#Ignore the fact that it randomly fluctuates between past and present tense

[monkmain2]

Today our writing assignment was to write a fanfic. I am not kidding. They let us choose a fandom and everything. Naturally, I chose the Undertale fandom (specifically UTMV but same difference) and I wrote this that I want to share here because it has actual passion put into it. (it’s set in that one AMV i made where everyone is a different time period)

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The light tapping of tiny feet echoed through the infinite library of worn books, penetrating the complete silence like a needle through thin cloth. If anyone were nearby, which they weren’t, they would have noticed a faint scent of iron lingering below the musty smell of weathered pages.

A tiny hoof wrapped around the polished wood of a curved oak banister, its owner tip-tapping up the carpeted stairwell, straining to reach with her short arms. The unnatural flexibility of her hooves would have bewildered any monster had they been nearby to witness this act, but again, there were none, so she continued on her way, oblivious to her apparent strangeness.

The little outcode’s parents could be very clearly identified by her look. Her small flexible hooves, her dark blue bones, her fluffy brown “tail,” and most noticeably, the streams of blood staining her face below her bright green eyes.

The outcode stepped off the stairwell and onto the upper balcony of a tall shelf, gazing up at the endless wall of books that stretched above her. She slowly touched a hoof tip to her cheek, the blood wrapping around it like a string, then pulled it away, strings of blood extending with it.

With a quick flick of the wrist, she sends the string shooting through the air, landing on the spine of an elegantly decorated blue book on a high shelf. She reels the string back in, and the book falls from the shelf, landing in her outstretched arms.

She peers at the cover, cocking her head slightly. Evidently, she has not yet learned to read, and she puzzles over the cover for a spell before promptly giving up and opening the book to inspect the inside.

Before she can begin her inspection, however, a disembodied hand materializes in front of her and gently plucks the book from her grasp. She lets out a disapproving whine, grabbing for the book before noticing the character that has suddenly appeared just a few steps away, a rather amused glint in his eyes.

The outcode blinks innocently, slowly lowering her grasping hooves and lowering her chin, attempting to feign ignorance.

“You are Fawn and Malfunction’s child, are you not?” a voice says from behind her. She jumps, nearly spinning in a circle to look at whoever had spoken so suddenly.

She is met with the sight of a Sans, and a familiar one at that. His mouth upturned in a sly grin, he crouches down to her level, eyes narrowed and sparking with playfulness. “Did I not tell you to refrain from touching the AUs, Seahorse? Are you sneaking over here to take a look while we are preoccupied?”

Seahorse pouts slightly, avoiding Inkwell’s eyes. “No… jus… fell. Thas all.”

Inkwell chuckles lightly. “Do not worry, I am not mad. You are young, it is only natural to be curious. But you should know that the Librarian can sense you here. Nothing escapes his eyes, not even sneaky little intruders fiddling with the books. Understand?”

“Uh huh…”

“Good. Now, your fathers have been looking for you. I suggest you hurry back to them before they declare you missing.”

Seahorse lets out a soft snort, but obliges, blipping out of existence to return to the Anti-void.