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cosmosfated · 5 years ago

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Always Together, Undivided

A familiar face wanders the city streets of Washington, D.C. as one hand toys with a peculiar crystal hanging around her neck, the gradient of reds, magentas, and violets amplified by the glint of whites and silvers within it like stars. That same hand catches her attention as she finds her eyes settling on a crown shaped ring. Looking at it makes her sad at the same time as giving her a bit of relief, though she can’t quite grasp why.

This place is so abnormal to her, so entirely strange and out of place, and yet she feels as if she’s been here dozens, maybe hundreds of times before. Some things feel new and foreign, while other things feel as if she’s been told about them several times before. It’s confusing her and making her worried about how well she’s actually been sleeping.

... No, that’s not it.

She doesn’t know why, but there’s something to the familiarity.

Why did she come here, again? She knows it’s important, it had to be for her to be wandering around alone in a place she doesn’t remember ever going to and yet recalls the street names with ease.

Her throat doesn’t let her hum along, but she remembers bits and pieces of a melody that helps her remember where 14th is in reference to Connecticut, where Independence is to 16th. She remembers being led to a dance hall that is bustling with people going to see a midday show, remembers the feeling of being amused by... she thinks someone she was with being confused and reluctant about the idea of dancing. She thinks she was with someone she cared deeply with, and they were her heart, her soul, and made her feel as if she would never be alone again.

The thought of someone having been there, she finds herself gripping that strange crystal again, tighter this time. It startles her, as it does every time, to feel the low rush of warmth like a blanket over top of you when you’re half awake. Something welcome and comforting, like the touch of a loved one.

Her mind being elsewhere allows for her to bump into someone on the street, forcing her to lose her balance and drop her notebook and pen on the ground as she falls. Katie winces on contact, rubbing at her lower back as she reaches for her notebook with the other hand. As she does so, she sees a hand being held out to usher her to her feet.

The face she sees is... familiar? She thinks so, at least.

“Sorry for running into you like that. I really ought to keep my head out of the clouds.”

She doesn’t take the hand, instead quickly grabbing her pen that was a short distance away from her notebook. As she stands, she writes back a response that’s a bit more hasty than her normal writing, mostly from embarrassment.

➥ It’s alright! I wasn’t paying much attention either. Sorry.

The young adult tilts their head at her, and recognition passes their eyes as they nod. “Don’t worry about it! As recompense, why don’t I treat you to a sweet from a bakery nearby? My name’s Sunshine, by the way. Your name slips my mind... care to remind me?”

Sunshine.

Something registers in the back of her mind. She knows that name. Of course! Of course she knows that name. Sunshine’s the Ambassador here, of course! Is Sunshine the one that she came here f─

She feels a weight on her shoulders. It’s a familiar type of weight, seeing as sometimes Sans or Papyrus does the same thing to her. It’s protective, and quietly warning her not to go through with this... or if she does, to be on her guard at all times. It’s not abnormal for parental figures to do, and she’s started to grow used to it after all this time.

But it’s strange, this time it’s a bit disorienting. It feels as if there’s claws resting against her skin, gentle and yet steady in their protection. For some reason, she isn’t afraid of these claws. For some reason, she knows she would be safe as long as these claws rest where they do.

➥ Katie. Sorry about not recognizing you, Sunshine. And sweets sound nice right now, thank you.

It gives her the boost necessary to hesitantly agree, if only just to answer a few questions she has about this situation. She does keep a good foot or two of distance between the two of them, instead lightly leaning in to the feeling of claws that haven’t moved from their place, and the sensation of a warm coat that she’s positive she’s seen before but can’t seem to describe. Such odd things to feel safe around, she first thinks, and then immediately corrects herself: no, this isn’t strange at all, this is normal.

“So, Katie,” Sunshine starts as they lead her towards the bakery they spoke of. “I hope it’s not personal, but that necklace you have... that’s a very interesting gem you’ve acquired. Where’d you get it from?”

She goes to write out her answer, but finds that... she doesn’t know where she got it from. She tilts her head curiously. She feels as if someone had given it to her, someone important. Yes, it was someone important. Trust, something to do with trust.

Do you trust me? ─ Without a doubt. Always.

➥ I don’t remember, but it’s important to me.

“Oh?” They tilt their head curiously, stopping for a moment to move slightly as if to reach for it. “I have an eye for gems and things of value. I can see what that is for you, if you’ll let me handle it for a moment.”

The grip upon her shoulders tightens for a moment, ever so slightly. A warning, familiar and known, unspoken because there need be no words for something like that. Katie shakes her head, posture becoming defensive.

“I know I’m practically a stranger, since we haven’t spoken much since I was thirteen... but come on, Katie, you know I wouldn’t do anything to damage what belongs to you. Will you let me see it?” Their voice is alluring, singsong and practically inviting her to hand over the crystal kept always close to her heart. One hand moves without thought, starting to undo the latch, only for something to happen that makes her stop.

For a moment, it’s as if someone put their hand in front of her eyes while at the same time clarifying her vision to something beyond this. Possessive claws replace the neatly trimmed nails on their fingers, immaculate teeth replaced by two rows of sharp monstrous teeth, and a serpent’s forked tongue that almost seems to flick out to taste the air as serpents do. Brown eyes go a blinding, glowing, neon red and ridged horns curl along the top of their head over their hair, twisting upwards slightly behind their head. The fluttering of wings with spikes and leathery texture, also herald a red tint.

Katie’s eyes widen, grip tightening on the crystal she almost gave away, locking it again.

Sunshine is not who they say they are.

Possessive, charismatic, deceptive. All on top of having the power of a Mage.

She takes a half step away as the images fall away the instant she sees them. She can’t even start to write anything, stunned into a secondary silence as her mind blanks from the confusion, the fear, and the desire to get as far away from this situation as possible. She sees them reach out towards the crystal she’s wearing anyway and she’s not fast enough to pull away, but─

Sunshine recoils almost instantly, a choked back sound of pain turning into a low horrible growl in the back of their throat. A quick glance spared to their hand shows her a lightning pattern of brilliant silver where veins would typically be shown, glowing dimly under the skin and brightening in places at random as if struck. There’s another growl, and the person before her snarls.

Not like a person who was hurt and blames it on the person acting in self defense, but rather a wild beast towards someone in their territory. Almost feral, in a way of speaking. Much less a person, and rather something pretending to be a person she knew and tried to trick her.

Before they can try anything else, she turns on her heel and runs as she feels one set of claws move to one of her hands, gently brushing against the skin in the manner of run, run and don’t look back, avoid them at all costs. She doesn’t think twice about knowing the meaning of such a simple action, she has no reason to. She just knows what it means and she won’t question what’s keeping her safe.

She runs, runs until her throat burns and crackling coughs make her wince from the pain. She doubles over to catch her breath and almost starts to cry. What was that? What were they? Sunshine wasn’t like this before... before what? She can’t remember.

There’s a light sensation on one side of her face as she rights herself, and she can’t help but lean her head into it. Eyes closing, her hand on the crystal shifting to where the feeling of a clawed hand is resting against her cheek.

Do you trust me? ─ Without a doubt. Always. Then I’ll always be here to keep you safe. ─ I’ll be here to remind you you’re loved. Forever yours, my light. ─ Forever yours...

Katie opens her eyes as the warmth fades again.

...There’s someone she should see here, isn’t there? She should find him.

#Epilogue #Fragmented Fate #SUNSHINE.#mutemade #long post #I had to organize things with Kona #* drabbles. \ they're more like fics than anything.

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icedinsomnia · 5 years ago

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SteamTale Part 2

PART 2: CORRUPT FILES

Sans, in the judgement hall during the first run, stood ready to fight the genocidal human. He waited and waited, then the silhouette of a human approached, Frisk, eyes blood thirsty and knife ready to kill more innocents. Sans fixed Papyrus’s scarf that he wore, eyes ablaze. If he didn’t stop the human here, then the king would be next and then the rest of the monsters who are hiding in the LABs.

“You have come back to fight me fifteen times kid… when will you just GIVE UP!” Sans had tears forming in his eyes. He thought of Papyrus. Frisk smiled.

“You will have to do BETTER THAN THAT!” Frisk laughed wickedly. Sans was the first to attack, teleporting right beside Frisk as he sent a bone through the child’s abdomen. Frisk died instantly.

“Heh… Get Dunked On… You dirty brother killer…” And Sans waited again for the human to return… sixteen times…

Sans and Chara didn’t speak for a long while.

“So… when FRISK quoted you… it was just something to let you know that it was them who did the first run… who eventually became your friend… and that it wasn’t me…” Chara stood proud, weapons at the ready in case Sans attacked. Sans pulled down his mask, old blood staining his face.

“Yeah, I knew something was off when I first spotted the kid… they seemed so familiar… and by quoting me, it proved my hypothesis…” Sans approached.

“It proved that YOU aren’t supposed to be here, that you manipulated the files somehow and switched spots with FRISK. That you sent an innocent child to suffer eternally in the coding of this world!” Sans shouted, Chara recoiled out of reflex, but her composure maintained.

“S…so what! Why dose FRISK get to live a good life and I don’t! It just isn’t fair!” Chara screamed back.

“You’re right! It isn’t fair!” Sans hesitated, then continued.

“But what you did… was wicked and selfish… and I… can’t believe that I considered you as my friend…” Sans summoned his blasters, Chara took a few steps back.

“Sans I’m sorry! I had no other option! B… but, I know how to fix it! I swear!” Chara was against the wall, she didn’t want to fight Sans, but she wasn’t going to die at his hands either. Sans thought for a moment, then unsummoned his blasters.

“Then how do we fix it?” Sans asked, showing little emotion. Chara let out a sigh of relief. She smiled and said in a whisper

“Alright… here is what you must do…”

Sans walked through what use to be Waterfall, but with all the toxins from the surface it has turned this beautiful spot into a marsh of decay. This is where FRISK would be hiding, at least that is what Chara told him… He would be where the old statue was, waiting. Sans didn’t waste any time. He teleported over to where the old statue was, and there was FRISK. The human was placing an old umbrella in the arm of the statue to keep it dry, it didn’t play music anymore but…

“FRISK?” Sans spoke up, FRISK wasn’t startled, it was almost like he expected Sans to show up.

“So… you came…” FRISK spoke lightly and nonthreatening. Sans approached cautiously.

“I’m… so sorry… about starting off with the genocide run… and about… killing those monsters…” FRISK was about to cry, which Sans thought was a bit suspicious.

“I… I wanted my life back… and when I killed those monsters… I… wanted to reset… but…” FRISK went quiet, the sound of the wind the only noise in Waterfall.

“I… couldn’t reset… I didn’t want to gain LOVE… but… I did…” FRISK continued. Sans put a hand on FRISK, he glitched out a bit.

“Kid?” Sans took his hand off in surprise. FRISK calmed down, taking deep breaths.

“Sorry… Chara’s power… affects my coding… this power allows me to jump into different timelines and through the time span of a single timeline. An example would be… I can go into a timeline like this one… and I can go back or forward in time… I actually have been here before… in the past… but me being there wouldn’t help me so I didn’t bother messing with it and creating a separate timeline because I changed everything…” FRISK looked at Sans. Sans had some confusion on his face but understood most of what FRISK said. FRISK rolled his eyes and let out a small sigh.

“So… what will you do now?” FRISK asked, Sans remained quiet, remembering what Chara had told him. FRISK chuckled, got to his feet and started walking. He motioned Sans to follow him, and Sans did.

“So Sans, I am guessing you have a lot of questions?” FRISK looked to his companion, his hands resting behind his back. Sans nodded.

“If you don’t mind indulging me kid, some information would be great.” Sans pulled out a notepad and a pen, FRISK smiled.

“Alright… where to begin?” FRISK thought for a moment.

“Ah yes, that would be a good place. Alright so you know about this power Chara had? That I now have?” FRISK looked to Sans who nodded.

“But do you know what it REALLY is?” FRISK pressed. Sans hesitated, then shook his head.

“I thought so. Well Sans, this power Chara had gave her, now gives me, the ability to manipulate the files, travel into different timelines and forward and backward in time.” FRISK let his eyes wander a bit before continuing.

“You see Sans, Chara isn’t your ORIGIONAL Chara. She is from a different timeline and, by using her ability, was able to jump to this timeline.”

“Wait a second!” Sans stopped FRISK for a minute.

“What do you mean Chara isn’t our original Chara?!” Sans was flabbergasted at the concept of different Chara’s that can all mess with the files and switch places whenever.

“The Chara you know is from a timeline where she was always ridiculed and hated, so she jumped timelines until she came here. Usually a Chara won’t go to another timeline with a Chara already there, so they won’t fight for dominance over that timeline, so they just go find timelines without a Chara…” FRISK choked out those last three words as if they hurt to say.

“So… what happened to our Chara?” Sans asked, taking notes. There was hesitation, then sadness as FRISK spoke.

“Your Chara… killed herself… she… deleted her own file from the coding… it was awful too… she was even a pacifist Chara… and I…” Frisk didn’t finish his sentence, he just went quiet. Sans was in turmoil at hearing his Chara…

“Why did she do it?” Sans asked, hoping to lift some of the tension and sadness.

“I’m not sure… one day she was gone… she left a note explaining what happened but didn’t leave a reason why she would have felt the way she did in order to…” FRISK and Sans stopped walking.

“Kid?” Sans spoke up, confused.

“Sans how much do you trust Chara?” FRISK asked suddenly. Sans was about to answer, then stopped. Dose he really know Chara as well as he believed? She had already lied to him and everyone else about herself and FRISK… so why should he trust her? Maybe… it is because of what she said when she was younger…

‘I wanna be just like you Sans!” she had innocence then… and she did kind of become a judge when Sans wasn’t around, she even started quoting him, which he finds annoying.

“Sans you have two options… in one timeline we make it to the surface and help humanity restore the earth to its former glory, in the other… we all die accept for you… so choose your allies wisely Sans… because only you can bring us a TRUE happy ending.” FRISK smiled dejectedly, he put a hand on Sans’s shoulder for a moment, then disappeared again. Sans just stood there, thinking about Chara and FRISK… about the original Chara of this timeline… and of what FRISK said about a TRUE happy ending…

“Welp… I guess I should start making my way to Chara’s meeting spot… wish the kid was more specific about why I had to meet her by an old door…” and Sans teleported to a hidden door which hides what shouldn’t be seen.

#steamtale undertale au

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skeletorific · 6 years ago

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Repercussions-Horrortale

Just in time for @disasterbisexual ‘s Horrortober, I present to you another gruesome commission from @frankpanioncube who has been so so patient with me.

Fair warning guys, this is going under a cut, not only because its a bit on the long side but because its one of the more graphic things I’ve ever written for this blog. Definitely a stretch for my writing muscles, though I’m happy with how it turned out!

If you’re interested in commissioning me, feel free to DM me!

Trigger Warning: Blood, gore, cannibalism, graphic depictions of violence, descriptions of a panic attack, descriptions of disassociation.

It's a dark autumn night. The kind that makes his brother nervous but ultimately makes Axe feel...calm. Yeah, he can’t see what waits in the shadows. But then again, whatever waits in the shadows can’t see him either.

“WELL, I THINK THAT WENT BETTER TH-THAN LAST TIME.” Cr-....No, Papyrus said. He fucking hated that nickname. A cruel dig from Rus that the others had picked up over time. He couldn’t tell whether it bothered Paps or not, frankly, he was just so happy to feel included. That they had bothered to name him all.

“yeah. Sure Paps” He said, looking over his shoulder and backing out of the driveway. They had just finished up dinner at the Swaps. He was pretty sure Blue had only bothered to include them because Paps was on the groupchat where they all made plans. Regardless, his brother had been too excited and Axe wasn’t much for turning down free food lately.

“DO YOU TH-THINK THEY REALLY LIKED THE CASSEROLE?” Papyrus said. There was a half-empty dish in his lap. “THEY D-DIDN’T SEEM TO TOUCH IT MUCH.”

“....I’m sure they did bro.” He said quietly, pulling onto the highway. “You’re a good cook. Even Edge admitted it, remember?”

That seemed to perk him up a bit, but Axe could still tell it was bothering him. His fingers picked at the sleeve of his sweater, tugging the stitches in a way that would break them if he wasn’t more careful.

Still, least it got him off picking the cracks in his bones.

“....I EVEN MADE SURE IT WAS VEGETARIAN...”

It came out so softly that Axe wasn’t sure if he meant to say it out loud.

The shorter skeleton’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and he felt his teeth grind against each other.

He hated them so much.

He hated the way....the fucking way they looked at them. Especially the two who had decided they had the sole right to their proper names. But the Fell and Swapfell brothers had no leg to stand on either.

They judged them. They looked at them as the representation of how far any of them could fall. Like they were the worst things could get.

And yeah. Maybe to an extent they were right. But when were they gonna get their heads out of their asses and realize that it wasn’t like they’d had a choice?

As far as Axe was concerned none of them had really known how bad things could get Underground. The sob story about resets was more than familiar to him. After all, he’d been screwed over by the Anomaly but good. And when he heard stories about the Fell timeline all he could do was laugh. Because anything would have been preferable to the hunger. The gnawing feeling that became the center of their existence.

Had any of them ever had to watch as their brother came home with more and more injuries that he refused to explain? Watch him recoil from touch and cry out apologies in his sleep? Had any of them had to be betrayed by someone who was once a close friend? Had any of them had to make a choice for everyone?

Make that....that one horrible, vomitous, necessary choice that changed everything?

He still remembered the look on Papyrus’ face once he found out what he’d been putting the others up to. And he still remembered the way he cried after Axe finally fessed up that it wasn’t water sausages he’d been bringing home.

Maybe he’d been an idiot for thinking that....that the Surface would ever understand. He’d known, when Aliza finally freed them, that it would be tough. That many of them were far too shattered to ever reintegrate to peaceful society ever again. But....maybe he’d hoped there’d be compassion. For what they all went through.

They were the victims.

But as far as any humans were concerned, they should have laid down and died happily rather than harm one of them.

“A-ARE THOSE PEOPLE?”

“What?” he said, jerked out of his reverie. How long had they been driving? He was used to losing time, but it was always a guessing game how much.

“THERE! DOWN BY THE STOP SIGN!” Crooks pointed. “WHY AREN’T THEY IN THEIR C-CAR, IT'S LATE!”

Axe peered through the darkness, they were still a ways off. Sure enough, two humans. One was leaning against the car, while the other had his arm out toward the road. Thumb out.

“huh. Hitchhikers.”

“SHOULD WE H-HELP THEM?”

.......

He was...planning on doing this later. But on a night like tonight, when he was already furious, it felt like some kind of sign...before he let himself overthink it he pulled over.

Papyrus rolled down the window and stuck his head out. “A-ARE YOU ALRIGHT”

Both of them jumped. The woman screamed a little. And Axe knew then he’d chosen right.

Although to be fair, a skeleton popping out of a car while you’re hitchhiking on a lonely road did seem like a campfire story setup.

“U-uh....” The guy recovered faster, running a hand through his hair. “....ran out of gas. We don’t live in the area, and...well, I was gonna start walking. Try to find some gas.”

“There’s not a gas station on this stretch for a few miles.” Axe said shortly. “anythin you do find’ll be closed by the time you get there.”

The man looked slightly crestfallen. The girl was rubbing her arms, looking between them and her phone with no small amount of anxiety.

“D-DO YOU HAVE SOMEONE YOU CAN CALL?”

“No....”

“we’re roadtripping” The woman finally spoke. “This was supposed to be a drive-by town.”

There was a slight glint to Axe’s eyelight.

“....we’ll take you to the next station.”

The couple looked surprised. Papyrus did too, turning to face him.

“...I mean...are you sure?” The man said. “I mean, I can pay you for the trouble, but we don’t want to imp-”

“It’ll be fine.” Axe looked him dead in the eyes. “ ‘less you’re too scared to get in the car with a couple of monsters.”

“S-SANS!” Papyrus chastised. The couple looked immediately uncomfortable. Axe didn’t care. He didn’t break his stare, waiting to see what they’re response would be.

The man looked back at the woman, who seemed to gather her resolve before climbing into the backseat. He followed her.

“Thank you.” The woman said, nodding to Axe. He thought he caught thin notes of defiance in her tone. See? Not a bigot.

Sure.

“I-I’M PAPYRUS AND THIS IS M-MY BROTHER, SANS.”

“Uh...I’m Chase.” He said, buckling his seatbelt.

“Mae.”

“IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU!” He thrust his hand enthusiastically into the backseat.

They both recoiled. Axe saw it in the rearview mirror. Still, they shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you too,” Mae said.

He started the car back up and pulled onto the road.

“S-SO, WHERE ARE YOU FROM?” His brother was smiling wide. Despite the circumstances, he was always enthused to find new people. Especially ones that didn’t run away before he got a word in.

“A couple states over.” He said.

“ARE YOU D-DRIVING HOME, OR LEAVING IT?” “Leaving. Going down to the coast for a few days.”

“O-OH! DO YOU HAVE FAMILY DOWN THERE?”

“No....”

“We both don’t have much in the way of a family,” Mae said. “It's an anniversary thing”

“OH, I-I’M SORRY, I-”

“Its fine”

Axe sat quietly while they continued to chat. The two in the backseat were clearly a little uncomfortable but his brother had a way of putting people at ease. It was almost scary.

Not much family, huh?

.....

Did he want to tell Papyrus?

Indicate to him maybe what was about to happen?

Even he wasn’t sure

He never was anymore.

His brain and body seemed to communicate, but it was disjointed and reactive. One responding to the other.

Body moves. Brain catches up

Mind races. Body slows to wait for it to burn out.

Fingers pick at a hole. Brain eventually remembers it's getting too big and it hurts.

Hands covered in blood.

Mind wonders where it came from.

Remembers. Remembers. Remembers-

“ever been this close to Ebbot?” He abruptly cut in, startling them both.

“...no”

“So not a lot of monsters”

“One or two coworkers...online” Chase said weakly.

“M-MOST OF US DON’T STRAY FAR FROM THE MOUNTAIN.”

They were silent.

“That’s true bro,” Axe said. His tone deceptively light. “Ya know why that is?”

“Listen, buddy-”

“Because the other cities have made pretty damn clear they don’t want any dirty fuckin cannibals in their-”

“SANS! ENOUGH!”

“neither of us had anything to do with that!” Mae said. He could see anger flaring in her eyes.

“Where are you from.”

“...Duthan”

He laughed hoarsely. Bitterly. “Mean the one with the mayor that said he literally wouldn’t allow us within city limits?”

At this point Crooks had fallen silent. Just watching it like a trainwreck right before his eyes. Couldn’t look away but couldn’t stop it either.

“We didn’t vote for him-”

“Why’d you even pick us up if you hate humans so much.” Mae said, a nasty edge to her voice. And maybe Axe couldn’t blame her. Deep down he knew he was being a provoking ass. He just didn’t care. And every word they said in weak defense was only adding fuel to his fire. “All of us are just bigots by default, huh?”

“Nah. Most of you? Just lazy.” He turned off the main road onto a gravel one. Papyrus raised a brow but Axe gave him a meaningful look that silenced him. At this point the taller skeleton was starting to retreat inward, he could see it by the look in his eyes. He hated fighting, hated raised voices and the stress of conflicts he could do nothing to stop. The thought gave him a pang of guilt, but he’d made his bed.

Time to lie in it.

“Lazy?! I’ll have you know I vote in every election, and it certainly wasn’t for him-”

“Yeah, and what’d you do besides that, huh? Try to help out any of the local monsters? Protest? Do anything but pull a lever and make a social media post that 12 of your friends liked?”

“People are scared of you all!” She said. Chase looked freaked out but she was picking up a head of steam. “You ate people! And you haven’t given any of them enough time to get over that, its natural they’d be anxious! You should be gra-”....her voice died out.

Maybe he imagined it. He probably did. But there was a noise from the back of his mind.

Like thin ice that had just been cracked.

“......I....”

“-are we close to the gas station” chase cut across it, desperate for any other conversation topic. “This road seems....kind of abandoned.”

“We’re here.”

Axe pulled up in front of a log cabin. Windows darkened. The forest was....well, not still. Forest’s never were. They were teeming with life, even at night time. But they were a long ways away from everything that really mattered.

Part of what he loved about the place.

His head was starting to feel echoey. Like stimulation was coming in from a thousand miles away. Sounds didn’t quite translate until a moment after the fact. When he turned off the car his hand felt like it was pushing through water. Like skimming your fingers over a puddle.

He got out of the car.

“....this isn’t a gas station.” Mae said.

His tone wasn’t flat. It never was. Somehow no matter how on auto-pilot he got his voice was always soft. “Pumps are around the back. Attendant lives here.” He crooked a finger, beckoning them to follow.

They both looked mildly nervous.

“...hey. If I hurt ya I’m just fulfillin a stereotype right? Promise, if I wanted you dead you’d be on the side of the road.”

That thought didn’t seem to appease them. But they both got out. And started to follow Axe around the side of the house.

His last glimpse of the car was Papyrus still sitting inside. Staring out ahead. For once not fidgeting, just...still.

At that moment he knew his brother had figured out what would come next.

But he at least wouldn’t intervene. Or couldn’t.

Right now he didn’t care.

That underwater feeling continued. It took him a moment to realize Mae was speaking.

“Um....listen” Mae said, voice near a whisper. Nerves maybe. “I just said something I regret. I promise you, neither of us has anti-monster sentiments. We just....we deal with a lot of scared friends. We have sympathy for it, I guess.”

Silence.

“....how were you gonna finish that sentence hon.” He said. Tone even.

“What?”

“Was it gonna be grateful?”

Was he afraid? Cold sweat. Something clammy in his soul. Guilt maybe. Exhilaration maybe. It was a lot of things that he couldn’t discern. Just watch em pass.

The moon shone through the treetops, illuminating the backyard, which was covered in leaves, a worktable....and an ax. Not that they saw that yet.

“....wh-where’s the gas?”

“Grateful for your table scraps?” The glow of his red eye seemed intensified by the darkness that shrouded all of them. The two stiffened, and he knew they felt it. The weight of their words. Their darkest thoughts. Their sins. All coming down on their shoulders.

His hand took hold of the ax.

“Grateful for the fact that you let us keep breathing? Grateful for you all allowing us to exist?”

He walked closer. Both of them seemed frozen in place. They always were.

“None of you understand what we went through. What we’re still going through. We were forced into a corner, you understand? None of us wanted this, none of us-”

.....

“I don’t need to explain shit I guess.” He sighed.

The man fell first. The ax buried in his skull with a thick, wet crunch. Axe was overwhelmed by how familiar it still felt. How it still felt like business as usual. It had been three years since his last kill. And yet, when the blood spurted out like a faucet, he didn’t even flinch as the hot spray his face. His shirt. The meat’s eyes bulged like the pressure from the Axe was squeezing them out.

He half wondered if they would pop.

Mae watched him fall. And just...stopped. Stared. It took Axe a moment to wedge the blade out of his skull. A horrible squelching noise as it rearranged the grey matter a pit before finally pulling free, blood and meat dribbling off the blade. He was still twitching but Sans knew from long experience that was just the nervous system crashing. Blood continued to gush as the jugular continued to pour blood into a cranium that could no longer use it, matting his hair into clumps and soaking the ground into mud.

He kept an eye on her as he drank in the sight. Expecting her to run. Or attack him, try to fight him off.

She did neither.

She screamed. A raw animal scream that went straight to his skull, making his vision fuzz out. And at that moment the rage overtook him. He’d killed Chase in a mechanical fashion, but the noise got to him. Like it always did. Made the world suddenly feel like it was on vibrate, everything shaky and uncomfortable and so fucking irritating-

Hah

Heh

He came to over the body, so decimated he could barely make out individual features. Her face had almost...caved in on itself, a broken mush of teeth and torn flesh and just a hint of bone. Even some hair, bangs from her face that had been caught in the pulp. One of her eyes was caught on his ax, retina barely still attached to the face.

Blood gurgled from her wounds, forming a puddle. The breath had long since left her body, and now her body was just draining its life through every hole it could find. He’d ripped open gashes in her chest and arm. The blood drenched him now, filling his senses every which way.

He could see her lungs, sprinkled with bits of a splintered bones. Careless. The meat was exposed to the elements.

Nevermindnevermindnevermind.

....huh.

For a moment it felt-

“Y-Y-Y-OU....PROMIS-...PROMISED-”

His heart sank like lead as he heard the gasping voice behind him.

He turned.

Papyrus. Clutching the wall for any feeble support. Breath coming in chokes. He was nearly doubled over with panics, gasping for air like he was about to drown. His eyelights sputtered out. He could hear the clacking noise of every bone in his body shaking.

“B-bro....bro, please, please breath...” He walked over to him, trying to put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him, but he drew back.

“P-P-PROMISED ME....DONE...IT....” Gasp gasp gasp. Every swallow of air was palpably agonizing and tears were forming in his sockets. “WE-WERE-DONE-!”

“Bro, please listen....” He came over to him, putting a hand on the back of his skull. He was bent over enough for that. Papyrus didn't pull back this time, desperate for anything to reassure him, to give him back the air his body was rejecting. He clutched Sans’ shoulders.

“Listen to me, ok? We’ll....we’ll deal with this. Nobody has to know.”

“WH-WHY....WH-WHY DID YOU...”

“....I had too. I can’t explain it, but....” He barely glanced at the corpses. “....had to take something back, you know? Maybe....maybe if they realized keeping us like this....maybe if they lose enough they’ll understand what its like to-....”

Papyrus was silent.

“I’m sorry you saw that. But we’ll deal with this, ok?” Even Sans used to be frightened by how steady his voice could be in these situations. Like he was just built for these kinds of dark acts. “Nobody needs to know. We can...hide it. Ok?”

Slowly his eyelights flickered back in.

“There we go...”

It took about half an hour of coaxing, but eventually, Papyrus was calmed enough to straighten up. His face was still so blank, in a way that made him nervous, but at least he didn’t sound like a drowning victim now.

“S-SO....WE’LL HAVE TO HIDE THESE...”

“I can...bury them. Out back. So deep even the wolves won’t dig it up.

Both of them looked at the bodies. The smell of blood was one familiar to both of them. Tantalizing, even now....

They swallowed hard. Sans felt himself shiver.

“S-SEEMS....SEEMS A SHAME TO....”

“I kept the grinder” Both their voices were very faint. Like they didn’t want even the other to hear them. “From back in the old days.”

“A-AFTER A-ALL....FEWER P-PIECES MEANS...THEY MIGHT FIND IT LESS E-EASILY....”

“....yeah.”

It was another long moment. The wind kicked up on the trees.

And under the moonlight, the skeletons dragged two bodies back across the yard...

A week later

Stretch was at the table, leaning back in his chair. No matter how much his brother scolded it was just kind of his default position.

“So, who’s bringing what?” He said, messing around his phone.

“UM...” blue said, looking up from his frying pan. “PAPYRUS IS BRINGING GNOCCHI, EDGE HAS SOME MERINGUE THING HE WANTS TO TRY, I THINK BLACK IS JUST BRINGING OVER SOME COCKTAIL SUPPLIES”

“damn, you’re going fancy for tonight”

“ITS THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY, OF COURSE WE ARE! OH, I THINK CROOKS IS BRINGING SOMETHING TOO.”

Stretch flinched a bit at the mention but tried to control it. “Uh....what’s he bringing.”

Blue scrolled through the groupchat. “OH, SPAGHETTI!”

#horrortale #horrortober #horror appreciation month #ht!sans #ht!papyrus #horror!sans #horror!papyrus #blood #gore #violence #cannibalism #panic attack #disassociation #commission fic

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undertale-rho · 6 years ago

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Underearth: Book 1 - Chapter 26

The outside of the elevator was relatively cooler than back down on the first level. A quick investigation from Frisk showed why, as this new level is much higher up, far from the magma below. Just outside the elevator as well was a small flame with two arms, two legs, and a face. As Frisk looked at it, the face of the flame looked at him.

"Heh. I'm Heats Flamesman. Remember my name!" the flame said.

"Uh, alright." Frisk responded, not really sure on what to say.

After the interaction with the flame Monster, Frisk flipped around and walked down the narrow passage, a precipice on either side of him. Not long after, Frisk ran into a slightly wider area that boasted two Monsters holding hotdogs, and what appeared to be another sentry station holding Sans behind it.

"Hey buddy, what's up?" Sans said to Frisk when he approached the stand.

"Not much. So, you've got another sentry station up here?" Frisk responded.

"Nah, this ain't a sentry station. It's a hotdog stand. Speaking of which, wanna buy a hotdog? It's only 30G."

"I would, but I've still got no money." Frisk said a bit disappointedly.

"Heh, you should get a job. I've heard being a sentry pays well." Sans said jokingly.

"Yeah, I'll think about it"

Frisk, wanting to get a move on to get back to the surface, turned to face the pathway opposing the one he'd come down. "Anyway, I'm gonna get going."

"See ya, then."

Frisk began walking down the pathway.

The pathway was long and mostly uneventful. Frisk looked around at the area while walking, noticing several strange red-glowing things off in the distance. As he progressed, his phone began going off from status updates. First one from Alphys was a picture captioned "dinner with the girlfriend ;)", the picture was of a catgirl figurine next to a bowl of instant noodles.

The next update was from a user by the name of "CoolSkeleton95". It was another picture captioned "ARE WE POSTING HOT 'PICS???' HERE IS ME AND MY COOL FRIEND.", the picture was of Papyrus flexing in front of a mirror wearing sunglasses. Giant muscular biceps were pasted onto his arms, which were also wearing sunglasses.

"LOL, CoolSkeleton95! ... that's a joke, right?" Alphys replied.

"THE ONLY JOKE HERE, IS HOW STRONG MY MUSCLES ARE."

Ain't that the truth.

Just up ahead was a branch in the path, heading left. Not much further and Frisk received another notification. "NAPSTABLOOK22 has sent you a friend request."

"Who?" Frisk racked his brain trying to figure out who this was but couldn't remember anybody who'd go by the handle "NAPSTABLOOK22", so he rejected it, and stashed the phone back into his pocket.

The area he had entered appeared to be a dead end, with an apron lying on the ground. The apron itself had a large heart embroidered onto the front of it, taking up most of the area, and a big, brown stain on the top of it. Frisk decided to leave it be and get back on the correct path.

Another little bit down the path and Frisk came upon a set of conveyor belts, one going outbound, the other inbound. Frisk phone began ringing as he approached.

"H... hi...! It's Dr. Alphys. This p-puzzle is kinda... um... timing-based. Y-you see those switches over there?" she was referring to three red dots that ran along the outbound conveyor. "Y-you'll have to press all three of them within 3 seconds. I'll t-try to help you with the rhythm!"

"No thanks, Alphys, I've got it." Frisk responded.

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes. You don't need to help me with puzzles. If I need help, I'll call you."

"O-oh, alright."

The phone-call then ended.

Frisk got onto the outbound conveyor and pressed all three buttons easily, de-activating a force-field covering the exit, allowing him to proceed.

The next puzzle was right after the previous, just barely down the pathway. As Frisk reached it, he got a notification of a new status update from Alphys.

"that's the last time i try to help with a puzzle lmao"

Good, about time you gave up trying to help me. Frisk thought.

Frisk then looked at the area, which consisted of multiple islands with steam-vents pointing in all four directions on each island with a large switch in the middle. Three conveyors looped around the left side of the area allowing for those that wanted to to backtrack without entering the islands, but the only way forward was through them.

Frisk looked at the puzzle for a while before making a move, touching the switch located next to the steam-vent on the section he was on. This caused some steam-vents to de-activate, but a few to activate. With his collected knowledge, he then spent the following minutes preforming the puzzle, eventually solving it, and landing on the other side. Once there, Frisk proceeded down the pathway.

The pathway here was just as long and uneventful as the start of the level. This of course means, by just as uneventful, that Alphys was constantly posting updates to her status.

"OMG? ppl think Mew Mew 2 is better than Mew Mew 1? LOLLLLL that's a joke right..." and "omg... DONT THEY GET IT RUINS Mew Mew's ENTIRE CHARACTER ARC" - "My Mew Mew 2 Review: Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2 Is Neither Kissy Nor Cutie. It's Trash. 0 stars"

Funny how people here are just as opinionated as back on the surface. Frisk thought to himself.

Further down the pathway, Frisk heard a deep, slightly muffled voice call out "Hey! You! Stop!" to him. Frisk turned to see what the commotion was. Behind him he saw the same two soldiers that were blocking a branch back before he entered Alphys's laboratory.

"We've, like, received an anonymous tip about a Human wearing a striped shirt." The one with what looked like armored bunny ears said. "They told us they were wandering around Mount Hot right now... I know, sounds scary, huh? Well, just stay chill. We'll bring you someplace safe, OK?"

Frisk stood still, as he wasn't wanting to go anywhere. "No thanks, I'll be fine." he told them.

"Hey, like, we've got a job to do, so if you could please co-operate with us, that'd be nice." the bunny-eared one protested, all while the other, who looked something like an armored lizard, just stared at Frisk.

"You're wearing a striped shirt." the lizard finally said, causing the bunny to look at him. They both remained quiet for something like a minute after until the bunny finally spoke again.

"Bro... Are you thinkin'... What I'm thinkin'?" The bunny asked the lizard, who just nodded. "Bummer. This is, like... Mega embarrassing. We, like, actually totally have to kill you and stuff." This last one was directed at Frisk. Next think he knew, they'd both drawn swords and readied to attack.

Frisk got ready to be attacked by them, and waited. These two Monsters were heavily armored in plate-mail, just like Undyne, meaning Frisk didn't have a weapon that could kill them. Then a thought came to his head. If I could get a hold on one of their swords, I might just be able to kill them. Frisk got ready to counter and maybe disarm one.

"Team attack!" They both said, nearly at the same time before lounging at Frisk, who backed up just out of their reach. When their swing had finished, both their arms were just hanging out in the open. Frisk too advantage of this and struck the back of the bunny's hand as well as the inside of their wrist at the same time. This caused his sword to fly out of his now half open hand and land on the ground not too far away. Frisk dived for the sword, grabbed it, then swung around and stabbed the bunny in the chainmail on his lower abdomen. The bunny gave a horrible shrike as Frisk pulled it out. The lizard stepped back, hesitating as the bunny dropped to his knees and Frisk cut off his head. The lizard looked on in horror.

"Robert..." the lizard then looked straight at Frisk. "you...!!!!" he then charged straight at Frisk, swinging twice, then jamming his sword straight into the ground, getting it stuck there. While trying to pull it out, Frisk took the opportunity to cut off the guard's left arm at the elbow. The guard recoiled from pain, stumbling backward and collapsing onto the ground. Frisk approached with the sword to cut off his head as well, but mid-swing, the guard brought up their other hand and caught the sword, pulling it out of Frisk's hands, then batting him away with the stub of his left arm. Frisk hadn’t flow far, fortunately, as the path was narrow and the drop was far into magma.

The guard regained his composure and picked up the sword of his fallen ally and approached Frisk with it, who too had regained composure. Frisk dodged the relentless swinging of the guard until one swing that left the guard wide open, allowing Frisk to shove him. Hadn't done much and wouldn't have done anything if the edge of the path wasn't right next to where the guard was. The guard saw how close to the edge he was and lost balance just enough for Frisk to shove him again over the edge. The guard screamed the entire trip into the lake of magma below, and everything fell silent.

Frisk sat back to catch his breath for a few minutes before going back and trying to pull the sword jammed into the ground, but to no avail. After trying for a minute or so, he just decided to once again press onward. Wasn't long before his phone went off again with another status update.

"oopswait how's the humnan doing"

What have you been doing this entire time Alphys!? Frisk thought to himself.

"Top 10 Shows That Make You Froget To Do Your Frickin Job"

Frisk kept the phone in his hand as he went forward, as he figured Alphys was going to call again. Just ahead after a bend in the pathway was a barely perceptible thick black curtain covering an entire section of the pathway, an opening in the curtain corresponded with the path.

Must be Mettaton again... Frisk thought as he entered into the area, resulting in a pitch-black view of everything. Frisk readied himself for yet another adventure with Mettaton.

A Whole New World : Mount Hot

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askmicrowaveayem · 7 years ago

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MAYEM: Just Like Me - Pt. 1

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Gaster and the boys decided to stick around for at least a few weeks, just to make sure that everything was going to look at least a little up for the new family. The doctor continued to work on the CORE with his double and his machine during the night when he didn’t feel like sleeping whereas Sans and Papyrus mostly stayed at home and made their younger selves feel safe and happy.

They taught them some of the easier science they knew, read them books they had brought, and just generally tried to give them a few weeks of ‘normal childhood’ even if being watched by an older version of yourself from another timeline was anything but normal.

Their father on the other hand kept on working, also taking time to teach his double things that he probably wouldn’t get to for years, if ever. He wasn’t sure if his influence had permanently fucked up this timeline forever or helped it out, but he would be damned if he didn’t at least try to save his alternate from the same fate he did.

He knew they both had a rocky past, he couldn’t fix that… but he would try to make his future at least a little brighter.

Gaster just… hoped it would work. He really… really hoped it would work.

Before he left he also made the cross-dimensional radio he had talked about, or at least the blueprints. He wasn’t sure if it would work, but he gave it to his double nonetheless should he ever need to use it. It was easier to come up with than he thought. Once you got the hang of making things work across dimensions like the time machine things became easier and easier the more you did them.

Yeah just gonna whip up a walkie-talkie that shoots across dimensions in a week. No big deal.

He hoped that his double would never need to use it.

Gaster never did use the inter-dimensional radio.

He was tempted to try it, sometimes, but he knew it wasn’t--just for calling up people at random. Not that he was any good at that, anyways. But sometimes he did sort of hope his double would show up again, if only for another long talk, or a spar that no one would ever really get hurt in.

The few weeks the doubles stayed were some of the least stressful in his memory. Even if it meant more people around than he was used to, even if it meant noise where he was used to quiet--having another pair of hands helping at any moment was great. Knowing the kids were being looked after, that Papyrus was beginning to have confidence in himself, that they were both getting a hint of something resembling peace and security--that he wasn’t working all alone.

It was nice. He was grateful. He knew it couldn’t last forever. He’d planned for when it would end. And he would be all right. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t miss his double and whatever weird form of camaraderie they’d managed to form over their brief times together. Because the world was an ugly, awful place, and they were both pretty fucked up from it. But they’d both survived so far. And maybe they could both do one better in the future.

It was hardest on Papyrus when the day came that the trio finally left. He clung to his elder’s arm and didn’t want to let go until Sans could finally coax him away.

He didn’t speak for three days, but he didn’t fully recoil. He started insistently cleaning the kitchen. Helping put things away. Reading and writing and practicing his magic until he could finally turn bones blue.

And they were on their own. Him. His two kids. Growing up.

Whatever changes Gaster’s twin had made to their timeline with his interference and presence, Gaster was determined to say they were largely positive.

Even if it didn’t catch him when he finally fell.

Five years passed before the trio decided to take a little detour.

Gaster had made a very big note on where his double’s timeline was, just in case he ever did receive that call or felt like checking in on him. This was the latter.

The years had been busy for them, if not unsucessful. Chara avoided them at all costs it seemed and they were heading into further and further away from their original timeline. It made them come across some… interesting places. Even more interesting than the one they had stumbled upon all those years ago.

Papyrus and Sans swapping personalities. Everyone being an asshole for no reason. Everyone being… Temmie. That… that had been one hell of an acid trip. It would be nice to come to something ‘familiar’.

The machine landed gracefully this time inside the dark forest between the ruins and Snowdin before the trio stepped out into the cold air.

Gaster looked surprised at their change in location. Snow? Why had they landed in Snowdin instead of the lab or the capitol again?

Worry bubbled up in his chest, but he quickly snuffed it out. He didn’t need to start worrying before he knew there was something to actually worry about. He had tried to take that to heart, it was something his double had infected him with.

They began to head through the forest before finding the pathway that lead into the quaint little snowy village.

It hadn’t been five years for Sans.

It had been twenty years.

Twenty long, wonderful, awful, nightmarish years.

He hadn’t been in Snowdin for most of those, but he’d been in Snowdin for long enough. He still had that curiosity in him, that spark that hadn’t been quite snuffed out yet, that let him want to map out every single inch of a new place. So he knew Snowdin, now. He knew Snowdin, and the locals, and every foodjoint in town, and most than anything, he knew the forest. The forest was his place.

And he knew right away when something changed inside it.

He walked around one tree and came around the other side in a whole other part of the forest, watching a trio of strangers shuffle down the path.

Except, they weren’t strangers, he realized as they came close.

Nah. He knew those shapes.

For a moment, he choked up, seeing--seeing his dad, walking towards him. His dad walking beside him? Another him. And Papyrus. And his Dad Walking Towards Him.

And then his expression settled, and he knew what that disturbance he’d felt in the forest had been.

Shit, fuck. Oh well.

He didn’t want to do this.

But they shouldn’t have come back.

He stepped into the path in front of them.

The three stopped in their tracks. Gaster wanted to look happy but he found his smile lacking. Sans looked at his double right in the eye sockets and just… knew. Even Papyrus smiled and waved, but it soon just sort of petered out and his arm went back to his side.

In a way, they all knew. They all knew without having to say a word.

Gaster was the first to close the distance between the two of them. Sans and Papyrus hung back. Once he was close enough he spoke, his voice quiet and almost shaking.

“... He’s gone. Isn’t he.”

Sans nodded, keeping his face blank and trying to sound indifferent. “You missed him by a couple years, yeah.”

It had been a long time since he’d said anything about his father except for lies.

Gaster let out a very long, very defeated sigh. He put his face in his hands and just… crumpled. He crouched down, hugging his legs and burying his face into his knees.

Everything he did amounted to nothing.

“... What happened?” He eventually asked, although didn’t lift his head.

Sans just sighed, standing over his dad’s double, intentionally not looking at him. He kept his hands stuffed into his pockets and looked around languidly.

“Wasn’t a time machine, if that helps,” he said. “Nah. While messin’ with the Core’s pressure chamber, he found some weird behavior of the particles if he looked close enough. Got curious. Started wondering if they were connected to soul physics. Origins of magic. Wanted to take a closer look and ended up finding the bastards were hopping around everywhere with no regard to distance, time, or patterns.”

Sans shrugged.

“It ate him.”

The doctor shook his head. By now the other two had closed the distance as well, standing on either side of their father.

“hey.” Sans said, looking at his double. “hows pap?”

This was him he was talking to, of course. He knew how he felt and knew that the only thing really on his mind was probably his little brother’s happiness.

“better than ever,” Sans said, sharing the same thoughts as his double. This time, he looked him in the eyes. “doesn’t remember a thing.”

And then he couldn’t look at them anymore.

“that’s why i’m gonna have to ask you all to leave.”

“yeah. i understand.” Sans said. This was all too familiar.

He kneeled down and put a hand across his father’s shoulder. “dad we gotta go. pap can’t see you.”

Gaster sucked in a quick breath and nodded before very abruptly standing and spinning away, quickly walking back to the machine. He didn’t look at the other Sans as he left. Papyrus gave his younger older brother a sad look before doing much the same, his head hanging low.

Sans was the last to remain. He said nothing, the glowing dots of his eyes staring at his double before they eventually faded and the smile permanently plastered across his face twitched downward at the corners.

A hand reached out to pat his twin on the shoulder and give it a firm squeeze before turning to leave as well.

Sans said nothing as he watched them go.

He was glad they’d gone without a fuss. That his twin was on his side.

He’d liked to have gotten caught up, maybe, he guessed. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not here, not now. It was enough to know they were still alive.

He had his own shit to deal with. He didn’t need to worry about anything else.

He teleported along the trees, following them back to the ship just out of eyesight.

At least he could see them off.

Sans could tell that they were being followed but didn’t make any point of letting the others know. Gaster probably would have too, but… well, he was very preoccupied.

He stopped a few times as they walked back to their machine, Papyrus having to grab his shoulder and lead him along. It almost looked like he had mentally shut off.

His double was experiencing the same thing he had.

What if Chara found him? What if they didn’t?

What if he really had died? That would be for the best, surely. … What if they were trapped in the void? It was like reliving it all over again.

Was this fate? Did that shit actually exist? He recalled the conversation he had with his double all those years ago and couldn’t let it go.

Maybe Seer was right.

Sans kept following at a distance, watching over them and making sure they made it to the machine. A time or two, a monster wandered close to their path and Sans intercepted them, stalling and turning people around with wide smiles and quick conversations.

It wasn’t much. But they’d get back to their machine without any trouble.

He hoped his dad was dead.

He really fucking hoped it, because if not, then that meant Sans had destroyed the machine that could get him back. Because he’d wanted to live, and Gaster was already gone, and he fucking hoped his dad was dead and the trio of time travelers left and never looked back. Maybe they’d find another universe with a Gaster just similar enough that they could pretend.

Maybe that would be for the best.

The machine was almost in sight.

Sans was the first one to climb inside, just as eager as his double was to get them out of there. He knew what he was going through and knew the best thing they could do was leave and never come back. His double would maybe see the stars or… see his life end in front of him. Maybe both one after the other.

A part of him wondered if his twin’s fate had been one he had seen years ago. He didn’t let himself linger on the thought.

Papyrus helped his father in before closing the door behind them. The machine whirred to life and just as quickly as it had came, it was gone again.

A moment before, and a moment after the machine vanished, it lingered on the edge of Nothing.

There were, mathematically, infinite infinities. The space between 0 and 1. The space between 1 and 100. Each different. Each unique. Some overlapping or curling inside each other, digesting each other like stomachs.

And silently, slowly, on the moment of here-and-gone, something reached out and left a message on a torn piece of paper

which had Gaster’s hand, but he had never written it

it said

It wasn’t until they landed on the other side that Gaster noticed the note. While their machine parked itself in its usual place and the crew somberly began to make sure everything was still in order before heading home, he found it.

He stared at it.

That bastard was alive.

A part of him jumped with joy while the other half screamed.

For the first time in a very long time, he didn’t know what to do. Gaster mulled over the note for months, but he knew that the void was an endless expanse of infinite nothing. How could he possibly find his double among it all? He hadn’t even been able to find Chara.

He hoped his double could figure out something on his end. He hoped he figured out how to mess with the code just like he had. He hoped he could string something together out of the nothing to bring them close. An antenna. An… anything. Just anything would do.

Without telling the boys he set their course for the next while to jump towards timelines close to the one his double was originally from, just in case.

It was all he could do.

The moment Gaster realized his double was aiming for worlds close to his own, he started looking for it.

That was how Gaster began to send interdimensional prank mail.

The void was pretty devoid of people to mess with.

Haha. Devoid.

...he needed better jokes.

--##NEW THING##

His double’s interdimensional jokes were going to make him pick up drinking again.

It was… very strange. He hadn’t been able to send notes like this while he was in the void, not unless he put himself under serious duress. But these were playful, stupid little jabs at him so clearly they weren’t taking too much effort.

The bastard.

Either way he kept them all a secret, not wanting to tell his boys that they were hunting for his double. If they knew they would both probably tell him it was nuts, even Papyrus knew how infinite the void was. There was such a tiny chance that anything would happen that there was really no point at all to doing it when you had a much bigger enemy to face.

Still. He was glad his double kept up his sense of humor. Each note made him smile, even if it was outright insulting him.

During one of their many jumps there was a small hiccup. This had happened once before and it was always terrifying, but they could manage it. The machine stopped halfway between timelines and stopped in the void. It didn’t land with a crash or thud, but complete and utter silence.

Darkness stretched as far as the eye could see. There was no air. No sound.

There was nothing.

There was

……?

Less than Everything.

It caught his attention and dragged it there. Held onto him. He couldn’t divert, not if he’d tried. Not if he’d wanted to.

He was standing in a fire and someone had just put out a small patch of it a little to the side, and even though he was still on fire, things over there looked a little bit cooler.

Sending notes helped him focus. Helped him pull his mind away from the i n f i n i t e and ground himself back in himself. Following one timeline or one person or one bad joke was another moment he had to himself. Writing one scathing note and slipping it in perfectly to the moment of departure between timelines was a test of concentration.

In the same way, he was able to pull himself together--pull himself from being stretched for miles and miles and all his atoms being lightyears apart--and tug himself in a direction.

There was a direction. And it was emptiness.

He dragged the whole of himself towards it. No legs, no arms, with whole galaxies in his mouth, and things much too big for someone used to being so small.

The light and color and sound and sensation and SPACETIME followed him, curling off what he remembered of his coat.

He headed into the first quiet he’d heard in forever.

They all knew something was wrong as soon as they tried to speak and nothing came out. Papyrus looked like he was going to panic for a moment, Sans quickly reaching out to him to calm him down. The first time he had seen what the void was like he had a panic attack. It was just so… dark and… endless. It scared him. It scared Sans too.

Gaster signed to them to stay calm before opening the door and slowly peeking out into the nothingness. It was strange. He should have been terrified of this place, but… after awhile you couldn’t be. Hundreds, possibly thousands of years had felt like they had passed with him trapped here. The silence was welcome almost. The entire expanse of the nothingness was him.

The doctor stepped down and onto what could be called as the floor, his entire lower body suddenly merging with it. It was easier to move that way, as though his body knew it was supposed to be here.

He wanted to check their surroundings and make sure things were safe before getting to work.

He came to a place he’d never been to before.

There was nowhere he’d never been to before.

He reached one hand out, then ten, then a hundred, and felt over the divide. It wasn’t much of a divide. It was a mottled, rabid landscape that didn’t know how to smoothly meld from one side to another. It was a precipice. It was a mountainscape. It was a… void?

A real void. On the other side. A void, with nothing in it.

He wondered what would come with him if he just… went. For a while. Where he would go. There was nowhere he’d never been before.

He crossed the divide. The noise and light and sound stayed with him, but they were muffled.

For the first time in forever, they were muffled. He heard a hundred Sans and Papyruses calling out to each other, rather than a billion. Thousands of waterfalls, instead of a million roaring oceans. He could see and hold his body together with more ease than he could’ve imagined a moment before. And he could feel his own mind and hear his own thoughts with so much more alacrity.

He moved further into the void.

Because even though it was a void, he felt certain there was something inside it, and it hummed with a familiar vibration he wasn’t about to ignore.

Gaster closed the door to the machine behind him, knowing that it was very discomforting to both of his boys to see the nothing that lay beyond.

He moved around to one side of the machine and looked around nervously before beginning to unscrew one of the side panels. He already knew the culprit behind this mess, some dumb trip of wire that could be fixed in a matter of minutes.

Still. These were… very tense minutes.

The doctor constantly looked over his shoulder, waiting to see if any windows happened to pop up or a red glow appeared. If Chara showed up here he couldn’t fight them.

He would lose.

A dim glow appeared on the--if the void had one, it would’ve been the horizon.

Tinted red. Then blue. PurpleyellowViolent Bloody Red

Light was very hard to miss in the void.

As soon as he saw it Gaster froze, then spun around and furiously started working as fast as he could.

After the light came sound.

Even in nothingness, sound always seemed to move just a little bit more slowly.

Footsteps. Clothing ruffling. None of those things were actually happening, Gaster had no feet and no real clothes to ruffle, but--the idea was there, in a memory, in his head, of what movemnet used to sound like.

He spotted the ship shortly after, and felt the different sort of vibrations that Existed because that machine Existed and the shape in front of it on the control panel Existed and since it Existed that meant Gaster could t o u c h i t.

And he was beside the machine.

Gaster would have screamed were he actually capable of it in the void.

His eye sockets sprung open and he… stared. At himself? Not himself?

what.

He was a Gaster. And a ball of lightning. And a dead human, standing upright, smiling a dead smile. Instead of starlights in his eyes, he just had star clusters, and when he opened his mouth to make a sound, a thousand other Gasters’ voices screamed out like torture.

And when he moved his hands, he said, G a s t e r ?

He… really had no idea what the fuck he was looking at.

The sound made him recoil and throw his hands over where his ears would be. Sound shouldn’t exist here. Light shouldn’t exist here. This was WRONG. This was HIS PLACE and HE KNEW WHAT COULD HAPPEN HERE.

He looked at the signs and his body began to relax.

‘... Kidster?’

Gaster smiled. It still looked pretty well like a smile.

You fucking goop, he replied, ecstatic.

Holy shit.

Gaster dropped his tools, his body moving towards his double in a wave before wrapping his arms around him.

Gaster rippled.

He curled into the hug, wrapping his own arms around his double’s ‘shoulders.’

It was like the quiet he’d been chasing finally reached out to him, and everything finally… relaxed. If he spoke, it woud’ve been with one voice. If he’d looked, his eyelights would have been his own again, without effort.

Contact with his double canceled his ‘void’ out.

He wondered if it were the same for his twin.

But that was a thought for later.

For now, he just hugged back as tightly as he could.

It was good to see him again for real.

Gaster hugged him for longer than he had ever held anyone else before that wasn’t his sons. He stood there, arms wrapped around his double and afraid to let go. It was… it was obvious that they had experienced something radically different. He wanted to ask about it, wanted to talk.

But… later.

The nothing held onto the infinite for a bit longer before slowly, finally pulling away. His smile was broader than he had ever seen it. ‘You look in a lot better shape than I do for being ripped to pieces.’

He didn’t want to let go.

He let go.

It all came flooding back, and he--spread, for a moment, like a gas being released out of a container, before he managed to drag himself back together, particle by particle. He managed it in time, focusing hard on his double’s words, and grinned back.

It’s not that much of a surprise, he said, I was always the better looking one.

Gaster looked completely and utterly offended, ‘WOW.’

Hesitantly he turned, an oily black appendage rising from the ground to hand him back the tool he had dropped. As much as he wanted to just stand and talk to his double, he knew how dangerous this place was and needed to get his boys home safe.

Speaking of which…

‘You wanna hitch a ride out of this shithole?’

I don’t know if it will work, Gaster said, but fuck yeah.

He could have continued existing in his void. He’d grown accustomed to it. Started to meld, truly meld, into the fabric of reality, but--

But he missed being small. And he missed not knowing. And he missed his kids, and giving them hugs as something other than air particles.

And he’d lose nothing (or, haha, everything, if they were being accurate) by trying to go back.

Gaster smiled and went to work, a few more strange appendages rising from the blackness around him and turning into white hands just like his own so he could sign and work at the same time.

‘I have the feeling that… you weren’t trapped here all this time.’

Gaster’s signing produced sounds, like everything else about him. He existed in sound and motion, even in a place that completely lacked it.

This place is new, he said, and I hope you appreciate how strange it is for me to say that at this point.

‘Uh, I can kinda guess?’ Gaster signed with his new hands. ‘You look about the opposite to me. The… everything and noise and… christ. man.’ He shook his head, ‘You’re really disorienting, you know that? It’s very weird to hear things and see things in this place.’

They were opposites, weren’t they? Again.

Fucking typical.

Sorry, Gaster said, still unable to stop smiling. Apparently, not even an indefinite time in the void could stop him from apologizing for things. This is the quietest I’ve been since… I became like this. It’s so quiet here. Is this your void?

He’d come to about the same conclusion as his twin, but damn.

He was honestly pretty okay with that after all this time.

‘Yep, this is it. Impressive, isn’t it?’ He said flatly, obviously knowing that it was anything but.

‘Yours was better, I hope…?’

Gaster laughed. It was static. It is very different. This place is peaceful.

He was looking around as if he’d never seen something so wonderful to just look at.

Gaster laughed with his hands and his expression turned a little grim. ‘Sure let’s go with that.’

He guessed it would be after his double had experienced what looked like everything.

Gaster tried to look a little abashed. He seemed to be having a bit of trouble shaping his face into the proper shape for it. Sorry. It’s just. Something different after so long is, it’s nice. I can actually think for once.

He understood how staying in a place like this for so long would’ve been maddening, especially without his own personal cacophonic symphony in the back of his head, but for the moment, it was just nice to have the moment.

He’d been living moment-to-moment a lot.

How are repairs coming? Are the kids here?

‘Shouldn’t be too much longer. The fix is pretty easy. You wanna do say hi? They’ve seen some crazy shit already, so if you explain yourself I’m sure they’ll be happy to-’

Gaster never finished his sentence as a blinding red light appeared behind them. It was a massive window not unlike what his double had seen him open a few times in his world, but this one was covered with a bright, happy, smiling face made up of zeros and ones.

He stopped everything and slowly turned to look at it, the white dots of his eyes having turned into animated, dancing scribbles as the look on his face turned from joy to complete and utter horror.

Chara had found them.

His double knew how to fix the machine. Not him. His double couldn’t not fix the machine. They’d all be stranded.

He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but--but he’d always remember Chara.

Still, he wasn’t prepared for the creature he saw in the window.

His double had to finish the machine.

Maybe he could hold them off? Buy time? Maybe. Maybe he could.

This void wasn’t his territory. He didn’t know it. He didn’t understand it. But he was part of his own domain, back in his own void, and when he summoned his bones and blasters, they came.

He fired them off at the window, hoping something hit. It all roared and cracked and warbled as his attacks flew.

Fix your machine.

Gaster had to do everything in his power to rip his eyes away from the window. He gave his double a look of panic before quickly going back to work.

The window shattered… only for 10 more to take its place. Each one began to fill up with zeros and ones.

01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01001000 01000001 01000001 01001000 01000001

Gaster’s smile widened.

Widened.

This creature was a fool if they thought they could defeat him in a game of numbers.

There was So Much More to draw on.

More blasters and bones, all snarling and flying towards the windows.

If this creature was a hydra, he would simply outnumber the heads.

(he could not be infinity forever without disappearing from this space) something deep in his gut told him. But no matter. He didn’t have to be infinity forever.

He just had to be infinity for long enough.

Just a few moments. A few moments was all he needed.

Each time his double blasted away a window, more appeared. At this rate it would just be a never-ending battle of… everything. Despite the void being nothing, it was also infinite. Infinite nothingness.

While the two fought Gaster quickly finished the repairs and signed for his double to follow, slamming the panel closed before gliding over towards the door to the machine.

He threw it open, both of his boys startled at the noises they had been hearing but both with strict instructions to always stay inside until he came back whenever they happened to end up here.

He saw his double signing (from fourteen different angles) and had to pull himself back togther before following.

In the few moments it took, dragging what he’d had of himself back into a bare few points in X, he had to stop covering for his twin while he tried to follow onto the ship.

The boys looked even more panicked upon seeing the other Gaster.

Their father signed a quick ‘it’s okay’ before making it over to the control panel and feverishly getting things running again. He hadn’t even bothered to reform legs, wanting desperately to get them all out before Chara did any damage.

He punched in coordinates before there was suddenly a red spike swarming with code speared through one end of the machine through the other side.

It went straight through Gaster.

Gaster made it inside and tried to make himself as compact as possible to keep out of the way.

He could only watch as the red spike pierced his double.

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You Cannont Give Up Just Yet: Chapter 9: Justice

Papyrus felt his own hands begin to tremble as he gingerly placed the papers in his lap. His brother’s job as the judge of the Underground had entirely slipped his mind. Was this what caused Faia to ask him what Sans used to do before he was the royal scientist? Does this mean that Sans has let the human go? Does this mean that he didn’t fight the human at all?

Does this mean that Sans is the reason that King Asgore is dead?

Papyrus’ breath came more quickly and shook with the onslaught of emotion that began bombarding him. He had to force himself not to hyperventilate. Despite being a skeleton and not technically needing air, it was still a luxury and still had the capability of making him pass out. Sans said it was because it had to do with toxicity or something.

Papyrus came to the conclusion to force himself to stop breathing altogether. It took a long moment as it had been quite sometime since he hadn’t breathed. The last time he remembered was when he was training with Undyne and breathing was becoming laboring and far too troublesome. It had scared the Captain of the Guard initially, but she eventually got over it when she realized that it actually kind of made sense.

Papyrus caught his breath hitching at the thought of his deceased best friend. His ribcage began to burn as he forced all the air in his system to stay put. The burning got worse and worse, like how your legs feel when you suddenly start walking after running for some time. However, it slowly ebbed away as the pain hit its peak.

“Papyrus?!” came the voice of Faia, accompanied by a hand shaking his shoulder. Papyrus looked up and saw concern written all over her face. Right. He probably should have warned her first.

“Sorry, Faia. I’m alright. I’m a skeleton. I don’t need to breathe. I just…. Don’t need to be hyperventilating and passing out,” he explained. It felt strange to feel the air move around in his ribcage and past his mouth without him forcing it. It was hard for a moment to keep himself from inhaling after he spoke. Realization slowly dawned on Faia’s face. She gave a solemn nod before letting go of the King’s shoulder.

“How many monsters asked about this?” Papyrus asked. Faia looked down ashamed. Papyrus wondered if this was an issue he should have been addressed with sooner.

“We had one or two last week. This week over half of the questions were that one…. In some form or another,” She explained. Papyrus felt a pit growing in his metaphorical stomach. That many? The public in general was becoming angry with Sans because he failed to do his job properly? Papyrus shook his head. He needed to calm down. He was certain his brother had reason for making the decision that he did.

What should he do about it, though? He couldn’t just ignore the question. Not when that many monsters had concerns about it. He couldn’t ask his brother about it. He already had so much to stress about and be worried over. People were already looking to him to somehow get past the barrier and free all of them, he couldn’t add this burden onto his shoulders. Sans had just started getting better, the younger didn’t want to make it worse again.

He wondered how vaguely he could ask Sans about it without him catching on. That would prove tricky as he was much more observant than he let on. Papyrus knew this. The only exception to this rule would be an instance, such as previously, when he was too absorbed in his work. Papyrus wondered if he could use Sans’ work as a cover for the questions. It might work.

“Papyrus?” Faia called again. Papyrus shook his head as he realized he was getting too lost in thought. He then turned his attention to the blue fox in front of him. “What are we going to do?” She asked. Papyrus looked down.

“I don’t know…. I think… I think I will try to ask him something vague about it if I feel that he won’t catch on. He already has everyone looking to him to do something about the barrier,” Papyrus explained.

“You aren’t going to tell him?” Faia asked. She recoiled slightly as if she were a bit appalled at the idea. Something about that sparked something in Papyrus that he didn’t like.

“You didn’t,” he curtly pointed out. Faia shrank back much more visibly this time. A pang of guilt hit the King immediately. What was he doing? That was not a very Papyrus thing to do. He forced himself to take a deep breath now that his wave of anxiety had passed. He needed a clear mind if he was going to properly find a solution to this dilemma.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap,” Papyrus apologized looking down at the papers in his lap again.

“No.You’re right… You’re…. You’re right. I didn’t tell him. Maybe I should have before giving you the list instead of expecting you to tell him instead,” Faia returned.

“Well, we’re not going to get anything done about it if we both just sit here sulking over poor communication skills,” Papyrus gently supplied. Faia nodded and straightened back up.

“If we aren’t going to tell him, then what are we going to do?” Faia asked.

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Papyrus absentmindedly stirred the pot of spaghetti on the stove. What was he going to do? What was he going to say to Sans when he got home? How can this even be entirely about Sans? What was more important: protecting Sans or giving the public the answers they deserve? What would Papyrus tell the public anyway? He didn’t know the answer to their question. It could be very possible that Sans simply wasn’t there when the human came through. Perhaps he was selling something at one of his stands. Perhaps he was at Grillby’s. He could have even been at home.

Papyrus knew he wasn’t usually home at that time, but Papyrus had been waiting outside Undyne’s door until long after the human left…..waiting for the human to come and hang out with the two of them…. Thinking that Undyne and the human could be friends, when in reality the human had long killed his best friend. Papyrus stopped as he realized he was stirring too fast, causing noodles to go everywhere. He was getting angry with himself again. He didn’t need that. Not now. Not when he had his brother’s issues to deal with. Maybe Sans didn’t know? Maybe he didn’t even know people were so upset with him. Papyrus knew he shortcutted straight to the lab every day and he hadn’t seen any grease stains or other evidence of him visiting Grillby, which was probably the only other place the monster would go.

Maybe if he just asked Sans as if he really just wanted to know for himself, he would get an answer. He would find that Sans wasn’t there, that the human had managed to slip past without being judged. Even then, the Underground would probably still be angry with him, but perhaps not quite as much as if he had the option to stop the human and then didn’t.

The sound of displaced air startled the King. He let out a distressed ‘nyeh’ as he jumped, sending a few noodles flying out of the pot. There stood Sans as always, but it shouldn’t be time for him to be home yet, should it? Papyrus checked the clock and then regarded his brother. Nothing different about him, except he was early. Earlier than early. Not the five or ten minutes he was usually early by, but a whole half hour!

“bro?” Sans asked with concern in his voice.

“SANS?” Papyrus asked as he gauged the clock one more time before turning his attention back to his brother. “You’re home early. Earlier than usual.” Sans gave his typical shrug and Papyrus instantly knew what words would come out of his mouth next. He steeled himself to keep from showing his concern.

“heh, didn’t want to give ya the chance to worry,” He said, just as expected. Too late, Papyrus morbidly thought.

“Well, dinner won’t be ready for quite some time. Why don’t you go take a shower?” Papyrus suggested. He tried to force his hands not to linger directly in front of him. If he kept doing that, he’d eventually start wringing them together and then Sans would know something was wrong.

“you ok, bro?” Sans asked. Well, so much for that. Papyrus gave up on trying to hide his concern on his features. Well, he guessed that now would be as good of a time as ever to ask Sans about it.

“I….. I have a question for you, brother,” Papyrus managed. Sans posture slacked a bit. Papyrus guessed Sans didn’t think that it was anything too serious and was showing relief.

“of course, bro…. anything,” Sans said. Papyrus wanted to flinch. No, Sans definitely did not understand the dire circumstances currently present, nor the severity of the question Papyrus was about to ask. He was afraid that Sans would run away from the question. Run away like he does for every other conflict, but Papyrus didn’t want that. He didn’t want Sans running away from him. Sans can run from conflict all he wants, but Papyrus never wants Sans to run away from him. With that in mind, Papyrus stepped forward and wrapped his brother up into a hug. Sans gingerly returned it.

“Were you in the Judgement Hall when the human came through?” He finally asked. He felt Sans freeze and his hands grip into the scarf. He felt Sans somehow sink while simultaneously stiffen. He wanted to run. Papyrus knew he did. He didn’t want to answer. That made Papyrus fear the worst.

“Yes,” came the older’s voice softly. Papyrus felt his arms loosen from his brother in shock and he flinched away from him as he did. He couldn’t help but wonder as a question kept repeating itself in his head: why?

“you want to know why i let them go,” Sans stated. It wasn’t a question. Papyrus could only find himself to stand back and nod. Sans looked down at the ground, but he didn’t seem incredibly ashamed. He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“they weren’t all bad, papyrus. they had the potential to be a good person. they could have been so much worse. they could’ve killed me, or grillby, or a lot of other people….. they could have killed you…. but they didn’t. i wanted to give them to be the chance to be the person you knew they could be,” Sans explained. Papyrus felt his metaphorical gut sink. Sans spared them…. For him?

Papyrus thought he would faint. Sans knew that the human had killed Undyne and Mettaton when Papyrus didn’t. Did that mean that it was Papyrus’ fault? Should Sans have judged the human according to what he knew rather than what Papyrus knew about the human at the time? Regardless, if Sans spared the human because Papyrus believed in them, that ultimately makes it Papyrus’ fault, doesn’t it?

It would be the same reason that Undyne’s death was his fault. He believed in the human and helped them along in their journey. It was his fault that his best friend was murdered and it was his fault that her killer got away. Papyrus was happy that he lacked a stomach, otherwise he might have thrown up from the intense emotion coiling inside of him.

“But…. but they killed Mettaton… and Undyne…. And so many others,” Papyrus reminded. He felt tears begin to streak down his face. He wasn’t sure when they got there, and he currently didn’t have the care to wipe them away.

Sans finally looked up at the taller skeleton and Papyrus instantly wished that he hadn’t. The moment their eyes met, Sans’ face turned and he frowned. Papyrus saw a large mix of emotion cross his brother’s face. Guilt, sadness, and shame among others. Sans quickly looked back down and Papyrus saw his shoulders come closer together, like he was trying to shrink in on himself from the guilt.

“i know…. i just wanted to give them another chance,” Sans said. His voice was warped from something. Perhaps guilt? Or perhaps he was fighting tears himself. Papyrus saw Sans’ feet spread to shoulder width apart, a sure sign that he was about to shortcut somewhere.

“WAIT!” Papyrus called and flung himself onto his brother again, wrapping his arms around him tightly. He halfway collapsed on the floor due to the height difference, but he didn’t care. “Please don’t go…. Please don’t run away from me.”

A buildup of magical energy that Papyrus didn’t notice before fizzled out. Sans was certainly about to shortcut away. The older didn’t move. He stayed completely still as if he were made of stone. Papyrus felt a few tears drop down onto his shoulder. So Sans was crying. Papyrus didn’t want that. Sans had no reason to cry. He only did what he thought was best…. for Papyrus’ sake.

“Please don’t cry. It’s not your fault,” Papyrus begged.

“you’re disappointed in me,” Sans stated rather bluntly.

“May…. maybe a little, but I still love you Sans. You only did what you thought was right. Please stay,” Papyrus said. After a few long moments that felt like an eternity, Papyrus felt his brother’s arms wrap around him in return. The silence settled back in and neither skeleton spoke. It seemed as though neither skeleton had anything more to say.

Papyrus’ body was feeling sore and stiff from remaining in the same uncomfortable position for so long. Regardless, he continued to hold onto his brother as if he would disappear the moment he let go of him. In all reality, it was a definite possibility. He didn’t want Sans to go and he didn’t want Sans to feel bad. He wanted his brother to know that he still loved him.

“hey, bro?” Sans asked. Papyrus let out a hum of recognition, not trusting his voice. He wasn’t able to force himself to look at his brother in this moment. “your pasta is burning.”

Papyrus immediately shot up and rushed towards the pot on the stove. Sure enough, almost all of the water had boiled out. All of the noodles were bloated from being overcooked and the strands that were close to the sides above the water had already burned and stuck to the pot. It was beyond salvageable. The King let out a heavy sigh as he took the pot off the stove and set it in the sink. He filled it to the brim with water to soak for easy cleaning later.

He turned back to where Sans was, expecting him to be gone. Expecting that he took the opportunity to shortcut away. To his surprise, he was still standing there, looking down with his hands in his pockets.

“I think we still have some leftovers in the fridge,” Papyrus supplied in an attempt to remain off-topic.

“‘s’okay... i’m not really hungry anyway,” Sans said to the floor. Papyrus looked down. He wasn’t really hungry either. There wasn’t really anything left to do for the day either. Papyrus just had the feeling of impending doom as he thought about how to deal with the address tomorrow. Right now Papyrus was just exhausted from an emotionally overwhelming day. He wanted nothing more than to go to bed right now, as much as he hated to admit it.

“Will you read to me?” Papyrus asked. Sans finally looked up from the floor. For a brief moment he looked as if he was trying to gauge the younger skeleton before he sighed and nodded.

The pair silently made their way to Papyrus’ room where they settled in as they normally did for bedtime stories. The only exception was when Papyrus handed Sans a larger book rather than fluffy bunny, hoping to make his brother stay longer. Even then, when the book was finished, Papyrus didn’t feel that it was enough. As Sans turned to leave, the younger grabbed his hand.

“Please don’t go,” Papyrus begged. “I can sleep on the couch and you can take my bed, if you want.” Sans stayed still for a long time. Papyrus didn’t say anything, unmoving in his proposition.

“i can take the couch, bro. it’s your bed,” Sans provided before pulling free.

He shuffled over to the couch and pulled off the blanket that once belonged to their lumpy couch back home. He quickly settled in, yawning and taking up his spot on the couch. Papyrus watched sadly for a moment before he determined that Sans was not going to run off. Feeling a bit more at ease with his brother in the same room, he rolled over and attempted to go to sleep.

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When rays of artificial sunlight struck the King’s face, he responded by throwing his arm over his eyes. Sleep had not come easily last night. This left him feeling ragged and exhausted. He wished more than anything that he could just take the day off. Take the day off to stay in bed, catch up on sleep, and not deal with the large crowd of monsters asking questions about his brother.

Taking a moment to build his resolve, Papyrus eventually forced himself out of bed. Looking over at the couch, he saw a blanket tossed to the side as well as a pillow that had fallen to the floor. So Sans was already up. The smell of coffee reached Papyrus and his head tilted to the side a bit in confusion. He followed his sense of smell until it brought him to his nightstand. There sat a caramel macchiato in a familiar fish shaped cup along with a note.

Papyrus picked up the note and read it quickly. Upon so he felt some relief wash over him. Sans had decided to spend the entire day at the lab. He wouldn’t be there for the address. Good. That way Sans won’t have to deal with the stress of Papyrus’ mistake. The whole situation was Papyrus’ fault and so Sans shouldn’t have to deal with the consequences for it. Although, Papyrus knew that, scarily, Sans would be willing to do so for him.

With a heavy sigh, Papyrus picked up the cup of coffee and began to get ready for the day. He trudged into the bathroom and looked forlorn at his appearance. Any progress that had been made looked like it had been reverted with yesterday’s events. It was going to be a very long day.

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The address had gone horribly. Papyrus had tried to explain that Sans was enacting Papyrus’ decision by letting the human go, not his own. Monsters were outraged. Calling Papyrus’ words unkindly things and demanding that Sans be there to answer for himself. Faia stood to the side all the while and eventually began to tremble at the onslaught of the monster’s accusations.

The monsters were so unruly, in fact, that the address had to be cut short and Paxan was left to quell the roaring crowd. Papyrus felt guilty for it. So many people were having to deal with the outcome of his bad judgement and the general public wouldn’t believe him. None of them thought it was Papyrus’ fault. They all just wanted to blame it all on Sans.

Papyrus crumpled into the kitchen chair with a defeated sigh. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. What would happen if monsters got too angry? Would they dethrone him and demand a new king? Papyrus bitterly thought that perhaps that would be best as he wasn’t a very good choice to begin with.

As he placed his elbows on the table to rest his head, something caught his attention. Another note was sitting in the middle of the table in Sans’ unmistakable handwriting. Papyrus quickly picked up the note, desperately hoping that everything was ok.

hey bro,

sorry i’m not there for lunch. i already ate. i promise i’ll be there for dinner, though. i hope your address went well, but i’m sure it did. you always do an awesome job. you’re so cool. i might be a bit late to dinner tonight. i feel like i’m on the verge of discovering something big.

#you cannot give up just yet #YCGUJY

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asktemmie-frisk · 6 years ago

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Dangerous Tailspin (Lost and Found Arc)

When Chara got to Asgore's house, she frantically knocked on his door like her life was in danger. Asgore made it to the front door to find her and Frisk, and decided to welcome them.

"Oh. Howdy, Chara. Why are you home s-"

"Dad, can Frisk and I come inside please?" Chara interrupted before Asgore could ask her anything.

"Well, of course, but why are-"

"Please! We just need to come in. Please don't ask why, and please don't tell mom Frisk and I are here."

Chara started crying at that point, accidentally tugging at Asgore's heartstrings.

"Okay, sweetie. Come in. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Chara and Frisk quickly went inside before anyone else could spot them. They rushed to the second floor of the place, trying to find a room to hide in.

Meanwhile, everyone in Toriel's car, especially Sans, were cursing themselves for pushing Frisk and Chara too hard.

"Why the fuck did I have to go that far?" Sans said, getting angry at himself.

"I shouldn't have tried to make him say anything, especially if he didn't wanna."

"Stop beating yourself up, Sans. We all fucked up." Asriel said, staring out the window and keeping an eye out for Chara.

"DAMN RIGHT WE DID!" Toriel rudely blurted out.

"We practically forced them out of this fucking thing, and we didn't even think about how they feel!"

"WATCH THE ROAD, MOM! DAMN!"

"DON'T YOU TA-"

Before Toriel could finish her sentence, a truck honked its horn, grabbing enough of Toriel's attention to make her swerve back into her lane. A quick, silent reprieve was dealt, yet Toriel was still riled up.

"Keep. Your hands. ON! The wheel!" Papyrus said, recoiling from Toriel's road rage.

Toriel did as Papyrus and Asriel said, too scared to go berserk while she was driving.

"Sorry. I...went out of control. Obviously." She said, ashamed of herself.

After about 4 more minutes, they all made it to her house, scrambling to try to get to them. Toriel grabbed her keys and rushed to get the door open. She unlocked it, and slammed the door open.

"CHARA! FRISK! LISTEN, WE're...sorry?"

The house felt completely empty. Toriel and Sans got scared. Asriel and Papyrus were trembling, and they grabbed each other to try to keep calm.

"What happened to them" was all the two could ask themselves. Toriel then investigated the rooms and noticed something off.

"That is strange. Sans, do you smell butterscotch or chocolate?" She asked.

"No. No, I don't." Replied Sans.

"Neither do I. Usually when Chara and Frisk enter the house, the faint scent of butterscotch and chocolate hangs in the air. But I cannot smell anything. But that could only mean..."

Toriel pondered their possible whereabouts for a moment. Then, it struck her. She became incensed beyond measure as her hands were set on fire.

"ASGORE DREEMURR. I'm going to KILL HIM THIS TIME!"

Toriel was so mad, she ripped her front door off its hinges, charging towards Asgore's house. Everyone else followed. She roared loudly enough to get Undyne and Alphys' attention. Then, the reptile and fish lady ran over to Asgore's house, only to find the former queen turned herself into an EXTREMELY dangerous fire hazard.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell's going on right now?" Undyne said, confused as to why Toriel turned into a matchstick.

"T-t-t-Toriel, I think it would be b-b-best if you c-c-c-calmed down f-f-first." Alphys stuttered, scared of the boss monster.

"FUCK OFF, YOU FAT LIZARD BITCH! I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOUR SHIT RIGHT NOW!" Toriel roared at the top of her lungs, bearing her teeth.

Alphys promptly stood down, scared of being singed. Undyne held her hand up in defense and backed off slowly to Alphys. Thanks to people being too scared to interfere at this point, Toriel proceeded to rip Asgore's front door off its hinges. She made a few errant tugs, but she ultimately tore off the wood, clawing at whatever remained. Then, she turned her attention to Asgore, who was in the kitchen making himself a cup of tea.

"YOU!" She screamed.

Asgore dropped his cup of tea upon hearing Toriel's enraged tone. He quickly turned around and, upon seeing her murderous appearance, tried to run for his life. She quickly caught him, and started beating him with her bare hands. As much as he tried to block her punches, she stood up, snatched a knife out, threw him to the ground, and stabbed his shoulder. The king bellowed in pain, and Toriel repeated the action on his other shoulder. He shouted in pain again as she held the knife to his face.

"Do you see that blood coming out of you?"

She sadistically turned his attention to his stab wounds, then back to the knife.

"That's for hiding her from me."

"Toriel, please! I-AAAAUUUGGGHHHH!"

Toriel plunged the knife in his arm again. Then she grabbed him and threw him on the table to beat him some more. She kept throwing her fists in his entire body, not caring how scared he was. Then, she threw him back on the ground, kicking him repeatedly.

"Where are they?! TELL ME!"

Toriel refused to stop beating Asgore as he started crying.

"Please stop. I-"

Toriel punched Asgore in the face for that next hit. Then after a few more minutes of hurting Asgore, she got fed up.

"Alright. Enough of this."

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Asgore loudly begged before Toriel started choking him to death.

Chara and Frisk heard the king's cry for help, and they rushed downstairs to help him, only to find Toriel strangling him to death. Chara ran to Toriel, grabbed her, and threw her off of Asgore, who Frisk accompanied to help catch his breath.

"Slow and deep, goat king. Slow and deep." He said, stroking Asgore's head.

Chara made her creepy face at Toriel, angry at her and scared for Asgore.

"Why the fuck would you try to kill dad, mom?!" She angrily lashed out, starting to cry.

"Whatever your beef is with him has nothing to do with me. I'm the one you were coming for! Leave dad alone; he has nothing to do with it!"

Toriel angrily glared at Chara as the fire she summoned from her hands creeped up to her elbows.

"Since when do you know whether your father has anything to do with anything? Your father is a pathetic whelp! A fucking murderer! Are you really telling me I'm doing the wrong thing by offing this piece of shit, young lady?!"

"Listen to me, mom."

"Chara, you don't g-"

"LISTEN TO ME! If dad's a pathetic whelp, then you aren't much better! You call dad a murderer, but the way you just tried to kill his ass confirms that you're just like him in that specific sense! So before you try to kill him again, remember that you're going down the exact same path!"

Toriel was stopped right in her tracks, and the flames that creeped along her arms extinguished themselves. She was shocked. Not only was Chara backtalking her without even a slight amount of fear of consequences, but she was telling (well, more like yelling) her the truth. Toriel tried to speak to her, but there was nothing to say, for Chara was right. And why wouldn't she be? In her rage, she tranformed into the mental image that she put Asgore in for decades. Chara surging her compassion and common sense into Toriel's mentality and forcing her back into reality caused Toriel to regain her composure and realize how horribly she treated Asgore, not to mention almost killing him. She shook with fear, feeling the guilt of almost killing Asgore.

"No. No. No! Why? Why did I...? I've...oh, God. I AM just as bad. Worse, even."

Toriel trembled and held herself, making her way to the couch to think about what she did. She said absolutely nothing.

"Dad, you okay?" Chara asked softly, making her way to Asgore to check on him.

"Well, considering that you both just saved me from being choked to death by your mother, I'm, uhh, pretty good." Asgore said, nonchalantly.

"This happened before when you were married, didn't it?"

"Well...yes. Your mother has always had a problem with her temper, and she always took it out on me. She always spoke down to me, and she often beat me up when no one was looking. She always claimed it was because she loved me. But now I'm not sure whether that was true or not."

"How bad did it get?"

"When I was sleeping every now and then, your mother took a knife and held it at my neck if I woke up. She'd tell me 'let me keep going, or else'. Apparently, that was how she was having sex with me at some point. After that, we had sex without the whole knife thing, and about 9 months later, Asriel was born."

"...Mom raped you."

"Really? I mean, I enjoyed how she felt inside. I didn't know I was being raped. I just thought she had an attraction towards danger, or being dangerous."

"You were, dad. You know, all this time, you thought mom was too good for you. But in reality, you're too good for her, and she's not good enough for you."

"But I still love her. I know if-"

"Dad, mom never loved you. She wanted to use you like a piece of trash, and throw you away."

"That's not true. Is it, Toriel?"

Toriel kept her voice as low as she hung her head.

"I did love him once." She said.

"No, you didn't." Chara snapped.

"You raped your husband, abused your husband, almost killed him, and when he finally decided to show some backbone, you fuck him over and leave him suicidal. If you ask me, that's not love. That's called being a parasite. Maybe if you looked at yourself and the way you act more often, you'd be able to see what you did and what you're doing is wrong."

Toriel started crying. She was angry, too.

"I don't have to see myself. I don't need to hear this, either. I'm leaving."

Toriel left without another word with tears in her eyes, knowing what she did. Chara was right about the abuse she did unto Asgore. She never felt guilty about it until it was too late. She walked sadly to her room and closed the door, crying her eyes out.

Frisk and Chara walked out of Asgore's house with scowls on their faces. When they got back inside Toriel's house, they saw Sans, Papyrus and Asriel.

"How much exactly did you hear?" Frisk and Chara said, not even bothering to be tactful.

"All of it." Sans said with empty eyesockets and a scowl.

"I'm sorry if this offends, but I am VERY disappointed in Ms. Toriel right now."

Papyrus said, shaking his head in disaplointment to Toriel.

"Brother, I'm sorry for earlier and making you deal with what just happened."

"I forgive you, Papyrus." Frisk said, trying to put on a smile.

"After all, you are very great. Certainly you're great enough to be forgiven for your wrongdoings, especially if you feel remorse. Unlike SOME people I know."

"Yeah. So, anyway, let's get your paperwork in here." Sans requested, trying to change the subject.

"We got permission to homeschool you for a little while, so we can get it inside so nothing bad happens to it."

Chara, Frisk and Sans got all the paperwork inside the house, which was set just within the living room. Meanwhile, Toriel kept crying upstairs. It didn't look like she would stop for a while, and it would take a bit before things calmed down.

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muskycat · 8 years ago

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UnderLate. Broken Fate. Chapter eight

Frisk woke up from the nightmare, screaming and soaked in sweat. Her wasn’t the only cry, Papyrus fell from the chair, where he had been guarding her part of the night.

“Wowie, stronger lungs, Frisk," he said from the floor, “But I'd rather you don’t give me those scares.”

"Papy ..." Frisk looked at him, confused. That room had more light but it looked like the skeleton itself. Yes, she recognized his car-shaped bed, she had liked it when she had seen it, “What happened?”

"You fainted and I brought you here," Papyrus said, already standing and picking a cold cloth from the girl's lap, “You were burning with fever when we arrived and murmured nonsense. I remembered when I was sick and Sans put these damp cloths on my forehead, so I did the same. You really worried me.”

Frisk began to remember, the last thing she had seen was Sans willing to kill her if need be. No ... there was something else ... Sans had begun to understand when her mother appeared.She had wanted to embrace Toriel, after thinking that she wouldn’t see her again had been her light of hope but Sans had withdrawn. They were going to start fighting when everything went dark.

“Mom! Sans! They ... are they okay?”

"Don’t worry, Frisk. I sent them to Grillby's," Papyrus said, if he was so calm they were fine. Or so she hoped. “Undyne also came back but they made her leave, they gave real dread. Then they started yelling, they didn’t want you to get upset so I sent them to the bar. Sans said he would try to behave for Grillby didn’t make the bar burn, I threw a bone for the bad pun, he dodged and left.”

Frisk sighed with relief for a second. They were fine. At least for now. Papyrus's worries weren’t diminished when the girl curled up in bed again, with a sadness face.

"I've ruined it, Papy. I’m responsible for everything.”

"Don’t say that. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

"Yes, Papyrus. I should have stayed in the ruins. I just ... I just wanted to see what was in the underground. To know the house of Napsti. But things aren’t going to be the same, I know.”

Papyrus stood beside Frisk, thoughtfully, while she closed her eyes, more and more sad. He decided to act, took the girl in his arms and made her get up with a surprised face.

“Don’t be afraid of changes, Frisk, many times are for the better. Hey, if you hadn’t come, we wouldn’t have met. You acted with the heart and that is good. I believe in you, Frisk. You're just scared and it's normal. You'll see how everything works out.”

“You believe that?”

“Sure!” Said Papyrus with a smile, “And now, while those two troublemakers arrive, we have a pending issue. I'm going to teach you how to cook my famous spaghetti, Nyeh heh heh!”

The sound of Sans' cell phone caused a little more movement at the table that he and Toriel shared. Since Papyrus had thrown them out after arguing loudly, Grillby had left them that table, with two servings of potatoes, which Toriel hadn’t touched. He had eaten something, though he preferred a good sip of ketchup.

"It's my brother," he said aloud, feeling Tori's gaze on his bones, “A message. Looks like Frisk is better.”

"Thank God," Toriel sighed, relieved, “My child had worried me.”

“You can not say Frisk without risk” It was curious how, long ago, the same lady would have laughed at the jaw of that bad joke. This time, she just snorted looking back at the front, “Paps is a great nurse��

"Yes, he is very kind," said Toriel, “And he loves Frisk.”

“My brother became fond of people fast.He only sees the good things of the rest. Too bad I see the other side.”

“Frisk has no evil at all, "said Toriel, defending her daughter, ”I have raised her very well and safe in the ruins. Where are she going to come back with me.”

“That remains to be seen, Tori.”

"Don’t take so much confidence, skeleton.”

"I prefer Sans, please. The other is too ... hard"Sans gave a few bumps on his skull to finish the joke. Wow, that he saw was a small smile? He knew it was a good comedian, “I told you before, this is not the way to go. Staying locked in there ... is not Frisk's fate.”

"She decided to stay with me." Toriel stood, alerting Sans, “It's funny, you accuse me of making decisions for my daughter when you want to do the same. And you don’t even know her.”

“Well, that's not entirely true, Tori.”

"Toriel," she corrected him again, “And don’t fool me: This is the first and only time that Frisk will leave her house. Now, I'm going to see my child, I advise you not to stop me.”

"I'm too lazy for that." Sans stood up and made a gesture to follow the woman, “But I must go home. You first, Tori.”

“Toriel ... never mind. Call me whatever you want, it will not last long either.”

"How can you say that, Frisk ?!”

"That's what I believe ... see that ... and that ... and ... Nooooo!”

Sans and Toriel began to understand this strange conversation when the first one opened the door of the house. Papyrus and Frisk were sitting on the couch, facing the television, with a plate of spaghetti each.

"Are ... your spaghetti, Papyrus?" Sans said, his eyes empty for a second. God, He didn’t know what his biggest concern was: from what the girl could tell from the taste of her food ... or from Frisk herself that she should eat it.

"Would not you think he'd give you your filthy pre-cooked quiches, Sans?" Neither Paps nor the girl turned to look at them, pending the program of Metatton,” for my friends, the best”

“Yeah ... the creepypasta”

"Sans! Don’t make jokes with my food!”

"How bad is it?" Toriel whispered. Sans didn’t answer, only made a gesture that his brother didn’t see. He love his brother more than anything but ... his food was horrible.

"They're not creepys or whatever," said Frisk, rolling up what little she had left on the plate and her fork, “It's sauce. And it's awesome.”

“Really?” Said the two brothers, in different tones.

“Yeezzz” Frisk didn’t articulate well with full mouth, “Although I would put some egg”

“Egg?”

“Yes. Because this meal is Egg-celent”

Despite the tension, Sans couldn’t avoid it. He began to laugh non-stop, even Toriel, more quietly, gave a little giggle. however,Papyrus uttered a shout in the air and hugged Frisk, who almost spit out her food.

"Nooooo, you can’t fall! Sans, you're a bad influence ... you curse the house!”

"Hey, don’t blame me, Paps. You know ... I carry the humour in my bones ...”

“¡Saaannsss!”

“He he..in the bones .. he’s a skeleton. It’s funny”

“No, I refuse to lose you, Frisk. I can bear you don’t like the new look of Metatton ... but it’s inconceivable that you like my brother's bad jokes.”

"Come on, if you're laughing too, Paps.”

"I know and I hate it!"

“Come on, brother, don’t be so hard on Frisk. She is still inexperienced in the subject of jokes. She needs a teacher. Right, kiddo?”

As he spoke, Sans had approached the girl and had placed one of his hands on her shoulder, casually. Frisk couldn’t avoid jumping because of the chill that seized her. She knew the truth and is that under that gesture in appearance normal, even complicit, there was another subliminal message.

"Do you like my house? Because you're going to stay here more than you want "

Frisk wasn’t alone in realizing, Toriel didn’t like the words of Sans. She pushed the skeleton subtle way, stroking the girl's head.

"You're right, I've taught her a lot, but not to make jokes. I'll take care of it when we get home.”

“Come on, Tori, it's very rude of you to refuse my offer, I even give my room to Frisk. Anyway, I always sleep on the couch ... you can leave if you're not comfortable. I would like you to stay, really, but not if you are going to interfere with her fate.”

“Her fate?” Toriel confronted him, giving Papyrus the chance to rescue the girl, again in the crossfire. At least, this time his brother seemed more relaxed, unlike the goat lady, “Meet with Asgore? That he killed Frisk, that's what you're looking for? I have taken care of these seven years, she is my daughter. I won’t let her go to certain death.”

"Frisk isn’t Asriel, Tori.”

"Who's Asriel?" Frisk asked.

“Your name can’t be a coincidence. Toriel, didn’t you tell your "child" who you are? Wow, then things are not as pretty as you want me to believe. You see, Frisk, it turns out your mother is the ...”

“Shut up!” Toriel's hands were filled with magical fire, she was angry and she had lost control, “You don’t have the right to enter our lives and decide for us. You're a damn stranger.”

"You know nothing, woman. Stop fooling around and get out of my way.”

“The same I say.”

Toriel launched a small attack in warning mode, a small fireball. She was tired of the attitude of that skeleton, so she had stopped talking to him. Three days after the serious threat to her daughter, Sans had returned to the door but no longer dedicated to telling jokes. He tried to persuade her to let Frisk leave and go on her way, promising to take care of her. Toriel didn’t trust his madness. And she had done well, that promise he swore hadn’t long delayed breaking it.

She was a bad mother, she hadn’t been able to protect the girl from the underground. She had to fix it, before it was late, she should return Frisk to her safe place.But Toriel didn’t expected the shadow that stood between her fire and Sans. Frisk staggered at his mother's blow, leaning back. She didn’t fall, Sans's body stopped the recoil, catching the girl by her back.

“Hey, girl, are you okay?" For first time, Sans seemed to be really worried about Frisk.

“Sans!" Papyrus exclaimed, also worried, “Oh, God, are you all right?”

"Don’t woory, bro. Toriel only warmed the room." Sans said, simulating a smile. He watched as a drop spilled down the girl's cheek, “Come on, you're too old to cry about it. It's only been a small blow. It does not hurt so much, does it? You're worrying me. Talk to me, Frisk.”

"Oh, my child, I'm sorry. Why did you do that?”

Toriel wanted to approach, regretful, but Sans's empty stare held her.

“Don’t come near or going to be you who pass a bad time. “He said with a deep voice, his eye began to blink.

“E ... Enough!. Both of them." Frisk's voice was shaken. Her lips, her hands, everything trembled, “I've ruined everything, for not listening to Mom ... to Flowey. I just want to recover my life ... and that my mother doesn’t attack the brothers of my friends. No ... I don’t want this.”

Frisk went out the door, finding herself in the snow. She walked a little for Snowdin, this time there were more monsters but no one was aware of her, taking it for another one. In the background there was a river, she remembered how she was relaxing while she sit beside the shore, in the ruins, accompanied by Flowey.

She couldn’t imagine that everything would end up like this, on that innocent journey. Now she was being held back by a monster who treated her as if she were a horrible person and would have hurt her, fighting her mother. She hid her face in her hands, now that she was alone she was carried away by sadness.

"Hello, Frisk!" As last time, she didn't heard Monster Kid until he was beside her. He sat down with her, giving his support, “I've seen you cry but I didn’t know if you wanted company. You're good? Has something happened?”

“Oh, Kid” Frisk needed a neutral partner in which to relieve his sorrows and MK was the most suitable. The teenage monster blushed, but was unable to return the hug. He had no arms, so he lowered his head for Frisk could lean against him, “I'm stupid.”

“What? No, you aren’t. Come on, Frisk, don’t be sad. What happened? Has something happened to you with Papyrus? No, he didn’t make you cry ... has been Sans, right?”

"Why do you think of him?" Frisk asked, calmer now. She pushed away from him, letting Kid in the heaven, and wiped her eyes, ”I came a few hours to see a friend and now I can’t go home. And he ... he doesn’t know me but he hates me.”

"Sans may seem scary, but I don’t think he hates you. In addition, you are a friend of Papyrus and his happiness is important for him. Although it’s true that things have changed a lot.”

Frisk could see a hint of sadness in Kid's eyes. Curiosity was strong in her, everyone was talking about those bad changes.

"Kid, you've always lived here in Snowdin, right? And you know Sans and Papyrus.”

"Sure, they've been here since I was a kid, when I was Undyne's number one fan. Well, and I still am." He laughed, swinging in a gesture of innocence that Frisk found lovable, “Before, Papyrus was Undyne helper, he wanted to enter the Royal Guard, you know?”

"Papy? But he’s a cook.”

“It's his other hobby, also taught Undyne. She's awesome, right?”

"Well ... yes" said Frisk. Maybe if she didn’t want to kill her ... but they all spoke very highly of her, “But they are no longer friends.”

“That's true ... I think that was the day everything changed." Kid said.

“When?”

"When Alphys disappeared. She was the royal scientist, she looked like me, she was very shy and Alphys and Undyne were very good friends. She earned her job when she created Metatton.”

“Hang on a second, the weird guy on TV, was he created by Alphys?”

“Yes, when he was a square was cool but now is amazing.”

"I preferred him before. At least in toys he was cooler.”

"Oh, yes? Well ... you're right, he's nothing out of this world. I prefer the square. Like you.”

“Of course, we have a good eye, hehe, "said Frisk, “Oh, forgive me, I interrupted you. So Alphys disappeared. Was it a sudden?”

"Yes, she left a note for the king, saying that she quit her job. No more explanations. Undyne became sad, but her shows sadness with anger. Then Papyrus went to see her, knowing he would want to cheer her up, but ... things got twisted and Undyne attack him.”

“Physically?”

“No, she use ugly words. When Papyrus returned from Undyne's house, he didn’t leave for several days and when he did, he no longer wore his usual outfit. It was your armor, you should tell him to show it to you. If he still has it.”

"Undyne was mean, you can not destroy the dreams of the people because you are going to go wrong. Is she not apologize?”

"Undyne hasn’t spoken to him since, though Papyrus wants to regain their friendship. Sometimes, at Grillby's he ask the dogs how Undyne is, he's very kind. Now that I control my magic, he lets me help him with the trays, even when I started and he didn’t care that I fell, he always encouraged me. He trusts me. And, don’t tell him… I'm embarrassed but ... I also admire him. Not as a cook, when he patrolled he has a lot of confidence and I wanted to be like him.”

"Oh, Kid, that's very cute.” Frisk hugged him, excited, making the boy laugh, “You should tell him, he would like it very much.”

"Kyaaa, what a shame!”

The phone started ringing in Frisk's pants. She didn’t know that she had it back, the last time she had seen it was in Sans jacket. Had he returned it? But it was different, with new improvements, such as being able to receive messages. And she had a new one, of Papyrus.

See you at the waterfall at the end of Snowdin. Come before others discover me.

"I must go, Papy is waiting for me," said Frisk, rising, “Thanks for cheering me on, Kid.”

"It doesn’t matter, I lik... I get along with you," Kid corrected, “Will you let me give you some advice?”

“Sure”

“Papyrus is great and you can trust him but ... be careful with Sans. After Papyrus returned, Sans left Snowdin a few minutes later, heading for Waterfall, to Undyne's house. Before of these he was a funny skeleton, funny and very lazy. We all thought he was weak, or at least he wouldn’t stand out in combat ... until he taught Undyne how wrong we all were. Yes, he attacked her and Undyne is strong ... in Waterfall they say that Undyne is still alive because at that moment Asgore was with her. Since that day he is different, Dogo, one of the dogs of the Royal Guard says he only patrols near an old door, as if waiting for someone. And that, when they bothered him, his eye turned blue before he leaving them. Whoever waits there, isn’t going to have a good time.”

Frisk hid the shiver that ran down her spine when she heard that and she gave him another hug. Before leave, as it was so lovely, Frisk gave him a little kiss on the cheek, as she did with good friends. Frisk walked away, jumping to the meeting place, not even seeing Kid change color and fell to the ground, all red and with a silly smile.

"Kid?" Said Grillby, who was passing by and saw the boy in the snow, “You're good?”

“I'm in love.”

#undertale au #fanfic #underLate #frisk #sans #toriel #papyrus #Brokenfate

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