#so I reloades and was confused again when she started talking about some spear

[jaxitaxibolehlaf]

Not my whole team being mad at me for giving Shadowheart to the house of grief when she has left my camp all the way back in act 2 😭

[slytherinbarnes]

Sub Rosa [8]

viii. day trip

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Language, character death, violence, fighting, blood, injuries. Allusion to past assault.

Summary: You and Bellamy go on a little day trip, even though you’d rather be with anyone other than him. 

a/n: oh hey, I like this chapter! also, pls no one worry bc I WILL NEVER KILL BELLAMY BLAKE FOR THIS SERIES! happy endsings only (but don’t let that fool you, bc we got angst angst ansgt on the way!) also join the taglist here!

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You stand back and admire your handiwork of the repairs to the wall, satisfied with its hold. Wiping the sweat from your brow, you move over to the water containers and grab something to drink. Clarke finds you leaned up against a tree, drinking water, and she walks over with a small smile. “I’m heading to the tent to talk to the council, if you want to join.”

You shake your head, “I’m not sure I can look at Jaha’s face without screaming. I’ll probably just check on Octavia, if that's okay.”

She nods, “Of course. I think she’s still in the dropship, waiting to visit the Grounder.”

You stand and nod towards the tent, “Let me know how it all goes.”

“I will.” She offers you one last smile before ducking into the tent to face the council. 

You glance around the busy camp, watching the teenagers as they move around, repairing the wall and preparing for winter. Sure that they can handle it, you turn and head to the dropship, unsurprised to find Octavia plopped down near the ladder, waiting to see the Grounder. You smile as you approach, “Visiting hours over?”

She lets out a huff of frustration as you settle down beside her. “Yes. Bellamy won’t let anyone up except for Miller.”

“I wonder if I could-”

Bellamy’s voice cuts you off, “You’re still here?”

He descends the ladder, feet hitting the floor, and you notice his eyes shift over to you before landing on Octavia again. Her eyes slide away from him and land on the wall, annoyed. “I’m not moving until you let me up there to see him.”

“Get comfortable,” he quips back. 

Noting the tension, you stand and silently move away from the siblings and over to the dropship door, eyes scanning the camp. You spot your twin immediately, headed your way, looking troubled. She comes to a stop at the door, and you tune out the bickering siblings behind you as you ask, “How was the meeting with the council?”

Clarke rolls her eyes, “Jaha tried to lecture me about forgiveness.”

“Good thing I missed it then.”

“No kidding. But,” she holds up a map and a set of coordinates. “There is potential good news.”

She hands you the paper and you look over it as she continues, “It’s supposed to be an old emergency aid depot, built to withstand nuclear war. It could shelter us from the cold.”

You start to hand her back the map, “You going to check it out?”

“No,” she pushes the map back your way. “You’re going to check it out.”

Your brows lift in surprise, “Me?”

“You’ve been out there more, and you know the terrain better. Plus, I have to keep an eye on Finn, he’s not out of danger yet.”

“Okay, I’ll pack a bag then.” 

You start to walk away, but she grabs your arm, stopping you. “Wait. There is one more thing.”

She looks over your shoulder, eyes locking with someone, before she nods them over. As you hear footsteps approach, she sighs, “I want you to take Bellamy with you.”

You pull a face and step back, as he stops beside you. You glance up at him and back at your twin. “No way. No.”

“What’s going on?”

You ignore him and glare at Clarke as she insists, “You’re the only two I trust with this, and I know that you’ll keep each other safe.” She squeezes your arm lightly and adds, “You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

You glare at her for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Fine.” You redirect your glare to Bellamy, “Be ready in ten, I’ll meet you by the gate.”

“Ready for what?”

“Clarke will explain.” And with that, you walk off, grabbing a pack and your knife on the way. You stop at the food station and grab a few rations before making a beeline for the gate. As soon as you arrive, you spot Bellamy already waiting, stuffing a bunch of rations deeper into his pack. You give him a sidelong glance and brush past, “Let’s go.”

-

Unlike your previous outings with Bellamy, this one is largely spent in angry silence as you navigate through the woods and pointedly ignore Bellamy. As you climb down a grassy hill, you pull out a pack of nuts and eat them quickly, noticing that Bellamy is trailing behind you, doing the same. As you reach the bottom of the hill, it starts to slope upwards again and you check the map before continuing. When you reach the top, you pause, and Bellamy stops beside you. 

In the distance, there’s a large house, destroyed by the nuclear apocalypse. You start to feel uneasy as you take in the burned out house, situated behind a dark lake. You glance at Bellamy, “The depot is supposed to be around here somewhere.”

You watch him scan the area again, “Let's just split up, cover more ground. Stay within shouting distance.”

You walk off down the hill, towards the lake, while Bellamy moves parallel to the house, both of you in search of a door. Only a few minutes pass before your foot lands on something with a metallic thunk. Confused, you step back and brush the leaves and debris away, revealing a door. You smile to yourself and call out, “Bellamy! Over here, I found a door!”

A second later he approaches you, stopping beside you at the door. You lean down and pull on the handles with all of your strength, but it doesn’t budge. You look up at him, “I think it's rusted shut.”

“Here. Watch your foot.” He pulls out his axe and uses it to break the lock, before muttering, “Give me a hand.”

You both pull on the door, and this time it swings open with a creak. You peer into the ominous darkness and pull out two lights, turning to hand one to Bellamy. With a deep breath of courage, you descend the stairs, Bellamy close behind. You follow the stairs deeper into the depot, deeper into the darkness, pausing when you see a skeleton sitting on the stairs. Bellamy stops behind you, so close that you can feel his breath shift the hairs on your neck. You shiver and squeeze past the body as he mutters, “Hell of a place to die.”

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, and shine the light around, disappointment flows through your body. Cobwebs hang over everything, accompanied by a thick layer of dust. A damp chill hangs in the air, and you both have to step around fallen and scavenged supplies. “This place is disgusting.”

Bellamy hums in agreement. “Anything left down here is ruined.”

Water rains down from the ceiling in front of you, and you cringe and skirt around it, looking at the picked over shelves. You lift the lid of a box in front of you and smile at the contents inside, “Hey, I found blankets.”

“Excited about a couple of blankets?”

You toss a glare at him over your shoulder, “It’s something.”

He storms past you, dropping glow sticks that he found as his voice rises in anger, “How about a canteen or a med kit or a decent fricking tent?” 

He lets out a yell of frustration and kicks an oil drum over, the black liquid spilling towards you. You turn in surprise, your shock only growing as you hear something clatter to the ground. Your eyes lock on the pile of guns now spilled out over the floor, and you and Bellamy lock eyes, mouths spreading into a grin. 

He grabs a couple and pushes past you, back to the blankets, pulling one from the container. He shifts everything over to one arm and grabs you as he walks by, dragging you with him. You yank your arm free and freeze in place, watching as he uses some dirt to spread a target on the blanket before hanging it up. “This changes everything. No more running from spears.”

You lift a gun from beside you, eyeing it carefully. He grins as he stops beside you, watching as you load the gun. “Ready to be a badass?” You roll your eyes and he steps towards you, “We're lucky the rifles were packed in grease. The fact that they survived means we're not sitting ducks anymore. You need to learn how to do this.”

You let out a sigh, “Fine.” He moves out of the way, allowing you to step up to the target, lifting the gun with hesitation. You glance down at the gun, and then over your shoulder to look at him. “So I just hold it on my shoulder?”

“Yeah.” He steps closer to you, folding his left hand over yours where it sits on the grip, and placing his right hand on your right shoulder. He guides the gun up, “Just a little higher now.” 

You lean down and peer through the scope, trying to ignore the way his breath shifts your hair and his hand slowly slides from your shoulder and down your back. Another chill runs down your spine and Bellamy doesn’t miss it. And then he’s stepping back and shaking his head as if he’s clearing his thoughts, “Yeah. Uh, that's good. Watch and learn.”

He steps away and grabs a gun of his own, before moving up beside you and pulling the trigger. You hear a click echo in the small space, but stand there confused as nothing else happens. Bellamy reloads the gun and pulls the trigger a second time, but the gun offers nothing more than another click. You let out a snort and he turns to glare at you as you openly smile at his expense. “Still watching.”

He glares at you harder, “My bullets are duds. Try yours.”

You lift the gun and settle it to the place on your shoulder, where Bellamy instructed, before looking through the scope and pulling the trigger. The sound of the gunshot rings through the room, and you stand tall and admire the new hole in the blanket. You let out a laugh in amazement and turn to him, finding that his face is already split in a smile. 

You let the smile drop when you remember your anger, but you don’t turn away from him. “I guess we’re going to have to talk to Clarke and decide where we’re going to keep these and who has access.”

He ignores you and raises his gun, pulling the trigger, and stepping back as the sound echoes in the room. You spot the hole he leaves in the target, near the middle. As you’re about to comment on it, he turns to you suddenly. “You should keep Miller close. The others listen to him.”

Your brows draw together in confusion. “I should keep him close? Bellamy, what's going on?” 

You stare him down and he shifts beneath your gaze, uncomfortable. A lightbulb goes off in your head when you remember the rations from earlier, “All the rations you took. You're gonna run! You were gonna load up on supplies and just disappear.”

“I don't have a choice. The Ark will be here soon.”

You step closer to him, “So you're just gonna leave Octavia?”

Bellamy shakes his head, “Octavia hates me.” He pauses and his voice drops to a whisper, “You hate me.”

He shakes his head again and takes in a breath, “She’s gonna be fine.”

“You don't know-”

He cuts you off, “I shot the chancellor. They're gonna kill me. Best-case scenario, they lock me up with the Grounder for the rest of my life, and there's no way in hell I'm giving Jaha the satisfaction.” He slams the gun down and throws his hands up in frustration, “Keep practicing. I need some air.”

He brushes past you, leaving you alone in the depot. You stand there for a minute, looking around, before lifting the gun back up and aiming at the target. As you do, you watch as the target melts away, taking the bullet holes with it, leaving the blanket untouched. You lower the gun in confusion and back away, jumping in surprise as you feel the gun bend in your touch. You throw it to the ground and step back from it, turning to look around in confusion as the space around you transforms into your cell in the Skybox.

You feel panic rise in your chest as the prison stares back at you, mocking you. You back away in horror, jumping in surprise when your back collides with someone. You spin around, and come face to face with your father.

You feel your lip quiver with emotion as you whisper, “Dad?”

He smiles and you jump towards him, sighing in relief as his arms wrap around you tightly. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent of Ark soap and grease. As you pull him tighter, the memory of his death flashes across your mind, and you feel your stomach drop. You pull back slowly and watch him closely, “You're not real, are you?”

“Sorry, kiddo. I wish I were.”

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts, before looking around at your cell. “Wait. How is this possible?”

“I'm thinking why is more important than how. Why me?”

Tears well up in your eyes, “Because I miss you. And I never got to say goodbye.”

He shakes his head and reaches up to brush your necklace, “Think there's more to it than that.”

You hear his voice in your head, disconnected from a memory. My girls. My sun, my moon, my stars.

You feel your face harden at the thought of her. The thought of what she did. “You want me to forgive her.”

“Your mom loves you both. Everything she does, she does for you two.”

You turn away from him, and plop down onto your bed. “She betrayed you. How can I forgive her for that?” He pulls a face, and it’s one you recognize well. “The disappointed look isn't fair. I'm trying.”

He reaches out and pulls you to him, into a hug. “Come here. I know, honey. It's been tough, hasn't it?”

You feel emotion tighten your throat, “I watched as someone got tortured. Said awful things to Clarke. Caused the Culling on the Ark…”

Tears spill down your cheeks as you recount your sins, and your father leans down to kiss your head. “You're doing the best you can.”

“You want me to say mom did the best she could.”

His face softens, “This is about what you want.”

“You're dead because of her. She doesn't deserve my forgiveness. Our forgiveness.”

He shakes his head softly, and comes to stand in front of you, “Listen to me. Forgiveness isn't about what people deserve.”

Before you can respond, his eyes lift sharply, and you swear you hear muffled yelling nearby. He looks back at you, and lifts a hand to your face. “My little la lune. He needs you.”

Seconds later, something collides with the back of your head, sending you tumbling down a tunnel of black.

-

You pull your eyes open, groaning against the sharp pain radiating from the base of your skull. You rub your eyes and struggle to recall what happened, letting out a quiet gasp when you remember your dad’s final words. He needs you.

Bellamy. 

You stand, fighting against the pain in your body, and stumble towards the gun you tossed down earlier, grabbing it quickly. You run towards the stairs and out into the night, following the sounds of yelling nearby. As you get closer, you see Bellamy on the ground, looking up at Dax, who is pointing a gun down at him. You stumble up behind them and aim the gun at the middle of his back, before yelling, “Put it down, Dax.”

He spins, “Should've stayed down there. I tried not to kill you, but here you are, and Shumway said no witnesses.”

Your blood freezes at the name, and you lock eyes with Bellamy. You take a deep breath, willing the fear to leave your body as you look back at Dax. “I won’t tell you again, put it down.”

“Walk away now, and I won't kill you.” When you stay locked in place, he shrugs. “Your choice.”

You pull the trigger, but the gun clicks, and your blood goes cold at the sound. You dive to the left, behind a tree, seconds before you hear Dax’s gun go off. He misses, but you hear Bellamy yell in anger before colliding with Dax, the sound of them fighting reaching you behind the tree. You tug on the gun, trying to reload, before giving up and jumping up from behind the tree, and running at Dax with the gun raised to use as a bat. “Get the hell off him!”

Just as you reach him, Dax spins and hits you with the butt end of the rifle, right in the stomach, sending a flood of pain through you as it collides with your wound. You groan and hit the ground, but the distraction gives Bellamy enough time to find a discarded bullet and plunge it into Dax’s neck. You both watch as he bleeds out, struggling and gasping for air, before he hits the ground, dead. 

Bellamy stumbles towards you as you drag yourself to the tree, clutching your stomach. You plop down at its base as he lowers himself beside you, his hand on your thigh as you both pant from exertion. You grit your teeth against the pain and lean towards him, putting your hand on his arm. “You're okay.”

“No, I'm not.” He shakes his head, and you watch tears well up in his eyes. “My mother...If she knew what I've done, who I am...She raised me to be better, to be good.”

You try to cut him off, “Bellamy-”

“And all I do is hurt people.” He lets out a sniffle as the tears spill over his cheeks. “I'm a monster.”

“Hey.” You squeeze his arm and he turns to look at you, “You saved my life today. And ten other times. You may be a total ass half the time, but I need you.” His eyes widen slightly and you continue, “We all need you. You want forgiveness, fine, I'll give it to you. You're forgiven, okay? But you have to come back with me.” 

“Jaha will kill me when he comes down.”

You shake your head, “We'll figure something out.”

He lets out a deep breath, “Can we figure it out later?”

You nod and let your head drop to his shoulder, whispering, “Whenever you're ready.”

You both sit in silence for a few minutes before you whisper, “I saw my dad.” He shifts beneath you and you lift your head to look at him. “I mean, I know it wasn’t him, but this time I got to say goodbye.”

Unsure what to say, he chooses instead to say nothing, and you lean back against the tree, looking at the stars. Your eyes find Orion quickly, and you whisper, “See those three stars in a row up there?”

You see Bellamy nod out of the corner of your eye. “That’s Orion’s Belt.” You lift your hand and trace the rest of the constellation. “And that’s Orion the Hunter.”

You turn towards him slightly, a small smile on your face. “They say Artemis, the goddess of the moon and the hunt, fell in love with Orion. And Apollo, her twin, was worried she was going to give up her vow of chastity for him. So one day, when Orion was swimming far out into the ocean, Apollo called to his twin. He pointed to a rock near the horizon, and dared her that she couldn’t hit it. Of course, Artemis hit it easily. But imagine her horror when Orion’s body washes up on the beach, and she realized what she had done. She put him up in the stars after that.” You turn and look at him. “I wonder if she takes comfort in knowing that he’s always up there.”

You look away and back up at the stars, both of you sitting in silence. After checking your bandage and watching the moon rise higher, you mutter, “We should probably get back.”

“Yeah, we probably should.”

He stands and helps to pull you to your feet, before leading you back down into the depot, and gathering the guns and blankets. You both tie up a sack a piece of weapons, and head back to camp, walking through the woods in a comfortable silence, interrupted only to discuss what’s next.

As you near the camp, you hear the sounds of fighting from within. You and Bellamy walk faster, pushing through the gates just as someone asks, “What if he brings other Grounders back?”

Just then, Bellamy pushes through the crowd, before stopping in the middle. “Let the Grounders come. We've been afraid of them for far too long, and why? Because of their knives and spears. I don't know about you. I'm tired of being afraid.”

You both drop the sacks, revealing the guns to a camp of excited teenagers. You catch Clarke’s eye across camp, and sense her hesitation, but she offers you a smile anyways. Bellamy continues, “There are plenty more where these came from. Tomorrow we start training, and if the Grounders come, we're gonna be ready to fight.”

Excitement ripples through the camp, and you give Bellamy a nod before walking over to your twin. “I need you to set up a meeting with Jaha for me and Bellamy.”

Her brows lift in surprise, “Uh, yeah. Of course. Just give me a few minutes.”

You nod and look around in search of Bellamy, spotting him near the edge of camp, draping a blanket around Octavia. You watch with a smile, and when they seem finished, you call out to him. “Bellamy.”

He turns and looks at you, and you give a nod in confirmation. He heads over to you, following you to the tent. Clarke steps out and gives you a smile, squeezing your hand quickly as she passes.

You both step inside and settle down side by side, pulling on the headsets to chat with the waiting Jaha. When you’re both ready, his eyes go straight to Bellamy. “Mr. Blake, I've wanted to talk to you for some time now.”

You cut in, “Before you do, I'd like to say something. When you sent us down here, you sent us to die, but miraculously, most of us are still alive. In large part, that is because of him, because of Bellamy.” You both lock eyes, before you turn back to Jaha. “He's one of us, and he deserves to be pardoned of his crimes just like the rest of us.”

“I appreciate your point of view, but it's not that simple.”

“It is.” Bellamy offers, matter of fact. “If you want to know who on The Ark wants you dead.”

Jaha considers this for a moment, and each passing second feels like a minute. He leans forward, looking at you. “You're pardoned for your crimes.” He turns to Bellamy. “Bellamy Blake, you’re pardoned for your crimes.”

You both smile in relief, before Jaha continues. “Now, tell me who gave you the gun.”

-

When the video feed ends, and Jaha disappears from the screen, you and Bellamy exit the tent in silence, before pausing at the door, unsure what to do. Just as you are about to step away, he turns towards you. “Your cut.” You glance up at him. “We need to change the bandage.”

You nod and follow him to his tent, sitting in the same spot as before as he gathers supplies. When he makes his way back to you, you lift your shirt, exposing the bandage. You watch him quietly as he works, removing the bandage, cleaning off the fresh blood. Only breaking the silence to ask, “What if they don’t float him?”

He looks up at you, confused, and you add, “Shumway, I mean.”

“They will.” He goes back to your wound, nearly done cleaning it up.

You press, “Yeah, but what if they don’t?”

He looks up, sensing something in your tone, and meets your eyes. You take in a sharp breath, and look away. “There’s something about Shumway that I haven’t told you before. Something I haven’t told anyone.”

He picks up the bandage, wrapping it around your middle, afraid to interrupt you. You pick at your nail as you whisper, “I was arrested a few days before my dad was. But I didn’t know that until Shumway came in my cell one day to gloat. He told me that my dad had been arrested for treason and was going to get floated for it. He said he was getting floated in half an hour.”

You hear Bellamy’s sharp intake of breath and he leans away from you to meet your eyes. “Shumway wanted to know what I would do in order to see my dad one last time. What would I give him in order to say goodbye to my father. I didn’t hesitate, I told him ‘anything’. As soon as I said it, I knew I had made a deal with the devil.”

You pause, lip quivering. “I knew that I just gave him what he wanted all along. He cuffed me and led me through the Ark, taking me to see my dad.” Your voice breaks on the last word, and tears spill down your cheeks. “I didn’t make it in time. Right as I came around the corner, we locked eyes, and they pushed-”

You cut yourself off, crying harder, and Bellamy puts his hand over yours, offering comfort. You gather yourself and push on, “I was pissed. I knew that Shumway got me there late on purpose, because that’s the kind of man that he is. I raised hell, got shocked and dragged all the way back to my cell, before they decided to throw me in solitary, permanently, because I was just too much to manage.”

You shake your head, “Solitary made it that much easier for Shumway to get what he wanted. No one listens to the cries of a problem child. No one listened when I said he came into my cell, and abused me.” You look up and lock eyes with Bellamy, finding a fire of anger burning there. “That day you found us, I thought he was gonna-” You shake your head, “Right then and there in the hallway.”

Bellamy is quiet for a second, and you see a muscle in his jaw clench and his eyes grow hard. “If he’s alive when they make it to the ground...I’ll kill him myself.”

-

next chapter

[innaminitus]

No more lies

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  Hello girl🤗How you’re doing? Hope you’re fine If you don’t have a lot of request going Could you take this request with Peter Where Peter and reader are best friends, the kind that gets confused with a couple, reader discover that he’s Spider-Man and she’s terrified of something happening to Peter but saw it coming and then they really start dating Plus, nobody noticing the change until they see them making out or something XD (can be a lot of months later) just all the flufff 💞 Hope you can (from anon)

Warnings: Star Wars references

Word count: 1582

EVIDENCE #1 THAT PETER PARKER IS IN FACT SPIDER-MAN

You rang the bell to Peter’s flat, hoping to find him there. He didn’t answer your texts nor calls and he promised to help you with chemistry. The test was tomorrow and you had no business in getting another F, so you really looked forward to his help.

May opened the door for you.

“Hi, Mrs. Parker, Is Peter here?” You asked, smiling at her.

“Y/N! Come in.” She let you in and closed the door. “He’s in his room.”

“Thank you!” You walked in the direction of his room and as always didn’t bother knocking. “Pete, why are you-“

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP?” He shouted and all you could see before he slammed the door was that he was undressing from some sort of a red onesie.

You shook your head and leaned on the door.

“I’ve seen you naked before, you know…”

“Only because Ned slid my swimmers down!”

You giggled at the memory of your last year’s trip to the beach.

“Are you done?” You sighed. “You know what, I don’t care, I’m coming in…” You opened the door and saw him tucking the red onesie to his closet. It looked weirdly similar. “What’s that?” A sleeve was poking out of the closet and you immediately recognized it. “Is this Spider-man’s suit?” You furrowed.

He quickly tucked it back.

“N-no, that’s just my… Halloween costume! Yes. Halloween costume.” He nodded as if he was confirming it to himself.

You raised your eyebrow.

“It’s April.” You sat on his bed and took out your books and notebooks.

“I want it to be perfect.” He sat down next to you. You wanted to say something, but he covered your mouth with his hand. “No more talking about the costume.” You furrowed and licked his hand. He jumped with disgust and tied to wipe the hand on your t-shirt, but you escaped him, giggling. He eventually wiped it on the bedsheet and took the chemistry book. “What are you too dumb to understand here?”

EVIDENCE #2 THAT PETER PARKER IS IN FACT SPIDER-MAN

You were going home with Ned and Peter from school, Peter’s arm swinging around your shoulders. You decided to go for hotdogs and were waiting in a line to get some.

You ordered first, Peter was after you.

“You’re not paying for your girlfriend?” You heard the salesman say and widened your eyes.

“She’s not my girlfriend…” Peter laughed nervously and poked your ribs.

“You wish I was.” You rolled your eyes, but blushed slightly.

It wasn’t the first time someone had mistaken you for a couple.

“To be honest you two would fit together,” Ned said when you left the stand. “You act like an old marriage already.”

“N- no, we don’t.” Peter shook his head and took a bite, his arm was once again around you.

You raised your eyebrows and lifted the hands you unwittingly joined on your shoulder.

“I think we actually might,” you said and shrugged. ‘It doesn’t matter, because-“

“Help!” A scream of an elderly woman made you stop. “Thief!”

You saw a man running from her with a yellow bag in his hand. You turned to Peter to say you should call the police, but he was already gone. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish pulled out of its tank and looked around.

“Where is Peter?”

Ned shrugged.

“I- I don’t know-“

“Hey, it’s Spider-man!” Someone shouted and you turned to the direction everyone looked at.

Spider-man came out of nowhere, swinging on his web. He shot the web to the back of the thief and pulled him up. The thief was swinging now from the streetlight and Spider-man tied him there tightly before returning the bag to the woman.

You wished Peter was here, he was a fan of-

“Ned…” You looked at him. “Where is Peter?”

“I just told you-“

“Bullshit. Why is he always gone when Spider-man is near?” You raised your brow. “Ned, is he Spider-man?” He smiled nervously and you grabbed your sides. “Ned.”

“These are not the droids you’re looking for.” He waved his hands in a Jedi manner and backed himself before clumsily turning and running in the direction of your home.

These two idiots.

EVIDENCE #3 THAT PETER PARKER IS IN FACT SPIDER-MAN

EVIDENCE #4 THAT PETER PARKER IS IN FACT SPIDER-MAN

You waited for Peter in his home. May let you in and went shopping and you were sitting on the backrest of the couch.

You wanted him to admit that he’s Spider-Man. He was doing stupid, reckless things and you wanted him to stop. You hated the thought of him getting hurt…

You heard the lock in the door and Peter entered the house. When he reached the living room he jumped at your sight.

“Y/N, you scared me-“

“The floor is lava!”

You’ve never, ever, saw anyone do a backflip that fast. He landed on the armchair and you gasped, quickly standing up on the cushions.

“I knew it!” You shouted and pointed finger guns at him, as always when you were fighting. “You’re Spider-Man!”

“Y/N, that’s not what you think! Put the guns down!”

“How could you keep that a secret?!” You pretended to reload the guns.

“PUT THE GUNS DOWN!” He raised his hands in the air.

“You lied to me!”

“You are very reckless with your weapons, Y/N!” He jumped on the coffee table and then onto the couch you were standing on.

“Just tell me the truth,” your voice was shaking. “Are you Spider-man?”

He took a deep breath to say something, but closed his mouth.

“Yes.”

You clenched your teeth and hit his chest.

“How could you?” You kept hitting. “How could you not tell me? I thought we were friends! We were supposed to tell each other everything! No secrets, remember? You pinky swore…”

He seized your wrists and you had to look at him.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to know because I knew you would try to stop me. And… I thought that the less you knew the safer you would be.”

“You were damn right. I don’t want you to do it.” You shook your head. “It’s too dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“But it’s alright, Mr. Stark makes sure my costume is as awesome as possible and-“

“Tony Stark takes part in this? A grown man lets a teenager do all of this?”

His hands slid from your wrists to your palms and he wrapped his fingers around yours.

“Please, don’t worry.” He tilted his head. “I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t doubt it, just…” You couldn’t find words, so you just pulled him for a hug. “Don’t you ever lie to me again,” you muttered in his chest when his warm arms wrapped around you.

“I promise.”

You moved away slightly, so you could see his face.

“Pinky swear?” You moved one hand so you could stick out your little finger, the other one was still wrapped around him.

He did the same and entwisted his finger around yours.

“Pinky swear.” He kissed your palm and you kissed his. He looked you in the eyes when he slowly lowered your joined hands and within a second pressed his lips onto yours. You were so shocked you didn’t move at all, you only widened your eyes. He stiffly moved away. “I- I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking-“

You almost jumped at him, your lips met his again, but this time you weren’t so passive. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he deepened the kiss. After a few seconds you moved away, but still held him close.

“I… Um…” He was stuttering. “Maybe you would like to… You know…“

“Yes,” you laughed and he smiled with relief. “I’d love to date you.”

He moved away.

“Wow, that’s totally not what I was going to say… Awkward…” Your smile faded and you were sure you got pale. You were so stupid- But then he laughed. “I’m just joking! Just joking!”

He tried to kiss you again, but you threw him off the couch.

“It’s over, Anakin. I have the high ground.” You threw pillow at him and he laughed. “Die in lava, asshole.”

He took something from his pocket and before you could realize what was happening, his web was pulling you to him. You landed on his chest and laughed with him before placing a soft kiss on his lips. It felt so good to kiss him-

“And what are you kids doing here?”

EVIDENCE #1 THAT PETER PARKER IS IN FACT YOUR BOYFRIEND AND NO ONE NOTICED

You were sitting on the bench at the cafeteria, Peter’s arm wrapped around you.

“Why are you not eating the veggies?” You asked, watching him push them aside.

“Watch your own plate.” He murmured.

You speared a piece of carrot on your fork and waved it before Peter’s face.

“Eat.”

He just rolled his eyes and obediently ate the carrot, then took the opportunity of lowering his head and pressed his lips onto yours in a sweet kiss. You heard someone choking and you moved away with raised eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked Ned as he tried to breathe.

He pointed a finger at you.

“You just kissed! Like a couple!”

Peter furrowed.

“Ned… We are dating for at least a month now.”

“What?”

[shadowlink720]

FE: Revelation Randomised Chapter 8 and Paralogue 1

(aka ‘for some reason all of the paralogues are unlocked except the second one and I’m Confused lm a o��)

it’s tiiiiime to do chapter 8! :D

(also I may or may not have spawned in a few stat boosters to help Kaze and Owain lmao;;;;)

aiight let’s go

yeah I can I can see that, Owain hahah;;;

noo.... really? who’da thunk

yeah, what of it? i told you the plan was to mary sue the heck outta everything

boi I know, man shoosh

lmao uhh yeah, I guess

it’s mary sue time

pffft it’s the music that usually plays when it’s like, Iago or smth ahsduhaskujgyfg

oh snap oh snizzity snayp

we said that like we don’t wanna fight either, man

oh yeah, Owain’s here too

wow, harsh, man i know it’s not birthright but ya don’t gotta be so rood

oh shit, yeah, that was a thing, wasn’t it??

we l p

I’m gonna get those chests, just watch me

oooki doki let’s go

gonna get rid of the spear fighters and sky knights first

aufhaiuhdygsfkg

killing edge, man it’s great

also that second spear fighter had a 2% chance to hit Owain, apparently hahah

gonna have Flora equip the Dual Katana for those oncoming Sky Kniiights

hEHEH

also I mmmmmay have bought the Kodachis in the Dawn Armoury >:3c

oh man, watch this hold on

I trade the kodachi to Owain in exchange for a vulnerary

I then USE the vulnerary

then we’ll move Owain over here and attack with the Kodachi!

hhhehheheheheheheh

oh shit, Ninja reinforcement

wait nvm, not anymore

oooh, one of the chests had a Killer Lance :o

honestly though this Kodachi is so useful-

ooh, Flora learned Strong Riposte :V

hEHEH

honestly though I’m just trading this Kodachi around so much lol

fLORA

.... I have an idea

I rally movement with Flora

then pair Corrin up with Kaze

and Corrin can reach the dragon vein >:3c I probably didn’t need to rally movement but w/e

wAIT HOLY SHIT

Niles is Oroc h i ooooook th e n (I didn’t realise Flora was in range whoops)

welp he Dead

ohh, good thing Flora proc’d Good Fortune, she had like, 7 hp hahah;;;

goooona get this other cheeest

aaand it’s a Wyrmslayer niiiice

righty hoo lets lure Rinkah out

thanks;;;; you were so nice in Birthright, man, what happened? ... you became your brother I guess lmao

uhh yeah, about what you said earlier...

hoooo boi Owain got Astra from that level up >:3c

riiiight now for Yukimura

it’s a start??? I suppose??

and then we juust

HEHEH hehehehehehehe c:<

heck yeah boi

because mary sue

nah man, not really

boi I didn’t even do anything like that

oh shit uhh nevermind

what a time for the ‘Here I come!’ voice line hahah;;

rINKAH u STOP THAT

honestly though??? how on earth was Saizo even able to prepare something like that

Rinkah pls we were like, best buds before

heeere’s SCARLET with the voice of reason, thank u

of all the times when her angery face would have been fitting lol

uhh, why do you THINK, Rinkah??

RinKAH

again, Scarlet being the voice of reason thank u bro although uhh, I don’t think that’ll phase Rinkah, tbh

I told ya we’d maaaary suuuuuuuuue iiiiiit

ayyy

uhh sure, Rinkah

yeah it is really fukin’ far fetched hahah but hey what part of Fates’ plot ISN’T, amirite?

wHAT I DON’T UNDERSTAND is that they don’t bother to mention the curse????

exactly, maybe if you decided to mention... ya know.... the CURSE then they might believe you a little bit more

(also that skill happened again, I said a completely different name to what I was meaning hahah)

of hecking course, Obro

... surprisingly not really out of context ‘For my parents!’

yaassss man

yeah it was :V

asdfhiaugfasgsd save h e r

oh, cutscene

ah yes, here come Oboro’s retainerrrrs

sooo, Orochi is Subaki :V niiiiice nice

sNORTS Hana is L e o wo w ooooooook th e n

wait I just realised Oboro’s best friend is a Nohrian ..... not as ironic as it would have been if she was a Nohrian royal, but it’s still hilarious-

..... .......... “Heehee” holy shit

Orochi and Leo tho hoooo boi

oBRO again with the face;;;;

Orochi as Subaki is surprisingly fitting lmao

Leo as Hana not so much, but it IS hilarious ajshdfakugfygd

aaaand that’s chapter 8! let’s take a look at our new units!

oh! the day I made this is Leo’s birthday! :o

oooki doki let’s look at Oboro fiiirst

she’s a mercenary, but we already knew that :V she has Perfect Pitch as a personal, so we... kind of have a healer?? idk if I need a rally for that tho and she has AEGIS OHHHH MY GOSH funnily enough, skill is her highest current stat lmao (Growth rates: HP - 30, Str - 15, Mag - 55, Skill - 25, Spd - 45, Lck - 40, Def - 45, Res - 55) (Heart Seal: Oni Savage and Ninja)

right let’s look at Leo now

SNORTS LOUDER

I have been blessed with sWOLEO HECK YESSSSS ok so he has Calm as a personal, which is pretty hecking neat he also has Wary Fighter which is... kind of redundant?? i mean look at that base speed man, idk (Growth rates: HP - 20, Str - 55, Mag - 55, Skill - 20, Spd - 45, Lck - 25, Def - 15, Res - 30) (Heart Seal: Wyvern Rider and Ninja)

oooki let’s look at Orochi then!

sheee’s a cavalier! niiice :o she also has Mischievous as a personal, soooo basically she’ll sometimes make people strip lma o;;;; she doesn’t have any other skills, but she came with a free Kodachi! (Growth rates: HP - 55, Str - 50, Mag - 0, Skill - 25, Spd - 30, Lck - 15, Def - 45, Res - 30) (Heart Seal: Wyvern Rider)

nooowww for Scarlet!

we already knew she was a Dark Mage, neat she has Triple Threat as a personal, so if a sword/axe/lance drops hp to 50% or less, then the foes suffers half the damage too :V she also has heckinnnnn COUNTER which is almost basically the same thing lmaaooo (Growth rates: HP - 35, Str - 45, Mag - 35, Skill - 20, Spd - 65, Lck - 0, Def - 20, Res - 60) (Heart Seal: Nohr Princess and Spear Fighter)

aaiiiight let’s go to the first paralogue because... idk I’ve got nothing better to do lol

let’s see who Mozu is theeeen

it’s Suba k i ohhhh n ooo oAo

welp, yer mum’s ded sahn

too bad Flora doesn’t have some equivalent of ‘We’ve got trouble!’ lmao that voice line is probably one of my faves-

aiiiight let’s gooooo

she’s dead, J i m also looks like he’s a Wyvern Rider heck yeeaaah

time to save the boiiii

lmao I’m just hugging the forests because of how much they affected hit rates in Echoes;;;

lmao

... dunno why they’re showing up as Mozu though;;

wait Mozu’s Mozu’s a Wyvern Lord and it says in the output file that Subaki is a Wyvern Rider what the heckle

... if I don’t talk to her, maybe Subaki will join at the end?? idk we’ll find out, I guess lmao;;;

right I’ll uhh I’ll save it just in case I end up not recruiting Subaki;;;

ohhhh man

ah fine then

time to reload I GUESS >:V ah hmm I can’t seem to talk to her hhhhh looks like I’d have to use Saaaave Editiiiiiing

... hopefully it won’t be like this for ALL of the paralogues ahahahah;;;;;

I-- huh it showed the same cutscene if mozu died, but she’s still in the party wwwWELP time to do some save editing, brb

I should have known the randomiser was going too smoothly hahah;;

oki doki so

heeere’s Subakiii I had to kind of take a guess what his randomised skill since I don’t under hexidecimal in the least lmao;; so yeah, Gallant is his personal, so when he supports a female ally they get +2 damage aaand it looks like his randomised skill was Seal Defence! which will be like really good lol (Growth rates: HP - 30, Str - 45, Mag - 60, Skill - 40, Spd - 30, Lck - 35, Def - 5, Res - 45) (Heart Seal: Cavalier)

aiiiight anyway, next time we gooonnnaaa fukiiiiin do chapter 9 >:3c

[muskycat]

Chapter Five

Frisk took a breath between laughter as snails returned to their starting position. After a first somewhat uneven race, (if you changed something for a burning snail), the next one had better handled her emotion and hadn't saturated the poor animal. Neither had they won but a second position wasn’t so bad. It had been about ten well-reversed coins, though she would have to wait to buy more donuts for the spiders. Fortunately, some of the monsters from the ruins gave her a couple of coins for her time when she treated them well. They were very friendly.

"Oh, well, he has not won. But it has been so close that ... Take it.”

“What?” Frisk looked at the thirty coins the ghost held out to him, “But I havn’t won. And the prize was ten.”

"I don’t want him to feel bad." Frisk watched as the snail looked at them, “He has been so close ... if he loses it will be a hard blow to his self-esteem.”

"Oh, I understand" Frisk looked at the snail and signaled victory, “Good job, buddy.”

After a short stay and with her new song dedicated in the old music player, it was time to leave again towards the Ruins. She needed to get some sleep if she wanted to dissemble in the morning with Toriel.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Said Napstablook.

“Don't worry, I've come this far, right? I’ll know to return.”

Frisk lied him, in fact she was dreading the moment when she was to go back into the woods. She knew that the presence wasn’t entirely gone, if he had stopped chasing her it had been because of the unexpected appearance of Papyrus. Yes, she also had him to return. It was a good point.

"Okay." Napstablook seemed convinced by the girl's words, “But be careful, Frisk. Not all monsters like humans. I'll come to see you tomorrow, okay? In the same old place.”

"Of course, I'll be there.”

Frisk said goodbye and, with the new coins well stored in his purse, began her route, on the way home. Napstablook wanted to return the farewell but he remembered that he had no hands.

"I hope so, Frisk. Please.”

**

The girl left the village behind, heading for Snowdin. She wanted to call Papyrus already, although one part was pitiful to wake him up. She remembered the way to the snowy town so she thought of doing it when she was near his house, to give him a few more minutes of sleep. She didn’t expect this mysterious being to follow her there. No?

"Don’t think paranoid things, Frisk," she told herself,” Or you'll start to believe that someone follows you.”

She looked back, again this feeling of being watched. No, it must be her imagination, Frisk kept walking, past the bridge surrounded by Echo flowers. Flowey had told her about them, how many in the underground, when he said something to them, confused him with one of these. Frisk approached one, these flowers used to repeat the last thing they heard.

"Howdy," she said.

"Howdy" the flower repeated.

"He he ... it's like listening to Flowey. But faceless. Well, I just made it terrifying.

"It's not the scariest thing you'll ever see today, human."

A magic spear pierced the air, destroying the flower within inches of it. Frisk screamed, jumping back and looking in the direction from where that had come from. There she saw a monster, a lady fish with red hair and a fierce look, dressed in an armor that made her invincible in Frisk's eyes. The girl wanted to say something but her inside told her that it wasn’t going to do any good.

"The king began a plan to free us all. Seven human souls are what he needs to go out and declare war to you.” Undyne summoned another spear, which she raised. Her mouth had a sinister smile, full of sharp teeth, “It's already six ... there's one left.”

"I ... I don’t want to fight.” Frisk screamed as she threw her weapon again, this time brushing her cheek, making a few drops of blood slide down her, “Please. Can’t we be friends?”

Frisk forced a smile and extended her arms in friendship. Undyne stood still, from all that could happen this was what she least expected. She reminded her of an old friend ... although her attitude of forgiveness wasn’t the only thing that awakened memories.

"Why do you wear that symbol in your clothes?" She said, looking at Frisk's T-shirt. It impossible not to recognize the symbol of the royal family in it. But what did it do in the clothes of the human?, “ No! You must die!”

Dozens of spears accompanied the one that Undyne had in his hand again and all exited at the same time in the direction of Frisk, that had to move quickly to avoid them. Even so, several of its tips brushed against her, one ripped the right half, causing a wound that burned. Frisk fell to the ground, luckily there were no more spears left, at least until Undyne reloaded her attack.

“Why?” Frisk turned to Undyne, pained, “Why are you hurting me? I haven’t done anything to you.”

Undyne hesitated for a second. For God's sake, she was just an innocent and frightened girl. But she couldn’t afford pity. For Alphys, for Asgore ... everyone needed her.

"You carry the hopes of all the monsters, some that are fading like the flame of a candle." I can’t let their hearts stop beating at once. No ... I can’t allow it. I don’t like fighting defenseless people, but I can’t waste time. I‘m sorry.

There no way to talk to that fish, Frisk acted without thinking, near the water where she was there was a muddy area. The girl took a piece of mud, as big as she could and threw it into Undyne's face. Luck smiled at her that time, blinding the leader of the Royal Guard. Frisk took the bewilderment to get up and run, before she realized. As she turned to Snowdin, she picked up her phone and looked for the number in the phone book.

"Nyeh!" Listening to his friend's voice gave her a hint of happiness and hope, “Frisk? I was not asleep, really ...”

"Papy!” Cried the girl, “Help me, someone wants to kill me.”

“What? Did you caught that weirdo? I told you to wait for me, the forest is very dangerous and ...”

"No, I'm at Waterfall and not the same. She is a fish, she wears armor and ...”

"Undyne?" Frisk thought he heard something falling, then a few quick steps, “Oh, my God, she's gone crazy ... Frisk come to my house, I'll try to reach you. Follow the same path I took you.”

"Run, please, I do not know how long I'm going to go.”

She was about to lose her cell because of a spear, Undyne was approaching. Frisk had to hang up and try to run faster. But she wasn’t a skilful athlete, unlike Undyne.

She didn’t know how much she was running when her injured foot failed again. It couldn’t be, she was so close to Snowdin that it made her angry. Frisk tried to get up but Undyne was too close to run.

"You are mine, human." Undyne prepared her spear and jumped, preparing to throw it against his chest, “This is over. NGAHHH!”

Frisk closed her eyes, waiting for the final blow. She should have listened to Flowey and not risk her. But now it was late. Frisk heard the sound of the spear flying toward it, approaching ... until another sharp blow stopped it all.

“Papyrus!” Undressing his name from Undyne's mouth, Frisk dared to open his eyes. In front of her, protecting her with his body was his savior, stopping the advance of the warrior. To one side she saw the broken spear, next to a pair of bones. Surely that was Papy's attack, Frisk thought.

"Are you all right, Frisk?" Asked the skeleton, casting a brief glance as he tried to catch the air. She nodded, unable to say anything, then Papyrus returned to the impressed Undyne, “You can’t go around attacking anyone you meet on the way, Undyne!”

"But ... Papyrus."

"You almost hurt my friend!"

"Friend? You can not be friends with her. She's a human!”

"Human? Oh, my God, Undyne, you see humans everywhere. She lives here, in the underground.”

"Papy." Frisk cut off his conversation, pulling on his scarf, having managed to get up. He turned, waiting, “Undyne's right”.

“What?” He shouted, exaggeratingly, “You say you ... Can’t you be my friend?”

“No, not that! I'm your friend and I want to stay that way! I mean I live in the ruins with my mother but I ... I'm human. She welcomed me when I fell seven years ago, just today. It's my birthday, "She said with a slight smile. She feared that this information would break the only friendship she had made after leaving the ruins.

"I can’t believe you didn’t tell me."

"I'm sorry, Papy ... I ... I thought it didn’t matter.”

“What it does not matter?” Papyrus suddenly lifted her over his head, again with his smile, “Birthdays are very important.”

“Uh? I ... I thought ... If I’m human ...”

"When  I saw you were a monster I didn’t know ... although I had the vague feeling that I had seen you before ... and to know what you are. But I don’t care. Human or monster, you're my friend and I'm not going to let them do anything to you.”

Papyrus put her down again, glad to have recovered Frisk's smile. A strong feeling filled him inside, something he hadn’t felt for some time. He couldn’t surrender or allow himself to be frightened by anyone, even if it was her old friend. The same who had called him useless, telling him that he would never enter the Royal Guard, which was only to waste her time. That day had lost its spirit, had surrendered. All his dreams, his illusions ... he thought he saw the bitter side of life, the one that his brother did no more than hide. But he wasn’t going to let himself be beaten by it. No, Frisk needed him, so, though terrified, he stood in front of Undyne with his arms in pitcher and full of magic.

"Do you hear me, Undyne? It's your last chance, come home and nothing will happen. Frisk is coming with me.”

“Huh?” Undyne stood still, that didn’t look like the Papyrus she knew, “Papyrus, you know how important it is that soul. We do not have to fight, give me the human. If you do ... yes, you can enter the Royal Guard. You have shown your courage and loyalty! Just ... get out and let me do my job.”

"No," said the skeleton, wavering, “I don’t want to enter to the Royal Guard at the expense of my integrity, Undyne. If you don’t give me another choice…” Papyrus had his head down, clenching his fists as he fought against himself, against his fear, “I'll face you.”

"Like you said?"

"I'll face you!" Papyrus looked up, determined. Meanwhile, a bone emerged from the magic, which he took in his hand, ready to fight, “Even if my bones tremble, I won’t give up. I give everything for the people that matter to me even if they don’t value it.”

Undyne didn’t know what to do. What she was least planning to do that day was fight against Papyrus, nor did she want to do it. He had been his friend, she respected him ... and if she gave him the slightest scratch, she was going to have a bad time. But Undyne couldn’t let go the human.

“Okay, If you want this…Wait, What the hell?”

Before she could do anything, Undyne was surrounded by blue bones, in a whirlwind impossible to flank. It wouldn’t last long, she know about Papyrus attacks. Frisk didn’t know about this, nor did she have more time to do so when Papyrus picked her up quickly and started running towards Snowdin carrying her.

"I'm sorry, Frisk, but I'm not strong enough to face Undyne. I'm going to take you to the safest place in the underground ... yes, there Undyne won’t do anything to you. Nyeh heh heh!”

"I hope it's not far. Papy, I'm going to pukeeee!”

She was going to die, if it weren’t for the spears, she would be killed by the madness of the skeleton. When some blood was flowing in her brain, she wondered what that safe place would be. Her surprise increases when Frisk see herself in front of the already familiar house of the brothers.

“But what…”

"Come in, Frisk, Here Sans and I will protect you. Well, that will be if those lazybones wake up.”

"It's late, it’s normal that he's asleep."

"You don’t know him, come on.

Frisk entered the house next to Papyrus. The lights were off so she couldn’t see anything, just the shadow of the TV, an old couch and little else, were very austere. The girl heard strange noises in the house.

"Papy? What is that?”

"What?"

“That noise.”

“Huh? Oh. "Papyrus looked, resigned, “Don’t worry, It’s a snore. Let's go to my room.”

"But it's very strong."

"I said we're going to my room!" Papyrus pushed the girl into the room. Before he followed her, Papyrus glared at his brother's room, “Even asleep you embarrass me, Sans.”

“... Zzzzz ...”

“I hate you.”

Papyrus closed the door behind him to mitigate the noise, Frisk had already forgotten about it, looking the little figures on his desk.

“Who's this?” she asked Papyrus, pointing to a figure of a robot with a human form and distilling glamor.

“Don’t you know Mettaton?” He said, more surprised when the girl shook her head, “But he's the biggest star on television. This is his second body, two years ago he changed his rectangular shape for this.”

"Toriel doesn’t have a television" Frisk said, “We like books. Like these.”

"Toriel? That was the name of the queen, Alphys told me. What a coincidence that your mother is called the same. Do you want to know what my favorite book is?”

Papyrus pulled out his copy of "Peek a boo with fluffy bunny" that caught the girl's attention.

“Oh, I love Fluffy bunny but I haven’t read this.”

“What? Is there more?”

"Yes, I have the second part, but not the first. I always wanted to read it.”

"This can not be possible," Papyrus said, looking worried about something, which also worried Frisk, who watched him expectantly, “You haven’t tasted my food, it's your birthday and we haven’t celebrated it and you haven’t read the first volume of our favorite book! It's fate, Frisk: I must protect you until you get everything important in your life. Yes, fate put you on my way in the woods.”

"And he made you my escort." Frisk lunged to embrace Papyrus, “Well, the Great Papyrus takes care of me, how lucky I am.”

"Nyeh?" Frisk had already hugged her so she don’t see the face of the skeleton. That she had used that adjective ... he couldn’t believe that Frisk had seen him with such good eyes, just like himself before that.

He had no time to react when loud knocks on the front door made the whole house shake.

"Papyrus!" Open me, damn it! NGAHH! PAPYRUUUUUSS!”

"It's Undyne," said the skeleton, making sure his door was locked tight, “I didn’t expect her to find us so fast. How did she know I was here?”

"What do we do now?" Frisk asked.

"Undyne is very stubborn. She will come in and fight with you. Hmmm ... maybe there is a safer place than this, where she won’t hurt you. Frisk, you must go home.

"To the ruins?"

"She can’t cross the door. Undyne hasn’t done anything to you these years because you were there. I stop her enough so that when she comes back to chase you,  you're home.”

"But ... in the forest ... that voice.”

"It's true, I forgot it. Wait, I have an idea." Papyrus summoned one of his bones and handed it to Frisk, “You're not disarmed, if it appears, you hit him and run home. Understood?”

"Yes." Frisk gave Papyrus the last farewell hug, “Thanks for being my friend. As soon as everything calms down, I'm going to call you.”

"And I'll take you a plate of my spaghetti." The noises of the door grew louder, she open it soon. For more trouble, his brother had awakened, ready to open it. And Undyne hadn’t given him time to inform Sans of the situation, “Quick you have to go! But the door isn’t the best option. I know, from here she won’t see you.”

"Through the window?" But Papy, is very high.

“Don't Worry, trust me. Nyeehhh ...”

"... Aaahhhh." Frisk flew out the window of Papyrus's room, toward the ground. Before she landed Frisk felt an energy that was trying to dampen her fall ... and he did it for a couple of seconds, before stamping it to the ground.

I was wrong. I have not used my blue attack for a long time. Oops.

- ... You could have said it before, Papyrus. Auch.