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SeasonTale - Chapter 1

THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!!

TW: Contains slight gore and abuse

Masterpost

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He was told to never go to the mountains.

They always captivated him. He would gaze in wonder at how they stretched up to the sky every day without fail. Their mineral chunks worked skillfully together to reach above the dark clouds. The snow that clothed them always made them look like angels and smell like elevation. He envied their strength to continue standing despite the winds that attempted to knock them down. They called to him as if something was there for him.

Circumstances forbade him from venturing there.

“Winter!” A voice boomed behind him.

Winter shuddered. He would hate that voice for the rest of his life. He slowly turned to stare at the creature who attempted to raise him. He hated his father with everything in him, but he couldn’t do anything to fight him.

He was afraid of his father.

The creature loomed over him, his eyes dark, as usual. Unlike Winter’s round skull, his skull stretched upwards, and his snowflake eyes always pierced his soul. He wore a navy Eskimo jacket with black undertones. This creature had his way with the snow, as the fingers—on the dozens of hands he had that appeared and disappeared at command—were always covered in ice, and his head had many snowflake prints on it. He floated off the ground, often to where Winter could see his thin boots. Evil was written all over his face; it wasn’t hard for Winter to know his father was horrid.

“Winter!Gaster,” Winter replied in the most stoic tone he could muster, refusing to show his anger towards his dad. He was never allowed to call his father ‘dad’ or the latter. It was always Winter!Gaster, or W!Gaster for short. Winter knelt on his knees, bowing to the king of the Winter Kingdom, enraged that he would never inherit the throne himself.

“Did you take care of them?” His voice boomed in Winter’s head. W!Gaster’s eyes narrowed as he lifted his head and looked down at Winter!Sans.

“Yes, sir, their bodies were buried successfully,” Winter did his best not to shiver while keeping eye contact. He hated killing people, but he had no choice.

W!Gaster turned away. “Good,” he smiled wickedly. “I have a meeting today. I would like you to—” he paused. “No, you’re required to attend.”

Winter rolled his eyes, shoving down his emotions once more. He didn’t want to sit with all the Gasters again. All of them reminded him too much of W!Gaster. He wondered if they would all be there. Summer!Gaster most likely would, the mad scientist—and ruler of the Summer Kingdom—never missed a moment to converse with his father. Spring!Gaster and Fall!Gaster would show up if they saw a need to. W!Gaster didn’t expect much from the slave master and thief anyway.

He just hoped HE wouldn’t show up.

“Are you coming, you waste of air?” W!Gaster barked, not turning toward his son.

Winter gazed at his hands, trying his best to remain still as the blood stained them. He couldn't afford to deal with his emotions now since he knew they would make him weak. Winter was aware that he fought to stay alive and follow orders. Orders that would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life. “Yes sir,” his stoic gaze locked on W!Gaster as he followed right behind him.

“Look at what you’ve done!”

“You’re a psychopath!”

“How could you?! We trusted you!”

“WINTER!” W!Gaster’s voice broke through the screams in his head as he slapped him across the face. “Pay attention, idiot!”

Winter nodded apologetically, snapping back into the cruel reality he lived in.

“You looked stupid during that entire meeting,” W!Gaster rolled his eyes. “Did you even hear what the others said about your potential?”

Winter didn’t meet his eyes. “I did, sir.”

“Well, what do you think?”

Winter despised that particular question. W!Gaster seemed indifferent to his opinion. His father only seemed interested in knowing his plans through his son's words. Winter loathed the designs that the Gasters discussed for his future. They were dreadful, awful, and gruesome. They intended for him to become the most skilled assassin of those who dared to defy them in SeasonTale.

“I’m taking your silence as an agreement,” Winter wasn’t surprised by the Gaster's response. “Rest up; you’ll need your energy for tomorrow. You will be attempting to hunt down the rebels again.”

Winter gave his salutations before he civilly ran up the stairs. Once out of sight, he booked it to his room and locked the door behind him.

A soft wind blew the white curtains into his room. A large window before him was open, creaking from the storm's aftermath. The room was dusty, musky, and smelled of books and metal polish. The room had little to no light, causing an eerie feel to the area. A small pile of snow lay below the window and in front of the bed frame, an extravagant throne that Winter laid his head on every week or so if he could rest. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, and he couldn’t remember the last time he slept through the night.

He placed his swords in the barrel next to the door before setting his notebooks that he wasn’t supposed to have on his desk. The picture of his father loomed over the desk with his big icy crown resting on his head. There was a slight tear in the photo, and behind it showed the rebel leaders. Winter never learned their names, but they looked like lovely leaders. They had fur like the Winter!Toriel and Winter!Asgore, but their outfits included all of the seasons. It reminded Winter how badly he wanted to visit the other seasonal kingdoms.

Tears started to flow from his eyes. He cursed and hit himself for it, but the sobs escaped his throat. Everything in his chest tightened as his head felt like it was about to explode. His hands shook as he went over to the snow below the window and rubbed his hands in them, desperately trying to get the blood off them. He rubbed his hands until the blood became wet again, trailing off his hands into the snow. The snow turned into a crimson-red liquid as it melted through the wooden floor. He stumbled back, his gaze disrupted by the water flowing from his eyes as he laughed between sobs. His hands were white bone again, giving him a brief moment of innocence from the lives he took earlier that day.

He hated killing. He hated hearing the screams of innocent people rush through his head as he drove his knives through them. He didn’t understand why he had to kill them either. W!Gaster only told him that their incompetence to follow orders was punishable by death. He didn’t know what those big words meant, as he was never taught in school. He didn’t go to school at all, W!Gaster said he was too young to. His father suggested he could go to school when he was seven.

He obeyed his father like a puppy would its master. He desperately wanted to be independent and for his father to be proud of him. However, he was never given the chance to prove his independence. W!Gaster watched everything that he did. What he read and wrote, who he interacted with, and how much he was outside. There was no life without W!Gaster, but the constant torment, abuse, and daunting tasks lit a firey anger towards him, and he wanted nothing more than to escape.

But he didn’t know how.

Winter Sans wiped his tears from his skull before he collapsed on the bed, using his forbidden magic to move his books into the desk drawer. He would have to return those tomorrow if he could find the time and if he could sneak out properly. Thankfully, Winter!Toriel—the librarian—understood his situation. She was the one who told him W!Gaster was evil and taught him how to read. Before her, Winter obeyed everything W!Gaster told him to do without remorse. She showed him what an evil person he was, and ever since then, he hated his father. She told him she had a surprise for him tomorrow. Winter promised to try his best to get to the library without getting caught.

His tears had finally stopped. Winter felt his soul harden like ice as he stared at the cloudy sky. His ceiling was glass, which he didn’t like. He tried not to drown in self-pity. I have to do the dirty work… he thought. I don’t want to hurt people… I just want him to be proud of me.

He debated over and over in his head what he wanted more: his father’s approval or to do the right thing. He didn’t want to question his father, as he had no idea what he would do without him. How could he survive in the big scary world without someone to look after him? And that doesn’t involve someone dying…

His thoughts raced as the night endured. He figured he wouldn’t get much sleep. It would often hurt his head and affect his eyesight; he didn’t know how to tell W!Gaster that he was having vision problems when he got hit in the head or was slapped. He grunted, gripping his head. Why does my entire life involve him?! Why can’t I just be free? He broke into a fit of rageful sobs, pounding his bed. The screams started to come back again; if he fell asleep, they would become much more vivid. He got up and paced around his room quietly, clenching his head harder and harder until his vision blacked out. He fell onto the floor, unable to see anything.

Visions of his father hurting him and Winter hurting others flashed through his mind, leaving him paralyzed on the ground. His body shook like he had hypothermia. He couldn’t move, nor did he want to move. Winter wanted the pain to be over, he wanted to be done with it all, and he hadn’t even reached his seventh birthday.

I can’t take this anymore… Winter shuddered, curling up into a ball on the ground. I have to escape, I have to flee. I don’t want to kill or train to kill anymore…

His vision slowly returned as the picture on his wall became less blurry; he fixated on the two goats. Somehow, they’re caring gaze gave him a glimmer of hope, hope for him and his future.

For that brief moment, he felt at peace when he stared at the photo behind his father’s photo. He felt as if he was an innocent boy, able to be redeemed. He felt like he wasn’t so lost and broken that forgiveness was unimaginable for him. For a moment, he felt like a child, and he felt… happy.

Reality came back to him with a thud as a loud Gaster Blaster was shot downstairs. He reached for that feeling of hope, but it slipped right out of his fingers. His soul thumped in his chest as the screams returned as he wished once more that he could escape, and a single thought echoed through his mind.

Am I ever going to heal?

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voidscattered · 1 month

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Chekilli glanced over at Wing in concern. Looking at him, now knowing things he’d gone through and especially so how he thought of himself . . . It hurt. He hurt very much for him and he just . . . he’d do anything to take all that away from him. To take away all of Wing’s pain, all of the things that had hurt him. He doubted even wishing could do much for that, at least not immediately, but there were things he could do that might be able to at least start the natural process of healing. Such as counteracting those false and horrifying thought processes and just . . . covering him with as much love as he could possibly give him.

His staring was noticed, though, and he smiled softly at Wing as the other turned to look at him and smile back. Gosh, even just seeing that smile again, after hundreds of years, was enough to make him start to tear up again. He moved closer and gave him a hug, just . . . extremely happy to just have him back again. He’d thought he’d lost him . . . and yet here he was in front of him, alive, and in his arms.

After a bit he pulled away from the hug with a fond smile, before his expression morphed into something serious. “. . . We need to talk, Wing.”

Gaster shifted uncertainly under his creator’s gaze. Did something happen? Did he do something wrong? Stars, had he already done something wrong so soon after reuniting with Chekilli? Did he not like that he and Pearl had a soul bond after all? Was he mad at him? He, he’d become too comfortable in the Underground, acting as if he was anything other than his creator’s assistant simply because his creator hadn’t been around to be assisted, and now he must have annoyed him or stars forbid angered him by doing something wrong. What in the world was wrong with him?

Chekilli scanned Wing’s face, extremely concerned at the alarm and even fear he saw in there. What had they done to him? “Hey,” he said softly, lifting his hand to cup the skeleton’s face. “Hey, hey, Wing. It’s okay. You’re not in trouble or anything. Nothing’s wrong. You’re more than good, actually.”

Gaster hesitated. Had . . . had he really done nothing wrong? Then what did Chekilli want to talk to him about?

His creator sighed. “You know I love you, right?”

“OF COURSE . . .” Where was this going? Why would he preface with this if Gaster had done nothing wrong? What was going on?

“. . . I’ve been told you don’t exactly think the best of yourself.”

He froze. How did he find out about that, he wasn’t supposed to find out about that. He knew it sounded bad and he hadn’t wanted to worry him, even if he felt it to be true. Had . . . had Pearl told him? She was the only one who really knew much about it that Chekilli had met. And she’d told him multiple times over that it wasn’t true so of course she’d talk to his creator about it. Stars . . .

Wing’s expression told Chekilli all he needed to know. Not only was it confirmation that this was in fact a thing, but also that Wing hadn’t been expecting him to know about it and likely had had no intention of telling him. Both of which were incredibly concerning. How long had this been going on? How long had he been suffering through all of this? How long?

He dropped his hand from Wing’s face, instead taking both of his hands in his and squeezing them earnestly. “You’re worth just as much as any other person, Wing. You’re worth just as much as me, as Grillby, as your sons, as Pearl, as everyone else. That is an objective fact.” He hesitated, then asked, “. . . What makes you think you’re so much less than everyone else?”

Gaster hesitated, not . . . not really sure what to do with what was being said. Pearl had already gone over this with him, but it still didn’t exactly feel true and right now, face-to-face with his creator, he didn’t really believe it. Especially not that he was worth as much as Chekilli was. But he was asked a question by his creator, so he needed to answer it. “. . . I WAS MADE AS YOUR ASSISTANT,” he said slowly, uncertainly. “THAT’S . . . WHAT I AM. I’M JUST . . . SIDE HELP. STARS, I DIDN’T EVEN COMPLETELY COME OUT HOW YOU WANTED . . .” How could he be worth as much as everyone else? How could he be worth as much as Chekilli?

Well. That was extremely concerning. “That’s not all your are, though. Geez, Wing, if all I’d wanted was an assistant I wouldn’t have completely tied up my magic into solely creating and taking care of you for four years. If all I’d wanted was an assistant I’d have just asked someone else in the village.” He squeezed his hands again. “I wanted you, Wing. I wanted you as a person. If anything the assistant thing was just an excuse for me to make you, not the reason. I love you, Wing, for everything that you are. For who you are. Not what you were made for. Put me in the same situation but without a need for someone to help me? I still would have made you. I’d been thinking about you years before I actually started prepping for you. I don’t care what you were made for. And I certainly don’t care that you didn’t come out exactly how I pictured. That’s on me, not you. You were my first monster, Wing, I was inexperienced and I overachieved. So no, I don’t care about that. I care about you. I care about you, and who you are now, not what I initially imagined you to be.”

Gaster had . . . well, he had no idea how to respond to any of that, left speechless at the whole thing. But as his creator kept talking, tears pricked at his eyes, and he quickly started wiping them away. Stars, he did not need to start crying in front of Chekilli. But he had no idea what to do with this, this utter and complete love that he was giving him, with words completely contradictory to what he’d believed for hundreds of years now. Instead of everything he’d been worrying about upon Chekilli discovering that something was wrong with him, instead of the annoyance, and disappointment, all he got was just . . . just pure love, and he had no idea what to do with that. Stars, if he could just not. CRY, though.

His attempts at wiping away his tears were stopped when Chekilli grabbed his wrists. “It’s okay, Wing. You can cry. Nothing’s wrong with crying, and nothing’s wrong with you. I love you, Wing, with all of my heart.”

Gaster hesitated, then fell into a hug with him, crying softly into his shoulder. Stars, he just . . . he did not deserve having Chekilli as his creator. He really didn’t. But he was so, so lucky to have him. He could still scarcely believe that he’d just been so . . . accepting of him and everything he’d done wrong. And loving. He had no idea what to do with it.

“It’s okay, Wing,” Chekilli said softly, holding his son close. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here for you now, and I love you. Nothing’s going to happen to you here.” As he listened to his tears, his expression hardened, staring into the distance. How dare they do this to Wing. How dare they hurt him like this. He hoped, for their sakes, that none of the Monster Hunters were still alive, because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back if he ever came across them again.

When Wing finally pulled away, he gave him a soft smile, then paused. “. . . You know, being an assistant was never an obligation, but if you’re having so much trouble with this, then I formally release you from the purpose you were made for.”

Gaster spluttered, startled at the declaration. “WHA- YOU- YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

“Says who? I’m the one who created you, aren’t I? I can get rid of or change your purpose as I please. So it’s gone now! Goodbye! No more of this assistant stuff! Your new purpose is to just be yourself, with the addition of taking care of yourself, and that’s it.”

Gaster opened and closed his mouth several times, wanting to say something against that but not finding any words or reasoning to back him up. Chekilli wasn’t wrong, he was his creator, he could just do that. But he had no idea how to respond to it.

His purpose was to be himself? What was he supposed to do with that? So much of himself and how he thought of himself was based around being an assistant, being someone who helped. What was he supposed to do now? Who . . . Who was he without that? He looked at him helplessly. “I . . . I DON’T . . . KNOW . . . HOW . . . ?”

Chekilli frowned. “. . . You don’t know how for which part?”

“I . . . I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SET MYSELF APART FROM MY PURPOSE . . . UH, MY . . . PREVIOUS PURPOSE?” That was . . . That was really weird to think about, that he wasn’t supposed to act as that anymore. He. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

Well that was concerning. “. . . Well, let’s see. The Wing I know is in love with the night sky. He’s very curious and likes learning new things and takes very well to it. He’s fascinated with magic. He’s a very caring person, to all creatures. And apparently he’s quite accomplished if he’s now the top scientist amidst all monsters. Wing, you’re so much more than what your purpose has been. You’re so much apart from that. And I love you for that. Not because of what you’ve done to fulfill your purpose, but because of who you are.”

Gaster . . . supposed . . . But he still wasn’t sure what to do with all that, so he latched onto the one thing he did know he could respond to. “BECOMING THE ROYAL SCIENTIST WAS SHEER LUCK. I WAS JUST IN THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME, AND THERE WEREN’T MANY MONSTERS LEFT TO COMPETE. THAT WASN’T ME.”

What . . . Was Wing’s first reaction to a compliment immediately denying it? He was just getting a worse and worse picture of how badly he was in this thought process . . . “Wing, you figured out how to make magic artificially. You created something that allowed monsters to thrive in a situation designed to stifle them into dust. And who knows what else you’ve made? That was you, Wing. That is you. And none of that is staying on the sidelines as a mere assistant to everybody else.”

Gaster hesitated. Was that true? Was that him, unconnected to his purpose? Was it good for him to not be connected to it? It was what he was made for, after all . . . But Chekilli was changing that now. He was giving him a new purpose. And he still felt like he was flailing without a grip to latch onto. “E- . . EVEN IF ALL THAT IS TRUE, HOW . . . HOW WOULD I EVEN TURN THAT INTO A PURPOSE? HOW . . . WHAT WOULD I EVEN DO?”

“You do whatever you want to do, Wing. Do what you enjoy. And don’t try to help others more than you’re able. I’m not telling you to never help them, helping people is part of your personality, but you don’t have to put them above yourself, and especially not to the point of actually harming yourself.”

“BUT WHAT IF THEY NEED IT?” Gaster said immediately. “I CAN’T JUST LEAVE THEM WITHOUT HELP IF THEY NEED IT.” And he still felt like he wasn’t really worth that much . . . Pearl, Chekilli, and his therapist had been trying to tell him otherwise, but it still felt like . . .

“If they need it, and if helping would result in harming you, then ask somebody else to help instead. It’s okay to let others help instead. And if it’s not an immediate problem, then you could also just wait until you’re doing better, until you can handle it without being hurt by it yourself. And along those lines, it’s okay to let others help you. You don’t have to do things by yourself. Humans and monsters are social creatures, Wing. We’re not meant to go through things on our own. It’s okay to let others help you, too. Okay?”

“I . . . I . . . O-OKAY.” He . . . couldn’t really figure out any other excuses, and he still wasn’t sure what to do with this. Suddenly changing his purpose . . . That was a big change, and he hadn’t been expecting it, much less prepared for it. He . . . was going to need some time to process it. He was supposed to just . . . be himself? That was it? Be himself and take care of himself? Stars . . .

Chekilli smiled softly at him, squeezing his hands before letting him go. “Good.” He knew releasing him from his purpose wouldn’t stop him from wanting to help others; of course not, that was ingrained into his very being. He’d intentionally made him a very kind person who liked to help. But he didn’t want him to consider himself lower than others because of it, and especially not less of a person.

He didn’t even know how much this would help. It had to be a deeply ingrained thought process if it had lasted for so long and was as bad as Pearl seemed to think. But hopefully getting rid of his purpose like that would at least kick the logic out from underneath it and start that process of healing.

He really shouldn’t have overachieved with Wing, if the results had given him this much insecurity over himself. Well, no, most of this had come from what the Monster Hunters had done to him, but he had no idea if Wing had ever been feeling any bit of this even before the war and simply hadn’t said anything. He hoped he hadn’t . . .

“. . . Wing, be honest with me. Even before the war, had I ever done anything that ever gave you any impression that any of this, this thinking lesser of yourself was true?”

“WHAT? NO, NO, YOU WERE . . . YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN AMAZING, CHEKILLI. YOU NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG.”

He scanned his face, wishing they’d still had the soul bond so he could actually tell whether he was being truthful on this or not. Knowing how his son thought of himself currently, Chekilli was worried that he was simply saying that to avoid making him feel bad. “Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? Don’t worry about my feelings. I just want to know if there’s anything I need to avoid in the future. I don’t ever want to hurt you, Wing, and if I ever did in the past then I want to know.”

“IT’S FINE, CHEKILLI. YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING.” He never felt less before the war. The war is what opened his eyes to his flaws. Or . . . or . . . it’s what . . . gave him . . . false ideas . . . ? Everyone he’d talked to about it seemed to think they were false, anyway . . . They certainly didn’t feel false . . .

“. . . Okay. Okay, good. Just . . . tell me if I ever do, alright? Or, if you can’t bring yourself to, then tell someone else.” He was well aware of the potential power imbalance between creator and created - heck, he’d just used that to change Wing’s purpose, though hopefully for the better - and he didn’t want that to tip into something bad. And communication was key to prevent that from happening.

“. . . OKAY. I’LL TRY.”

“Good. Thank you, Wing.”

The two of them fell silent for a moment, simply . . . enjoying each other’s presence. It had been a very long time since they’d seen each other, after all, and it was just . . . it was really nice to just be with each other again. Neither had thought the other was still alive, and it was incredible to have each other back again.

But the whole creator/created thing was bothering Chekilli still. The dynamic really didn’t seem to be helping things, and while he didn’t view Wing as something he could just . . . do whatever he wanted with because he was his own thing he created, and he absolutely didn’t view him as property, it was starting to seem like Wing might be viewing him as such, as someone who held that kind of control over him, and that was extremely concerning. Was there any way they could change that? Like he had with Wing’s purpose? Any way to get rid of that? Well . . . the only thing actually tying the two of them together, the soul bond, was already gone. Maybe bring his attention to that? And to the way Chekilli viewed him?

“. . . Hey, Wing,” he ventured.

“MM?”

“You’re free now. Well, you were never required to do anything due to being someone I created, but since you seem to be having trouble with this: I’m officially setting you free. It’s not like we have the soul bond anymore, anyway, so consider that the symbol of us breaking that relationship.”

“I-I, WHAT? WHAT- BUT- YOU STILL ARE THE ONE WHO CREATED ME. THAT’S NOT A THING THAT CAN BE CHANGED.”

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean the dynamic has to be the same. Besides, that was never how I viewed you. I never thought of you as something I could just do whatever I wanted with. You know how I thought of you? How I still think of you?”

“. . . HOW?”

He leaned forward, squeezing his hands. “As my son.”

Gaster froze, then looked away. He knew Pearl had been very insistent on that, but it still didn't feel right. There was a difference, between a monster and a child. "I’M NOT YOUR SON, CHEKILLI.”

“And why not?” he asked, slightly indignant. “It may have been by a different mechanism, but you came from my magic, and I raised you and took care of you as my own.” His gaze softened, and he cupped Wing’s face again. “I’ve always thought of you as my son, Wing. Always. Nothing is going to change that. That’s who you are to me.”

Stars, even Chekilli was being insistent about this. But that . . . that wasn’t what he was. That wasn’t at all what he was. How could he . . . How could he place him on such a high level? “WH . . . WHY? HOW? I DON’T . . . I DON’T DESERVE THAT TITLE, CHEKILLI. THAT’S NOT WHAT I AM. I’M JUST YOUR MONSTER.”

“Deserve- You absolutely deserve it, Wing! This isn’t- This isn’t something based on merit. There isn’t a way to not deserve it. It’s just what you are. It’s what you’ve always been to me.” He pulled him back into a hug. “I love you, Wing, and I absolutely consider you my son. Please, Wing. Please.”

Gaster wasn’t expecting the hug. Nor . . . nor everything that Chekilli had just told him. He was . . . he was absolutely being serious about this, wasn’t he? He had no idea what to do with that, incredulous as to the very idea of it. What was he supposed to . . . His son? He . . . He really thought of him that highly? That was . . . That was a lot, and he started to cry again, clinging to Chekilli as he did. How could he just . . . be so kind like this? He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t. But . . . he couldn’t deny how good it made him feel, to be considered as such. Even if it was hardly believable.

Eventually, Chekilli pulled away. “We’re getting rid of this whole creator-created thing, alright? Don’t call me your creator anymore. I’m your dad, now, or any variation of that that you might want to call me. Alright?”

Gaster hesitated, but then . . . slowly nodded. It felt . . . extremely weird, and not-right, but he couldn’t figure out a way to really deny it and get him to not do this. So he just . . . had to accept it.

Thank the stars. Chekilli slid his hands down to take Wing’s, squeezing them gently as he spoke. “Good. Good. I love you Wing. You know that?”

He nodded again, speaking quietly. “. . . I know. I love you, too.”

#postvoidalverse #chekilliverse #drabble #(but also #likestxrlight #)#(this got EXTREMELY long)#(<- those were the original tags and I will now also add #pacexlikexaxghost #I wish tumblr didn't POST THIS instead of saving the draft because I MEANT to put down when this was originally drafted #and now I don't remember #still in 2020 tho of course #and probably before we actually played out them reuniting cuz I had to edit things about the soul bond #and const being called his son not being a new concept to him)#(anyway it's a good thing I WAS planning on posting this today anyway because tumblr did NOT give me a choice)

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cycle-verse · 9 months

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Two weeks later, Error adjusted his outfit before scooping up Pic, whom Stain had helped dress in a little suit. “Hi poof, are you excited?”

Pic looked up at him with a little nod.

Error grinned and kissed his son's head. “It’s not a lot today, but I get to marry your dad,”

Pic stayed quiet, resting his head against Error's chest.

Error rubbed his back.

“I'm gonna hand you to PJ now but you’ll see me soon,” Error gently handed his son to PJ.

In another room, Stain was currently adjusting his dad's bandages before pulling his coat on. “Ready?”

Ink nodded, "I am..."

Stain looped his arm through Inks and grinned

Ink smiled a bit. He was hyped up on painkillers but honestly didn't care.

Stain began to walk with his dad around the same time Gradient and Error were. There wasn’t much of a ceremony. Error had just wanted to do it as soon as they could because things weren’t safe and he wanted to go into the future with his husband.

Ink didn't mind either way, just excited to marry Error.

Error was as well and as soon as he saw Ink, he grinned wider

Ink smiled at him, rather excited, and it was a miracle he didn't decide to run over.

Error fidgeted with his hands and it was obvious he WOULD run over to ink if he could

Ink let Stain guide him over, knowing that he would probably get too excited if he didn't.

Gradient was leading Error too and the boys grinned at each other once they met up, handing Error and ink to each other.

Ink happily switched to hold Error's hands, very excited.

Error smiled at him. He listened faintly to whoever was marrying them, but he focused more on Ink.

Ink did, too, more focused on Error than anything else.

Soon, the I do’s came, and Error said it with speed.

Ink happily said it back, not even waiting for a cue.

Error pulled him into a kiss before pulling away and laughing as the children all echoed, ‘Ewww’

Ink chuckled a bit, tucking his head under Error's.

Error wrapped his arms around Ink.

”I love you,” Error whispered

"I love you too, Ruru," Ink was still smiling.

Error turned to face the kids. Cross was in the small crowd too, grinning at the couple.

”I’m going to let you two have your time, kids, inside!” Cross called.

Ink nodded, letting them go while he moved to squeeze Error in a hug.

Error took Ink's hand and led him just beyond the dome so they could have an uninterrupted view of the stars, just for a moment. He didn’t even see the portal that opened behind him.

Ink was content following Error and looking up with him. He was rather proud of the sky he'd made.

“Well, well, well. Look at the happy couple,” Malevolence hissed and Error turned, pulling Ink behind him

Ink was a little surprised, not expecting to see Malevolence, but also a little pissed.

“Oh calm yourselves. I’m not here to take another wing or your kid,” Malevolence huffed

"But you're still here for something-" Ink moved to stand next to Error. There was no way he'd just stay behind him.

Error still had an arm braced in front of Ink.

“Just your husband, since Nightmare has decided my play toys are now off limits,” Malevolence reached out and attempted to knock Ink out before reaching to wrap Error in his tentacles.

Ink wasn't exactly going to go down without a fight, however, and he didn't have a weapon, so he did the next best thing and summoned a gaster blaster.

Malevolence scowled and reached to attack Ink, leaving Error mostly unharmed although at some point he’d knocked Error out instead of Ink

Ink quickly fired his blaster at Malevolence before summoning another to set off too.

Malevolence dodged and dodged, getting a bit tired out but he wasn’t about to give in

Ink wasn't either, but he only had so much magic on hand, even for someone as strong as him

Malevolence took his time to keep attacking Ink, a tentacle wrapping around the unconscious Error in case he needed to just snatch him and run

And he might've, but that would leave a pissed Ink that would try to follow. Ink was, however, not really guarding his right side, or even paying attention to it.

Malevolence noticed that and attacked on his right side

Ink tried to guard it, but easily failed, and was knocked out pretty easily.

Malevolence grinned and scooped up Error before opening a portal back home, ignoring Ink's body behind him and the scream from Stain, who’d peaked out the door to check on his dads just to see this

~~~

By the time Ink would have woken up, was on the couch. Stain was panicking and yelling somewhere else while PJ sat beside Ink, curled around Pic.

Ink quickly sat up and looked around, trying to figure out if it was just a nightmare that Error had been taken.

“Cross is sending us to live with Uncle Geno…”

PJ whispered, “Stains pissed… papas gone and we aren’t even being allowed to do anything,”

Ink quickly buried his face in his hands, then pulled them away after a minute, "I need to save Ruru-"

“I knew you’d say that… Cross says he’s not letting you go until you’re healed more.” PJ sounded robotic, broken.

"PJ, I can't just leave him-" Ink stood up.

“I know but what help are you to Papa if you’re still really hurt… I don’t want to lose both my parents in one day!”

"I'm barely injured-" Ink seemed distressed, for obvious reasons.

“You lost your wing two weeks ago and you’re still not healed from that,”

"But still- I don't need my wing-"

“But you need just a bit more… I want to save Papa too but not at risk of you… I don’t want to be alone again,”

"PJ, please-"

“Dad. You have nine kids who need you right now… please… at least stay to see us off,” PJ whimpered

Ink took a breath and a moment to rub at his face then nodded, "Alright..."

PJ was crying softly. This was a lot on them, they were the third oldest, and with Stain pissed, and Gradient packing, they’d been left in charge of their six younger siblings.

Ink moved to pull PJ close, "I'm sorry..."

PJ buried their head against his shoulder, “I don’t wanna lose you too! We’re already being made to leave and I don’t wanna lose you!”

"I know, baby, I know..."

PJ just continued to cry as Cross came down the stairs and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” Cross whispered

Ink looked up at him, quietly rocking back and forth with PJ.

“I wish I could have gotten there on time… I’m… I'm coming up with a plan right now but when Error got taken, the dome fell… Geno’s is safer for the kids right now.”

Ink nodded, "I understand..."

“I swear, I will get Error back here,”

Ink nodded, still holding PJ, "I trust you..."

Cross nodded and sighed.

“PJ…” Cross whispered and PJ just shook their head

"If you need to go, baby... it's ok..."

“I don’t wanna leave you,” PJ whispered. “We aren’t leaving until tomorrow, but you need to pack,”

"Go pack, baby... I'll still be here..."

PJ softly nodded and got up, slowly trudging upstairs. Cross sighed and wiped away a few tears that had been constantly falling for a while now.

Ink let them go before quietly looking at the ground.

“I’m so sorry Ink, I should have been there… should have stopped him,” logically Cross couldn’t have been. He’d done amazing, taking control and getting the kids somewhere safe so they could go after Error without risking the kid's safety.

"You took care of the kids for us... that's all you needed to do..."

“But he’s my friend, you’re my friend, I should have saved him,”

"Cross..."

Cross put a hand over his mouth to keep from crying. “I told the council,”

"You did...? What did they say...?"

“I gave them cold damn proof of what Malevolence did but they need fucking witnesses before they’ll do shit… that shit includes a search party for Error,”

"A search party won't save him..."

“Their exact words over the phone were ‘a warned search party sent into suspicious territory’ which essentially would be them telling Malevolence they’re going and then searching his house… it’s all they’ll offer,”

"Which won't save Error... they're only trying to avoid it because Malevolence would kill them..."

“And by the rules, they have to do something so they’ll do the bare minimum,” Cross agreed

"Exactly..."

Cross sighed. “And the only protection the kids have is staying there so I’m taking matters into my own hands… once the kids are safe at Geno’s, I don’t care what you do as long as you stay safe,”

"I'll try, but... I want to get Error back."

“And I understand… just wait till tomorrow… except maybe not near the house since apparently, someone refused to leave claiming he’s old enough!”

“Cause I am!” Stain yelled down the stairs.

"You're 16, Stain, go with Geno."

“No,” Stain shook his head.

“He’s been like this since the Council made a dumb comment about Gradient taking Errors place on the council temporarily,” Cross whispered

"How about neither of them will do that because they're only 16."

Cross sighed, “For now we’ve denied that but you’re his dad and the only one who technically can tell the council no… but I’m just worried about everything because we know how they get.”

"What, do they need a handwritten note?"

“No clue… they’ve literally just fucking teleported people there for meetings before,”

Ink sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose, "Miraculous that they can't just teleport Error out then."

“They give us the same bullshit every time,” he grumbled. “I just think they don’t care enough about Error,”

"They really don't, and that upsets me."

He nodded softly and sighed. “If you go after error. I won’t stop you… just try to come back for these kids. I can’t protect them from the council. Geno can try but if they make the boys take your place, all I can do is sit beside them during meetings…”

"I can try, but no promises, though I can go yell at the council to not make or let Stain and Gradient join."

“You can try but we both know they don’t listen,” he sighed and looked up to see Moku at the staircase. “Hi buddy,”

"I know they don't."

“We can’t find Scar… and usually Papa plays hide and seek to find her,” Moku whispered and Cross cursed

Ink moved to get up, "I can try to find her."

“Are you sure?” Cross asked

Ink nodded, heading upstairs.

Like always, Scarlet was hiding somewhere in her room.

Ink went up to her room, "Scarlet?"

There usually would be a little giggle in response but today there was just a tiny sniffle from under the bed.

Ink moved to get down on the floor to look for her, "Baby...?"

“Daddy,” Scarlet whispered, hiccuping. “tell Uncle Cross no. I don’t wanna go,”

"I'm sorry, baby, but you have to."

Scarlet whined a bit. “But there’s no stars at Uncle Geno’s.”

"I know, but it's only for a bit, baby."

“But…” Scarlet crawled back out from under the bed

"I know, I know, but it's for your safety..."

“But this is home… that’s not home, it’s uncle Geno’s home.’

"I know, but it's safer at Uncle Geno's."

“But…” Scarlet just hugged him.

Ink wrapped his arms around her, gently rubbing her back.

“We’ll come back right?”

"Of course..."

Scarlet nodded softly. “Gray packed my bag…”

"That's ok..."

Scarlet sighed and looked around as if checking that Gradient got everything

Ink let her, not minding that she did.

Scarlet moved when she spotted one thing he’d forgotten and held it up to show him. It was a puppet of Error that Error had made, “Here… cause you miss papa too,”

Ink very carefully took it, "Oh... thank you, baby..."

Scarlet nodded and gulped “I miss him too but I'm sure Moku can let me hug his plushie papa. You don’t have one,”

"I know, but it's your puppet. You keep it, baby."

“Are you sure?”

"I'm sure, baby. Don't worry."

#ink sans #ink!sans #error sans #error!sans #undertale au #cycleverse #gradient #stain #scarlet #moku #cycle!ink #cycle!error #cycle!nightmare #malevolence #nightmare!sans #nightmare #ink #error #errorink

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sin-cognito · 1 year

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Kustard week 2023 day 3: the Emperor's New Clothes

Wordcount: 1077

~Too late was the Emperor when he realized he had been tricked~

@kustardweek

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Going through the motions of parking the luxury car, getting into the special elevator that went all the way to the penthouse at the top floor of the building, then politely knocking on the door and waiting to be let in was now a matter of daily habit for Red. It had been so for a little over half a year ago, when he was hired to be Mr. Gaster's personal full time chauffeur. He would do this every morning to drive his boss to a nearby coffee shop that he fancied, before either driving him to the Gaster Company headquarters or some other important business meeting held at another important building. On very rare occasions, Mr. Gaster's sons would be accompanying him, but Red wasn't allowed to even make eye contact with them, much less talk with either.

Mr. Gaster was known to be incredibly protective of his heirs, Sans and Papyrus, especially the oldest one. They rarely left the penthouse and when they did, Mr. Gaster would usually keep them around, to make sure that no harm would befall them. It wasn't Red's place to judge how one of the richest monster in the country protected his sons of course, but having a little brother himself, Red thought that Mr. Gaster’s constant hovering was a little... extreme. There was protecting and then there was smothering.

Then again, no one in their right mind would try to kidnap Edge and ask Red a ransom. Not because Red was particularly poor, no, his job as the personal chauffeur to the crazy rich Gaster family paid well enough. No, that was just because Edge would simply bite anyone's head off who would try to do anything stupid. He was a no nonsense kind of skeleton.

Today was different however. He had done the little car parking, special elevator, door knocking and waiting dance like usual, as his regular schedule to get Mr. Gaster to a special appointment at a high end tailor shop that Red was more than familiar with, so his boss could get himself a new, fitted suit. Mr. Gaster had told him to wait in the car until the fitting was done, and the clerk had informed him that it might take a while since he wanted to make sure Mr. Gaster's new suit was perfect.

So naturally, Red had retreated to the car, and then slammed his foot on the gas and rushed back to his boss' penthouse, where he now found himself again. This time, the routine was slightly different.

He had parked the car and taken the elevator, but he didn't knock nor did he wait. He didn't need to for you see, he had a special key.

He made his way in, silently going through the corridors he wasn't supposed to know but had visited many times now, and finally reached the door he was interested in.

Only then did he complete the ritual.

"knock knock," he said, his knuckles rasping on the deep auburn mahogany. "mr. sans, your father is being held at the tailor shop. i've been informed that it might take a while."

There was some noise from the other side, then silence, and then the door slammed open and a small skeletal hand grabbed the tie around Red's neck and pulled. Red was forced to take a few steps forwards so as not to lose his balance, all the way to the bed. He fell forward when the monster in front of his let himself drop on the bed, barely managing to not collapse with all his might onto the smaller skeleton's body underneath him.

"careful, now," he playfully admonished as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the monster under him.

"you didn’t even let me say 'who's there'. also, mr. sans?" Said monster asked like it was a dare.

"what, you don't like it?" Red shot back, eyesockets half lidded and a purr rumbling in his chest as he admired the view of Sans sprawled on the bed in a thin white shirt, barely awake from a nap.

"i didn't say that. mr. chauffeur."

Stars, Red loved this little skeleton so damn much.

They had been very secretly together for less than 3 months, but Red was already so smitten with him it wasn't even funny. He didn't even mind that he had to bend over backwards and risk his job by tricking Mr. Gaster just so that they could get a couple hours here and there to enjoy each other's company. It was worth it.

Sans was worth it.

Red hummed. He loved that impish look on Sans, and he couldn't resist bending down for a kiss that the smaller skeleton immediately reciprocated, before he suddenly seemed to remember something and panicked to push Red away.

"papyrus-!" He began but Red cut him off.

"is spending the day with miss undyne. your father mentioned it on the car ride."

Sans visibly relaxed and his earlier grin came back. He lazily draped an arm around Red's shoulders.

"and my father?" He asked, wanting to make sure the head of the family wouldn't disrupt them in the middle of a... situation.

He didn't need to worry about that.

"my brother will keep him busy at the tailor shop. edge's a little shit but he's got my back when it comes to keeping your daddy away so we can have a little fun," Red purred, already bending down to kiss Sans' neck. "and he has his pride as a high end tailor shop owner. he'd never half ass a customer's suit."

As much as Red loved to tease his little brother for being such a perfectionist, he couldn't help but admit that he was of incredible help in keeping Red's boss occupied and buying time so that Red and Sans could be together for a few hours. Red made a mental note to buy him some Mettaton merch later.

"how long?" Sans asked between two gasps. Red was relentless on his neck and it was starting to show.

"couple hours."

Sans hummed before he flipped their positions over so he could straddle Red's lap. He kept eye contact with Red as he crawled backwards and down Red's body, only stopping when he reached Red's crotch, where a ruby glow was shining from within the confines of his dress pants.

"let's not waste time then," he said as he opened the fly.

#Cognito fic #Kustard #Kustard Week 2023 #Sans #Red #UF!Sans #Sans/UF!Sans #SFW

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Hello, idk if you've done this yet but since the last ask about the mob skeletons, I've been wondering what are the horror skeletons' reactions to finding their soulmate and if they all share the same one, how do they feel about it?

Well I believe the post you're referencing is actually from an abandoned story. That's not really how the mob skeletons would react to meeting their SOULmate normally, just how they would react in that context. (Mc, their SOULmate, is dead and hanging on by a thin thread that Guns forcibly wrapped around her SOUL.)

But I'll still answer. Just had to say that for clarification.

Grey (Horrortale Sans) is thrilled honestly. He.. honestly didn't think he'd ever be lucky enough to have one, much less be able to find them. He does.. feel a little bad they're stuck with him, but he's still content. And he'd be happy to share, with his brother. Thinks that'd probably be for the best honestly! Not so much anyone else. Sharing with his dad... that's weird.

Lunar (Horrortale Papyrus) would be thrilled too. He shares the same doubts as his brother, but he's better at masking it. He doesn't mind sharing either, he'd be delighted that his wonderful SOULmate has so many people that care for them. But also... he'd prefer it's just him and his brother. Less nerve wracking that way.

Teddy (Horrortale Gaster) is just happy to have someone. He'd probably be a bit clingy, and worried about scaring them, but happy after being stuck in the void for so long. But he'd... pretty much not infer if his sons have the same SOULmate as him. He won't get in their way.

Brick (Horrorfell Sans) is practically in tears, but he probably startles his SOULmate on first meeting. His brother will probably have to explain what's going on to them and why he's basically crowding them. He'd be more than happy to share with his brother, but only him. He'd rather dust his father for real than share anything with him.

Birch (Horrorfell Papyrus) is..... a bit overwhelmed. He's pretty happy and content to find them, but he doesn't actually really know what to.. do. Or how to go about this. He does think they'd be better off with someone else, but it's.. Well, he'll see where it goes. He wouldn't mind sharing with his brother, but not his father.

Brass (Horrorfell Gaster) is ecstatic. He's been alone for so long, he's so happy to find his SOULmate. Someone who couldn't leave, or so he thinks. He will not share however, with anyone. And it's... pretty overwhelming for his SOULmate.

Stone (Horrorswap Sans) is very happy. He feels very fortunate and maybe a bit.. unworthy, but that's just a passing feeling. He wasn't expecting them, but how could he not accept if they're willing too? He wouldn't mind sharing, as long as they make time for him too.

Silence (Horrorswap Papyrus) is in a bit of.. disbelief. He can't believe he actually has one, nor that they'd really be willing to be with or get to know him. He may unintentionally put up a bit of a wall between them. He's not much of a fan of the idea, but he'll share. He'll really only want to with his family though.

Bird (Horrorswap Gaster) is a bit in shock, but also a bit... uncaring? I wouldn't say he isn't happy to find them, but he's not really.. all there? Well, he'd actually find it a good thing that he shares his SOULmate with others. He tends to disappear for long amounts of time, so they'll have others to distract them from his absence.

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans) is kind of relieved, but also a little wary. He's definitely going to charm and get to know them, but it'll take a bit before he feels close to them. But he's happy to have found them all the same. He won't share with his father though, he'd rather kill the bastard officially and be done with him. And he'd only be willing to actually share with a select few people, after extensive talk about it. His brother definitely though.

Wolf (Horrorswapfell Papyrus) is really happy, though he may not seem like it. But he'd act so casual that it seems like he expected this to happen all along. He feels incredibly lucky and can't believe this is actually happening. He wouldn't mind sharing.

Wraith (Horrorswapfell Gaster) "doesn't care." He's more annoyed than anything, but mainly by the way he's desperate to cling to them. He doesn't want to care, but he simply does. He won't share either, absolutely not.

Sunny (Horror G!Sans) is absolutely delighted! He's very happy to find them! What a stunning person, and they're his too. What luck! He wouldn't mind sharing them, after all they're so wonderful. Anyone would be lucky to have them by their side!

Briar (Horror G!Papyrus) is kinda shocked. He'll be a confused concoction of distancing himself from them, at least as much as the bond can take, and being overwhelmingly protective to the point no one with even a drop of ill intent will be able to get within a mile of them. His SOULmate will be getting a lot of mixed messages. He'd actually be relieved for them to have multiple SOULmates, especially if one was his brother.

Poppy (Horrorlust Sans) is actually a bit overwhelmed by the realization. He'd likely avoid them for a certain time, as long as he can take. Simply because.. he doesn't know what to do about it. He doesn't know how actual relationships work and there's no damn way he wants to be touched by anyone he doesn't know anymore. But then there's the opposite feeling of wanting them now. He'd be relieved to share them with someone else, mainly so he can figure out what the fuck to do.

Rose (Horrorlust Papyrus) feels pretty much the same as Poppy does. He confused and full of conflicting feels. An overwhelming sense of relief and curiosity, but also a lot of dread and apprehension. He wants to figure it out though, and get to know them. After all, this is the person that was supposedly made for him. They wouldn't hurt him, right? He wouldn't mind sharing either, it'd be a bit of a relief.

Dahlia (Horrorlust Gaster) is actually pretty happy. He's not as reserved as his sons, he'd be pretty happy to dive right in and welcome them with open arms. He's very curious about them, wants to get to know everything about them. He'd be happy to share too, and help his sons get comfortable with them.

#one thing about the gasters is that they're all intensely lonely after being stuck in the void #they're mostly happy to have someone finally #horrortale!sans grey #horrortale!papyrus lunar #horrortale!gaster teddy #horrorswap!sans stone #horrorswap!papyrus silence #horrorswap!gaster bird #horrorfell!sans brick #horrorfell!papyrus birch #horrorfell!gaster brass #horrorswapfell!sans pitch #horrorswapfell!papyrus wolf #horrorswapfell!gaster wraith #horrorlust!sans poppy #horrorlust!papyrus rose #horrorlust!gaster dahlia #horror gaster!sans sunny #horror gaster!papyrus briar

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Forgotten Perseverance - Chapter 9

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The confrontation with Doggo, made Kath realize how great hatred of people can be. The girl can't deal with it and doesn't want to burden the Windings family with more worries. But Sans sees that something is wrong. Although he himself does not know how to help Kath, he knows a person who will do a great job in this role.

I've already lost count of the time. I don't know what day it is. In the Underground they have a different calendar. The days are the same, but the dates are different. I am not able to tell what day it is on the Surface. Just is it important now?

Sans repeats that I should not lose hope. Someday I will come to the Surface. He says this when we are alone. So that no one can hear that I am afraid. I don't know if I will get my future back. Whether I will ever see my friends again. They probably blame themselves for what happened that day. So do I. I regret so many things. I feel like I'm carrying more and more weight, and it's slowly starting to overwhelm me. Sans doesn't know it, but he sees that something is happening. He just is. It's like he's giving me some silent support, but he doesn't expect me to open up.

I think he just wants to show me that way, that I'm not alone. He usually starts talking about the stars. I guess it's his way of warding off bad thoughts. Stars. Hope that keeps him in his senses. Probably like most of the monsters in the Underworld.

The dream that one day they will see the Surface. These conversations somehow help. I would like to one day tell him how I feel. I have a feeling that they understood me. Only for now I can't gather the courage.

Everyone is trying to make me feel wanted. I guess I'm not as good at hiding my emotions as I thought. Or they are just trying to be nice to me. That day as we returned from our “excursion” I was able to find out what Mr. Gaster had talked about with Sans in the morning. We came back tired. Mr. Gaster was waiting for us in the kitchen. He was peeling about the plat, sipping coffee. He put the cup down as soon as he saw us.

"And how was the trip?" Dr. Gaster asked, coming up to us.

We looked at each other a little confused. No one knew what to answer. What could we supposedly say? We almost started a fight in the middle of the road? Sans fighting with some monster? The guards don't give a damn about their duties? Fortunately, Papyrus saved us. He immediately started telling what good hamburgers he ate from Grillby. Too enthused to say anything else. Unless the little guy is smarter than I thought and well aware of his innocence. Dr. Gaster lifted his younger son in his arms.

"So I am to understand that you enjoyed it,” he announced, and Papyrus hugged him." Well, I think it's time to clean up the studio,” Dr. Gaster added, putting his son down. Slightly disappointed Papyrus stepped back." Perhaps you can help me?”

I didn't have time to answer anything. Honestly, I would rather rest then help. Unfortunately, it is not appropriate to refuse.

"Sure" replied Sans, heading towards the stairs." Come on, we'll make it quick and we can watch some movie,” he added, walking up the stairs.

"Let's go,” said Gaster, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Come on Papy! It won't be so bad!”

"Okay,” replied Papyrus, dragging his feet.

Mr. Gaster's cabinet was located between Sansa's room and Papyrus' room. My parents also had such a cabinet. They usually sat there in the evenings, instead of sitting with me and my sister. The four of us walked to the door, when suddenly Sans put a blindfold on me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, stretching my hands forward reflexively.

"I'm putting on a blindfold,” replied Sans, tying it off. I also heard the creaking of the door and Papyrus' quiet laughter. I didn't really understand it. I didn't even guess what they did for me. I didn't expect it.

“Just why did I need it?" I asked when Sans put his hands on my shoulders.

"Because it's a special cleaning,” he replied, walking forward. I took a few steps forward." Watch the threshold." I took a bigger step, avoiding the obstacle.

"Should I be afraid?" I asked uncertain of what they wanted to show me. It must have been something big if they couldn't show it to me downstairs.

"I don't know. It can make you ashen with electricity if you're careless,” Sans said, letting go of my shoulders.

“Sans,” I heard Gaster's stern voice from the side. I knew that Sans was joking. I had provoked him to it myself. I laughed under my breath." You can already take off Kath's headband,” Gaster added softly." I hope you will like it. I took a deep breath. I put my hands up and then untied the headband from the back of my head. Did he have to make such a knot? Instead of struggling to untie it, I simply slipped it off my head. I took a few steps forward looking around. I saw a room with light-colored walls. Cream-colored. The ceiling, on the other hand, was dark. Navy blue. Small lamps were located on it. They seemed to be hung in messy patterns. I had the impression that they reminded me of something. By the window stood a bed. There was white bedding. Next to it was a tall wooden closet. Opposite it was a desk. On it stood a cup with pencils and pens. There were also several shelves. Part of it was empty, and on the rest stood several books. The same ones I had read with Sans.

"I guess this silence can be taken as admiration,” announced Sans, leaning against a cabinet.

"It's amazing,” I said, continuing to admire the room.

"And you haven't seen the best yet,” said Sans, walking over to the switch.

He turned off the side lights and then turned on the small lights on the ceiling. He was right. It was impressive. The lights were arranged in constellations. There was a big car and a small car. A polar star. Orion and several others. It didn't necessarily reflect the night sky, but it was still wonderful.

" Incredible,” I repeated.

I couldn't find another term. Sans laughed quietly. And Gaster stood at the back with Papyrus.

"Why didn't I know anything?" asked reproachfully Paps, looking at his father.

"Because you're a talker,” replied Sans, walking up to his brother." You don't know how to keep your mouth shut.

The brothers teased like this for a few more minutes. I was grateful to them for this gift. I didn't know how I should repay them. I felt really happy. A corner of one's own is always important. I had a little more privacy with it. I was also able to be alone when I needed it. I was happy, but also sad. I know that Mr. Gaster didn't want to nail me. But my own room made me painfully aware that I would be staying here for a while. Maybe for longer or....

I can't think about it.

...

A few days have passed since the unpleasant encounter with Doggo. Somehow I didn't feel like leaving the house anymore. At least for a while. I didn't want another fight because of me. I bring enough problems to the Windings family anyway. I don't want to add more to them.

I glanced toward the door of Kath's room. She was spending a lot of time in it. Not that I minded. She would just lock herself in there as soon as we started the topic of the Underground tour. She says she's tired or something else. Papyrus didn't notice. He didn't understand it yet. Father was too busy to notice. He said something about the core. They seem to be having trouble stabilizing it. This could have explained the small earthquakes in Hotland and around Waterfall. Unfortunately, no one wanted to say anything. Neither my father nor any of his employees. I didn't really know what to think about this. On the one hand, I was afraid that it was something serious, and on the other hand, my father ran secret projects and was under no obligation to tell me about them. He took his work really seriously.

As time went by, even if I knew about his idea of stabilizing the core I still wouldn't have done anything. I wouldn't have been able to save him and others. I was a child. I don't think even my father predicted that he and his team would die as a result of the accident. They failed. It was the Alphys who managed to find a solution. This is another thing that monsters prefer to keep quiet about.

Katharine really didn't want to leave. Her earlier enthusiasm had dimmed. I understood that, but she couldn't sit in the room all the time. I thought I could get her out somewhere less popular. If she could be persuaded. I didn't want her to lock herself away. She was already lonely enough. I decided to talk to her. Maybe somehow a simple wringing of hands would help her.

At the time, I didn't know what it meant to lose my family. I thought that talking might somehow help. However, all Kath needed at the time was understanding, time and space. The latter I didn't give her much. I thought that occupying her thoughts would somehow help. That's why I talked to her about the stars. I simply tried to be there for her. Nevertheless, I was not successful in persuading her to go out. For this reason, I invited Aplyhs to join us. She was going to drop in for dinner. The doorbell rang. Papyrus immediately broke away from drawing and ran to the door.

A blast of cold air rushed in. I heard Paps and Alphys cheering from the living room.

"Why don't you close this door?" I shouted to them, without taking my eyes off the cookbook. " Do you want to make a snowman in the house or what?

I heard laughter and then a slam. I turned around for a moment glancing at the living room. The lizard and my brother were heading toward the stairs. I guessed that they were going to Katharine. A moment later I heard them all walking downstairs. Alphys poked Kath from time to time, whispering something in her ear. Maybe it was some kind of girl thing? I don't know. She never wrote down what Al told her.

After lunch we spent time in the living room. We mostly changed channels. There was nothing interesting on TV. We had only seven channels in the Underground. Four channels with regional news. One historical, science and children's. After the second round, we decided to play VHS tapes. Papyrus sat at the cabinet, taking out some cassette every now and then.

“And can we watch E.T?" asked Papyrus, holding the cassette in his hands. Looking out of it was a gray wrinkled alien.

“You've already watched it about five times. Aren't you bored with it?" asked Sans, picking himself up against the back of the couch.

“Please!" said Papyrus, making buttery eyes.

At this time Kath and Alphys were talking about something. I paid more attention to them when Kath went upstairs. Papyrus had already managed to put a cassette into the player. He was setting the right parameters without turning his head to us.

“What did she go for?" I asked Alphys, straightening up.

“To get the phone,” said Al, reaching for her bag, which was lying by the couch.

"Whose?" I asked, not knowing what was going on.

I didn't know at the time that Kath had been carrying a phone from the beginning. None of us checked her backpack at the time. We didn't know what she had with her.

"Her,” said Alphys, without even looking at me.

She took out a small pocket knife from her bag. A moment later Kath came down, holding a phone in her hand. She ran over to the couch, handing the lizard woman her phone.

"Are you sure you can fix it? " Katharina asked, looking at Al.

The lizard woman looked at the phone carefully. It had a cracked glass and several dents. Alphys picked up a pocket knife, sliding out a screwdriver. She levered up the back casing, beginning her work.

"Why didn't you ask me to do this?" I asked, leaning back. I looked into the eyes of Kath, who only shrugged her shoulders.

"You know about the stars, I didn't think you also knew about electronics,” replied Kath, straightening up.

“You could have asked,” I said, following the teenager with my eyes. She sat down next to me in an armchair, tucking her legs under her chin.

"You can be quiet,” Alphys silenced us, taking her eyes off the unfolded phone." I'm trying to focus.

Both Kath and I shut up. I wasn't angry that she didn't ask me. I was more a little offended. It was hard for me to say why. However, I had no reason to be angry or anything like that. It was just... It's hard to describe. Maybe I was jealous? I myself am not sure to this day. I just wanted her to come to me with this problem. I was pulled out of my musings by Alphys' voice.

"Fixed,” said the lizard woman, looking at Kath." And what do you think of some improvements?" She asked." For now you only have basic functions and I connected it to our telephone network.

"How much will it cost to use this network?" asked the teenager, looking doubtfully at me and AL. I was surprised by her question. So was our friend. In The Underground, the telephone network is completely free. The King recognized that communication is one of the most important things. Everyone in the house has a landline, connected to a switchboard." Forget about my question. Let's get back to these improvements,” Kath added after a while, seeing our faces." What do you propose?”

“First and foremost UnderNet,” said Alphys, tapping the glass with a screwdriver." This is our social center. Most monsters have it. You could chat with whomever you want and none of the monsters would guess that you are human,” she elaborated on her statement." You could find out what's going on in the Underworld and where you'd better not go if you wanted to take a little trip. We can upload it right away if you want,” concluded Al.

It was clear that Kath was seriously thinking about it. I myself don't know if it would be a good idea. The girl could run into some group that feeds hatred of people. And such things are rather not nice to read. Besides, what would she do if some monster wanted to meet her? But on the other hand, she would have an easier time dealing with Alphys or Saera. I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Papyrus. He was completely engrossed in the movie. He was in no way disturbed by our conversation.

"I don't see any objection,” Kath smiled, leaning over the phone.

Within minutes, the Undernet app was ready for use. The girls quickly tackled setting up an account and setting up privacy. The only problem that arose was choosing a race.

"And what do you suggest?" Kath asked, looking through the list with races.

"Rather some common one,” replied the lizard woman, looking into space." Maybe a dog monster or a cat monster. They are quite a numerous race,” she added, turning to Kath.

" Maybe, and what do you think Sans?" The teenager asked me.

"It's your choice. Most monsters don't pay attention to it anyway,” I said.

"You help us a lot,” said Alphys with a wince, turning to Kath." Then how about a dog?

In response, Katharina only nodded her head. After a while I received an invitation from BlueMoon. I accepted it right away.

"Why BlueMoon?" I asked.

"Why LazyBones?" Kath asked with a smile.

"Point for you,” I replied." Then what other upgrades do you want to upload to her. Because apart from Undernet, the rest of it is not too worthwhile,” I added glancing at Al. The rest of the functions required the use of magic, so their upgrades rather ran out.

“I was thinking of upgrading the camera and the multidimensional clipboard....”

"After all, she doesn't have magic, so how would it work,” I interrupted her.

The multidimensional clipboard or pocket didn't work without using the user's magic. It was enough to point the camera at something and use magic while taking a picture. The item immediately went to the phone's clipboard. It could be summoned at any time. The capacity of the clipboard depended on the user's magic, but no one used it to move houses. Because why would they? Usually some small things were stored in it.

“You don't know that,” replied a slightly indignant Alphys. " People may have forgotten how to use it, but it certainly couldn't disappear.

"Unused magic stagnates. You know this well yourself,” I replied.

There are monsters that don't use magic for everyday life. Even if we are made of it doesn't mean we have to use it. Monsters that consider magic superfluous or have very little of it don't use it. Because of which it thickens and cannot be formed at will. It cannot materialize outside the monster's body.

"This is the case with monsters. Maybe it is different in humans,” replied Alphys.

She had many theories about magic. Among them about human Determination. However, without the right equipment, she could not test them. At least at the time. To this day I find it hard to believe that most of them turned out to be true.

"Then why don't we check it somehow?" Kath interjected. “I may not know what stagnant magic means, but we can check on your phones if I can open this whole pocket,” suggested the teenager, watching us.

I looked at Alphys, and she looked at me. Trying to open the pocket on either of our phones wouldn't hurt her. And it would end our little argument. As kids, I always argued with Alphys about various aspects of science. We each had a different point of view on an issue. Maybe that's why we worked so well together in the lab.

“Why not?" said Alphys, putting Kath's phone down on the table." We can check it on mine,” she added, taking her cell phone out of her pants pocket.

She went into the applications of the large-size pocket. She opened it and handed the phone to Kath.

"Choose what object you want to summon. Some small, tiny thing,” the lizard woman instructed her. Kath listened carefully to her occasionally nodding. When she selected something she showed the display." A keychain. I think it can be for a start,” Alphys explained further, while gesturing with her hands." Now the most important thing. You click the keychain icon and have to imagine magic flowing through your hand. Then imagine that your magic....

"She has no magic,” I interjected.

Alphys immediately turned to me with that deadly gaze of hers. I smiled slightly. I liked to annoy her from time to time. And it was quite a challenge, because she was one of the few who could ignore my jokes.

"Coming back,” Alphys began again, no longer paying attention to me. " Imagine this object appearing in front of the phone. It's like it's forming from magic. You don't have to rush or stress. If necessary, I can explain it again,” finished Alphys, waiting for Kath's reaction.

The teenager took a deep breath. She acted as if she was preparing for a tough crossing on which her life depended. In my opinion, she was exaggerating a bit, however, for me it was an everyday occurrence. Magic had existed forever and ever. But for her, this was something new. Even though she had already spent some time in the Underworld and had become accustomed to telekinesis many things continued to be new to her. She was like a child who sees snow for the first time. Eyes full of curiosity and a certain ray that is hard to extinguish. I fully understood this. However, I also needed time to understand that what is normal for me is something magical for her. Literally.

"Are you ready?" Alphys asked, watching her friend closely.

Although she didn't show it, I knew Al was stressed too. Seemingly people didn't have magic anymore, however, you never know. The people who ended up here were not ordinary people. Bravery somehow passed the traps in the Ruins and broke into the laboratory. No one knew how. In the same way, Kindness handled the Ruins without a problem. Many of the traps required magic. Maybe people possessed something like it? And if someone can't control their magic then they are a danger. Magic is the soul. The soul is magic. At least in monsters. It is subject to all kinds of emotions. Virgin magic is dangerous because it is untamed. That's why young monsters are watched over to master the basics as quickly as possible. Concentration and calmness. Uncontrolled magic can do a lot of damage, more so than its unskillful use. I glanced at Kath. She had closed her eyes. I guess she wanted to help herself somehow this way. To visualize what she wanted to do. It must have been really strange and stressful for her. However, what happened most surprised me. I think it surprised all of us.

A purple glow appeared around Kath's fingers. Barely visible, but still. I straightened up. Alphys looked at me. In her eyes I could see that familiar gleam. The flame that had just flared up and tormented her for many years. Neither of us dared to speak up. We didn't want to distract Katharina. We could see that she was concentrating as best she could. She still had her eyes closed. The glow around her hand shone stronger than before. With much more force and intensity. Even Papyrus, who was busy with the film, turned around. He wanted to say something, but with a hand gesture I ordered him to remain silent. I think he was as amazed as we were. He, too, realized that people DID NOT HAVE MAGIC. Then a purple glow surrounded the phone. There was far too much of it, but the possibility of breaking the phone didn't matter to us at the time. We had discovered something that was a phenomenon in monster science. Human magic could open up new possibilities for us, and most importantly get us out of the Underworld. Or at least contribute to it in some way. Maybe we didn't need human souls at all?

The purple magic soared a few inches above the phone. It began to form into a flower-shaped pendant. After a while it appeared. It was surrounded by magic. He levitated a few centimeters above the phone.

"Amazing!" shouted Papyrus suddenly.

It knocked all of us out of the situation, especially Kath. The purple magic instantly disappeared, and the key ring fell on the table with a clatter. The teenager looked at us and then at the key ring on the table. She herself could not believe what she was seeing. She was totally shocked. Probably more than we were. She opened her mouth, but after a moment she closed it. I don't think she knew what to say at the moment. She looked at Alphys, then at me. She waited. This was one of the few moments in my life where I didn't know what to say. However, I knew what had to be done. My father had to know about this.

"This is fantastic!" exclaimed Alphys, snapping everyone out of their reverie." Can you do it again?" She added quickly, watching Katharina closely.

The teenager was slightly abashed looking at her friend. It was clear that she herself was surprised, or perhaps more terrified, by what she had done. She had used magic. The question was whether it was her own, or some side effect of the treatment. I couldn't risk something happening to her.

"Yes!" shouted Papyrus joyfully."Repeat it!”

"No!" I interjected. Everyone looked at me. Alphys was probably a little angry. Paps was puzzled, and Kath relaxed. She rather didn't want to repeat it for now." We don't know if it's her magic or maybe a side effect of the magic treatment,” I replied." She might as well pass out to us in a moment or.... " What if it's just her magic? That's normal then,” interrupted Alphys. She stubbornly stood by her point. I understood that she had her theories. She understood them and insisted on them, but there were other options." The treatment could have awakened her!

"Exactly. Think. Unstable awakened magic that will take years to stabilize,” I replied. I hoped that the gravity of the situation would reach her. Either magic poisoning or unstable. And it's hard to determine which is worse." Either magic poisoning and any use of magic can lead to harm,” I added.

Either theory could have been plausible at the time. However, magic poisoning is easier to cure than to teach someone who has never had with magic. The gravity of the situation seemed to be slowly getting to Alphys. The initial excitement was giving way to doubt.

" It's best to investigate it right away,” I began.

"How to investigate?" Katharina asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

We visibly frightened her with our theories. She probably didn't understand much of what we were saying at the time.

"It's nothing scary. It's enough to bring out your soul,” replied Alphys casually, turning to Kath.

The teenager momentarily turned pale. We didn't know that people can't see their souls. And even more so that some don't believe in their existence. Not all information reached the Underground.

"Kath, it doesn't hurt,” Alphys added quickly, seeing the horror painted on Kath's face." I can show it to you on mine,” suggested the lizard woman.

“Maybe we should tell Mr. Gaster about it, though?" Al's assurances did not particularly convince her.

She preferred to see it with her own eyes. I don't blame her a bit. None of us came up with the idea of explaining the course of the battle to Kath. Between people or monsters, souls did not appear. They didn't come out. Only during mixed fights did human souls appear. It is not known what is caused by this difference. When a monster and a human fight, the human soul appeared before the human. It's just that the last human hit the Underworld several years ago. We simply forgot to tell her about it. Somehow there was no need. Alphys pulled out her soul. Above her hand levitated a small inverted heart. The essence of existence. Crystal white. Filled with love, pity and compassion. Delicate and fragile. Next to it were numbers. One spoke of the current level of HP life and the other of the level she had. However, human ones are different.

"Now, can I check yours?" She asked while hiding her soul.

Kath looked at her. She took a deep breath. She nodded as a sign that Alphys could begin. The lizard woman brought her hand close to Katharina's chest. A yellow glow appeared around Al's fingers, and a faint purple glow surrounded Kath's chest. Then a purple heart appeared. Katharina's stats looked okay. The level somehow cared little for us, we were more concerned about HP. With magic poisoning, it drops slowly with each use of magic.

If it was indeed poisoning then the HP level should have dropped a few points, but it was within normal range. There should also be some visible cracks or discoloration indicative of foreign magic.

This meant only one thing.

"Congratulations,” said a proud Alphys, smiling slightly." You have just awakened your magic.

...

"You are idiots," announced Gaster, facing us. We sat on the couch, listening to his lecture.

He saw us pull out Kath's soul. Surprised, he asked what was going on. Then Papyrus replied that we suspected Katharina of being poisoned by magic. We didn't have time to say anything. Father immediately told us to stop. He said how dangerous it was, that we should call him right away. He still said something about the effects of taking out the soul during poisoning. However, I stopped listening to him. Instead, Katharina grew paler and paler. Father was able to beat a lying man. Not only was Kath horrified by our theories" at which one could still be wrong, but father's theories were another matter.

"What's done is done," Father said, wrinkling his forehead. He always did this when he was upset about something. He walked around the room." Katharina, come on. I'll take you to the lab," he said, walking over to the coat rack. He took a bunch of keys out of his pocket." I will examine you properly," he added this time, looking at me.

I was a little ashamed. I could have thought this through better. I didn't want to put Kath in danger, and I did it unconsciously.

I stood up abruptly, heading towards my father.

"I will go with you," I replied. However, my enthusiasm was quickly dampened by my father." I will give her encouragement together with Paps.

"No," Gaster said sternly. Fastening the buttons of his white apron.

"But..." I began, but my father silenced me with a hand gesture.

At this point I had nothing to say. Father could not be persuaded when brought to the brink of patience. Neither I nor Papyrus knew any such trick.

"I would like them to come with us," she said shyly." Alphys, too.”

I guess Kath's terrified face and her glazed eyes convinced him then. He sighed heavily.

"So be it for you," said Gaster in a tired voice, creasing his eyebrows again.

Alphys smiled. She stood next to Katharina, touching her shoulder as a sign of comfort. Paps ran up to Kath and grabbed her hand. He pulled her toward her father. Gaster put his hand on my shoulder. He tightened his fingers around my arm. I supposedly knew how to teleport on my own, but it was a long way from Snowdin to Core. I might not be able to make it. It was better if it was Father who teleported us all. He had no problems with it. After all, he was a Boss. A high-level monster. Father had many fights to his credit. However, he never told us about it, and when we started the topic he kept quiet. After a while we let it go and didn't ask about it again.

But going back.

In the blink of an eye we found ourselves in Father's laboratory. The light came on automatically. I squinted to avoid being blinded. A tall room with lots of pipes near the ceiling. Most of them were connected to the Core, but I don't really know what they were for. Part of them were responsible for cooling the Core, and the rest I don't know. Somehow I never took any interest in it. The rest of my father's workshop was occupied by tables collapsed with a mass of papers. Some of them were notes on his research. On one of them, in addition to the papers, were tools and some strange-looking devices. I didn't quite know what they were for. Against one wall were glass cabinets. They were all full of even stranger devices. All of them locked. Father walked away from us. He approached one of his posts. Paps and I had been here several times, so the appearance of this room did not surprise us. However, things were different for our female friends. They looked around, admiring everything. Alphys looked at everything with bated breath. She seemed to have forgotten why we came here. Kath, on the other hand, despite her initial interest, anxiety began to accompany her again. She tensed up. I approached her, putting my hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, you don't have to worry about it so much," I said.

She, in response, only smiled unwillingly.

"Kath, come here," my father called out, not even turning to us.

The teenage girl looked at me. I smiled encouragingly. We both approached my father. He pulled most of the papers to one side, so that there was relative order on one side. A microscope was lying there, as well as several syringes. Before either of us had time to say anything, Father began to explain to Kath what it would consist of.

"It won't even hurt I'll just take your blood," Father said, taking the syringe out of the package." There is magic in the blood, but it is not visible to the eye. It is examined under this microscope. The magic particles in the blood resemble red blood cells a bit," he tapped his finger on the microscope, then took the syringe." Put out your hand," he instructed Katharina. The teenager rolled up her sleeve, giving her hand to Gaster. The man efficiently inserted the needle and drew blood. He removed the needle, handing Kath a cotton swab." And after a shout." He added by placing the blood on a glass plate. Katharina applied the swab to the wound, looking at her father in front of her shoulder.

"What does an infection with magic look like?" asked the teenager timidly.

"Magic in a healthy monster should flow freely. The magic particles should be the same size and shape," the father replied, continuing to work at the microscope." Infection, on the other hand, is the mixing of foreign magic with one's own magic. Foreign magic that is incompatible with one's own magic causes the particles to merge and become deformed, the father said.

"It's like with people and their blood types," Katharina stated.

I honestly didn't really know what she meant by these groups. I was not very familiar with human anatomy. Such basics I knew, because several species of monsters had a similar structure, but none of us had blood. The father looked at the teenager for a moment. He looked as if he was trying to remember something.

"In short, yes," he replied after a moment. He looked back at Kath's blood sample through the microscope. "Hm...”

"What is that squint supposed to mean?" I asked.

Father had a mannerism. When something caught his interest he would mutter under his breath. He had to be brought to the ground to say what it was about.

"It's not an infection," he announced, pulling away from the microscope. At these words Alphys, who had been looking at some large machine in the corner of the room earlier, looked in our direction." It's a theory for now, but the magic treatment has somehow awakened Katharina's magic. I'll have to do more research," he added, getting up from the table. He headed toward one of the closets.

"Wait!" I said, following him. "After all, it's impossible for people to have magic!" I replied." After all, you yourself thought so before!”

“Sans" began his father. Whenever he started like this it was known that a serious conversation was preparing."Theories are theories. Some are subject to change. Others are undermined, and still others gain confirmation," said father, opening a glass cabinet."When you don't believe something and you have the facts in front of you then you have two choices", he continued his argument, looking for something. "You can deny the facts and pretend they don't exist," he said, turning to me."Or Accept them and expand your horizons", concluded my father, walking back toward Kath.

She stood by her side excitedly. She was saying something about learning and getting excited about magic. Papyrus, on the other hand, was running around the lab looking at everything. Somehow he had little interest in what we were doing. Seemingly father was right that I should accept that Kath has magic. However, I was afraid of what was involved. Human magic apparently was in them all the time, but dormant and forgotten. Maybe that's why their souls could break the barrier.

King Asgore had several human souls. They were to be used to open the barrier. The most my father knew about it. I doubted that he would do anything to Katharina. He was not that kind of person. But the discovery of magic in humans created new opportunities to destroy the barrier. I didn't want Kath to feel obliged to help us somehow. The barrier was our" the monsters'" problem. Even if Kath was stuck here, we couldn't use her that way. Besides, we didn't know how her magic would develop. She might as well have been very weak. I approached the rest. Father was explaining to Kath what he had found in her blood.

"It is possible that the magic we gave you when you got here awakened your own. I don't know yet in what way. Maybe it was compatible with her to some degree," my father announced, placing some instruments on the table." It will take me a few days to determine as well as to check that your magic itself is not harmful when used," added Gaster, looking at the sample through a microscope." It will be safer if you don't try to use magic until then. We should still have magic stabilizing pills at home.

"Stabilizing magic?" Katharina asked, probably not fully understanding what my father was talking about.

"When monsters have their magic awakened it is unstable. Young monsters can't use it," I began to explain." Magic is affected by their emotions and they can destroy something by accident. Therefore, until they learn to control it they get pills that do it for them," I added.

"That's right," my father supported me, not taking his eyes off the microscope. He only looked at the sheets of paper and wrote something on them." One a day should be enough.

...

Today was a strange day. No. Strange is an understatement.

I discovered my magic. It sounds so unreal. As if it's all a dream and I'm about to wake up. Only nothing like that is happening. This is now my new reality. I have to get used to it. Mr. Gaster told her not to try to use magic for now. He wants to study it better and find out if I can use it safely. I didn't understand much of what Mr. Gaster said about the stability of magic. He said he could explain it all to me again if necessary and answer any questions I had. Alphys is very excited about our discovery. She was very fascinated by it. She told me many of her theories about human magic and something called Determination. However, she didn't explain it to me. She was too caught up in her theories to be able to talk to her in any way. Papyrus didn't understand much of what happened in the lab. He's only a child, so it's normal for him not to be interested in such things. However, he was happy that he would be able to teach me magic.

Sans, on the other hand...

I'm not sure if he wasn't disappointed sometimes. Maybe more worried?

When I asked him about it he would change the subject. I don't know what it is about my magic that makes Sans so worried. Maybe later he will tell me when he himself is ready. For now I'm not supposed to learn magic. Alphys convinced me to give the Underworld a second chance. We were to go to a less traveled place in the Underworld than the town of Snowdin. Alphys wanted to show me the Dump. It doesn't sound very inviting, but the name is supposedly misleading. The Dump is supposedly where things from my world go.

Al reportedly found many interesting things there. She also managed to put together a computer from parts she found there. Sans also likes to go there. She finds new books on astronomy there, and Papyrus looks for new movies and toys. Some of these things are broken, but no one bothers to fix them. They have made me curious. I can't wait to go there.

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Part One: Young Souls

Chapter One: First Meeting

Doctor Gaster had come to the Royal Palace to discuss his plans for the core with the royal family and to have dinner with them, bringing along his firstborn son, Sans (who he told to wait outside). Chara was excused from the meeting by their brother, Asriel.

Chara left the living area and decided to walk down to the flower garden to look for something to do. There they saw a young skeleton monster — no older than themselves — sitting on the ground, facing away from them, looking at flowers; excited to meet a potential new friend, Chara approached him.

Chara: “Greetings!”

Sans turned around to face them, filled with confusion, shock, and distrust. Nobody had ever approached him like that before.

Sans: “uhm… h- hi.”

Chara: “My name is Chara Dreemurr. What is your name?”

Sans: “I- I’m Sans.”

Chara: “Oh, you’re the son of Dr. Gaster, right?”

He nods.

Chara: “Cool! It’s great to meet you, Sans!”

Chara gives him a warm smile and sits down next to him. Sans is still confused and shocked by their kindness, but yet, he’s fascinated and drawn in at the same time.

Chara: “What are you doing out here?”

Sans: “… My father told me to wait outside until dinner time, he didn’t want me to mess anything up with the meeting, and didn’t want me to embarrass him.”

Chara: “That’s silly, why would he think that?”

Sans: “He’s… mean sometimes.”

Chara: “I get it. King Asgore is like that sometimes as well. The underground would be so much better if everyone was just a little nicer, don’t you think?”

Sans: “… yeah… …So… What are you doing out here?”

Chara: “Prince Asriel excused me from the meeting. The meeting wouldn’t involve me to begin with and he didn’t want me to be bored.

Chara giggles slightly. Sans looks down at the flowers.

Sans: “I see… I’ve just been out here, looking at the flowers.”

Chara: They’re so pretty! Don’t you think?”

Sans: “I guess.”

Chara crawls over to a patch of buttercups.

Chara: “These ones are my favorite! They’re called buttercups. They’re so pretty, and smell so nice!”

Chara picks a flower and hands it so Sans.

Chara: “Here you go.”

Sans takes a look at it, and smells it. Chara's kindness cheering him up a bit.

Sans: “Yeah, they do look nice and smell good, you’re right; I like them. Thank you, Chara.”

Chara: “You’re welcome!”

Sans takes a long pause, holding the flower between his thumb and pointer finger.

Sans: “So… uhm… Flower- you doing today, Chara?”

Chara laughs

Chara: *Giggle* “… you wouldn’t be-leaf how good of a day I’ve had! If you’ve been having a bad day, I hope thistle cheer you up!” *giggle*

Sans starts to laugh as well, showing a smile for the first time (since he’s met Chara).

Sans: *chuckle* “I wasn’t having a good day, but you’ve helped me bloom into having a good one, you’ve made my daisy! So, thank you!”

Chara: “You’re welcome, Sans!“

Chara smiles at him, he smiles back.

Chara: “Hey, do you wanna be friends?”

Sans: “Really?! You want to… be my friend?”

Chara: “Yes, of course I do! You’re super friendly and funny!“

Sans tears up a bit, it’s the first time anyone has offered to be his friend, and one of the rare times he’s been complimented.

Chara: “Sans, are you okay?”

Sans: “… I would love to be friends with you, Chara.”

Chara: “Yay!!”

Chara gives Sans a short and sudden hug, and lets go a second later. After Chara lets go, Sans stays there for a couple seconds, shocked, processing everything, especially the hug. Neither of them noticing that he’s blushing.

Sans: “I really lilac your company, Chara, I’m sure we’ll be best buds.”

Chara laughs, and begins to speak, but is interrupted by the sounds of familiar footsteps. Chara stands up and faces the door, as Asriel leans in.

Asriel: “Hey guys, dinner’s ready! Come on in.”

Chara: “Yes, your highness.”

Chara offers their hand to Sans, he takes it and Chara helps pull him up to his feet.

Chara: “Come on, friend! Let’s go eat dinner!”

Sans: “Alright, let’s go.”

Still holding hands, they walk to dinner with Asriel. Sans blushing all the way.

Authors notes (mostly about the characters):

Sans still has a taste for puns in his childhood, but grows out of the more innocent ones later in life.

Chara isn’t allowed to call Asriel (or any of the royal family) by his name or by nicknames in public (only in private) which is why they refer to him as “Prince Asriel” and “your highness”.

I decided to make Asriel 5 years older than Chara, to bolster their relationship with Sans (because they’re the same age, 8).

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Chapter 11: Meanwhile! Back at home...

I woke up the next morning and checked my phone, sunday and no new messages from Asriel or Sho… The amount of pain I had felt soon returned to my head, I silently cried in my bed… Sho, the kid with too much kindness gets repaid like this… And Asriel was only a bystander in all of this! I got out of my bed, and wandered downstairs where I saw my dad sitting there… worried.

“Akemi is everything alright..?” He asked, giving me a concerned look “You seemed really upset last night.” I looked at him, I have to lie.

“It’s fine. Just some stuff on my mind, that's it.” I turned to the kitchen and poured my mind. I heard a loud knock on the door and my dad went to open it. I saw Toriel and Asgore outside, Asriel’s parents. Toriel worked at the preschool near here, she had casual clothing on and overall gave more chilled out vibes. Asgore used to be the king of monsters, however he retired from that role to pursue his dreams of being a gardener. They had both divorced officially the year prior and both were generally happy monsters. However, both had worried looks on their faces.

“Excuse me Mr.Ritsuko..” Toriel said gently, “Could we talk to your son for two seconds?”

“Sure?” My dad said, turning to me in confusion “He’s right here.” I exited the house and shut the door behind me, I knew why they were here. But I wasn’t sure whether to be honest, like they’d believe me.

“Akemi, we have a singular question to ask you..” Asgore muttered, getting onto one knee in front of me “Where’s Asriel?”. I looked at them both for a moment and sighed, I’ve got to tell them.

“You won’t believe me.” I muttered, “It’s almost impossible to believe me.”

“Akemi if it’ll help us find our son we’ll hear anything out.” Toriel said looking at me “And since you're the last person he was with… your our best hope.” I sighed again and looked at them both, Here goes nothing.

“Asriel is in another realm. So is Sho.” I said quickly “And if you don’t believe me call Gaster he was there when it happened.” Both looked at me confused, Asgore took his phone out and dialled Asgore.

“Akemi, that’s improbable…” Toriel reassured me, “Other realms don’t exist. They can’t, we’d know about it.”

“Well they do.” I muttered “Two beings were brought through from a separate realm on monday and Sho helped them out.” I looked at Toriel, standing firm “I’m sorry that this doesn’t make sense, it barely makes sense to me. But when I was there, I saw Unit B close the blast doors. I heard Sho’s confusion as to what was going on, I heard Asriel’s scream…” I looked down at the floor, Asgore walked back up to Toriel.

“He’s telling the truth, Toriel..” He muttered stunned. “Toriel.. Asriel and Sho are in another realm..” I looked back up and saw Toriel look at Asgore in fear. None of us knew where either Asriel or Sho were. “Gaster’s also asked us to meet at the lab…”. I headed back inside to leave those two to their grief… I walked back to my room and got changed. I might as well head down there too.. I threw on an old jacket Asriel had given me. A versity jacket with green and white on it.. “Here take this! My mum won’t mind, don't worry!” He said that day… I didn’t realise how much I actually missed Asriel, it felt like a hole had been punched in my heart.

I left the house after getting ready and began to walk to the laboratory, I walked slowly and began to take in the scenery around me. Who knew that Sho would come across them two, I thought. It was his gut feeling that caused him to take them back to Gaster’s… I continued to walk, soon finding myself at the Laboratory and entering through to the room.. That horrible room. I saw Gaster explaining the situation to Asgore and Toriel, clearly sleep deprived. I looked at the Units. They were working on something under the guidance of Unit C, I walked up to unit C and waved at him.

“Hello there Mr…?” Unit C’s voice dragged, I never told him my name.

“It’s Akemi. Akemi Ritsuko.” I muttered.

“Ah yes Mr Ritsuko! It’s nice to see you again under…these conditions “ Unit C said, turning to me.

“What are you trying to do?” I asked, looking curiously at the other Units. They seemed to be working on a…computer thing. There was a blue orb in the centre.

“Oh this?” He turned to the machine “Well when we…took Laval and Cragger, Unit D also grabbed these orb things. So-”

“So we’re trying to replicate the frequencies of the orbs to emit a signal that will connect to their phones.” Unit B interrupted, still continuing his work, “It’s a simple concept.” Unit C turned to Unit B annoyed, then looked back at me and smiled.

“Yeah basically that.” He muttered, “However we’re having problems. We’re having difficulties-”

“Replicating the frequencies of the blue orb.” Unit B interrupted, standing up and turning to me. “Our technology isn’t used to these frequencies so it's disrupting the mechanics of the machine itself.” Unit C turned to Unit B with an angry look.

“Unit B, why have you been so talkative recently?” He asked, “You barely said a word before this ‘experiment’ took place. And know your speaking alot more, why is that.”

“Well… we’re bound to get arrested for this.” Unit B muttered, “Who do you think suggested the experiment?” Unit C looked confused, “Let me word it differently so your brain can understand. Who suggested we investigate the theory of realms?” Unit C’s eyes widened, staring at Unit B.

“It was you..” Unit C muttered, What…? “You placed the original idea in Unit A’s head..”

“I can do you one better.” Unit B shouted, “I was the one that started the experiment in the first place!”

“What…” I muttered. I looked at them both.

“I started it out of a morbid curiosity, a curiosity that led me to many places.” Unit B shouted, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. “When I heard about this, I thought there was a genuine possibility, So all I had to do was briefly mention it to Unit A and he wouldn’t suspect a thing!” Toriel walked up to Unit B with a furious glare.

“So let me get this straight.” Toriel sternly mumbled, “From what I’m hearing from Gaster, you caused two children to be taken from their homes. Planned to experiment on them, then if that wasn’t enough. Sent MY SON through the same portal then exploded it so they couldn’t get back?”

“Well when you put it like that.. Yes” Unit B said without an ounce of regret “And I’m sorry your son got caught in the crossfire.” Toriel looked as if she was going to murder him there on the spot. However she composed herself and left the room, with Asgore and Gaster following. “And I know you let them out Unit C.”

“What?!” Unit C yelled, “How did you?!” “It was obvious really, you were in the room when it happened..” Unit B said, glaring at Unit C “You were the person to suggest that one of us helped them escape. And I’m not an idiot like Units A and D.” Unit C looked down at the ground and thought for a moment..

“Yes. I did but you have to understand my reasoning…that wasn’t what I signed up for.” He said “That isn’t who I am.”

“Yeah but you still helped us go through with it.” Unit B argued, “You still helped us build the machine, in my opinion you're just as guilty as the rest of us.” Unit C stayed quiet and continued working on the machine, so did Unit B. I left the room, I saw Gaster, Toriel and Asgore outside still talking. Toriel was silently crying to herself and Asgore was listening to Gaster.

“What do we do then?” Asgore asked, “The units seem to be getting nowhere with all the bickering.”

“Well, since human technology can’t harness the frequencies of the blue orb I’m thinking we enfuse the machine with magic capabilities.” Gaster stated, looking at them both “However I’m not sure how long it’ll take, probably weeks.” I looked at Gaster, Weeks?!

“Have you told Sans and Grillby?” Toriel asked, “Sho is also in this other realm. Don’t they have a right to know?” Gaster looked at Toriel, I didn’t know what he was going to say..

“I haven’t gotten around to it yet..” Gaster muttered, “I don’t know what to say to them. It’s kind of hard to say ‘Hey you know your son that you’ve only just talked to on thursday? Yeah he’s in a completely different realm!’..” Gaster sat down, clearly thinking of his next move through all the stress. Asgore took a seat next to Gaster.

“Gaster, I'm sure everything will be fine..” Asgore muttered, laying his head on Gaster’s shoulder, “You’ll get them both home I promise..” Gaster looked at Asgore.

“Thanks Gorey..” He muttered, he proceeded to stand up and turn to me. “Akemi I need a favour from you, I estimate the first test run will happen within two days from now..” Two days..? “I need time to enfuse the machine with monster magic. So please, come back in two days..” I looked at Gaster, I didn’t know why but this didn’t feel right… Sho and Asriel were my friends, I should be doing more..

“There’s gotta be something more I can do..” I muttered, “I can’t just stand there and wait for two days!” Gaster looked at me and sighed.

“Well, I guess you could help with coordinating the Units..” Gaster said, I could hear more shouting from the units. “If they keep on arguing, I doubt they’ll be able to build the machine to help us get Sho and Asriel home.” I turned and entered the room and saw all the units bickering, Unit A and B on one side and Unit C and D on the other. I couldn’t hear what either side was saying, I stood there for a couple of seconds trying to think on what to do.

“Can you all shut up?!” I yelled, they all stopped arguing and turned to me, “Arguing won’t get us anywhere. Look, here's the plan.” I walked to the front of the room and they kept their eyes on me. “You all have to just get along for two days. Then you all can go back to questioning your morals.” “I’m not working with Unit C.” Unit A yelled, turning to me, “They don’t respect the ideals for science!”

“Are your ideals for science kidnapping two men from their realm?” I asked bluntly, he was taken aback by this. “Anyways, everyone please listen to Unit C. He seems the most sane out of you all.” I left the room again, and seemingly the arguing had stopped for the moment. I took a seat on an empty chair and thought for a moment. I trusted Gaster but this almost felt Impossible, although I have seen the impossible… I stood up… These next two days are going to be wild..

Two days later..

I woke up to a message from Gaster. I haven’t been in school recently due to my Dad having me go on sick leave for a while… I checked the message.

12pm

Gaster: Everything is prepared, just finishing enfusing magic into the machine.

Akemi: Alright, I’m on my way.

Gaster: Also make sure to bring your cellular device.

Bring my cellular dev- Oh he means my phone. I got ready and headed to the science lab. Once I had gotten there I found Gaster finishing up the preparations.

“Akemi you're just in time-” Gaster stated walking up to me, “We’ve made a discovery.”

“This discovery being?” I asked intently, taking a seat. I looked around and saw Unit C, Asgore and Toriel in the room. Still no sign of Sans and Grillby..

“When the units first opened the portal, it created a small rift that they couldn’t close.” Gaster stated, turning to the machine “We can’t get through it but small signals can.” Wait, that means this realm will always be connected to the other realm. “I think we are ready to begin, Akemi, when the orb starts glowing brighter than usual. Call Sho.”

“Alright..” I muttered taking a seat behind some bullet proof windowing. I saw Unit C stand up and prepare something, although I didn’t know what. Soon the machine got started up and I got my phone out prepared to call Sho. Soon the orb began to glow brightly and I called Sho. I waited for a moment, expecting this to fail….

“Whoa guys that’s sick!” I shouted, looking at my phone “Can’t believe that you got some signal through the portal.” I was absolutely dumbfounded!

“Sho is Asriel there?” I heard Toriel say, “We need to see if he’s alright.” I shuddered, I knew they’d ask this. I took a deep breath and began to explain to them what had happened within the past three days of us being here.. After explaining it Toriel left the view and I heard weeping behind the camera. Gaster went behind the camera to comfort her. I sat back down…

“This is all my fault Akemi..” I said, I didn’t even have the power to cry anymore.. “If I didn’t come up with that stupid plan none of this would’ve happened!”

“Sho…” Akemi looked at me but didn’t say anything..

“I promised I’d protect him in this world but I couldn’t do anything! I-” “Akemi give me the phone.” I heard Asgore say. Akemi gave the phone to Asgore, “Sho none of this is your fault.”

“But-”

“Sho listen to me for two seconds. You did the best you could to save both Laval and Cragger.” Asgore said sternly “And Asriel helped out, The fault is on the Unit’s for even taking them. None of this is one you.”

“Yeah but…what do I do?” I stuttered, looking down at the floor. Asgore thought for a second, choosing his next words carefully.

“Well, we are working on getting you both back. So I say rest up and begin trying to find way to separate Asriel and this… ‘crooler’ person.” Asgore looked at me, “Please save my son Sho…”

“Asgore the energy is about to reach it’s end.” I heard Gaster say, taking the phone. “Shoto, please be careful..”

“Right, Also before I go.. Please tell Sans and Grillby where I am. I’d rather them not worry..” Gaster looked at me, then nodded. “Goodbye..” Akemi, Asgore and Gaster waved and soon the call was cut. I sat there for a moment, and Lavertus took a seat next to me.

“Kid you alright?” He asked, I didn’t say a word.. I was thinking about what Asgore had said. Find a way to separate Asriel and Crooler.. Well, she has this deception plant thing that allows her to manipulate him… Maybe if we somehow destroy the plant that’ll somehow loosen her grip on Asriel. I stood up

“I’m going to find Cragger and Laval…” I said, turning to the stairs.

“Alright kid..” Lavertus said gently, I walked up to Laval’s room where I saw Laval snuggled up to Cragger. Laval had his head resting on Cragger’s chest and was asleep, Cragger however was awake and playing with Laval’s mane “Cragger could I ask you something..?”

“Sure thing Sho.” Cragger said.

“What’s that plant that Crooler had?” I asked, taking a seat on Laval’s bed, Cragger carefully moved Laval’s head so as to not wake him and sat up.

“Yeah, well kind of.” Cragger shuffled next to me, “The actual name for them is persuader plants. We all thought the plants were extinct, but my dad was always into gardening and grew his own at one point. However they were destroyed two years ago after Crooler was exiled, so how she’s gotten one, and one that strong I…I don’t know.” Cragger turned to me.

“So hypothetically speaking, if we destroy the plant. It should stop Asriel from being persuaded by Crooler.”

“Well not exactly.” Cragger replied “The plant uses a scent that makes animals more…perceptible to what the owner of the plant wants. Since Crooler wanted me to destroy the Lions, that's what I believed. Why are you asking this anyways?”

“Oh, I plan on saving Asriel.” I said bluntly, “Well I’ve got to rest, I’ll speak to you tomorrow.”

“Oh well, goodnight then.” Cragger laid back down next to Laval and began to fall asleep. I left the room and entered my accommodations, I just thought for a moment. I laid in my bed, thinking for a moment. Soon I fell asleep. I knew that these next couple of days will be somewhat Crazy, But after everything I feel like I’m prepared for them… Asriel, I’m sorry all this happened.. I’m going to get you home!

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I really wanted to write for Akemi at some point during the story so the cop out at the end was for that reason and honestly I really like how he's written. I hope to develop him more with his own short-story one day.

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