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The Outside Looking In

Chapter 1: Observation

An ongoing self-indulgent OC fic with Nightmare’s Gang

-Summary-

Snake is a universe jumper from an entirely different multiverse unrelated to Undertale, who finds themselves curious at the constant battle between Nightmare’s Gang and the Star Sanses.

But what happens when Nightmare offers them a chance to join him? Well chaos of course! Follow Snake as they attempt to navigate this found family of skeletons as they simultaneously help them all through their own individual problems, and maybe the gang will help Snake through their own issues as well.

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The air was crackling with magic.

Watching from the top of a nearby building, using illusion magic to keep themselves hidden, was a tall cat-like figure. Their single cobalt eye in a silt while they observed the scene before them.

Multiple skeletons were fighting in the middle of this universe’s Snowdin. Two groups of opposing ideals that mercilessly traded blows with the other.

It was… fascinating to watch truly, while this universe’s residents were rightfully afraid of the powerful magic the skeletons had, I couldn’t help but watch. I rarely met monsters as powerful as the variations of the one skeleton I encountered all that time ago.

I first came to a variation of the original Undertale dimension out of boredom. No threats to any multiverses I normally dealt with had appeared so I wanted to take a small break, and boy am I glad I did.

When I first appeared I was curious, these universes’ rules differed so much from my own to the point souls could be used as an actual weapon, and it was fascinating the first time I saw it happen. I had gotten into a fight with Flowey when I first arrived and was able to see how my soul translates into these rules.

Flowey was easy to deal with and shockingly create a weird type of bond with, and he eventually explained the meaning of the types of human souls.

Patience, Kindness, Bravery, Justice, Integrity, Perseverance, and rarest of them all Determination.

Determination apparently allowed the user to quite literally reset the world. Whether to their last save point if they died, or all the way back to a certain point. However, it could only work if the user had enough and could lose the ability if another, stronger, soul of determination appeared.

I learned pretty quickly that my soul was quite different than most others, most likely because I’m not from this multiverse at all. While the main soul trait was indeed Determination there was also Perseverance and a bit of Patience merged in. I couldn’t reset probably due to a variety of reasons, but I don’t really care about that.

I felt something go by the side of my head, and turned to see one of the skeletons hit the ground a few feet away.

Ah, right, the battle.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen these monsters fight each other, the first time I saw one was a while back when I jumped into a different dimension. A version of Underfell in a pacifist timeline if I remember correctly.

I was minding my own business when a bunch of monsters started running from something, which naturally caught my attention. I mean I am still technically a cat after all, we are notoriously curious.

I remember hiding behind Grillby’s just simply watching, and soon enough I heard some laughing. A short skeleton with hollow eyes with something black streaming down his skull from his eye sockets that vaguely looked like tears. The weirdest thing was the glowing target on his chest which would occasionally twitch on its own, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s most likely his soul. Honestly he kinda looked like the Sans I met back before I started doing some universe jumping to explore this multiverse, but a lot more spiteful. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that smile of his falter now that I think about it. I learned he’s called ‘Killer’ after observing for a bit.

The second skeleton that emerged was shorter than Killer, his name is ‘Dust’ if I recall. He wore his hoodie over his head most of the time along with what I think was once Papyrus’s red scarf. Unlike Killer he was a lot more quiet and calculated. I’ve rarely ever heard him speak, but I get the feeling he’s extremely troubled about something.

The third was quite literally the largest version of Sans I had ever seen, he was definitely taller than me by maybe a foot and could probably easily snap me in half. He had a single red eye that was almost as big as the eye socket it rested within, he also had sharper teeth than the other two. The thing that mainly caught my attention though was the giant hole in the side of his skull, it almost looked like someone had taken a hammer to it. His name was Horror, he apparently came from a timeline that was experiencing a horrible famine, to the point of, well, cannibalism to survive. At the very least he actually seemed the happiest out of the group so he has that going for him.

The last member I saw was definitely the most overdressed person I have seen in a long time, but hey he nails the outfit so who am I to judge? He wore a practically all white jacket, with black underneath, and a type of cloth coming down the back of the jacket. The way he carried himself reminded me of a guard of some kind so he was most likely a royal guardsman in his original AU. Getting a name for him was significantly harder than the other three, but with enough persuasion I managed to get someone to give me a name. Cross was the name he was given, and I knew virtually nothing about his past so he was a mystery to me.

The four worked well together, especially against their current opponents. It was quite interesting to see their fighting styles compared to each other.

Killer was more supratic and reckless in his attacks, but could easily come up with a different form of attack or defense on the spot.

Dust was more calculated and calm, playing more defensively than Killer’s offensive battle style. I noticed that Dust tended to dodge and wait for an opening to strike.

Horror was bigger than his teammates and opponents making him slower, but has more power behind his attacks. He didn’t use magic as much as the other three, instead opting to go for hand-to-hand combat or using his axe; honestly a clean hit from that weapon could probably take someone’s arm off.

Cross definitely fought like a royal guardsman, a mix of offensive and defensive pressure that was almost like watching a dance at times, he’d definitely been training his fighting abilities for a very long time. He also seemed to take fights more seriously than his teammates.

From the intel I gathered the four worked for a being called Nightmare, a protector and deity of negative emotions. I’ve seen him occasionally, most of the time only when he needs to step in to protect his henchmen. Nightmare was a completely black skeleton with a single cyan eye that seemed to pierce through any soul it looked at. He was covered in a black goop that covered his other eye, and had four tentacles growing out of his back made from whatever the goopy substance that encompassed his body was. He fed off of negativity hence why he sent his henchmen to torment AUs from time to time.

“Brother! Stop this!” A voice rang out.

Ah, speaking of Nightmare, that was his brother Dream wasn’t it?

The “Star Sanses” as Dream called them were a group that helped others in different universes for their own reasons.

The group consisted of three skeletons Dream, Ink, and Blue.

Dream was the leader of the group, and wore an equally eye blinding outfit to match his role as the protector of positive emotions. Being the opposite of his brother he fed off of positivity, unfortunately it seemed he developed an outlook of toxic positivity along the way, believing everyone should feel positive emotions despite negative ones being needed sometimes as a part of life. I couldn’t exactly blame the guy though, he meant well and just wanted to help others, but just didn't have the best way of going about it.

Ink was the group’s second member, a protector of the multiverse and a being with no soul at all. He can only feel with the help of the paint vials he carries on him, which are only refilled upon the creation of more universes, without those vials he can’t feel a single thing. He was also more interested in making sure timelines stayed on track with what was intended for their story, which is probably the only reason he helps Dream in the first place because he wants to make sure things stay on track. I honestly don’t think he cares for other people’s feelings whatsoever.

The last member of the group was Blue who was honestly the most approachable out of the group. I managed to catch him alone one time for a sparring session and it was pretty fun. Out of the three he’s the kindest and likes to believe anyone can change for the better, which is admittingly a slightly flawed view but I respect him for keeping to it. I honestly feel bad for him because he keeps pushing himself to keep up with the other two, sacrificing food and sleep to do so. I would honestly take him out of the group if I could. Blue’s a nice friend and sparring partner and his worldview is honestly a little refreshing compared to my own.

My ears flicked at the sound of groaning behind me. I turned my head to see an out of breath Killer wheezing on the snowy ground, damn he must have been hit pretty hard.

Looking back towards the fight and seeing everyone was distracted I decided to take a risk and dropped my illusion spell as I jumped down to stand beside the skeleton.

I awkwardly clicked my tongue as I knelt down to access the damage, Sans’ like puns right?

“Guess you could say the snow’s bone-chilling huh?” I said with a slight hint of awkwardness in my voice.

Killer wheezed from his spot on the ground. Well at least the joke seemed to land despite how bad the joke was.

“Trying to lift my spirits or something? You must have a death wish.” He said as his smile seemed to grow larger.

I rolled my eye and put my paw over his chest, it seems the idiot broke a few ribs. I noticed how he tensed up a bit at the contact as I started to mend the broken bones.

“Says the skeleton with multiple broken ribs laying in the snow.” I shot back.

“Got me there.” He said, trying to shrug before looking at me. “What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ here anyways?”

“Your group’s fights with the Star Sanses are interesting to watch.” I replied simply.

Killer smiled wider at that. “They’re quite fun to mess with.”

“So it would seem.” I responded.

I brought my paw back from his chest.

“Alright your ribs are healed, have fun fighting I guess.” I said dismissively, ready to use my magic to leave this universe.

Something didn't feel right. My pupil turned into a silt as I summoned my sickles and turned around just in time to block a knife from hitting my back.

“Don’t turn your back on a predator doll.” He said smugly.

I narrowed my eye and jumped back as he rushed towards me, his knife aiming for an opening as I blocked his attacks. I jumped back as he slashed downwards and quickly rushed at him and drew my blade across his shoulder. He continued trying to attack me and as I went for another attack-

PING

I looked down and my soul was blue.

“Son of a bi-”

I was suddenly sent flying backwards and landed roughly on the ground, immediately managing to use the momentum to jump back up into a fighting stance.

I whipped around and came face to face with Dust staring at me with an angry smile as he used his magic to turn my soul blue again.

“Nice shot Dusty!” I heard Killer shout from behind.

I growled and summoned my sickles, swinging so I nicked Dust’s cheek which surprised him so much he let my soul go. I turned around and slashed as I sensed the feeling of teleportation magic behind me, managing to get a clean hit over one of Killer’s eyes.

Before either skeletons could recover I disappeared into the ground and used my shadow-like form to reappear out of the ground a good few feet away.

I looked at Killer as we made eye contact, he smiled sadistically, his knife gleaming in his hand. I stared back and observed his movements, he’s relaxed so he most likely doesn’t think I’m a threat, seems to be treating this as a game more than anything.

After what felt like an eternity of this mock staring contest I felt someone grab my shoulder and shove me back, and before I could react a strong arm was around my neck in a headlock.

Cross stared back at me with a small glare before running off to help Killer. I tried to summon my sickles again, but my wrists were suddenly grabbed by an appendage and the pressure around my neck was suddenly gone.

I looked right into the cyan eye of Nightmare as he smiled at me.

“Oh no I don’t think so.” He said smugly.

I was suddenly grabbed by the ankle by one of his tentacles and held upside down in the air.

It was then I realized that Dream and the others must have retreated while I was healing Killer.

Unfortunate, but if I play my cards right I won’t die here.

“So what do you want to do with them boss?” Killer asked. “Kill em’?”

Nightmare hummed in thought before letting go of my ankle as I hit the ground with a thump.

“Not yet this one is… interesting.” Nightmare said.

I stood up from the ground and dusted the snow on my leather jacket off and shook my head to get the snow that built up on my fur off, flinging some on Killer in the process.

“Wh- Hey!” Killer exclaimed. “That’s just mean!” He said in mock hurt.

“Yeah well, shouldn’t have been in my way dumbass.” I responded coldly.

“Oh a bit of bite huh? Well let’s see if that’ll hold up in a fight huh?” He lifted his knife up as his soul twitched a bit more.

I looked down at his knife then back to his eye sockets. “No.”

Killer seemed a bit taken back by that and seemed to be ready to strike, before Nightmare grabbed his torso with a tentacle and lifted him up.

“As much as it would be fun to watch, I'm not going to let you get into an unnecessary fight when you’re injured.” Nightmare stated.

“Aw come on boss! It’ll be fun!” Killer smiled.

“No no let him, I wanna see him get his assed kicked.” Dust piped in with a smile.

Nightmare shot Dust a look as the latter seemed to falter just a little bit.

“Even still we need to heal Killer that crack along his eye looks pretty bad.” Cross said.

Nightmare looked at Killer’s eye before looking at me with a glare.

“Did you do that?” He hissed.

“I sensed teleportation magic behind me and attacked without thinking, so yes.” I sighed. “I should be able to heal it relatively easily, the wound should not be deep since I wasn’t aiming to kill.”

Nightmare’s eye widened in curiosity a bit before he put Killer down on the ground. “I’m surprised you’re able to show restraint in battle.”

I chuckled at that. “Oh no if I hit him with the sickle my robotic arm is holding it would’ve been far worse.”

I rolled up the sleeve on my right jacket to reveal a gray, metallic arm with a hard sharp, black material for the fingers.

I saw Cross’s eyes light up just a little bit upon looking at it.

“I don’t have as much control over my robotic arm so it’s easier for me to hurt people using it.” I said with a shrug.

Nightmare hummed in response. “You’re not scared are you?” He asked.

“I get if you wanna be perceived as such but honestly? I could care less if I die or not.” I shrugged.

Was- Was that a flash of concern in Nightmare’s eye? Whatever it was, it was gone as quickly as it appeared with a thoughtful expression in its place.

“Your emotions and soul are quite interesting to me. Tell me would you mind making a deal?” He asked.

I cocked an eyebrow at that, my eyes dilating slightly. “Depends on the deal.”

Nightmare chuckled at that. “I’ll offer you protection, a place to sleep, food, and whatever else you may want. In exchange for helping me and my henchman spread negativity and chaos across the multiverse.”

I thought for a moment, at least it wouldn’t be a boring experience by any means. Besides this group seemed fun and I have been missing causing a bit of chaos. If it was boring he couldn’t exactly stop me from leaving either.

“No killing I’m assuming?” I asked.

“No.” Nightmare replied.

“Eh sure.” I shrugged. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to just let loose and cause some trouble.”

“You can’t be serious.” Dust said baffled while looking at Nightmare.

Nightmare smiled as he opened a portal to his castle. “Now what’s your name?”

I rolled my eye as I chuckled and followed my new co-workers through the portal. “Call me Snake.”

“Well then, Snake, I think you’ll enjoy it here.” Nightmare said as he closed the portal behind us.

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Little shitpost I like to add at the end of my chapters :)

Killer: Remember one time I liked you?

Snake: No

Killer: GOOD CAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENED

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•Just a bit of ranting down below you don’t have to read it•

Oh boy I am like extremely nervous to post this-

This is like I said gonna be a self-indulgent thing, something for me to write to relieve stress and not have to read over and over again to fix mistakes (though feel free to point any out I’m always glad to fix them).

I haven’t written for Snake in ages and this’ll also be a practice in writing some characters I’ve loved for a long time now.

Will this fic have romance? Eh maybe? The main focus right now is platonic relationships as we examine the relationships and emotions of this current cast it might evolve into a romantic poly relationship over time though.

Also I want to establish that I will be leaving some lore about Snake’s past up in the air so I’ll be very loose with it and try not to go into the relationships of characters from my own story to keep the flow of this fic focused on Snake and Nightmare’s Gang.

Snake’s story is extremely complicated and does not fit the tone of this fic like at all so the most you’ll get is passing mentions of other characters and the occasional explanations (significantly watered down for the sake of this fic of course) about why Snake has some past traumas that will be explored later down the line.

One day I’ll explain Snake’s past in depth but that’s not for this fic so just enjoy this dumbass’s interactions with the Bad Sanses and don’t think too hard about their lore.

Anyways uh thanks for reading this I guess? I hope you at least like it so far if you took time out of your day to read it :) /gen

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