#gotta check out the fic when i get back on the undertale obsession

[sapphiresterreart]

Undertale – Modern Mafia-ish AU

Inspired mainly by the AO3 fic For Business or Pleasure by Askellie (NadaNine).

Took the pieces of the story like Sans working at a science company led by a cruel Gaster. Sans can’t leave due to a convoluted contract. My idea breaks from there.

This Modern AU takes place where the Underground never existed and thus the war between humans and monsters never happened. Gaster is the lead scientist to a famous monster company and Classic!Sans wants out. He waits anxiously for the day when the contract will end and he can freely leave. His boss’ current project is the mythical power Time Travel that Sans is convinced doesn’t exist. However, one leader of a notorious gang believes in the power and will do whatever it takes to win that power herself. Her brother, a rival gang leader, will do everything to thwart her plans and score the magic himself.

Poor Sans winds up caught in the middle of Chara, Flowey, and Gaster’s bloody bickering. He’d run, but his brother’s life is on the line. Damnit, he needs another nap...

Wrote a more detailed take on the idea below the Read More.

Sans is a paper pushing lab assistant. He wants to leave and find a different job, one with greater pay and better treatment, but Gaster keeps him trapped there. Gaster views him as his surrogate son…one he can manipulate as he pleases due to their contract. Still, Sans stays hopeful because the contract will end soon and he’ll be free to leave. Otherwise, he had tried to sabotage himself and get fired so he could escape but Gaster never let him leave and threatened him with lower pay. Just barely and with careful rationing, he’s able to support himself and pay for Papyrus’ college education.Thank financial aid for that. Sans knows Gaster won’t tire of him, so he waits for the day the contract will end.

After a overworked and exhausting day, Sans drags himself to Grillby’s bar. Grillby and him get along well enough and after several drunken confessions, Grillby often lets Sans drink spiked ketchup and eat hamburgers and fries for free.

That night, he whines about the long day and how much of a asshole his boss his. He spits Gaster’s name left and right, too drunk to care and unaware of a gang member listening closely to his drunken complaints.

When he leaves, drunk beyond belief on a late Friday night, the gang member follows him. When he feels someone ‘checking’ his stats, he barely remembers to shortcut/teleport in time to avoid any possible fight. He’s too drunk for this.

The next day, he barely remembers the night before. Just bits and pieces and that someone followed him but he doesn’t know why. It was practically routine to complain about Gaster and he was a regular at Grillby’s, so what could’ve been unusual enough for someone to follow him? To increase their level? He was a low-level monster and though dusting him wouldn’t raise their level much, he knows some low-lifes would take advantages when they could.

The weekend passes of just sleeping and rest. As the week goes on, he feels more and more eyes watching him. He thinks it’s just Gaster being a creep again…until a few weeks pass and the watching fades. He’s on his way to Grillby’s and caught off guard when someone sneaks behind him and knocks him out.

He wakes up on a couch in an office with a magic-suppressing collar on his neck. Naturally, he’s irritated.

He rights himself to find a young adult with red eyes watching him, amused, from behind their desk. He holds back the need to spit fire because what the hell and stands, habitually stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket with a lazy smile.

The human reveals themself as Chara, the leader of a deadly gang, Undertale (or some other name, I dunno. Sans face freezes on the smile. Well, shit.

He tries to act relaxed as he asks why he’s here and absently tugs on the collar with a quirked socket. Chara sees right through him and her lips stretch into a grin, dark and malicious.

Sans SOUL skips a pulse as her eyes pick him apart him like nothing more than a science experiment. She pauses and explains.

“Wing Dings Gaster has a pet project that is of interest to me. Surely you’ve heard of Time Travel, correct?”

His smile twitches but for the most part he’s unfazed. Yeah, Gaster had an odd obsession with some ancient, mythical power. But, RESETS and SAVES didn’t exist, so why bother looking?

“Yeah, yeah, but I gotta say, it’s no myth-tery that it’s not real.” Sans watches as the pun registers and the woman puffs an exhale.

“Funny,” her smile sharpens and his SOUL sinks with foreboding. “Might just keep you around when I’m done.”

“Heh,” he covers his unease with another joke. “Hate to disappoint you, but I’ve got a skeleton of work to do.”

“Yes, you do.” Chara agrees and with a twist of her hand he feels his his soul grabbed by red magic and he’s dragged closer to the desk.

“Hey, whoa–”

“I have a job for you.” She cuts him off as she holds him in place. Her free hand opens a drawer and pulls out a sheet of paper and a black binder. “You are to gather any and all of Gaster’s research on Time Travel. Fill this binder with all his speculation, findings, and experiments. Once you have collected everything, you will go to the location on this paper and return the binder. Understand?”

Sans cocked his head, almost afraid to ask but he had to know. “And if I don’t?”

“Then you’re dust.” Chara shrugs, uncaring. “And if that isn’t incentive enough, then it will be your brother who dies.” The nonchalant air darkened into murderous glee. “And you will get to watch.”

That shakes him to the core. His smile completely drops into a scowl and he struggles against the magic holding him in earnest. “Don’t you fuckin–”

She smirks and the magic tightens around him, almost suffocating. “But you won’t have to worry about that, will you? Because you’ll do exactly as I say, when I say it, right?”

He snarls and tries to lash out with his own magic but the collar sparks and any energy is sucked right out of him. Chara watches, amused, as he breaks his mask to hurl insults and rage until he exhausts himself and sags.

She sets him to the floor and he wobbles on unsteady feet. Calmly, she continues. “You’ll do as I say, won’t you Sansy? Wouldn’t want your precious brother hurt, would you?”

“…no.” He agrees.

But, if she hurt his brother there would be hell to pay.