#fatal sans x lavendersans

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He estado escribiendo aquí un fic en inglés de mi ship favorito y creí que era hora de hacerle una portada.¡Dios! Estoy tan orgullosa, me tardé un montón.

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Behind those blue and red eyes 5

The fourth encounter: Snowdrops

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His hands moved rhythmically stitching together uneven parts of code. Once and again his needle penetrated them and his red string held them close. He kept his eyes open interpreting the long lines of code full of symbols and numbers. One mistake and he couldn't have Papyrus beside him. One mere mistake.

The resulting product in front of him didn't look at all like Papyrus, but he kept trying to make it look like him. This time he had put a little more of Blueberry's blue code, but took away the Sans' parts that lived inside it and replaced it with Carrot's orange Papyrus code. To clean the undesirable Under Swap code he added lots of code of Timelines’ Papyrus. The end result was a sea of red with blue and orange bits here and there.

"Good, good, you are almost there" The voice behind him made him lose his focus. "A little more and you'll have Papyrus back" He ignored the voice; as he had learned before there was no use in talking with him. "Ignoring me again huh? I'm the only one who understands you, you know?" But he kept silent as a stoic soldier as if he wasn’t hearing any voice as if he was really alone in the save screen. 

The kind voice of Patch interrupted them. "BROTHER DO YOU NEED HELP? I CAN HOLD THINGS OR SOMETHING IF YOU WANT" He looked at him for a while, weighing his options, till he decided that Patch wouldn't cause any trouble. His only answer was a nod and soon his self-proclaimed brother was seated beside him.

One didn't need to be a genius to note the discomfort in the tall skeleton, but he was the one offering his help so there was no use in denying it. Patch held the parts he was stitching close, making sure that they were in the right position. His hands were shaking and he looked far away from that corpse, but he held it firmly nonetheless. For an unknown reason, he wasn´t the only one shaking.

The air was cold, the light traveled more like a mist. He didn't know where that light came from but it did hit him like a punch, leaving a weak shadow to hide under him.

The echo of every sound he made his way through every echo flower. It sounded like an old clock, a machine of sounds working backward, with a million synchronized parts moving non-stop behind him. 

The sounds crawled up his spine slowly, and one look at Patch's eyes showed him that he wasn't the only one feeling watched. In this immensity of white and black one could never be sure of being alone. Everything felt empty, more even his half-broken soul, and the space around his eye lights in his eye sockets.

He focused on checking the code’s lines, but an incessant sound in the back of his head kept him from ending his job. He got up from his kneeling position and look around, he started to walk away when Patch quickly said “LET ME GO WITH YOU, I CAN HELP” but Fatal shook his head in denial: There was an intruder in his world.

He opened a portal with his right hand, and let himself through the multiple white glitches into the even whiter space outside the save screen. At first, he didn’t see anything but soon a nightmarish image appeared in front of him: Sans was being held hostage by a big black tentacle; he was struggling and kicking his legs everywhere, and the monster holding him laughed in a loud and deep voice.

For a moment he froze, his heels were glued to the ground, a mix of rage and fear took his body prisoner, he couldn't even breathe. He didn't recognize that deep black skeleton, and even if his memory was as good as one of a goldfish he could be certain that this was their first encounter. The skeleton turned his gaze towards him, and with a playful noise he addressed him: "It took you so long to come ''. The tentacle that held Sans threw him in one movement, and his body hit the ground with a dry sound.

He raised a hand and called his Gaster Blasters that floated proudly above him. "WhAt Do YOu wAnT?" he dared to ask with his broken voice. But the black skeleton only laughed as if this was nothing but a game. Offended he shot in that monster's direction hoping he will be nothing but smoke when the lights disappear. But the monster dodged them as was expected for any Sans, and he laughed louder.

"I think You are not understanding the position you are in" Started the skeleton, but he just shot again. "My name is Nightmare and I come with a proposal for you”. He pulled out his strings and distracted the monster with another shot, then he trow the strings trying to hold Nightmare’s arm, but he dodged his attacks again. “You know… you are being so rude, you should at least hear me before judging” Another laugh, another attack dodged.

He was out of breath, he felt small and useless, and Nightmare's laugh echoed in his head. “You are quite strong, I must admit” This time Nightmare was the one moving, and soon he had to dodge the sharp tentacles that were thrown at him. Another shot, another tentacle attack; he was getting out of breath. Nightmare got uncomfortably close to his face and said: “I’m actually looking for a little bit of help in my work, and a monster like you seem perfect” he teleported far away but in a second Nightmare was in his face again, and this time he didn’t have time to dodge the attack that was thrown at him. 

The tentacle was sharp and pierced his chest like a knife. The pain spread from the wound all over his body like wildfire. He felt the air leaving his chest. Nightmare seemed as calm as someone that had pinched a bean during lunch. The tentacle reached deeper into his chest till Nightmare was able to hold him in the air with it. This seemed like the end.

“Be calm friend, I’m not here to kill you, as I said I have a proposal for you” Fatal looked in terror at the calm expression on that monster's face. The pain was almost unbearable, he barely could breathe, and his eyes were losing focus. “You know I’m on a search for new acquaintances, some help to get to where I deserve to be, some help to end some inconveniences on my way to the top. And you, my friend are just made for the job”.

He raised his head angrily, he was no one pet. He had his own problems to care for, and no matter how bad his injuries were, he wasn't kneeling in front of anyone. It must have shown that on his face because Nightmare started to laugh. “I’m still not getting my idea across: You will work for me, it’s not a suggestion, is an order”

With a movement, Nightmare threw him to the grown the same way he threw Sans moments ago. “I’ll keep in touch,” he said while walking away, and no matter if he tried to reach him with his hand, he kept getting smaller as he went far away.

“question: Need a hand(?)” suddenly asked Sans smiling at him with his half, white face. He extended his hand with some kind of fondness but he didn’t accept it and tried to get up by himself. “Bro, I. val(don’t) think is the = moment. val.(YOU) are //totally >wasted”. He put his arm below his and help him get up, but he could do nothing about the pain. Once up on his own feet, he started to walk away too. 

“Where (?) YOU = going (?)” Sans asked from his back, but he did not answer because he did not know either. He opened a portal by inertia and limping got through the white glitches he got to whatever it lead him to. A soft breeze welcomed him, bringing in it the smell of a multitude of plants, he was again in Nature Tale.

He rested against the same tree that has hidden him in the last few days. He touched his own bleeding chest and let go a long sigh trying to ease the pain, but it wasn't effective. He reached his mouth with his fingers ready to turn the blood into long red strings. He pulled them slowly with a strange fear of them breaking; once he got them to be the right size he took from one of his pockets a needle made of his own bones.

While he threaded the red string in the blue needle, his mind started to wander in search of sounds. As a cornered animal he was searching for any menacing, but only found kind and relaxing sounds. It was raining, but as there were only a few holes in the stone sealing, it only rained in a few spots. As from those same holes came the light the rain seemed iridescent, like a waterfall of moon drops, a river of shine. The sound was also mesmerizing, as the water hit the floor like a cosmic drum, but not as such glorious sound made from the thunders with the deep voice of a gregorian choir.

Bats beat his membranous wings all over the place making a tickling sound and looking like a shadow’s spectacle. The earth smelled like wet soil and the air touched him like a soft mystical hand. For a moment a mist surrounded him, making him see all in a comfortable greyish-white, his bones fell just a little wet as the cloud passed through him.

It always amuse him how quiet and loud could Nature Tale be at the same time. In the silence live a million alive beings singing in harmony, no sound toke the front line, no sound was the protagonist, all echoed at the same time as if that were no more than one big living creature.

Soft steeps came in his direction, then a pause, and then become closer and closer. He tried to get up as fast as possible, but he could not do it. Another pause make as he became panic’s prey, “You’re not ready ha?” Lavender’s voice seemed a little disappointed. 

“Just wanted to check if you are alright buddy; it smells like a lot of blood there” Another pause and a deep sigh. “I’m going for healing supplies, I’m not going to get near you, but you need to take care of those wounds”.

Then the steps grow quieter as Lavender went far away from his position. He let out a sigh and let himself  become calm again. Soon a stupor grew all over him, every bone got soft with weakness; the unconsciousness winning over him.

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Behind those blue and red eyes 4

The third encounter (Part 2): A broken bouquet of wildflowers

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He looked at the little flowers in his hand, and he felt a pressure in his chest, like a knot covering his broken soul. He felt anxious in one way but empty in another. It was an amalgam of many feelings yet unnamed for him. The smell of the flowers traveled towards him and tickled a little. Why did he have a present? Why does this Lavender keep giving flowers to him?

The questions floated through the air, and the cold wind froze his shoulders. He covered himself a little more with his scarf, the faint smell of Papyrus filling him with nostalgia. Why did he keep going back to Nature Tale? He asked himself with a frustrating rage emerging. But he suddenly felt like he didn’t want to come back home, like the impulse moving him forward disappeared all of the sudden.

He seated himself where before was Lavender, the vine swing moved a little with the new weight on it, and Fatal legs followed the movement. It was a comfortable seat, that must be why Lavender spent so much time in it. Looking at the flowers in his hand he felt purposeless, useless and so, so little. He used to think he would be able to keep going, that he didn’t need any more than his love for Papyrus, but yet there he was, alone and sobbing about this incomprehensible feeling of emptiness.

It didn’t make any sense, he wasn’t supposed to feel that way, and he wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place. He took one petal in between his fingers and tore it apart, and then another and another; he shouldn’t let these stupid flowers get pollen in his head; he wouldn’t let Papyrus behind. The code of the flowers was green, yellow, and blue, and was simple and somewhat endearing, when he tore it apart it was slowly transformed into a glitchy goop of unrecognizable numbers and letters; he liked that process. He broke the stems and the petals, and the string that held everything together; all got broken in his hands, till his feelings got numb.

He considered throwing the unrecognizable mass away in the grass, but he didn’t want anyone apart from the so-called Lavender to know he was there. Even then, he would prefer if that skeleton didn’t feel his presence so easily, that he could be all alone in Nature Tale, breathing the clear air and hearing the animals he didn’t know sing. So he saved the glitchy goop in his pockets to discard once he got home. It felt greasy and gross but one has to sacrifice comfort for the sake of secrecy.

He doubted for a little while about raising his head and looking at the landscape in front of him. He felt like a brick was placed on his head like a rock was sitting in his throat, he felt insecure and confused, but somehow expectant about what he would see. He played with his fingers a for a while, thinking about what to do, till he slowly raised his head. At first, he didn’t see anything, as he was blinded by a light that wasn’t even there, but his eye-lights slowly recovered from the blurriness till the nighttime scenery appeared in front of him.

The view made him feel so little, but somehow, he liked the feeling, he felt like a little ant in a big maze of a green multitude of plants. The moonlight filtered from above through cracks in the thick rock wall of the cave, and that rock itself was covered in moss and dew. Everywhere he looked there were flowers and trees, the plants surrounded one another to the point that the trees got vines engraving their trunks with their roots. From above, the moonlight hit little falling leaves that flew freely and slowly, seeming like almost awake and alive beings. There were fireflies all over the place like little lanterns of even more little fairies, some moths could also be found sitting in logs and flowers, some of them looked like little cotton balls, some like little angels. A buzz in the left side of his head made him turn and he found dragonflies dancing all over the place.

He opened his eye sockets up, trying to capture all the stimuli of this place, he didn’t notice but his glitches were fewer and fewer with every minute he observed it. It was as if some kind of magic took his senses prisoner; he felt like a different monster. The air that entered his nostrils filled him like an opium drug; he felt exalted like a child seeing a carnival for the first time but content like an old man washing the sunset. The awesomeness of the unknown, he thought to himself.

He had passed so much of his life trapped in a dark and endless void, only looking at a cold and tragic world through a little glitching window; he had passed so many days in the awful company of the hundred of eco-flowers screaming with the voices of all his victims. The infinite white, the infinite black, the shadows always followed him, the emptiness was always behind him.

Maybe that was the reason he heated so much the view from Outer Tale, that immensity of the space, no matter how many stars and galaxies you put in it it will always feel wrong to him. In some place, he have heard that Error loved that place, that he was always sitting alone on some rock spacing out in Outer Tale, that that was one of the little places he wouldn’t ever destroy. Maybe that was another reason he hated that place so much, maybe that was the proof that he and Error could never be as alike to each other as the monsters used to think.

Nature Tale was cozy and comforting, an oasis in the middle of a deserted world, every place felt like the warmth of a home, and the nights he experienced there weren’t dark but shone in a way he didn't think it was possible. It seemed dreamlike; a perfect place for a perfect home. He found himself dreaming of a house shared with Papyrus there, he dreamed of the nights he could pass beside his brother there, the meals they could share; the happiness of his brother.

His brother… He felt so alone at that moment, so disconnected from reality, his eyes weighed with the weight of tears that couldn’t exit his eyes. His shoulders felt tense and hard as a rock as if all his ribs were fused into a big chunk of bone.  He felt tired and useless, somehow dumb as if he were just a mistake. He wanted to run, to run far away, further on the horizon when he couldn’t find himself. “yOu’RE JuSt AnOTHer diRty GLitch tHat I HaVe TO cLeaN Up.” The words of Error filled his head, and make his broken soul hurt. It felt like a knife penetrating everything again and again.

His glitches came back in a storm of white, black, and cyan boxes that covered his entire body and his throat tried to scream, but even his words were shattered into pieces. He needed to get out of there, he needed…

The frustration filled every bone of him. Not this again, not this. The air was missing from every breath he take with his mouth wide open. He was going to die. He was sure, this time he was going to die. His hands were shaking as if the earth under his feet were trembling. Soon the edges of his vision turned black and blurry. He embraced himself and closed his hands over his arms, but no matter how much he press them his vision wouldn't come back. He wouldn´t come back. Tears fell from his eyesockets, bitter and salty as blades cutting through his face.

A smell penetrated through the thick air, interrupting the sacredness of his despair. The sweet aroma stopped all his thoughts in an instant, and he felt a breeze undoing knots all over his body. Like a river transformed into a waterfall, the screams hiding in his throat fell freely as tears down his face. Unlike before these tears cleaned his face as pure water, slowly passing like the comforting hand of a lover.

He let the seconds pass through him like the soft air around him. He let himself take a break and surface again as a new monster. When he raised his head again there was no trace of tears on it. His eyes searched rapidly for the cause of the mysterious smell, besides him rested an enormous bush of lavender flowers, with its little flowers pointing in all directions. Now, when he was calmer, the smell of them seemed a little tacky, too sweet, and too strong for his taste.

There was just one possibility for that bush to appear suddenly in that place. He felt dizzy when he realized that Lavender has seen him in that state, it was the second time that has happened to him. He seemed to not be able to maintain his dignity in front of strangers, always falling into his despair too easily. His cheeks felt hot and his hands shut instantly into a thigh knot.

He rapidly got up from the swing and walked as fast as he could far away from it, he opened the white portal with his right hand and passed through it as if his life were depending on it. He felt the atmospheric pressure release from his shoulders as he entered the infinite emptiness of his save screen. The eco-flowers spoke to him: “Crack-crack” the sound of broken bones filled the room. Then far away he heard a little flower say “BROTHER” in the broken voice of Patch.

As if that sound was a premonition, Patch came just moments after it. “BROTHER ARE YOU BACK?” the tall skeleton asked kindly, but Fatal did not answer. “I WAS THINKING OF ADDING A NEW INGREDIENT TO MY SPAGHETTI RECIPE, WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT?” The silence followed Fatal till the middle of the eco-flowers, which welcomed him with more screams and cracks. He lay down in between the big blue petals and closed his eyes.

Patch watched his brother sleep, probably something had made him really mad if he was taking a nap in an accurate position. An unknown impulse made him come close to the sleeping body of his brother, he kneel down beside him and looked at him closely. This time there were almost no glitches on his brother's face. As if he was sleeping comfortably his chest raised slowly making the sound of the air passing through his nostrils soft and welcoming. 

Something made him feel calmer, for once the immensity of the void around him felt quiet in the best of ways; for once it felt like home. A smell caught his attention. A soft sweet breeze floated from his brother's body. It was a flower smell… where did his brother go that day.

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