve never heard of it.—Answered Gaster confused.

—Oh, well. Yeah. You know. I’ve just baptized it. It’s a rock where I created the most meaningful of meaningful puns…—He got his hands of his pockets, like getting ready to run away from something.

—Sans, don’t even…

—TIBIA OR NOT TIBIA, THAT IS THE QUESTION!—Even after he could finish saying that phrase, Paps started running after him with an angry look on his face. Gaster and his son laughed as they saw  them get lost in the distance. After they were done laughing, G talked to his son.

—It’s getting late you little monster, wanna go have dinner?

—Don’t call me little monster! I’m not a kid anymore!—He answered, prideful.

—So is that a yes?—He asked with a smile.

—Sorry Dad. I’m afraid I can’t. Captain Undyne called us not long ago for a nightwatch.

Gaster wrinkled his nose, and then let him go. He was a man now, he thought, he had to take care of his duties. He still remembered when he was little, his Little cheeks, and his fighting games with that wooden stick in company of his cousins…

That nostalgia was washed off as son as he entered home. The wooden door opened with a noisy “SCREEEEEK”, and as soon as he layed a foot inside his house, someone hugged him from behind. Someone entered the house at the same time as him. And someone kissed his cheek as he closed the door behind his back.

—Good evening, honey.

Lucy was astonishingly pretty that day. Her wild red hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall of fire and flames, framing an innocent, cheerful face. An uncommon contrast that gave life to her face in an indescriptible manner.

—Good evening, dear. May I cook today?

—Isn’t Bran coming home?—Suddently asked Lucy, slightly worried. Gaster calmed her with an unworried gesture of his hand.

—Not today. He’s a little man with lots of big duties.—Lucy wrinkled her nose like G had done moments ago. Then, she shrugged and headed to the kitchen.

—I said I was cooking toda - - -

—YOU SAID. I didn’t allow you to. — She said with crossed arms and a grin in her face, as she grabbed a cooking pot and a spoon.

—Alright, the I guess we’ll - - - —Lucy spanked her husband in the butt with the wooden spoon, making him smile and allowing himself to express surprise. After some time to regain composture, he and his wife cooked dinner. Even more: they had fun while doing so.

It was not uncommon for Gaster to have fun doing things. But doing them with his family was a different kind of fun. A fun that fueled his soul and his heart to a limit he couldn’t describe by using just words. It gave him strength, determination to stay by Asgore and Toriel’s side in thos hard times. They had happy lives: people in the streets didn’t. But that didn’t matter when him, her and Bran were smiling. Happy. Blooming flowers in a world about to tear itself apart.

He forced those thoughts out of his head before he started becoming pessimistic and enjoyed dinner, note ver letting go of the expression of happyness that had formed in his face. He had a happy life.

As they were doing the dishes, there was a knock on the door.

“Strange.” Thought Gaster. He knew his son always carried with him a full set of keys. He dryed his hands with a towel and walked up to the door. He opened it, expecting anything.

What he found at the other side was a monster. A familiar monster. One tall, White as snow, female goat was at the porch with a face of sadness.

—Tori? What’s wrong?—He then noticed her hands, stretched and crossed in a way that made him feel weird.

—Gaster…I tried to save him… I’m so sorry…

 End is importat in all things.

 —May I come in?—She asked with a trembling voice. Something was horribly wrong with the queen. It wasn’t uncommon for her to visit random houses, but it seemed like she had something to say.

 And like the Jester said to the King…

 —It was an accident, G.

 There is bad news that I bring.

 —Your son is dead.—With a muffled voice, more a silence than a phrase, she let go the deadliest bullet a person possibly could shoot to a father’s heart.

—T̷hi̴s͠.͝.͠.t̵his ͟ḿưst be͘ ́a ̵m͝istake, ̶he͞ ̀ca̧n̡'̶t̶ ̀b̡e͜..̧.—Out of his throat came, in Company of his words, a white noise, comparable to a radio’s static.

—I’m so, so sorry, Gaster. I tried to save him. We all tried. But the injures were too…—Toriel decided to stop speaking as he saw Gaster’s face become shadier and shadier, like he was drowning.

He was drowning. Because a child who loses a parent is an orphan, and a wife who loses her husband is a widow.

But a father who loses his child is a disgrace.

Tears streamed down his face as his wife ran from the kitchen and tried to confort him. They took the conversation to the living room, where Toriel explained what had happened as softly as she could, trying to minimize graphic details, conforting his friend and servant, one of his most loyal companions.

Killed. A trident went through his heart. Asgore’s trident. Rookie’s armor looked a lot like the troublemaker’s and in the middle of a riot, Asgore had confused him with an enemy.

—H̗e̶̠̦̱͙.̭.̶.̯͍̥h̲̝͇e��'̪͓s͚͇̖ ̙ḏ̳̣̰̱̦̮ḙ̫̭̤͔̩a̪̖͉d̘ ͓̞͔̰͚L̳̙̪u͉̫̭͔̕cy̸̹͖̭̻͍̥͖.͙̼̘̠̦̱͙͞.̮̣̹.T̨͙͙̦̤̦͎o̩̠̪̪̣͖r̠̞i̡͇̪̭̞̠ę̠̬͖͓͖l͎̲̯̹̀,̙͔̣̤͉ͅ ̭̩w̖̰̗̠̲̯̥e̹̜ ͚͉͕̪̹c̨͓͖̺̜̙̙a̟ṇ̞̪̜͙̜̕ ̵̙̖̯̹f̬̖͍̰̘̮̯i͍̦͉̪̪̟̰͞x͈̹͠ ͕̺͚i̹̫̟͎̲t̳͈̘.̷̫̤͙̹̩̱̘.͖͇͕͍̹̰̗.̗̯̘̮̠͎r̢i̫̻̤̳̼̮͔g̼͍̭͚̩̱̣h̡͔̫͔͈ṯ̴̤͇͇̲͈?͏͚̰̣͍͎—Deep down he knew it couldn’t be fixed. But hope pulled him away from all logic thinking.

Dead. He would never feel his soft, warm cheeks against his skull, hear his laughs or play with his cousins hide and seek. And lose every time in purpose to make Papyrus laugh.

The war took him away. It was an accident.

Gaster and his wife cryed their son’s death for one whole moon cycle. In that time, friends came to visit and give condolences.

War didn’t take him away. The humans did. With their grabby hands, stealing armors and putting them on, they made the King confused and made him stab his kid. The whole war was a slaughter, and no one was doing anything to fix it. Even when they tried their best at their job, nobody could be always happy. Too many people, too many lives to spare.

Asgore had killed his child. That was the only truth. It may had been an accident, but that was it. Violence, and more violence. That was the solution of our beloved King. He thought he was his friend. His beloved friend. He could have called him a brother if someone had asked him to.

Incompetent, naive King. Your battles and your crusades took away his happyness. There had to be a way to stop this madness. A way to make everything end…

There was.

There was a way.

If he sat in the throne next to his wife, wouldn’t monsters and humans be more sympathetic ones with the others, seeing a monster and a human sitting in the throne? Wouldn’t that make things easier for everyone?

So he took his decision. He knew the rules of the game he was about to get into. A game played between four walls, with a throne in the middle. There’s no trust, there’s nobody that would help him. There’s nothing written, and the only winner is whoever is the last one standing.

                                                           ***

After a month, Gaster finally got up from his bed and opened the curtain. He kissed his wife in the cheek, softly, and left her sleeping. She looked like an angel, he thought. So sweet.

He walked up to the door, grabbed his robes and put them on. They didn’t annoy him at all: he was used to dressing them and he wasn’t planning on getting rid of them either. He loved those clothes too much.

He put his folder under his arm, opened the door and headed to the castle for another day of hard work.

He smiled.

Long live the King.