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dascarecrow · 4 years ago

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Death Battle - Oscar Pine

Wiz- Since humanity’s earliest age the world of Remnant has been plagued by the creatures of Grimm.

Boomstick- AKA a cheap rip off of the Heartless. These bad boys are destruction incarnate which sounds awesome at first but it really just means they live to ruin your day.

Wiz- Yet for as long as the Grimm have haunted humanity they have been protected by the elite warriors known as Huntsmen.

Boomstick- These kick ass fighters are the best of the best and the baddest of the bad. They also wield some of the most awesome weapons ever made. Because nearly all of them? Are also a gun.

Wiz- Huntsmen are trained at combat academies across the world. And the greatest of them are trained at the main academies of each major kingdom. Shade Academy in Vacuo, Haven Academy in Mistral, Atlas Academy in Atlas-

Boomstick- Real original there.

Wiz- And Beacon Academy in Vale.

Boomstick- Man a school where you learn how to beat the snot out of people, hunt evil monsters and build cool weapons? If they had that kind of curriculum when I was in high school I definitely would have paid more attention. At least try to get a B+ on something instead of all those Fs and Cs.

Wiz- Unknown to the public however is that the headmasters of each Academy are part of a secret alliance dedicated to protecting the people of Remnant and ensuring their prosperity led by the headmaster Beacon Academy, Ozpin.

Boomstick- And like any good conspiracy the Ozluminati knows a whole bunch of secrets. Like the true origin of Dust and who faked the moon breaking.

Wiz- One of the greatest secrets that they have kept is existence of magic in Remnant.

Boomstick- Like actual wave your hand and make stuff happen magic. Which I don’t really get keeping hidden. I mean Huntsmen can do a whole bunch of stuff that’s pretty much magic anyways. And even stuff that magic doesn’t do. So why hide it from people?

Wiz- That’s actually because of the prospective dangers that magic could bring.

Boomstick- Oh yeah like what?

*Scenes play of Raven, Penny and Fria using their magic and devastating their enemies*

Boomstick- Never mind. I’ll take being able to call up hurricanes whenever I want over a scythe that turns into a rifle.

Wiz- Ozpin led the other headmasters and select other agents in keeping several secrets, including magic, hidden away because he feared the turmoil and destruction that would result if they were ever discovered.

Boomstick- And it actually went pretty well. Remnant had it’s problems but it was actually looking pretty good. Until some crazy fire lady *a picture of Cinder appears* found out about magic, went “I want me some of that”, teamed up with a terrorist organization and decided to get her hands on the nearest available bit of magic. Which was hidden under Beacon Academy.

Wiz- Dark forces would attack in the tragedy that would become known as the Fall of Beacon. The school would be devastated, the students harmed and traumatized beyond measure and Ozpin himself would fall during the battle. But this would not be the end for Ozpin.

Boomstick- Yeah turns out Dumbledore here actually had quite a few secrets of his own. One of which is that he was at this job a lot longer than anyone ever knew.

Wiz- In ancient times the Gods of Light and Darkness who had created Remnant saw the trials humanity endured to survive with each passing day and sought to give their creation a chance at salvation. They reached into the afterlife and returned to Remnant the greatest warrior to ever walk its surface, a mage knight known as Ozma.

Boomstick- Of course because Gods are kind of jerks they gave the Wizard of Oz a skewed deal.

Wiz- The Gods tasked Ozma with uniting humanity together and calling them to return to Remnant so they may pass judgement. Should humanity be in harmony upon their return the Gods would walk alongside them once more and grant to humanity grand gifts as reward.

Boomstick- Not a bad deal really. Everyone plays all nice and you get some sweet magic powers out of it. Why wouldn’t you want to do that?

Wiz- But if the Gods returned to find humanity divided and selfishly demanding that which was never theirs then it would be final day Remnant would ever see for humanity would be destroyed.

Boomstick- Oh right. How is that supposed to work then? I mean the gods come back and they see some guys arguing over their favorite sports team and they just go “Your no good. Gonna kill you all”. I mean I get the appeal of having magic powers but does that really outweigh complete genocide? Huntsmen have their own personal superpowers and Dust is as good as magic anyway.

Wiz- Regardless Ozma agreed to the gods request, motivated by his sense of justice and belief in the inherent good of humanity.

Boomstick- And the chance to see his ex again. *Picture of Salem appears* Can’t forget about that.

Wiz- Indeed. Of course the Gods recognized that the work they tasked Ozma with could take quite some time so they made arrangements which resulted in a rather unusual return for him.

Boomstick- The Gods kind of have a thing against full blown resurrection so they didn’t just zap their newest employee back to Remnant. No they decided to stuff Ozzy Osbourne’s soul into some random sucker so he could get to work.

Wiz- The Gods did not wish Ozma to bear the burden of his work alone so they made it that he would return in the body of another, which carried a like minded soul that his own would merge with. In the course of his work Ozma would discover that death was no longer the same for him.

Boomstick- The Gods basically made him the Avatar. *Shows picture of Aang* Whenever Willy Wonka wound up biting it his soul would crop up again in some other schmuck and merge with whatever soul was already living there. Rinse and repeat for the next few thousand years.

Wiz- The man known as Ozpin would wind up being the latest in this long line of reincarnations, continuing his past lives work in uniting the people of Remnant so they may pass the Gods Judgement.

Boomstick- And once Gandalf here was down for the count it was time for another round of musical souls. Where he stops who the heck knows.

Wiz- Ozpin’s would wind up reincarnating in a young farmhand known as Oscar Pine, who would find himself continuing the work that Ozma had began millennia ago and the inheritor of his countless lives knowledge and power.

Boomstick- Man I don’t know who to feel worse for. Pinecone for having an old dude stuck in his head that can see all of his private thoughts. Or the Clockwork Wizard for being stuck in the head of a kid that’s just starting puberty.

Wiz- As a result of this merger of souls Oscar would inherit Ozpin’s memories and more importantly his fighting skill and powers.

Boomstick- As the headmaster of a school for hunting literal soulless monsters Ozpin knew how to throw down with the best of them and Oscar got everything the old professor knew downloaded straight to his brain, none of that pesky learning stuff the hard way needed. He would even be given Ozpin’s own personal weapon... a cane. A cane. That was seriously this guys weapon? He fights for thousands of years to protect humanity, counter hordes of dark mosters and try to make it so the Gods give Remnant a passing grade and his personal way of beating people up was with a walking stick. Starting to see why it took him so long to get people up to snuff.

Wiz- Don’t be so quick to judge Boomstick. Ozpin was supremely gifted with his weapon, often using it like a rapier to rapidly jab at enemies and wear them down faster then they could respond. *Scenes of Ozpin’s fight with Cinder* And because he has Ozpin’s memories Oscar can do this just as well. *Scenes of Oscar’s fight with Hazel* However Oscar has chosen to focus on his own fighting style instead of simply repeating Ozpin’s. Oscar’s own personal style has a greater emphasis on striking power than speed, being centered around strong, focused blows instead of the rapid fire technique Ozpin preferred.

Boomstick- Finally someone who gets that the best way of doing things is by hitting the crap out of them as hard as possible. And it works pretty well for the farm boy. He was able to one shot a Sabyr, which was about two and a half times his size. And keep in mind Grimm are pretty much all bulk. Oscar pretty much killed that thing by stabbing it with a blunt object. Not to mention that he was able to smack someone so hard that they tumbled down the stairs and made Hazel stagger back a few feet when they collided with him. Hazel, who was able to catch the mini wrecking ball that is Magnhild and was stabbed through his stomach by a giant ice wasp and got back up like it was nothing.

Wiz- Given the loss of energy that would have resulted from rolling down the steps and Hazel’s own notable durability then we can safely say that Oscar used an extreme amount of force in this one attack.

Boomstick- And if Alpine gets tired of trying to whack people with a overhyped brake lever than he has some decent hand to hand skill as well. He was able to round a corner, close the distance and punch Neo so hard that she went flying down the hallway, all faster than she could react. And Neo’s whole thing is that she can literally dance around just about anyone like they’re moving in slow motion. Oscar was able to outpace her a few times during their fight and that’s immediately after he’d already taken some bad hits. She’d have done even worse if he’d been starting fresh. Not bad for a farm hand.

Wiz- Oscar’s impressive performance is probably helped by his Aura.

Boomstick- You mean that rip off of the force from Pokemon? Wait do Pokemon live on Remnant? Are the Grimm actually Pokemon and they’re what happens when humanity doesn’t learn how to make Pokeballs? Does this mean animal slavery is actually perfectly justified?

Wiz- No. On all acccounts.

Boomstick (disappointed)- Aaaaah.

Aura

- Grants shielding

- Empowers strikes

- Environmental Protection

- Heightened Awareness

- Enhances Healing

Wiz- Aura is the soul made manifest, the user’s essence rendered into tangible form.

Boomstick- Is that supposed to be arousing or the complete opposite?

Wiz- Aura grants anyone who possesses it a great many benefits, primarily in terms of defense. Anyone with an active Aura automatically receives a shield that protects them from harm and damage. Oscar was able to take hits from flaming boulders and barely showed any hint that he even felt the attack.

Boomstick- Wait, wait, wait. You mean that if someone gets this Aura stuff they automatically become invulnerable to being hurt? Wiz I’m calling in three of the favors you owe me to give me some of that stuff.

Wiz- Aura doesn’t just prevent users from coming to harm though. It can also enhance striking power, be channeled through weaponry to increase it’s power, protect the user from harsh environmental factors like extreme cold, give someone heightened awareness of their surrounding to the point they can detect approaching enemies and even boost one’s healing.

Boomstick- Alright Wiz I’ll make it seven favors and I’ll use Jocelyn’s credit card the next time I get drunk and come up with an awesome idea. Man thousands of years of of combat experience and a personal force field that increases strength and healing? This kid must kick all sorts of-

*Montage of Oscar getting attacked by Ruby, Qrow, Jaune, the Hound and ends with him being shot by Ironwood*

Boomstick- *now depressed* Oh right. Aura kind of sucks.

Wiz- While Aura is formidable it does have it’s limits. Every blow it takes will cause one’s Aura to wear down and deplete. The stronger the hit the more damage Aura will take from it. And even those gifted with extraordinary amounts can’t maintain it indefinitely.

Boomstick- Yep. Take it from me folks it doesn’t matter how big the bottle is. If you keep drinking from it, sooner or later you’re going to run out.

Wiz- And once it’s completely depleted Aura will break, leaving the user vulnerable.

Boomstick- How the heck does that work? I mean it’s your soul. You always have it. So shouldn’t this Aura stuff always be going? And if it breaks shouldn’t you I don’t know die or something?

Wiz- To be exact Aura isn’t actually the user’s soul, but rather a type of energy harnessed from it. So it’s depletion and breaking isn’t actually fatal to the user. It also isn’t something that runs automatically. Aura has to be consciously activated and dismissed by the user. So it is possible for someone to be caught off guard because they don’t their Aura running.

Boomstick- Figures. You find a super cool energy that can give everyone super powers and it turns out to suck eggs.

Wiz- Well just because your Aura runs out doesn’t mean it’s the end of fight. It does recover over time and trained users can speed up how fast it rebuilds with just a bit of focus and willpower. Oscar’s teammate Jaune has shown the ability to restore his Aura after focusing for a brief moment. And given Ozpin’s countless lifetimes of experience it stands to reason that Oscar has the ability to do this as well.

Boomstick- And even if Oscar’s Aura does wind up failing him he still has a few tricks up his sleeve. Magic ones. Remember Ozma wasn’t just a highly skilled warrior he was also gifted mage. So his whole conga line of souls also gets cool magic powers.

Magic

Controls the elements (fire, ice, wind , lightning, etc.)

Energy blasts

Creates shields

Telekinetic movement

Wiz- Quite right Boomstick among all the denizens of Remnant, Oscar is one of the rare few gifted with magic in the current age. While the exact abilities Oscar can use are nebulous we can infer some details going by what other magic users have done. He can unleash streams of pure power as an attack.

Boomstick- And these emerald streamers pack a punch. Salem was able to shrug off Hazel literally splattering her all over the ground and returned the beating without missing a beat.

Wiz- While Salem can regenerate from any damage done to her she still feels pain and can be hurt, even if the damage is undone.

Boomstick- Oscar brought her to her knees with one blast of his magic, which also left her in visible pain. So it’s safe to say he hit her way harder than Hazel was able to. And that guy dropped a friggin meteor on top of her. *Shows clip of Hazel doing just that*

Wiz- We have also seen magic be shaped into different forms so presumably Oscar can do this as well. His past lives have been seen creating fields of magic that can move others in a telekinetic fashion and there’s no reason to believe Oscar can’t still do so in present day, albeit not quite on the scale Ozma was once able to.

Boomstick- Yeah one of the lives of Doctor Who did something kind of dumb. A bunch of sisters came by his house and were all “hope, joy and love” and he decided to give them almost all of his magic because of good vibes or something. I mean why would you give up actual magic powers that made you such a kick ass knight in the first place?

Wiz- (annoyed) Anyways... Oscar lacks the reserves of magic power that Ozma once held and while we don’t have an exact measure we’re going to go with about a rate of 5 to 10 percent remaining. Fortunately for Oscar magic doesn’t deplete the way Aura does so he can use it almost without limit. And the power of the Maidens, that is the sisters he gave his magic to, gives us a view of what Oscar can accomplish. Namely the power of the elements

Elemental Magic

Fire

Ice

Lightning

Wind

Plant life

Boomstick- Most folks on Remnant can do stuff like throw around fireballs or lightning bolts with the use of Dust. But magic lets you do that stuff all on your own and with no limit either.

Wiz- Mind you Oscar’s lesser reserves mean he can’t do anything on the scale of the Maidens but he does still have the capacity to control the elements, just to a lesser degree than most magic users. But the greatest asset magic grants Oscar is his shield.

Boomstick- Don’t let the fact that it looks like a glass bubble fool you, this mystical barrier is actually pretty sturdy. It’s stood up to the full power of the Fall Maiden, allowed Oscar to survive a several miles long fall without any injury whatsoever and is so strong that it let him crash right through the bottom of Atlas and keep on going with no problem.

Wiz- Actually Boomstick that last feat wasn’t a result of Oscar’s magic.

Boomstick- Oh? I guess you’re going to tell me that glorified bike handle of his did it.

Wiz- It did as a matter of fact.

Boomstick- Wait what? How is that possible? It’s a cane for crying out loud. It’s something old people use for getting around and whupping the young, not the tool of a seasoned warrior and mage.

Wiz- Oscar’s cane, much like it’s holder, far more than it appears and has quite a few surprises.

Boomstick- Oh this should be good.

The Long Memory

Oscar’s personal weapon

Once wielded by Ozpin

Incredibly durable

Focus for magic

Stores kinetic energy

Wiz- Oscar’s weapon, known as the Long Memory, is a collapsible cane that he carries at almost all times. The cane itself is highly durable, able to take hits from a Dust empowered Hazel without any sign of strain or damage. Hazel boasted immense physical strength on his lonesome and the benefit of Dust significantly increased his damage output.

Boomstick- Okay so it’s a pretty strong cane. But it’s still just a cane.

Wiz- The Long Memory is also a channel and focus for Oscar’s magic, enabling him to use it on a higher scale than he would be able to on his own merits.

Boomstick- Oh like a magic wand.

Wiz- More like a scepter.

Boomstick- Like a magic staff?

Wiz- Scepter.

Boomstick- I get you, it’s like a magic rod.

Wiz- Boomstick I swear if I have to get the shock collar again...

Boomstick- Geez calm down Wiz I’m just funning ya. So this walking stick is pretty much a *Wiz glares at Boomstick* “magic scepter” that lets pine tree use magic better than he can by himself. That’s kind of cool actually but why make it something that looks like an emergency brake?

Wiz- The Long Memory has one more special trick, completely separate from Aura and magic. It can store and carry kinetic energy.

Boomstick- I’m sorry what kind of energy?

Wiz- *exasperated* Stuff that make bullets go shoot.

Boomstick- I know what it is Wiz. No need to get snippy. Man you are so juvenile. Anyways why is that so special?

Wiz- *trying to be professional* With each passing moment and every blow struck The Long Memory accumulates kinetic energy and having been crafted centuries ago it has quite a reservoir of power to access. Oscar can access this stored up energy whenever he wishes, unleashing bolts and waves sheer power. This allowed him to blast a hole through the bottom of Atlas when he was sent plummeting to his doom in the Vault of the Winter Maiden.

Boomstick- Huh. Not a bad parlor trick I’ll admit but how much damage can he really do with that thin-

*Scene of Oscar destroying Monstra plays*

Boomstick stares in open mouthed shock while Wiz looks on with a smug grin.

Wiz- You were saying?

Boomstick- HOLY MOTHERF*BLEEP*ING S*BLEEP*T! Did that kid just fire off a magic nuke?

Wiz-To be fair Oscar can’t throw around attacks like that too often. This particular instance used up the majority of stored up power that the Long Memory had available. And that power was gathered across several lifetimes if not centuries. He definitely wouldn’t be able to use an attack on this level repeatedly. He would be able to recover some of the kinetic energy however because the Long Memory gathers and stores it away automatically. Smaller expenditures may not necessarily be reclaimed but the cane would definitely avoid running completely out of power with this aspect of it’s abilities. Anything you’d like to add Boomstick?

Boomstick- *still in shock* I-, Yeah not really, my mind is going to be stuck on that nuke thing for a while.

Wiz- *shrugging it off* Okay then. Come back in a few days where we’ll cover Oscar’s opponent, Izuku Midoriya.

#Death Battle #RWBY #Probably a bit wordy #But I feel I've captured the spirit of the show well #Plus they have to be concise to release weekly #I get the benefit of going over a bit with dialogue

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kimtanathegeek · 4 years ago

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Two Brothers, Many Paths - Ch 18

Poor Sans... :( I wish I could just hug him... :(

Thanks for reading! :)

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Undertale copyright Toby Fox

Story and original characters by me, Kimtana

Please do not use without both permission and credit.

Read below, or read it on AO3 here.

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Sans sat on the edge of the bed staring at the wall across the room, his mind and anxiety racing. Should they leave immediately? If they do, where would they go? If the monsters were coming out of the cavern, they could go anywhere. Should they stay hidden in the shelter? Did he camouflage it well enough? They were growing a forest, what if they tried to clear the boulders from the valley to grow more trees? Even if their shelter was never discovered, what if they were while foraging for food?

He ran his trembling hands over his skull, completely overwhelmed. A deep sigh escaped his lungs, tinged with a panicked whine. He was at a complete loss as to what to do.

Papyrus sat on the end of the bed, giving Sans some space. He knew something was wrong when his brother looked scared after seeing the trees, then wanted to return to the shelter at once. Papyrus asked him a few times if he was ok, but Sans didn’t seem to hear him. A chill of fear went up the little skeleton’s spine, realizing something terrible must be happening to make his brother like this.

Papyrus nearly jumped out of his clothes when Sans suddenly gave an angry, frustrated groan that turned into a cry as his hands slammed down onto the bed by his sides. The little skeleton curled his knees up against his chest and hugged them, his body trembling fearfully. The last time he saw Sans this angry, it was because Sans couldn’t find their father in the cavern. The day he went to look for him by himself in the valley so his brother wouldn’t be so upset. The day he got lost in the snowstorm and—

Papyrus jumped in surprise when he noticed that Sans was looking at him. His anger was gone, and his face was now sad. Sans lifted his hand and beckoned his brother to come closer. The little skeleton uncurled himself and crawled slowly over to his brother, who had shifted himself to sit in the bed cross-legged. Papyrus climbed into his brother’s outstretched arms and lap, hugging him tightly. Sans wrapped his arms around his brother and felt him trembling.

“Sorry, Pap,” Sans whispered gently. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He pulled out of the hug to face his brother, the little skeleton sliding back to sit in front of Sans. Papyrus’ eyes were brimming with tears. Sans rubbed the top of his brother’s skull gently, frowning as he sighed. As much as he wanted to keep his fears to himself to protect his little brother, he had to be honest with Papyrus. That was the mistake he’d made a hundred times before, and he had resolved to not suffer in silence anymore.

“It’s just...,” Sans began, unsure how to put his thoughts into words that wouldn’t scare Papyrus more. “The trees out there, they scared me. They are magic, and monsters make magic. So, monsters must have made the trees, and it scared me to see them....”

“Why?” Papyrus asked softly, his eyebrows contorted in confusion.

“Because...,” Sans answered, straining to keep the anxiety out of his voice. “We’ve been out here for a while, just you and me, right?”

“Mmhmm,” he nodded.

“But those trees mean we aren’t alone out here anymore.”

Papyrus tilted his head. “Why?”

Sans blinked. “B-because someone had to make the trees....”

“Yahbut, den dey go home,” Papyrus said.

Now it was Sans’ turn to tilt his head. “What?”

Papyrus turned his palms upward in his lap as he answered. “Mosters come out, make twees, den dey go home. S’too cold outside, dey not skeleytons like Sas an Pa. Dey make twees, go ‘Brr! Brr!’, den dey go home an get all warmed up! Dey not outside anymore, dey home. Dat why we don see mosters outside wif alla twees.”

Sans blinked. His brother’s logic was incredibly genius.

Of course they wouldn’t stick around out here. Few monsters could stand the cold like they could, so why would any of them stick around? And there weren’t any traces of others out there—no strange footprints near their shelter, no sounds, and no signs of movement. Maybe they just made the trees to cover the stone doorway from view in case any humans were still looking for them. Or maybe they made the forest to harvest the wood, which meant they’d be back out to collect it.

“But what if they go out to get the trees? What if they’re exploring to forage like we’re doing? What if they’re trying to find a way out of the mountain? What if they spot us?” Sans’ questions came out rapidly as his anxiety rose.

Papyrus thought for a moment before answering. “Dey not hurt us. Dey not yoomans.”

Sans’ voice trembled as he reached the main issue of his fears. “No, they won’t hurt us. But, Pap, they will separate us, remember?! I will lose you! We’ll be split up, and I’ll lose you....”

Sans felt hot tears he didn’t mean to shed fall down his eyes into his lap.

Papyrus put his little hands on his brother’s and looked up into his eyes. “Den we leave an come back here.”

“H-how?!” Sans’ sobbed, his anxiety making his voice crack up high. Why wasn’t his brother taking this more seriously?

“If mosters make twees, door mus open,” Papyrus answered matter-of-factly. “If mosters take us, we go out door an leave. Come back home here.”

“Pap,” Sans whined in frustration, burying his eyes in his sleeves to dry his tears. “It’s not that easy! We can’t just walk out the front door! There will be guards there, they aren’t going to let two little kids wander out of the cavern. And that door is the only exit—the tunnel’s closed off, remember? So how are we gonna get home?! We can’t just snap our fingers and—”

Sans froze. He stared ahead in realization, his eyes growing wide.

There was another way.

“Actually...,” he said slowly, returning his eyes back to Papyrus’. “You know how you found out that you could do healing magic by accident when you were trying to save me?”

Papyrus answered with a nod.

“Well, I found out that I could do a new kind of magic, too.”

Papyrus’ eyebrows raised in awe. “Gween?”

Sans shook his head. “No, not green. And what’s interesting is that I first did it when I was trying to save you. I can instantly be somewhere else.”

The confusion on the little skeleton’s face coaxed Sans to elaborate.

“Ok, so, remember that place where we found the mouseshroom nightlights?”

“Yeah?” Papyrus answered, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, I could go there right now. And then come right back here.”

Papyrus’ eyes widened and he gasped in awe. “Wowie!”

“Yeah!” Sans grinned, his fears slipping away. “And I already know that I can take you with me, so if we get caught, I just need to find you, hang on to you, and take us right back here!”

Papyrus raised his arms up above his head in triumph. “Yeah!”

Sans smiled down at his brother, feeling much better having a solid exit plan. He was so glad he talked this out with his brother, even though he was so young.

“And,” Sans continued, following the trail of optimism. “We may not even need to worry about that. You’re right, why would they be out here in the cold with us, when they have their nice, warm cavern to live in? And even if they do come out, we can be careful about walking around, look for any of their footprints, and keep an eye out for them. We know they’re in there, but they don’t know we are out here. And if they try to chase us, I’ll bring us somewhere safe in an instant.”

Papyrus nodded emphatically. “Yup!”

Sans leaned over and hugged his brother. “Thank you so much, Pap. You made me feel so much better. I’m not as scared and worried anymore.”

His brother hugged back tightly. “Welcome, Sas. Pa potec Sas. No scayerd, no wowwied no more.”

Sans nuzzled in to the side of Papyrus’ head, grateful to have such a smart, positive, and wonderful brother.

Over the next several days, the brothers didn’t leave the shelter, unless it was to retrieve snow. Sans wanted to get steadier on his feet before they attempted going outside again in case they were seen and they needed to run. So he spent the days exercising and strengthening his weakened limbs.

He started off by walking circles around the main room, first with Papyrus holding him to support him, then, when he was stronger, on his own. Aside from walking, he took time to strengthen his limbs with squats, lunges, pushups, and dips—exercises he had learned by watching their mother do her morning routine to keep in Royal Guard shape. As he did his workouts several times a day, Papyrus would copy his movements, and Sans couldn’t help but smile.

But Papyrus’ favorite exercise was Sans’ weight training—because he was the weight. Sans would lay on his back, and Papyrus would stand in front of his knees. Sans would then curl up and grab Papyrus’ outstretched hands and rock onto his back, bringing his brother up over him, suspended on his knees and hands. The little skeleton couldn’t help but giggle as he was held up in the air looking down at his brother. Sans would then lower his legs and arms, bringing Papyrus close to him, then pushed back up, raising the squealing skeleton. Sans would start counting as he grunted, then Papyrus would take up the counts each time he rose into the air, giggling with each number.

Sans felt so much better after his workouts, he decided that, even after he had strengthened his limbs back to normal, he would continue doing workouts with his brother to keep their bones strong. A morning routine, just like their mother’s.

About a week after they spotted the forest, Sans felt strong enough to attempt a trip outside to explore the forest near the cavern. He especially wanted to check for any footprints that strayed from the line of trees towards other parts of the valley—especially any that ventured in the direction of their shelter.

He emptied out the haversack onto the floor, put away any items that would be damaged by sitting in the snow, and shouldered it while Papyrus put on his shoes. Sans debated on whether or not he should go without the haversack, in case they needed to make a run for it, but in the end decided to bring it in case they came upon something useful to forage.

They exited the shelter and covered up the entrance, then Sans peered around, eyes straining for any signs of movement. When there was none, he led Papyrus away from the shelter in the opposite direction of the cavern. He wanted to make a wide circle around so that if they were spotted, they looked as if they had come from the darkened area at the edge of the valley, and not from where their shelter was located. They hid behind every boulder and stone formation they came across, making sure the coast was clear before moving swiftly to the next.

Slowly, Sans started headed towards the cavern. They crept cautiously towards the edge of the line of white pines, and as they approached, Sans realized that the forest was split down the middle by the torch-lit path. On either side, the forest was roughly thirty to forty trees thick, densely packed.

Not wanting to get caught walking down the path, Sans led Papyrus to the edge of the forest on the opposite side of the trail that their shelter was on, taking every precaution to keep their home location hidden. They slipped into the trees, careful to weave between the tall trunks. They didn’t need to worry about disrupting any branches—the trees had been created to branch out much higher up the trunk than normal pines. This confirmed for Sans that they needed these trees for their wood, not for cover.

They crept cautiously, peeking behind every tree as they neared the cavern’s door. Sans kept glancing at the torch-lit trail, noticing that there were no tracks in the snow that had accumulated on the path. This brought him much relief—perhaps creating these trees was the only reason they had ventured out of the cavern after all.

Sans was peeking around a tree when he felt his brother tug the hand he was holding. A chill of fear ran up Sans’ spine as he whipped around to his brother in panic. Papyrus pointed over at the forest floor wordlessly, and Sans breathed a huge—yet silent—sigh of relief.

On the ground were a couple pine cones. Sans rubbed the top of Papyrus’ head to let him know that he had made a great find—pine cones meant pine nuts. However, Sans was at a loss as to where to stow them—pine cones also meant sticky pine sap. He couldn’t risk putting them in either of their bags, since the sap would be impossible to get out of the fabric, so he racked his brain for an idea.

After much thought, he created several small loose white bones and tied them with twine, fashioning a small crate. They quickly gathered the pine cones, carefully placing them in the crate, straining not to make a sound. They continued their way through the thin forest, collecting cones along the way and checking for any signs of life.

Eventually they neared the cavern door, its purple door and violet frame slowly coming into view through the thick mass of trees. Sans slowed their already cautious pace to an inching creep as they proceeded further.

At last they were upon the cavern entrance, and Sans was extremely relieved to see that not only were there no tracks leading from the doors, but there was a large amount of snow blown up against the cavern entrance. This told Sans that, aside from making the forest, the door hadn’t been opened in a long while, perhaps only the once during Sans’ recovery.

Sans led Papyrus up to the cavern, and they walked across to the other side of the trail, hugging the cavern wall and doors. As terrifying as it was to walk past doors that could swing open at any moment, Sans knew that if they walked against the wall and doors, the doors would obliterate their footprints when they opened again.

Once they had entered the forest on their shelter’s side of the path, they continued through the forest, collecting cones as they went, their pace much faster. Sans kept a constant eye over his shoulder for any movement, but the lack of footprints and high snow mound against the door helped ease his fear of any monsters being in the vicinity.

As soon as they reached the end of the forest, they hurried over to hide behind a boulder, then made their way back to the shelter in a large circle around it, running from boulder to boulder as they progressed.

After a long while, they reached their shelter. Sans felt so much better after exploring the forest and seeing the entrance with his own eyes. Papyrus closed up the entrance as Sans pushed the crate of pine cones through.

They had collected quite a lot, and even though Sans knew this kind of pine cone didn’t produce as big or as many pine nuts as other pine trees, they would still be a great addition to their diminishing food stocks.

He took the crate into the fire room, created a few long loose white bones, and lined the bones on the left edge of the fire basin. He placed the pine cones on the new platform of bones so that they could dry out in the heat of the fire. Then he took a handful of snow and held it over the basin to melt so that he could wash away the sticky sap from his hands. He made the crate’s bones disappear and coiled up the twine, returning it to the haversack pocket.

Papyrus was sitting on the bed, his scarf, shoes, and bag still on, waiting for his brother.

“Ok,” Sans said as he shouldered the haversack again. “We’re going to need to get more mushrooms, and maybe check out more of that area. I’m going to take us there with my new magic so that we get there real quick, ok?”

Papyrus nodded, jumping off the bed. “Yup!”

“Alright,” Sans said, taking hold of Papyrus’ hand and grinning. “Let’s go.”

Sans shut his eyes and—

—the crash, the sound of his skull crushing, blinding pain, darkness, excruciation, fear, utter agony, the cave floor, shattered bones, his crumpled body, his fading soul.

He flinched violently, screaming out. “No! No!”

Sans let go of Papyrus to grab his skull as he shouted, his eyes shut tight, tears springing from them, his face contorted in pain. Every few seconds, his head jerked to the side as if being struck.

Papyrus stood there, looking up at his brother in fear. What was happening to him?

Sans collapsed to his knees, still screaming and flinching, then fell upon his side, curling up as he kept clutching his skull tightly.

Papyrus was at his side in an instant, desperate to help, but had no idea what to do. He put his hands on his brother’s arm, trying to comfort him.

“Sas...?”

Sans didn’t respond, but instead curled up tighter into himself, crying out as his head jerked to the side every few moments.

“No! No!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Papyrus started to cry as he struggled to calm his brother down. Something was scaring him, hurting him, or both.

“Sas, Sas!” he sobbed, putting his hands over those of his brother’s clutching his skull. “Sas, wass wron?! Sas!”

Suddenly, Sans’ body relaxed, and he was no longer screaming out. He let go of his head, his arms falling down limp as his body heaved, gasping for breath. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked, sweat pouring down his temples.

Papyrus knelt down in front of him, putting his hands back on his brother’s skull and his face close to his own.

“Sas...,” the little skeleton called, tearfully.

It took a moment for Sans to focus his vision, then he looked at Papyrus with his own tear-filled eyes.

“P-Papyrus...?” he whispered, still out of breath, staring at him as if he hadn’t seen him in years.

“Sas, wass wron?” Papyrus sobbed. “Wass wron, Sas?”

“Wh-where am I?” Sans gasped, eyes darting around the room.

“Sas, we home,” the little skeleton answered, concern pouring out with his tears. Why was he asking where he was? Didn’t he know?

Sans looked around, struggling to catch his breath, then pressed the bottoms of his palms into his eyes. He was so confused and terrified. He struggled to regain his focus.

Then he remembered. He wasn’t in the cave, he was at the shelter. His body wasn’t broken, it had healed. He wasn’t dying alone, he was safe with Papyrus.

Papyrus!

He moved his hands from his eyes and looked up. When he saw Papyrus in front of him, he lifted himself up to his knees and threw his arms around his precious brother, hugging him so tight against him, Papyrus felt his bones pop. Sans sobbed into his brother’s shoulder, his body trembling, afraid to let go of Papyrus as if he would disappear.

Papyrus stood, stunned by the sudden, crushing embrace. He couldn’t move his arms, so he gently nuzzled his head against his brother’s, still immensely worried about what had happened to him.

Soon, Sans calmed down, returning to the present. He let go of Papyrus and sat back on his legs, burying his face in his hands.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he stammered. “I don’t know...I don’t know what happened to me....”

Papyrus stood in front of him, helplessly, drying his own tears on his sleeves.

Sans lowered his hands from his face to look at his brother. “Th-that magic.... When I found out I could do it, I tested it.... Where I was able to go.... A-and th-then...I...I tried...to go home...our real home.... And—”

—the crash, his skull crushing, his bones breaking, the agony.

Sans’ head jerked violently to the side again, his eyes shut tight as he screamed once more.

“No!”

He turned his head forward again, gasping for breath. He was trembling again, a chill running through his body. His eyes opened wide, darting around the room.

Papyrus was wringing his hands, his lower lip quivering. He didn’t know if touching Sans made his pain or fear worse, so he remained frozen on the spot.

Sans shifted, moving his legs out from under him to sit on the floor as he strove to calm down. He unshouldered the haversack and pushed it away in an effort to unburden himself as much as he could.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated, still panting for air. “Something’s wrong with me....”

Papyrus crept over silently and sat next to his brother, putting a trembling hand on Sans’ knee. Sans looked down at him and covered his hand with his own.

A terrifying realization sank into his soul. He shuddered, then leaned forward, putting his other hand on the floor to hold him up.

“The magic we need...if we get caught...taken to the cavern...separated.... I...I can’t do it anymore.... I can’t do the magic anymore....”

#undertale #undertale fanfic #undertale fanfiction #sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #skelebros #babybones #TBMP #TwoBrothersManyPaths #Two Brothers Many Paths

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whatwashernameagain · 6 years ago

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My fangirling about female representation, ethnic diversity and relationship models in Steven Universe

The knowledge that children will watch this show and learn that it is okay to be gay, autistic, polyamorous or a proud big, butch, non-binary or black girl is marvelous to me. I’m sure this has been done before, but I want to share my love for this progress in storytelling with my fellow famders (because I have to tell someone.right.now.)

Steven Universe, (created by the non-binary angel Rebecca Sugar) in short, features the (actually genderless) aliens called ‘the crystal gems’, who are almost exclusively considered female and raise a boy that represents the opposite of toxic masculinity.

Steven:

He embodies healing, nurturing, protection, acceptance and friendship - all usually female traits, and relentlessly tries to befriend villains and mosters alike. Wonderfully, he is allowed to make silly mistakes and learns that he is still loved.

Pearl:

She is the epitome of a caring and nurturing female that sacrifice themselves for their charges, portrayed with grace and beauty. At the same time, the struggle of this sacrifice and threatened loss of self are shown. Pearl comes from a background where she is taught servility and prettiness (as women have been for centuries), yet she has learned to re-invent herself and became a master-swordfighter. She’s also a lesbian in canon.

Amethyst:

She’s a bombshell. A loud, small, roundish troublemaker with issues and a dirty, immature humor. She suffers from anxiety over expectations of physical standards she cannot live up to, since amethysts are expected to be a certain way she cannot achieve. An example for the damage of impossible beauty standards.

Ruby and Sapphire:

An example for a relationship that grew over time with work and effort and is based on mutual respect and love of the things that make their partner different. Additionally, while they are not only a mixed-race lesbian couple, they come from different classes of society. Their union represents the way a healthy relationship can create something greater than the sum of its parts.

Garnet:

A kick-ass, huge woman of color who loves herself and loved being herself. A counterpoint to the lesson we have been taught for too long: to be humble and unobtrusive. My favorite character of the show. She’s the result of the fusion of Ruby and Sapphire and combines all of their awesome lesbian love vibes. No one would ever dare to make this black goddess feel like she’s anything less than amazing, as no black girl should.

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Connie:

Steven’s best friend. Their friendship is the purest thing, based on communication and mutual consideration. She’s the nerd. Smart, bookish, hard-working - and a fierce fighter who does not let anyone stand before her, despite the fact that she has no powers. As she was intruduced, she was just another girl in a dress. Her arc shows what girls can accomplish when they demand entrance to circles usually closed to them.

Stevonnie:

One of the most liberal and creative uses of gender I’ve seen. They are the fusion of Steven and Connie. At no point in the show is there any conflict about the fact that a boy and a girl have fused to create something new - with a femaleish form. This non-binary person is considered something especially wonderful, perphaps because they embody characteristics of both. they are even refered to as them in the show by Pearl. (notice how Connie dips Steven? Awesome)

Smoky Quartz:

The fusion of Amethyst and Steven. A chubby, black person with self-esteem issues handled with a lot of good-natured humour. Wonderfully, their weight is never the issue for even a moment, because they are awesome and we need more big angels being cute and beautiful! They’ve also been referred to with they/them pronouns.

Peridot:

This tiny nerd has overcome a lot of prejudice and has had to learn to co-exist peacefully with her new friends. Due to what I would interpret as autistic tendencies, she has trouble reading emotion and reacting accordinly. Technology is easier for her to handle, which is therefor used by Steven to bridge the distance between them. She now lives in a cute and domestic lesbian platonic partnership with Lapis where they grow crops and create art with their ‘dog’ pumpkin.

Lapis:

She is the victim of abuse in different ways. After being locked away for a long time, she closes herself off or lashes out and requires patience and understanding to heal, thus representing the violence women often suffer from. Unfortunately, she soon gets entangled with Jasper, ending up in another abusive relationship as victims of violence often do.

Jasper:

The abuser. Female violence is a topic not often portrayed, yet one that definitely exists. She represses and uses Lapis (who binds her as well) and yet becomes a victim of their relationship herself, since toxic relationships hurt both parties. The damage done to her by her obsession with Lapis, and by extension her desperate need to be in a partnership, is represented by a corruption that eats her up.

Bismuth:

Isn’t she wonderful? Flat-chested, rainbow-haired, broad-shouldered alpha bitch with a loud and brash humor that you cannot help but love. This lady is a perfect example for the way women are allowed to be butch in this show and still be unquestionably beautiful. With her occupation as a blacksmith and her violent anger when hurt, she pushes relentlessly into traditionally male characteristics in storytelling.

Fluorite:

“How many gems are you now?”

Fluorite: “Six. Or more, if we find the right gem.”

This gentle rainbow giant is another example of the way fusion represents relationships - a polyamprous one in this case. As in our society, they are cast out and misunderstood for being different, but kids will simply see it as normal and that is awesome!

Rose:

The mother. Though she has been a bad-ass war criminal before, feared and hunted and a brave and inspiring leader, she has sacrificed everything once she became a mother. Portrayed as a traditionally nurturing female form with round, fertile lines and pale rose colors, she represents the mothering aspect of femininity. The fact that she is twice the size as her partner Greg and can easily pick him up once again shows that being feminine doesn’t make her weak. She shows the self-negating and sacrificing tendency many women display for their family in a very drastic way, since she literally disappears as Steven is born and becomes a part of him.

This is where I’ll stop this already too long post, even though I could say lots more about the insecurity Lars experiences because of toxic expectations of masculinity, the modesty of Sadie that makes her allow others to walk all over her, or the appreciating way the show deals with Greg, who is arguably a bad provider but still a loving father. I just adore the caring and supportive tone of this show so much and I hope everyone will give it a chance.

Love you all

#Steven Universe #Gender representation #Female representation #Autism representation #lesbian relationships #polyamorie #garnet #pearl #amethyst #toxic relationships

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aliceoutofspace · 8 years ago

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The Real MSK / Manhattan Subway Kings New York Q. and A. with DIA ONE M.S.K. and KISTER M.S.K. PRES

#1 When did you Guys start writing?

DIA: I started writing in 1982 . While I was running with my high school track team on Broadway and 225th st in the Bronx I saw my first burner. The train read ZEPHYR and RE- VOLT. In that moment my life took a turn.

KISTER: I fell in love with graffiti in 1986 when I saw the „back to school“ train with SAK, 2NEW, MAGNuM and FuRN. All I saw school yards in my hood were pieces of DIA, SAK, RuN (who no longer is with us), MOSTER, KM, Deetwo, CHI, MADE, PAST, JuNOne, PENN and many others. That was my introduction into the graffiti world. I began taking graffifi more serious in 1987.

#2 How got the name DIA?

DIA: A childhood friend gave me the name, his name is „OOPS“. One day we where hanging out in the locker rooms at JFK. I asked him to give me a graffiti name, he said you should write „DIA“. I was conflicted as to the name. But it was a great name, the rest was „HISTORY“.

#3 What is the meaning of „M.S.K“? What year the crew was created?

DIA / KISTER: M.S.K stands for Manhattan Subway Kings. The crew was created in 1982. Well to say the least, it was a group of smart kids with no sense of direction, but a love for adventure. Rebels against society. Poverty in NYC was very real. We had to be very creative with everything and steal everything else.

#4 Who are the members?

DIA / KISTER: DIA, 2NEW, MAGNuM, CHI, FuRN, PASC, SAK, PEEONE, RuN, RAM, WASE, KIP, RISK, MOST, RESP, FRANK, KC, KRON, RM, KM, D2, KCONE, MADE, BOM5, SHORTY, RISK, SHOCK, PINKY207, NARE, SWADE, KISTER, CHINO, RIE.ARISE, CRISIS, BESTER, JAYLO, LETS, CEN, CABLE, FIVE, MOOR, ALIVEN, FISK, DREB, CONE, VEDO, JESTER, NEST, ZINC, MEAN, RAYROC, CISE, BINHO (Brazil), CEL, OOPS, DAE, BEBAR, (Paris), SLY (Paris) MAHA (Australia), TORE, IATuS (ITALY), KAOS, ZENID (Germany)

#5 What trains, lines did Y‘all bomb?

DIA: We were prolific on the 1 line trains, and A‘s, C‘s trains because of our strong hold on the Ghost Yard on 175th St. and 207 St. KISTER: Layups. IRT-IND where the two different parts of the system. We had a role on those two. MSK never slept.

#6 What was a great story, that you like to share with the world?

DIA (laughs): Well I have so many stories but the one that comes to mind is, when we went to the Paulding Avenue & Esplanade St. in the Morris Park section of the Bronx the 5 train line, it was „CAP ONE-MPC“ back yard.

We almost cought CAP ONE but he ran for his life. We bom- bed the yard that day. As we where leaving the yard un- dercover cops rolled up on us. I remember telling 2NEW: „HEY!!!!! Those are Cops!!!“ - He said „no, fuck you, fuck that shit,!!!“ I said „yes they are, RuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuN!!!„

He did not, he kept tagging on the walls. The cops grab him from the back as he was still taking a tag. (laughs) He did what he did best, he picked up one of the cops like a puppet, body slamming him on the floor and kicked his ass, picked up other cop body slammed him too. 2NEW ne- ver knew who he was beating up until the cops pulled out there badges from inside their hoodie sweaters. A bunch of cops jumped on him, beating him with billy clubs and arresting him. We all ran as fast as we could... but that was some funny shit... (laughs)

#7 What crews did you guys have beef with?

DIA / KISTER: We have issues with many crews ....RTW, IBM, FC, TNB, 156, MPC, TDS, TKA, PLS.TATS, TYB just to name a few.

#8 DIA, how long did you go bombing and why did you stop?

DIA: We were active from 1982-1988 then the game changed... the M.T.A won the war on graffiti on trains. The end of an era. After that I lost the passion. Without the trains I felt empty. It was like the loss of a brother or a close friend.

#9 KISTER, how did you get connected with DIA and the rest of the MSK?

KISTER: I was looking for DIA for years after he stopped writing, and finally caught up with him via social media.

#10 KISTER and DIA, when did you met again for the first time and how did that influence your life?

KISTER: I met DIA in 2009. We had a real good dialog on social media about the past and present ,future of MSK... DIA Was real influential to me, because he was part of a Renaissance culture that transformed music , art, fashion, poetry that allowed urban city kids to express themselves. As a kid, all I saw was trains, school yards, vans and walls in my neighborhood bombed with his name. One thing about his style I admired was that (in my opinion) he was ahead of its time. If you look at the pictures of the work he was doing , I think you would agree.

DIA: I was impressed with his understanding and respect of what I had done. Back then no one had the vision he has today. He made MSK global. And we have a true friendship. Under the same street law... „STAY TRUE“.

After 30 years of not painting, he got me back in the game...Goes to show you the power of a true movement... That‘s how much respect I have for him .. I made him PRESIDENT of MSK. The rest is yesterdays history. And today we are reveling our poetry. He is our curator...

#11 How do you feel, catching up with your past and the Graffiti movement aging?

DIA: Well it‘s funny. I really have no comment on that. Because. Like anything that has a history in your life. Like art. Its subjective. Let history rewrite it. Its much funnier to see it..

#12 At what point is Graffiti in NY in general at the moment? Is it still a big subculture or is it more NY being the origin of the whole movement that keeps the spirit alive?

DIA: I see it as a big sell out... KISTER: Graffiti is alive and kicking. Even though obstacles have been placed,some laws have changed and their are cameras everywhere in new York, we won‘t stop. We have gone too far. Graffiti is a global movement, like music. This will always be a street thing. Even if some writers sold out the culture. As far as I‘m concerned I respect outlaw writers. Fuck all that prima donna shit...keep it street!! that‘s the spirit... (laughs)

#13 Whats the future for M.S.K?

DIA / KISTER: We are both looking for someone that‘s going to MARS, so we can be the first writers in outter space and take it to the next level (laughs). MARS, SATELLITES, KINGS.

The Interview was conducted by ZENID from Berlin, Germany in May 2015.

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