#also i thought about opening asks for Muffet and Maddy?

[viky2318]

(i thought i posted this a while ago but hey sounds like Tumblr broke again or something ._.)

so: i know no one seemed to care about my last story. i'm just here to tell you that I DIDN'T STOP WRITING!!!!!!!!!!! A new tale isn't discontinued, i'm still working on it!!!!!!!!! i simply noticed nobody seemed to enjoy it and decided to take my time. when i'll have finished writing it all i'll post the chapters one by one once a week.

with that said, have a nice day :3

[icedinsomnia]

UnderMoon Part 7

The castle sat on the top of a cliff, its walls made of stone so ancient it looked like it would fall apart any second. The trees were tall pines, which made it easier to hide from any patrolling guard.

‘Man, I’d say that stone is as ancient as the mountain. Worth more than any of us that’s for sure.’ Muffet exclaimed as Nick maneuvered them past the guards and up to the castle.

‘Wow! That castle is so huuuugggeeeee!’ MK said in awe, his childish voice becoming the most annoying sound in their head.

‘Monster Kid, we must be quiet. Who knows when the battle will erupt.’ Asgore explained to the child, he immediately quieted down.

“Papyrus, you’ve been quiet… is everything ok?” Nick whispered, hiding in the shadows.

‘Oh yes I am fine, just… preparing for the battle…’ he was scared to face the king, they all were… even Chara.

“Look… I have faith in us. I know we will be able to defeat the king. You just have to have faith.” Nick smiled, confident in their abilities.

“Please, everyone, believe in me. I will get us through this.” Nick mumbled. They were at the doors of the castle.

‘I believe in you Nick.’ Frisk chimed in.

‘So do I!’ MK said excitedly.

‘Same here.’ Flowey added.

‘We all believe in you Nick. Now go and kick your father’s ass!’ Undyne laughed, everyone agreeing and supporting Nick as they pushed open the door to the castle.

 Surprisingly there were no guards patrolling the castle. It was too easy.

‘Be cautious Nick.’ Asgore said quietly. Nick nodded and crept along the wall, staying in the shadows.

‘Up ahead is the throne room. He should be there…’ Frisk whispered, even though he didn’t have to. Nick took a deep breath and opened the door to the throne room. Inside sat a monster the size of them, his cloak covering his face. His armor that of the medieval times, skeletal and ghostly flesh and bone jutting out of the armors openings. His crown made from human bones.

“So, you’ve come at last my son.” The king roared, his voice making the windows tremble.

“I’ve come to stop your tyranny! You are not fit to rule this kingdom!” Nick yelled back, his voice matching the intensity of his father’s. His father broke out in hysterical laughter that seemed to shake the whole castle.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN STAND A CHANCE AGAINST ME?!” the king laughed, standing upright.

“Hell yeah! We will beat you and bring peace to the kingdoms!” Everyone seemed to yell at once.

“SO BE IT…” The king hissed. And the battle began. Nick automatically recognized the fighting style his father was using. It was a mixture of his, Maddie’s and Mark’s style of fighting.

“This will be a piece of cake!” Nick said, summoning his weapons and entrapping the whole room in Muffet’s webs.

“Is that so?” The king jeered, sending rustic weapons their way for his first attack, which they avoided easily.

‘Nick, those were physical attacks wrapped in magic!’ Flowey exclaimed.

“Yeah and?” Nick said back using his turn to attack back, he missed.

‘What he means is that he can use physical attacks against you since it’s also a magic attack.’ Chara added.

“Well can’t we do that?” Nick asked, sweat pouring down his face at seeing what seemed like millions of swords and knives aimed right at him, all of them cloaked in magic.

‘We don’t know how!’ Papyrus said worried.

‘Nick dodge that!’ Sans yelled, everyone’s screams bouncing around in his head. Nick tried to concentrate on teleporting to the ceiling, but was to slow and was dealt a minor blow to the shoulder of his upper left arm. Nick held onto the webs with his right arms.

“Damn…” Nick mumbled, looking down at the king.

‘Nick you have never been one for fights, let one of us take over.’ Undyne added, pumped up.

“No… no we have to work together. Everyone, we can beat him if we work together!” Nick yelled to them, the king smiling wickedly.

‘Alright!’ Frisk said, the others following suite. Together the ten of them controlled the boss, its stats seeming to increase just by their willpower. With their left arms they summoned their weapon while also using blue magic to keep the king to the ground, the webs working to grab at his soul.

“Blue means stop.” Papyrus said in their voice. The king tried to move, only to get hit by almost all the weapons aimed at him, dropping his health by a fourth.

“Huh, how about that.” The king seemed impressed with their efforts.

“But now it’s my turn.” The king broke free of Muffet’s webs and the blue attack to charge straight at them at high speeds.

“Dodge!” Sans yelled in their voice. The teleported safely to the ground but…

“Hello there!” The king laughed as he seemingly appeared beside them, using shear force throwing them against the far wall, breaking it into pieces. The webs untangling slowly.

“We can’t let the webs untangle!” Muffet said in their voice.

“Why?” Nick asked, looking at their health. They were down by a half.

“The webs are the only leverage we have, we have teleportation but I can feel his movements threw the webs. It would be easier if he couldn’t see us though…” Muffet sighed, they thought for a moment. The king awaiting their attack.

“I have an idea.” MK said excitedly.

“What is it?” Asgore asked. They all listened intently, but never taking their eyes off the king.

“We can use our physical attack this round to kill the light in the room to get an advantage. Then we use blue magic on the king, the only problem is he can cloak physical attacks in magic, we have magic from Nick, Sans, Papyrus and Flowey but dodging attacks like that would fall to-“MK was cut off by the two humans.

“That would fall to us.” Frisk and Chara said simultaneously.

“Ok, then lets put this plan to action!” Nick said, the ten of them putting their plan into action. They started by summoning an exact number of weapons and aiming them at the lights around the room, encasing them in darkness.

“What are you up to?” The king muttered, listening to the sounds of their movements. The webs went silent, the spider like stealth that Muffet contributed serving its purpose.

“Come out, come out where ever you are.” The king sang in an unpleasant tone. He sent rustic arrows upward with the speed and accuracy of a thousand trained assassins. But luckily for them, they were nowhere near the top of the room. It was their turn. They used blue magic to grab the king’s soul, but instead of Papyrus calling the shots, it was Sans.

“This trick again. Seriously. Go ahead and throw more useless weapons at me! They won’t do a thing.” The king taunted. Standing unusually still. They waited for the king to attack, moving very quietly around the base of the room.

“What is he waiting for?” Nick whispered. The third eye they have was from Muffet apparently, because without it they wouldn’t have been able to see in the dark.

“Something’s not right…” Undyne whispered back. The king muttered under his breath, chanting.

“He’s using his dark magic!” Fisk said in a hushed tone, the king’s gaze landing directly on them. In a matter of heartbeats the king shot a bold of dark magic at them, trapping them in burning restraints. They screamed, Nick taking the blow for them.

‘NICK!’ Frisk cried, trying to hold his soul together.

‘DO SOMETHING!’ Frisk wailed, Sans using his magic to hold Nick’s soul together, the cracks getting deeper.

‘Fuck it! I’m taking over!’ Chara, the genocidal, took full control of the body, COURAGE reigning supreme.

“I WILL KILL YOU FOR HURTING OUR LITTLE PASIFIST!” Chara roared, breaking free of the restraints with little effort and charging full speed into enemy fire, avoiding all attacks with ease.

‘Nick! Hang in there!’ Flowey teared up, trying to remain calm. Muffet used her webs to try and stabilize the pieces, but to no avail. The cracks kept getting deeper.

‘Does anyone have healing magic?! Or health items?!’ MK cried, trembling like a leaf. Everyone looked from one to the other.

‘Papyrus, can’t you heal?’ Undyne asked, looking at him with sincere eyes.

‘Y…yes, I do know how to use healing magic… but…’ Everyone looked at Papyrus, either with the expression of sadness or fury.

‘I… since I got this new soul my magic hasn’t been the same… I’m not sure my healing magic will be the same either…’ Papyrus rubbed his arms.

‘P…Pap… I…its ok… don’t…push…yourself…’ Nick muttered, trying to sit up. Frisk pushed him back down.

‘At least try, what’s the worst that can happen?’ Muffet hissed, avoiding Sans’s glare. Papyrus nodded.

‘O…ok…’ Papyrus sat next to Nick, doing his best to heal with the alterations of his new soul.

‘How are things going out there Chara?’ Asgore asked.

“OH JUST DANDY!” Chara reflected the attacks with their weapon, a fresh coat of blood on the blade.

‘You landed a hit on him?!’ Undyne exclaimed, astonished at the human girl.

‘At least she’s on our side…’ Sans mumbled under his breath. Chara didn’t respond to that.

“Yeah I hit him… looks like the blue attack is still in effect, hey Sans, try throwing this guy around like you did with me that one time.” Chara tested her luck against Sans patience. There was a moment of silence.

‘Fine…’ Sans co controlled the body with Chara, together they lifted the king up by his soul and hit him against every pole and wall in the room with all their might.

“I wonder if the blasters still work.” Chara teased, Sans getting more irritated with her. Using their combined magic they summoned spiked bones that jutted out of every corner of the floor and ceiling, blasters surrounding every inch of the walls.

“Let’s end this!” Sans roared, firing all the blasters at once and sending the bones threw their target with precision and clout. The light from all the blasters blinding to them.

‘Did we win?!’ Undyne yelled, everyone else hoping for the same result as her. The bones crumbled away, the blasters disarmed, and standing in the middle of the floor was the king. His health had taken a decent hit, but it wasn’t as affective as everyone had hoped.

‘DAMN IT!’ Undyne yelled.

‘G…guys… we have… to work together… use… all our souls… together…’ Nick coughed, using Frisk to sit up.

‘But… Nick… your soul can’t take another hit like that… you could…’ Papyrus started. They all knew that Nick could turn to dust any second under the right condition.

‘I’ll… be fine… we need to use… all the souls… all our power… at the same time… he has… a fourth health left… we can do it…!’ Nick smiled, determined. Everyone hesitated, but agreed none the less.

“So, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve, Fasgpyrnethk?” The king taunted. They all were so confused at the name the king had called them, like what even was that jumble of letters?!

“What?” Chara asked, weapon at the ready.

“Fasgpyrnethk, the combination of all ten of your names. It took me ages to think of something as complicated as that but what else is there to do other than wage war against inferior species?” The king shrugged in a childlike way.

‘Does something seem different about him?’ Sans asked, the body nodded.

‘Yeah totally, he has never been this relaxed and childish in all the years I’ve known him.’ Frisk responded.

“Yeah same here…” Chara added, glaring at the robed king.

“Hey king Lunic, take of your robe.” Chara challenged. The king became flustered.

“W…why?!” he covered his face like a child, embarrassed.

“That’s… not him…”Nick spoke in a weak voice.

‘What do you mean?’ Flowey inquired, Nick stood, Frisk holding him up.

‘His… personality… is different’ Nick coughed, Frisk trying to get him to sit back down.

‘I… haven’t known… him long, but there… is a clear difference… in… the one we were fighting… and the one… we are facing right now.’ Everyone paused, they looked at the embarrassed figure. Something was off.

“You aren’t the king… are you?” Frisk took over, trying to be kind instead of threatening. The king didn’t say anything for a bit, he was shaking.

“N…no… I’m not the king…” the skeletal hands with rotten flesh on them pulled the hood back to reveal what could only be described as horrific. It was like a skeleton’s face and a little girls face were melted together in a painful experiment, one could only wonder what the rest of them looks like…

“I…I’m Eliza… I was taken from my home and brought here… the king said if I was good… if I helped him… I could see my family again… but it’s been so long… so, so long… and I’m always in pain… the king said that if I stayed out of his way… and only was useful in supplying my  WISDOM… that I wouldn’t be hurt anymore… but… I… just want to go home… I want to see my family again… I WANT TO BE MYSELF AGAIN!” the child half of the face was crying, the skeleton like half… was leaking an ominous black substance…

“Please… please help me… I want this pain to stop… I want this to stop!” the child cried, pleading.

‘I’ll handle this… Asgore announced, no one protested. They all knew they had to end this child’s suffering… one way or another.

“Just… hold still…” Asgore mumbled, summoning a weapon and holding it in their lowest right hand.

“The pain will end soon…” But before Asgore could finish them, they changed.

“NO! I WILL NOT DIE BECAUSE OF YOUR WEAKNESS!” the Litch king shouted, his consciousness resurfacing. He summoned a rustic sword laced in magic.

“I don’t want to kill anymore!” the child shouted back, their consciousness’s fighting each other for control.

“Eliza?!” Asgore had shouted through their voice, but before he could help the suffering child…

“Tell my family…I love them…” Eliza took the sword and broke their own combined soul with it, the sound of it shattering and finally breaking staring a full five minutes of silence. The dust of the Litch king littered the floor, no trace left of Eliza. They, Fasgpyrnethk, left the castle without speaking. The armies of monsters that had surrounded the castle broke away at seeing them. It must have been Sans who took over because before they knew it they were beside the lake again.

“Hey… guys…” Nick said, seeming to have recovered slightly from Papyrus’s healing magic.

“Yeah?” MK responded.

“That girl…Eliza…”Nick started.

“There was nothing we could do for her…” Undyne sighed.

“Yeah, don’t beat yourself up about it…” Chara muttered.

“I knew her…” Nick rejoined, everyone caught off guard.

“I remember… we use to play together as children in an orphanage… one by one the king would take a child… trying to use them for his evil deeds we thought… but when it was my turn… I guess… my soul was given to the son of the king, who was deathly ill… that’s why my memories were so jumbled… because I was remembering my memories… and his…” Nick exhaled, the cold air brushing against their skin.

“Nick… I’m… so sorry…” Papyrus soothed, trying to comfort Nick in these times of distress.

“It’s alright Pap… I’m more upset about Eliza…” A tear rolled down their face.

“What was she to you?” Muffet asked, seeming to be generally curious. There was a pause, a light breeze the only noise that the twilight had to offer.

“She was my sister…” was all Nick could say before grief overtook him.

[icedinsomnia]

UnderMoon Part 4

It has been three days since Nick has seen the talking flower, an in those days three things happened. First was the fact that a human had entered the underground to make friends, second was the absence of six monsters: Sans and Papyrus, Undyne, Asgore, Muffet, and the strangest of all a young child who was living in Snowdin… Nick forgets his name but he was always kind to him, and infatuated with Undyne. The third thing that happened was that Nick had found out where the Philosophers stone was… the bad thing about that was its location. During Nick’s frantic search he had discovered pain and conflict in his soul, so naturally he took a quick look at it… but instead of the teal color he was used to, his soul now had a bright red around his fading teal soul. The only thing Nick could say at the time was.

“Oh… oh no…” he had considered going to talk to Dr. Alphys… but what would he say?

“Oh hey Dr. Alphys, I have a mythical stone fused with my soul can you do something about that?” just thinking about it made Nick feel like an idiot. So instead of that, Nick stayed home, trying to remember what that flower had told him. So far Nick only got pieces, like the LAB was where he made the stone, probably, and that he and Sans were very close back then… and what was weird was the more Nick tried to remember the more his memories jumbled and mixed together. Like the fact that he remembers his cousins and him entering the ruins together and into the underground, but he also remembers going to the ruins alone and being greeted with open arms by monster kind… everything was so confusing and mixed together that Nick couldn’t possibly make sense of any of it. He wasn’t even sure if he remembered his parents or family correctly. One thing Nick was positive of was his soul, he knew that his main trait was EMPATHY, he knew that Maddie’s soul was DEDICATION, and he knew Mark’s soul was COURAGE… so why did thinking about them and their souls make Nick feel sick? Make him feel guilty? Why couldn’t he remember?! Who was Nick? Why was he important to that flower? Why had it called him family?

“Why doesn’t anything make sense?!” Nick hollered as he threw a glass against the wall, watching it shatter into millions of pieces. As that happened a startled scream came from the doorway, Nick turned to face his guest when he realized.

“You… are the human everyone’s talking about…” Nick backed up a bit, his eyes not leaving the human.

“Uh, yeah I am… I was just passing through when I saw your house, I heard you yell and came to see if you were ok, then you threw the glass and it startled me… I’m sorry if I interrupted you in any way…” The human spoke clearly and with little emotion, it was familiar in a way.

“Do… I know you?” Nick asked, making sure to keep a good distance between the human and him.

“…we do know each other yes… well at least we did a long time ago… you really don’t remember me?” The human asked, tilting his head. Nick shook his head.

“Huh… well I’m Frisk, my main trait is DETERMINATION, I am the royal peace keeper and assassin to the king. You are Nick, main trait EMPATHY, you are the son of the king and are a brilliant alchemist. Does any of this ring a bell?” Frisk asked, stepping closer, Nick was at a loss for words.

“No…it doesn’t… since when was I a prince? How do you know so much about me? What do you mean by ‘you are the son of the king’? Do you mean Asgore?” Nick’s questions pilled on the more and more he talked.

“Ok, ok, take a breath. You have been a prince since… forever? I know all this because we lived in the palace together as children, I meant what I meant by saying you are the king’s son, and no I don’t mean Asgore. Asgore is our general… ok look, I’m not supposed to spend a lot of time here… but Chara did want me to try and get you back to our side…” Frisk went silent, thinking.

“What if… I went with you on your journey? Then you can help me fill in the blanks of my memory and I can help you… do whatever it is you are trying to do down here…” Nick thought for a split second and remembered what the flower had told him about the humans. Then he thought ‘what if I’m the reason this human is here?’

“Alright. You can tag along. But first…” Frisk got really close, uncomfortably close.

“Where is the Philosophers Stone?” Frisk had a look that gave Nick chills.

“I…don’t trust you enough to tell you yet…” Nick responded, hoping that would be enough to keep the human occupied. There was silence between the two for a minute.

“Tsk… fine then… lets go princy, I won’t wait around forever you know…” Frisk made his way out of Nick’s house, Nick following a little ways behind.

 A FEW HOURS LATER

“So… everyone trapped here is a member of the royal court? Or a child of that member? And the only way to free them is for six monster souls and six human souls to join and break the barrier? And the reason we don’t remember is because of the curse? Because the more and more we’re under the moon the more we forget?” Nick asked, hands in pockets as he floated next to Frisk.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, and kind of? You see the moon distorts the minds of the ones affected by the curse. For example, you, you are affected by ALL the moon phases and didn’t even realize it. So your memories started fading faster than everyone else.” Nick nodded.

“Ok, I get it… so, who is my father? If not Asgore then who? Is it this Lord Gaster I’ve heard so much about?” Nick asked, becoming more and more curious.

“No, Lord Gaster is the royal advisor and Sans and Papyrus are his children. Your father… he is King Lunic, the last pure breed of his kind…” Frisk smiled at the thought of his king, Nick’s father.

“What is he?” Nick enquired, tilting his head.

“He’s of the spectral clan, or in simpler terms, he’s a ghost. Well technically he’s more of a Litch, but his magic is insane. Only one of royal blood, like yourself, could stand a chance against him in battle. At least that’s what I heard.”  Frisk turned to look at Nick, the humans red eyes almost glowing in the dawn.

“So… what are you then? Are you pure human or half monster?” Nick tested, getting as much information as he could. Frisk laughed.

“Haha! Now here is the Nick I know! The one who always asked personal questions! Well since you don’t remember I’ll just tell you. I am a half breed like you are, I am of the shadow clan, as is my sister Chara. All shadow breeds are born with overwhelming amounts of DETERMINATION. As is the way of a shadow.” Frisk laughed at Nick’s awe and amazement.

“That’s so cool!” was all Nick could say. The two of them smiled and laughed together like two old friends getting together after years of detachment, well technically, that was exactly what it was like.

“Man I missed this! I missed you Frisk!” Nick said in the most natural way possible. Frisk’s jaw dropped, Nick raised his eyebrow.

“What?” Nick asked, chuckling.

“You… said you missed this and that you missed me. You use to say that whenever we were separated for a long period of time. Heh, maybe you remember more than you think.” Frisk smiled, putting an arm around Nick’s shoulders, being careful not to phase through him. Nick was going to say something, but stopped himself. The two of them walking through Waterfall together, enjoying their moment of recollection. Hiding in the shadows was a yellow flower, its new pink soul radiating guilt.

“Good… he didn’t tell Nick… I just hope that we are doing the right thing here…” Flowey ducked into the earth and reappeared in Asgore’s throne room.

“Father, Frisk is on his way with Nick and the six human souls. Chara will be here shortly with the final piece to Lord Gaster’s creation. Do you have any questions about the plan?” Asgore, who was casually sitting on his throne of lies, shook his head.

“No, I have no questions son, I shall get the others so we can begin preparations. What will become of the other two? Maddie and Mark?” Asgore looked down at his flower son, eyes saddened at the sight.

“Well… they don’t have souls, they are literally hollowed out versions of what they once were. I know Prince Nick won’t be happy, but as long as we can get that stone from him we have nothing to worry about.” Flowey responded, annoyed.

“As long as the stone hasn’t fused with a soul, then everything should be fine.” Flowey looked up at his father.

“And what if it has?” Asgore asked.

“Then this was all for nothing. That stone not only will grant immortality but will increase the users HP, Attack, Defense, their LOVE… and if Nick was the one who fused it with his soul… then there is a possibility that the stone will also fuse with the other souls around it. Not just the six you all will wield but also the souls me and Chara have and Frisk’s soul as well… it would make him practically unstoppable… theoretically…” Flowey and Asgore shared a moment of worry, hoping that it hasn’t already come to that.