#Bone Tiba Wild

[hyrulessongkeeper]

A beginning

For my discords AU for Bone Tiba Wild, a history of sorts, before Red met our Boss, and when he was still known, as Sans

Ebbot City has been here for a long time. History books will tell different stories, but monster history is a bit more closer to the truth. Monsters were in this land first, then humans came.

The humans were not cruel, in fact, they seemed to be closer to monsters than they realized. They held magic, but it did not control their form, their SOULs were different as well. Some monsters are old enough to remember the time, but their minds are too far gone from age to give you a coherent answer though.

The war in history books differs as well. The fight began over a misunderstanding though. When a human and a monster disappeared. One side blamed the other and the peace ended quickly. The war lasted for many years, humans claiming one side of the valley, and monsters claimed the other.

Human history books, will tell you they won. Monster history books have the true story. The war was devastating on both human and monster sides, but when the missing two came forth, from the underground that was under the mountain. They held something small and tiny, a baby. The first of its kind, a half breed.

“UGH THAT’S GROSS!!” a loud voice shouted.

Sans groaned and looked to his brother, his eyelights rolling in their sockets. Why can’t this damn kid just shut up and let him tell a damn story, he was tired, been workin’ too hard.

“I know bro, but that’s what stopped the war, least back then.” Sans grumbled. Papyrus shifted in his bed and glared, his sockets narrowing. “Can i keep tellin’ the damn story now?” Sans asked.

“YOU MAY CONTINUE!” Papyrus nodded. Sans sighed and shook his head, his brother was so demanding sometimes.

“Well then let’s keep goin…” Sans trailed off as he continued the tale.

Humans and monsters were shocked at this. They never thought breeding was possible, but, this human and monster were apparently SOULmates, a thing that is rare even between monsters. So a truce was reached. Monsters and humans would come back together, to live in peace.

Sans scoffed at that. Peace? Nah, not no more. There may be ‘peace’ but not PEACE. There were gang wars, kidnappings on both sides. Stars, the royal family was even victim to it, their children being claimed. Now Asgore don’t talk much, his wife Toriel is in the best monster mental ward at the foothill of the mountain. He advocates, but nothing more than rallies and the like. Sans huffed out a breath as he looked to his brothers sleeping form, walking out the room to let his little brother sleep.

Sans didn’t think Asgore needed to be so careful, from what the JUDGE has been observing as of late, humans magic was pretty much dead. Then again, half breeds were a whole new story. They were enigmas, even to Sans, they had different abilities compared to monsters and humans.

Sans walked to the basement of the large mansion. He sighed softly as he reached the large metal door. He remembered liking coming to this place a long time ago, back when his father was around. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, feeling the smooth gold tooth.

“Yeah, back before the old man started goin’ crazy.” he grumbled. His old man was working on this odd machine. Wingdings says it will make them the most powerful family on the monster side of Ebott City, powerful than even the royal family.

Sans didn’t really get it, they were already a pretty powerful gang family, that’s why they live in a large house. He didn’t question it after getting decked by the old man. He lost a damn tooth for stars sake! He wasn’t making the same mistake twice.

He passed through the magic barrier, that made the entire basement soundproof, magic proof, except for Gaster and Sans, and undetectable. The old man was quite paranoid about this project, but hey, geniuses were paranoid to an extent. Sans shuddered. He hoped he wouldn’t lose his mind as much as his pop.

Gaster was working on the machine as usual. Muttering to himself and at no one in particular. Sans glanced to the work table, seeing an empty plate and coffee cup. He sighed in relief, at least he ate today.

“What’s up pops?” Sans shouted. The taller skeleton shot up and looked to his stout son, his eye sockets black. Sans stiffened quickly, readying a dodge. His eye lights returned, a big smile forming on his face.

“Ahhh Sans! I am almost done!! Soon we shall have such a big family!” he laughed in that manic way again as he started to flip some switches here and there. Sans sighed. Maybe if this didn’t work, he would finally go back to normal. One could hope yeah? He walked a bit closer, then he felt it. A shift. He looked around quickly, trying to find the source, when he landed on the pull of reality near his dad.

Holy shit the old man did it, Sans was about to congratulate the old man, when something went wrong. Sans’s magic flared, grabbing his dad’s SOUL, the gravity magic only holding him slightly as Gaster was pulled into the nothingness of the Void.

Sans tilted his head, worry crossing his face. How did he know that that is what it was called? He looked to Gaster who was still all smiles.

“You crazy old man!! look at what you have done!” Sans growled, trying to pull his dad back, he himself being pulled forward.

“Isn’t it great Sans?”

“ n o.”

“Soon we shall have so many ‘cousins’..”

“What the hell are ya talkin’ bout old man!?”

“So many alternate versions of us, pulled to this reality.”

What the fuck was this lunatic going on about?!

“Turn the machine off pops! yer gettin sucked in!!” Sans tried to pull again, sweat lining his skull as he was pulled in more. Gaster looked at him confused, then, realizing what was going on, he snapped back, worry coming across his features as he reached for his son.

Sans grabbed him, trying to pull with his strength and magic, but the Void, it demanded.

“Sans…”

Sans looked down, his old man was finally back to, his usual calm there, cold, calculative. Sans shook his head. He knew what he was going to ask.

“Sans. You need to let me go.”

“ like hell i’m lettin’ go!” Sans growled.

“Sans, it’s too strong, Papyrus needs you.”

“..he needs you too!”

“Sans..”

“ i said no damnit!!” Sans cried out.

“Sans, be strong for Papyrus, you will not be left alone, I promise.” Gaster smiled and released his hold on Sans’s hand. Sans gripped as tight as he could, he refused to lose his dad, REFUSED. The Void though, it is not kind. It tugged one last time, claiming the bulky skeletons father. Sans shouted, trying to dive in, but something stopped him, claiming something from Sans for glancing into the Void. Whatever it was, it was powerful.

Sans sat there, magic beading on his skull as he felt a new magic melding with his own, and knowledge, new knowledge was swirling through his head.

“ hey uh...ya okay there pal?” a deep voice asked.

Sans whipped around, his magic flaring, a red smoke coming out of one of his sockets. Only to stop.

The old man...he did it. The crazy fool did it.

There stood, copies of him and Papyrus. His copy looked around and sighed.

“ did you do this?” he asked, placing his hands in the pockets of his blue hoodie.

“ nah...old man did.”

“ anyway you can get us back home?”

“ no…”

The guy sighed and rubbed his temples, he spotted the machine. It was broke beyond all repair. Him and his alternates were stuck here for a long time.

“ well buddy, i hope ya plan on housing all of us.” he spoke calmly, a calm that hid a dangerous side.

Sans nodded, starting to set everyone in rooms, there was so many of them, it was hard to keep up.

So this was their life now? Living with their ‘cousins’? What was he going to tell Papyrus? The truth. Paps was smart, more than he lets on most times. So the truth is what was going to be told. Tomorrow. Sans wanted nothing more than to sleep right now.

Well, old man will be right about another thing. They will become the most powerful monster gang this side of Ebott City. He would make sure of it.