#though would undyne be able to keep control over herself or not is a question tho

[messedupessy]

if you're still taking those, i wracked my head a bit cause i love the vs. scenarios and what about *breathes in* boney vs. classic undyne *0* (i was thinking they would have very different fighting styles??..) OwO

I sure am still taking these ye UwU and ohhh bless this is a tough one!

Undyne would totally want to fight him, Boney not so much because he could get dirty and stuff but he can’t help but to accept a duel if he is feeling up for it so they would prolly end up sparring/dueling sometime, maybe, she would prolly insist and ask/demand for them to fight and he would give in just to get it over with pfft

But on who would win… I am actually unsure of xD as Boney is like elegant fencing/sword fighter, light on his feet and prone to cheating, Undyne on the other hand is mostly all force but its kind of elegant too in its own way. 

Both of them are very fast and use speed while fighting to their advantage, like how in UT Undyne uses those arrows that just goes faster and faster, and Boney fences and you need to be fast and stuff to hit your opponent I think pfft! And like Undyne is super frikking strong she can lift boulders and stuff, and she seems to get stronger when enraged tho she also makes mistakes but they are few as she still like hits her opponent

So the outcome could vary, Undyne is probably way stronger than Boney when it comes to pure force and so on but Boney have a habit of cheating and coming up with ways to defeat an opponent who is stronger than him so he could defeat her but only if he succeeds in doing so before she gets to him, as her attacks like comes from all directions which is hard to avoid and get out of the way of.

But in conclusion Undyne would probably be the one who would win the most, but it’s not completely certain as Boney do have many tricks up his sleeves but it would be very hard for him to do it xD  

Send me a VS, Or, Or + read the post and yes pls send moar

[lover-of-skellies]

A Way Out

((An OC insert where my girl Adrienne loses everyone she's ever cared for and has to face off with Chara. She would've lost too, if it wasn't for the guardian of negativity himself, deciding to intervene and save her ass. She's healed up and taken back to the castle, and when she wakes up, he has what seems like the best offer she's ever been given. Does she shake his hand and accept the offer, or does she refuse and die?))

***CONTAINS FIGHTING, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, KNIVES, CHARA, AND TEMPORARY EYE LOSS***

Adrienne had felt her heart sink at the unfortunate discovery she'd made; the dust scattered over the snow, pieces of armor, and an all too familiar tattered red scarf. Tears pricked at her eyes and a lump formed in her throat as she reached out, her shaky hands delicately plucking the scarf from the snow. She gently brushed the snow and loose dust off of it, then wrapped the item around her slender neck in the same fashion she'd always seen Papyrus wearing it, briefly glancing down at the ground. At the sight of tracks clearly left by sneakers, her eyes widened, tears now freely rolling down her face.

She knew exactly whose sneakers left the trail, and her heart sank even further. Not wanting to waste another moment, she began to race toward judgement hall; from having visited a few times before, it was fairly easy to find. As she reached the hall, she sucked in a deep breath, placing a hand on the large wooden door and pushing it open.

And she immediately wished she hadn't. 

Aside from leftover bone attacks made by Sans and the fallen human's blood, she let out a choked sob; at the far end of the hall, there was an unmistakable pile of dust, and what was clearly her best friend's favorite jacket. Grey eyes widening again, she ran to where the jacket laid, falling to her knees and gently running her fingertips over the fur lined hood. Her heart broke as the realization finally sunk in; she'd lost two of the only people she had ever truly cared for.

It began with Queen Toriel, and was followed later by King Asgore, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Grillby, and even Flowey. Not even the innocent monster children had been spared, and the fallen human had left everything in ruin. Not a single monster remained.

Scooping up the jacket and hugging it close to her chest, she let out a loud, broken sob, her voice echoing fainting in the vastness of the corridor. Wailing in agony as she mourned her lost friends, she failed to notice the figure approaching behind her.

Hearing the absolutely deep sigh, she found herself scooting away from its source, clinging to Sans' jacket as if it were a lifeline. The figure peered at her through glowing crimson eyes that were partially shrouded by a brown fringe. Once a normal child, it's lips were now curled upward into an amused grin, "And then there was one. Hold still, girlie, and I'll make this quick." 

This wasn't a child anymore... whatever it was, it was the physical embodiment of evil itself.

Adrienne loosened her grip on the jacket, her body trembling as she slowly slid the item on and zipped it up, careful not to snag Papyrus' scarf. Rearranging her look of complete brokenness into a weak attempt at defiance, she growled softly, teeth bared, "You.... What have you done?" 

Casually shrugging and holding up a knife, the figure smiled again, tilting its head, "I killed them, you dummy. With all the blood and dust, what else could I have done?" 

She could hardly believe how casual and relaxed this being was; they admitted to murdering everyone she'd ever loved, and they spoke of it as if it was nothing more than a mundane task. Her stomach churned, and she hissed, "You're the worst... How could you do something like this? What did they ever do to you?.... All... all my friends are gone now, because of you." 

Humming softly in confirmation, the figure only grinned proudly, completely devoid of remorse and regret, "I know. I did it because I wanted to... didn't think I really needed a reason." 

The teen rose to her feet, balling her hands into fists, "If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna kill you. Unless you have something constructive to say, shut the fuck up." Still totally at ease, the figure raised an eyebrow, "Wow, that wasn't very nice, y'know." It took a step closer to her, and in response, she took a step back, her attention focused entirely on the entity before her. Sighing, the figure made a face, seeming to be contemplating something before speaking, "Something constructive, let's see... well, our buddy Papyrus, for starters. You wouldn't believe how much of a fight he put up. If I was even a little bit careless, he would've had me. And then Sans... well. We know how Sans can be. He saw what was left of his baby brother, and he came at me with all he had. It didn't take long for him to run out of magic. If it helps you feel better though, he was thinking about you when he was turning to dust. He called out to Papyrus, and then he called out to you... you must be pretty special to him, huh?" 

Adrienne felt her bottom lip tremble as she stared at the figure, her disbelief fading and giving way to grief. She allowed herself another moment of silence, more tears rolling down her cheeks, before her left eye suddenly flared up, igniting with her magic as her look of sadness shifted into a scowl, her voice calm and unexpectedly even, "...You have until the count of three to get out of my sight. If I reach three, you're dead." 

The figure, visibly intrigued by her now glowing eye hummed, lips curling into a devious grin, "Well well, that's a pretty eye you've got there. When I kill you, maybe I'll take it for myself." Adrienne scoffed, choosing not to respond as she began her countdown.

"One."

The figure remained where they stood, still wearing the same stupid, smug, evil grin. Totally unphased by the situation. 

"Two."

As a multitude of bone attacks and icicles began to form, the figures grin started to falter and they unconsciously took a step back away from her, suddenly appearing much less confident than before, "Hey... What the hell is all this about?"

Their question went unanswered, and her eye began glowing much brighter, "Three." 

All of the attacks shot at the figure at once, several of them managing to impale their small, deceptively fragile form.

Adrienne flipped the hood of the jacket up over her face, her voice shaking as she approached the figure, stuffing her hands into her pockets, "I warned you, brat... don't you ever come back here again." Her moment of silence didn't last, interrupted by the faint sound of buzzing, resembling the whir of a machine somewhere. Summoning more bone shaped ice attacks, she slowly turned to look around, surveying her surroundings. 

What she wasn't prepared for though was the figure she'd just killed, standing several meters away and grinning at her, in perfectly good condition again. It must've seen the confusion and disbelief written on her face, laughing softly, "Resetting is such a wonderful little skill I have... sure, you can kill me if you want, but no matter how many times you cut me down, I'll always come back. That's something Sans had to learn the hard way too." She launched her ice attack, but this time, the figure dodged and darted at her with an unforeseeable amount of speed, her eyes widening in fear as she sidestepped the first attack, grabbing the figure by its wrist and trying to turn the blade against it instead of herself. Then to her horror, multiple other knives, all glowing a vibrant shade of red, began to materialize in the air around her. She tried to release her grip on the figures wrist, but to no avail. No matter what she did, she couldn't make her hand let go of the figure. 

As the blades all slowly turned to aim at her, the figure grinned, their facial features contorting into what she could only describe as a demonic expression. Her heart began to race, and the figure tilted its head, amused as the first knife came sailing downward and plunging into one of her arms, earning a shrill scream from her. The blade had pierced her arm, and she screamed again as it ripped through the opposite side of her arm as well, blood immediately beginning to seep out of the injury. A second knife flew at her as well, sheathing itself in her back, dangerously close to her spine. Another scream tore out of her again and she sobbed brokenly, in too much shock to move her body.

The figure grinned maliciously, moving closer and resting a hand on her face, gently shushing her. When she became louder instead, she felt a sharp pain in her left eye; the figure scowled at her, their thumb now almost fully lodged in her socket, "I asked you nicely to shut up. No one wants to hear your pathetic whining." Screaming again as they scraped a nail against the back of her socket, a familiar warm, red substance ran down her face, she felt her body twitch, all of her partially materialized ice attacks dropping to the floor.

The figure watched her quietly for a moment before almost purring, refusing to remove their thumb from her socket, "And here I thought you might actually be a challenge. Tch. Shame... I'm disappointed in you. I'm sure your beloved skeletons would be pretty let down too." Squeezing her good eye shut, she whimpered, her tears seeming to multiply as she weakly whispered, her voice trembling, "If you're gonna kill me, then do it already, damnit." 

A third knife came sailing down, sinking its blade into one of her thighs and earning another pained scream. The figure scoffed at her, raising an eyebrow, "Since when were you the one in control here?" 

Before she was able to form a reply, a black mass appeared, phasing out of the shadows and watching the two of them with a single cyan eye, clearly interested in what was happening. A tendril coated by what looked to be tar shot out from the mass, wrapping tightly around the figures neck and roughly yanking them backward, causing Adrienne to collapse on the ground, yelping in pain and pressing a hand over her empty socket. Hearing the sounds of another battle, she turned her attention away from the figure and the odd black mass, looking toward the pile of dust that used to be her best friend.

She blinked, silently weeping as his form appeared. Though ghostly in appearance, he offered her a warm, sharp-toothed grin, his single gold tooth glinting under the light of the hall. Letting out a soft sigh, the apparition offered her a hand, his gruff voice low, "C'mon kiddo... Let's get your ass back to bed. It's late, y'know."

Her voice shook, only coming out as a whisper as she raised a hand and reached out to the apparition of Sans, "I know, Sans... 'm sorry I left..." As her vision became blurry, the apparition solidified, but she could've sworn she watched it turn black.

Feeling each of the knives be removed from her body, she could only whimper, too weak to fight as the black mass moved closer, the warmth of healing magic surrounding her wounds and sealing them up. Her eye had even been restored, much to her pleasant surprise. She was lifted up by an inky tendril, drifting in and out of consciousness as she was carried out of the hall.

Beginning to awaken later on, she slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes, squinting as she took in her surroundings; she was in a luxurious black and deep purple bed with satin and silk covers, and there was so little lighting that it was nearly impossible to see. Goosebumps prickled at her skin and her heart stopped as she looked down at herself, seeing that her scarf and jacket had vanished. Eyes wide as she began to panic, she pulled the covers back and slid out of bed, taking a single step and yelping as the muscles in her legs convulsed, giving out beneath her. Before she had a chance to hit the thinly carpeted floor, some unknown object looped around her waist, easily catching her.

Though she was relieved, she was also unnerved; who could've caught her? The room was so dark, so how could this mystery person have been able to see where she was?

A deep chuckle could be heard from in front of her and a chill ran down her spine. As a single cyan eye opened and cast it's eerie glow down on her, she froze, immediately remembering the battle in judgement hall. At a loss for words, she could only stare, watching as the goop covered skeleton cocked his head to the side, "If you wanted these so badly, you could've just asked, little one." A tendril snaked out from behind him, her jacket and scarf held loosely in its grasp. Despite the feeling of another tendril still around her waist, she acted on impulse, reaching out to the items of clothing, desperation crossing her expression. The black mass simply tsked and moved her closer to himself with the first tendril, lifting her again so they could be eye level with each other, "Ah ah, not yet. I'll return them to you, but you have to answer some questions first. Do you think you could do that?" Adrienne swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded slowly. Pleased with her compliance, he hummed, "Good... That'll only make things easier. You're in no shape to fight anytime soon, and I really wouldn't want to have to hurt you." Her eyes widened and her pulse quickened, earning another chuckle from him, "You're adorable this way... maybe I'll keep you around. Who knows. Either way, do you have a name?" 

The teen nodded again, her voice barely audible, "...Adrienne. My name is Adrienne." "'Dark one', huh?... That's interesting. Now tell me, what were you doing when I found you in that hall?" Memories flickered in her mind and she cleared her throat, hesitating a brief moment, "I was trying to avenge my friends. That human... the one I was fighting. They killed everyone, everyone I had ever cared for. I was alone and upset, and I wanted to make the fallen human pay." The mass made a soft sound of understanding, listening intently before posing another question, "The people you lost... what were they to you? Just friends and acquaintances? No mate, by any chance?" Cheeks flushing a faint shade of pink, she shook her head, "No, I didn't have a mate... they were all my friends, and some of them were even like family to me, though. They cared for me when no one else would."

Tugging her closer to himself, he lowered his voice slightly, "I see. If you could get them back, how much would you be willing to sacrifice?" The teen furrowed her brow, "I'd give anything. If it meant I could get them back and that I wouldn't lose any of them again, I'd even give up parts of myself." A clearly interested, satisfied purr rumbled in his chest as he pressed further, "Would you be willing to sacrifice your humanity?... All your morals and concerns, all your logic and your fear? Your soul, perhaps?" Frown deepening, she nodded slowly, her voice a whisper, "Yes. If I could have back the monsters I love, then I'd give all of it away. I'm nothing without them." 

The black mass grinned widely, offering her a bony hand, "My name is Nightmare, and I can make that happen. All you have to do is shake my hand, Adrienne." She stared at his hand for a moment, clearly hesitant to do as he'd asked. Grin faltering, he sighed, "I can feel how sad and lonely you are without them, and I know you're scared. In order to get them back though, you must trust me. As of right now, I mean you no harm. I'm your ally here, and I protect my own. You'll be safe, and you'll be with me, along with others that can understand the pain you're feeling. You won't be alone anymore." Hope blossomed in her chest and she looked back at him, meeting his gaze, "If I agree, you promise you'll get back my friends?" The goop covered skeleton hummed in confirmation, "Of course, little one. It's a promise." Sucking in a deep breath, she reached out and shook his hand.

Tightening his grip on her hand, he pulled her closer, delicately pushing her hair back out of her face to examine her eye, "I'm so glad you agreed... You won't regret this, Adrienne. I'll need to change the mark on your eye though. It'll be my mark instead of the old one, and even though it'll be different, your magic will remain totally unaffected." She hummed softly in understanding, trying her best to hold still as he continued observing her eye. Then to her surprise, his pointer finger and thumb shifted, holding her eye wide open as a third tendril appeared, drifting closer to her face. Feeling her anxiety spike, Nightmare smiled slightly, "Don't move, alright? It may sting and cause your eye to water up, but that's normal and the stinging will eventually go away." 

She took a deep breath, doing her best to relax again as she listened quietly, hearing Nightmare begin to chant something unintelligible under his breath. As the tendril moved closer, the very tip of the appendage pressed into her eye just over her iris and pupil, and she hissed, balling her hands into fists. The appendage receded, vanishing behind Nightmare's back, and that's when the stinging began. At first it was tolerable, but as it grew more intense, her eye watered up and she squirmed, whining softly in discomfort. She raised a hand to rub her eye, but a dark, skeletal hand firmly grabbed her wrist, stopping her, "Not a good idea, little one. If you do that, you may just go blind." She whined again and he chuckled, placing his free hand on her head, "It'll be over soon... until then, I think some more rest would benefit you." A wave of sleepiness washed over Adrienne and her body went limp, her eyes slowly drifting shut. Once he was sure that she was fully asleep, Nightmare delicately placed her back down on her bed, laying the scarf and jacket beside her.

Leaning over her, he carefully opened her left eye again, his grin becoming darker and much more malicious as he took note of her eye's condition; the white of her eye was now black, her iris had vanished, and all that remained of her pupil was a small, white crescent moon shape. 

It'd be interesting when she woke up again, and he almost couldn't wait to see what would happen.

As she began to stir a while later, she took notice of the scarf and jacket beside her, slowly sitting up in bed and slipping them on. She tried her hardest to remember the events that took place in judgement hall, but all she could think of was finding the ashes of the skeletons brothers scattered everywhere. She remembered fighting, blood, and getting her eye gouged out, and she remembered the apparition of Sans.

Her lips curled into a wide, manic smile, and despite the tears running down her face, she began to laugh. 

She laughed and laughed, until her sides ached and her face was stained red from tears, and as she got out of bed, her heart leapt in her chest as the sight of the apparition of Sans passed by her open doorway. Eagerly bounding after him, she called out his name, eyes wide and full of excitement and curiosity. Reaching the end of the corridor and seeing that he was nowhere in sight, she made a face, pausing to glance at herself in a mirror.

Seeing her eye, she burst into another fit of laughter, and her entire world went black.

[undertalethingies]

The Third Worst Day

Loosely inspired by the ninth chapter of @undertalethingems Unexpected Guests comic, and by the end of John Mulaney’s Delta Airlines bit. (“In fact, we’re gonna frame you for MURDER! [...] ~Because we’re Delta Airlines, and life is a fucking nightmare~”)

Sans was not having the shittiest day of his life, because everyone was on the surface and Frisk was being nice this timeline. 

The second shittiest day, though- well, no, not that either, technically speaking. Nothing was on fire except maybe Undyne’s house underground, and that just because no one could be bothered to put it out when everyone was moving to the surface anyway. (Please don’t ask about the second shittiest day of Sans’ life, he will not tell you and will instead have flashbacks)

Ugh, it was really indicative that this BS only ranked third.

So, the curtain opens on the third shittiest day of Sans’ life, and maybe, like, the eighth worst thing to ever happen to him.

What could be bad enough to rank on Sans’ top ten worst days list, though? (which is a list he actually made once, as a joke, and then he looked at it and kind of wanted to cry, before laughing instead because that’s just how Sans copes with things)

Well, you see, he was being framed for murder.

Flowey, specifically, was currently attempting to frame him for the death of the old royal scientist, W.D Gaster, who Sans had met maybe once in his entire life.

Admittedly, the fact that he actually remembered said meeting, and that there had been a previous royal scientist at all, was highly unusual.

He didn’t remember for anywhere close to the reasons Flowey was insinuating, though. No, the reason Sans remembered the old royal scientist had very little to do with the scientist himself and a lot more to do with how remembering across timelines was triggered in the first place.

Cross-timeline memory retention (which are the Official Science Words for it) was triggered by high levels of Determination. No more, no less. And Sans had very high DT levels for a monster. It was pretty much the only reason he’d managed to make it to adulthood with just a single point of HP to his name. (Undyne remembered a bit too, he suspected, though he’d never called her on it)

So the reason Sans remembered the existence of Gaster was the same reason he had what little knowledge he did of the RESETs, though he remembered far less of those, due to having fewer triggers for the memories to resurface. (The fact that no one knew who had built the CORE had been enough for Sans’ mind to fill in the blanks)

Flowey was saying that Sans remembered because he’d known the guy, which was just flat out wrong. The weed was insinuating that Sans couldn’t possibly due the things he did without being a scientist, which was partially true, and finally accusing him of killing Gaster, either to steal his research or because Sans was the Judge, (Nice of Flowey to out him, the little shit) which was blatant slander.

Sans could see that the others (excluding Alphys, who knew the story was bullshit) didn’t want to believe what Flowey was saying, but he could also see that, despite that fact, he was still convincing them.

Flowey, after all, was a very skilled liar. Especially when it came to convincing people of crazy backstories he’d concocted on the spot. It made sense, since he’d had rather a lot of practice.

As Flowey finished his story, Sans looked at Alphys. He texted her a question about an old promise he’d made to her that was suddenly not one he was sure he should keep. (He’d do it anyway, if she asked, but breaking it would make disproving Flowey’s allegations that much easier.)

“And that’s why- are you on your PHONE?” Flowey interrupted himself, looking hilariously offended for someone who was actively framing a guy for murder.

“Is that how little you care? You killed him and you can’t even be bothered to hear out the allegation?” Oh, so that’s how he was playing it. Sans narrowed his eyes, just a bit, before responding.

“eh, you looked like you were having fun. wouldn’t want to interrupt, ya know?” Earlier in the conversation, when Sans was still actively participating, Flowey had interrupted him several times. Alphys snickered at his jab, and hit the send button on her phone.

Sans checked the text, and inwardly sighed in relief. Seemed like he could take the easy way out here.

“Sans, please put away your phone. This is a serious conversation,” Toriel said. Sans supposed he had to agree to disagree on that one. This wasn’t much of a conversation at all as much as it was Flowey using his knowledge to manipulate the room in a way that allowed him to frame Sans for murder.

“yeah, don’t worry, tori. it was relevant,” She looked as if she doubted that, but she didn’t say anything. Sans sent Alphys a quick thank-you and stuck the offending device back in his pocket. He turned to look at Flowey, who probably would have shrunk from the ice in his gaze if Flowey had ever bothered to figure out how to read his expressions.

“so, you done, pal?” There were several winces around the room at the vitriol present in his tone, but none of them belonged to Flowey.

“Yeah, I think I’ve made my point pretty clear!” Flowey looked positively cheerful at the thought.

“good, ‘cause i’m getting pretty tired of hearing you speak. don’t want a repeat of the last time you tried something like this, right?” Last time Flowey had attempted something like this with Sans present, the weed had still been in control of the timeline. Sans had killed him before he could even finish his speech.

“Ha! You wouldn’t dare! Not when Frisk is-” Flowey cut himself off before he could dig all three of them (four of them?) into a hole they really wouldn’t be able to talk their way out of. Frisk shot him a glare, with an expression that said they’d probably kill Flowey themselves, if he didn’t shut his trap. The weed gulped audibly.

“A-anyway! Are you gonna explain yourself, trashbag?” Papyrus made the same pinched expression he always did when Flowey used that particular moniker.

“heh. sure, why not,” Sans’ grin turned predatory. 

“i’m not gonna bother asking you to back your claims with evidence, since we both know you don’t actually have any,” Flowey narrowed his eyes, probably thinking of a thousand ways to justify that, but Sans continued without giving a chance.

“you’re right that i used to be a scientist, so kudos for that, i guess. my leaving the field had nothing to do with gaster, though. it actually happened quite a while after that,” Sans preferred not to talk about this, but with Flowey forcing his hand, it seemed like the simplest solution.

“my leaving had nothing to do with gaster, and everything to do with the experiments that got alph fired,”

--

When Sans had been younger and more optimistic, he’d wanted to be a scientist more than anything in the world. He’d spend hours combing through the dump for old textbooks, and the few he found, he’d pore over until he had them practically memorized.

So when an ad went out saying that the new royal scientist was looking for an assistant, he’d jumped at the opportunity. Sans had spent hours studying for the required tests, barely even eating in his complete dedication to the task before him.

Sans didn’t know whether he’d had the highest score, or if he’d been selected for his blue magic, (a rare ability that was extremely useful for engineering) or if had simply been because he lived so close to the lab at the time, but he got the job. He’d celebrated for a day straight, and would probably have irritated the hell out of Papyrus if they’d been living together at the time. (Sans was in that young adult phase where he lived alone in a shitty apartment because he was trying to be independent)

When he’d first met Alphys, he was not ashamed to admit to having geeked out a bit. She was considered one of the greatest minds of their generation, after all. 

He’d tried to keep it to a minimum, though, (correctly) figuring that she wouldn’t have much use for him as an assistant if he was too busy with hero worship to contribute anything.

Though they’d been awkward together at first, they’d quickly warmed up to each other, and soon at least half of the new innovations exiting the lab had their roots in Sans’ ideas as much as Alph’s.

Quickly enough, they’d become best friends.

And then…

Then had come the Determination experiments.

Both Alphys and Sans had agreed it would be best not to allow the amalgamates out of the True Lab. Alphys had confined herself to her workplace, moving in a bed and her anime collection so she’d only have to leave for the occasional grocery run.

Sans had kept his status as her assistant under wraps, though, so he didn’t have to worry about being cornered by the victims’ families like she did. Papyrus had mentioned recently that he was looking for someone to go in halfsies with him on a housing lease in Snowdin, so Sans did what he did best, and ran away from his problems, packing his stuff and moving just about as far from Hotland as it was possible to get without entering the Ruins.

He and Alph stayed friends, though. When you’re the only two people who know about a catastrophic disaster like that, it kinda brings you together.

--

Sans finished his explanation with a nod to Alphys, before saying,

“and as for gaster, the only connection i’ve got to the guy is that i named an attack after him in honor of his scientific prowess,”

The room was silent for a few moments as everyone thought through his words. Suddenly, Flowey said,

“Yeah, that’s all well and good, but how did you even know about him? Everyone else forgot he ever existed!” Sans smiled secretively.

“probably the same way you do, asriel,” Let no one say he couldn’t give as good as he got. If Sans had to share his backstory, well.

Might as well take the flower down with him.

[canadian-buckbeaver]

Fell’s Invasion - Ch. 6

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Blue found that getting home to the labs was a lot harder than it normally was that particular day.  It was indeed as Fell Papyrus had said.  It was becoming a lot harder to stay safe.

First, it seemed every single Fell monster was out and on the streets today, making it nearly impossible to travel undetected through Snowdin.  Some looked to be cleaning or repairing parts of the town, others setting up some dark-looking decorations.  Not to mention that they all seemed very anxious, on high-alert and whispering amongst themselves.  But, why today of all days?  Fell hadn’t said that anything was going on.  Though he had hinted that there was something.  Blue snorted.  What was with all the Papyruses giving half answers?  Would it break their bones to give a full answer?  Yes, no and why?  It would be infinitely more helpful, and easier.

As a result of the increased traffic, he was constantly hiding or running into the alleyways to escape the monsters’ sight.  ‘This is becoming ridiculous,’ he thought, stewing as he hid behind a garbage can waiting for yet another monster in Underfell armour to walk past him.  Even when he and Papy had been first hunting for food in the middle of the day it hadn’t been this active.  He hadn’t seen the street so busy since before Underfell took over.  That thought made him swallow hard against the lump in his throat.  He couldn’t think about the beautiful past right now though.  Couldn’t think of the good old days.  That thought would only distract him and cause him to be clumsy, make mistakes, perhaps even be captured.  Too many were counting on him for that.  Once the monster had passed, Blue took another quick scan up and down the street.  It appeared to be clear…

Clear for now.

Taking a chance he tightened the straps of the bag he wore around his body and held the precious satchel of clean food from Fell closer to him.  Taking one last look around he burst out of his hiding place and took off down the street, ducking into a nearby alley in one of his own non-magical shortcuts to the lab.

Perhaps if Blue had been a little more thorough in his scanning he would have seen them.  There was a small group of three skeletons, luckily for him not of Underfell, just sitting on a nearby roof, observing the chaos and confusion.  There was the skeleton that his brother said looked exactly like him, from his short stature, to his blue bandana, to his battle body.  Another was larger than the others, mostly dark but with multi-coloured bones.  This one appeared to coming in and out of focus frequently.  He was holding hands with a slightly smaller skeleton, coloured in clothes which seemed to be splashes of different coloured paint, a large paintbrush strapped to his back, and an ever so rounded ectobelly poking from the utility belt.  They watched him run off, but didn’t say a word to one another.  The colourful one squeezed hands with the dark one, as if bracing for the upcoming fall out.

* * * * *

Blue bolted through the secured doors of the lab and slammed them hard behind him, locking and ensuring the security system was reengaged.  Once he was satisfied, he entered the true lab.

He wasn’t sure what to expect really.  From the tone of Papy’s voice something was going on.  Something big.  He was ashamed to admit but he had been expecting, upon entering, to see the lab in full-meltdown mode.  Would it be dramatic of him to imagine a high-pitched, repeating siren, steam or smoke, some flashing red lights perhaps?  Undyne, Nappstabot and Papyrus running around dramatically, screaming, with hands up in the air?

To his surprise (and utmost relief) he saw none of this.  The computers appeared to be functioning normally, although a bit dusty and wheezy, and it even looked like Undyne had been able to connect to the cameras that she had originally placed around Underswap.  She was sitting at one of the outdated computers, furiously typing away and muttering to herself and to it.  She was definitely paler around the gills than normal, her red bun a straggly mess of escaping hair.  Though her hair seemed to be the least of her worries as he watched her grit her pointed teeth and continue to mash buttons on the keyboard.  Something, indeed, was very, very wrong.

But what?

“Hey, Undyne?”  he called out, cautiously making his way towards her.

Undyne gasped and whirled around, instantly killing her feed.  That… that was odd.  Blue knew that was rough on computers, Undyne would never do that to her modern day machines, let alone these ‘garbage machines’.  If Blue hadn’t had any doubts before, he would certainly have them now, as that was highly suspicious.  What didn’t she want him to see?

“Oh… Oh!  Blue!  You’re back!”  she smiled, the muscle reflex not reaching or lighting her eyes.  “That’s… that’s good!  Papyrus will be happy….  I mean.  I’m happy too!  So very glad you’re back Sans!”  she said, not meeting his gaze.

“Is….  Is there something wrong Undyne?”  he asked, although already knowing there was.  Maybe he could help out with something.  He had been in training for the Guard after all, part of their duties was to give help when needed to whoever needed it.

Undyne furiously shook her head.  “No!  No, everything is under control here, Sansy!”  she said, chocking out a forced, high-pitched, extremely fake laugh.  Blue blinked in surprise.  This definitely wasn’t the Undyne who would sit on the couch and watch anime with Alphys and him.  This one, he had never seen before.

Something was very, very wrong here, and Blue was desperate to find out what it was.

“Yo, yo, yo!”  a familiar robotic voice came from behind him.

Undyne let out a large sigh of relief.  “Ah Nappstabot,”  she said speaking to the humanoid machine, “do you mind helping Blue with the food he’s found and then showing him the ‘special project’ that we have for him?”

Special project had to be code for something, Blue quickly realized.  But what?  What was so secretive?

And why was he being treated like a baby bones again, in war all of all things?  

Nappstabot blinked his optical sensors at Undyne before rearranging his facial mechanics into a confused expression.  “Special Project?”  he asked.

Undyne flushed.  “Yes.”  She said, “do you remember the ‘special project’ that we had discussed with Papyrus for Sans today?  I need you to help him with that.”  she prodded, sounding more irate.

“I’m sorry Undyne,” Nappstabot said, “that request just does not compute with my circuits.”  He looked generally apologetic for this.

Well, as unapologetic as a hunk of metal could look.

Blue swore that Undyne was about to pull out her hair.  She gave a short screech before marching up to Nappstabot and shaking him.  “Listen here, you rusty bucket of bolts!”  She snapped, “The ‘special project’.”  She repeated.  “Code 5-2-3, Arctic Fox, Toto.  Understand?  Do you compute?”  she snapped.

Nappstabot’s eyes went blank for a second, before reappearing.  “Understood ma’am.”  He said before turning back to Blue, smiling brightly.  “Come on Blue!”  he said, “Let’s go to the kitchen and see what you got!  Then after perhaps we can make a puzzle or play a game.”

Blue looked between Nappstabot and Undyne.  Undyne had just accessed and requested that a program be run in Nappstabot’s circuits, one that was designed to keep him distracted and away from the others, that much he was sure.  But, that raised three other very important questions.

First of all: Why?  Why would Undyne and or Papyrus do something like that?  

Second:  What on Toriel’s ground was going on?

Third:  “Where’s Papyrus?”  he asked the two monsters.

Nappstabot shook his head.  “Papyrus will be back soon.”  He said.  “I noticed that he was just entering in the security code of the doors while you were talking to Undyne.  He’ll be inside in no time.”

Blue took a step back towards the exit then.  “In that case I better go unlock the doors then.  He’s going to be wanting to come in quickly.”

Undyne loosened a quick, sharp yelp and Nappstabot grabbed a firm hold on Blue’s shoulder.  “That isn’t necessary Blue,”  he said, “he’ll be in soon.  He’s a true dawg, after all.  How about you and I put the food away and then play a game?”  he suggested again.  “You and I haven’t hung out much since this whole invasion started.”

Blue took another step backwards.  He was starting to feel scared now.  Undyne and Nappstabot were clearly trying to distract him from something.  Had something happened to Pappy?  Had Blue taken too long in getting home and Papyrus gotten worried, went out and started looking for him?  Perhaps he was captured by the Fell monsters!  Oh, Stars!  He didn’t know what he would do without his brother.  His breaths became more ragged and quicker, his eye lights shrinking and becoming tiny blue pinpricks of light, he was truly beginning to panic now.  He fell to knees and hid his skull in his gloves.

“Undyne…” he panted, “I want… I want Papyrus… what happened?  I need to know?  I need to help.  Don’t leave me in the dark about my brother.  He’s all I have…”  Blue continued to break down and babble, the bottled up stress finally finding an outlet.

He had just taken a breath to continue when he heard footsteps from behind him.  In seconds he was scooped in a familiar honey-smelling embrace.  “Hey there, buddy.”  The smoker’s voice said.  “Breathe in.  Hold.  And breathe out for me… I’m right here… I’m right here…”

Blue seized his brother and pulled him close, giving a relieved little whimper.  He hid his skull into the orange sweater and inhaled deeply, tasting and smelling the fabric.  It smelled of his brother.  All honey and smoke.  It took more than a couple minutes before Blue let loose another gasp and looked up at his brother.  Those lazy eyes were looking him over, his drawl a little harder than normal as he scanned him, looking for any injury.

“I’m fine, Paps…” he sniffed.

Papyrus frowned.  “Fine does not make for a full break down on the floor.  Tell me the truth.”

Blue sighed before frowning.  He could do this.  Breathe.  “You guys are being secretive again.  I asked Undyne where you were and she said ‘back soon’.  That answers all of nothing.  I started thinking that you were captured…”

“Ahhh….”  The hoodie monster frowned.  “That would be my fault.  I told her to say something…”  

He shot a sideways look at the fish monster who flushed.  “You try making something up on the spot.”  She shot at him, huffing and turning her back on the skeleton brothers.

His brother sighed and pinched his nasal cavity.  “Anyways.  I was on a very special mission.”  He said with a small wink.  “Your lazy brother hasn’t been so lazy lately.”

Blue huffed at him.  “Papyrus…” he started to be stern but then broke eye contact.  “This isn’t how I wanted you to be less lazy…” he said quietly.

“I know bro… but hopefully I just gave us a huge advantage in this war.”  Stretch smiled at his beloved sibling, this time the smile meeting his sockets, an extra sparkle reaching them.  One that hadn’t been lit for a long time now.

Blue’s eyes widened.  If that was true… to say the least that would be fantastic news.  Push the Underfell creatures out faster than sitting around, waiting for Queen Toriel’s orders.  “Well… are you going to keep me in the dark?  What was your mission?”  Blue demanded.

“This must be your brother.  ‘Blue’ you said, right Papyrus?”  a deep, friendly voice said behind him.  

Blue slowly turned around silently.  There was a towering new monster behind him.  His blonde hair and goatee was tangled and filled with leaves and twigs, both his fine, white fur and royal purple robe was covered with dirt, mud, and tiny scrapes and scratches.  But those hazel eyes were as warm and friendly as the queen had once described.  “King Asgore!”  Blue smiled.  The gatekeeper of the ruins would always be the king in his mind.

Asgore smiled at the little blue skeleton.  “By the stars above, he’s even cuter than you said that he is.”  he told Papyrus.

Papyrus snickered.  “Nyeh heh heh… I get that a lot…”

Blue positively vibrated with excitement.  Asgore, the king of Underswap, was here!  It was as Papy said, this was a huge win for them.  This is one monster that the Underfell monsters would not get.  That, he swore to the stars.

Undyne’s voice pulled them from the minor celebration that was happening, and back into their cruel, harsh reality.  “Papyrus.  Are you serious about Blue seeing everything?  Knowing everything?”  Blue looked over at her.  Her blue face was pale, and her voice had a new, more violent quiver to it that Blue did not like.

Those feelings returned.  Something big was happening.  Something terrible.  But he had to know.  He was of age damnit.  It was because he was so small and cute, he looked naïve and innocent.  He needed to know.  This was his fight too.  Papyrus, to his relief, nodded.  “Yes… I think Blue’s been kept out of the dark long enough…”  As Undyne returned to the computer, Papyrus turned back towards Asgore and Blue.  “The Underfell Asgore is addressing his subjects today in the centre of town.”  He told them.  Giving them no time to absorb that information, he pressed on.  “Undyne and I aren’t sure about what yet, our technology here isn’t as good as it should be.  But, in our current situation, it’s much better than none.”

Asgore nodded.  “I can’t hold anything against you all.  It’s a miracle that you have made it this far alone.”

Blue huffed.  “We haven’t been alone though.  We have each other.  And together, together we are a team.  And together we make it work.”  He looked fondly over the monsters he called his friends.

Undyne and Asgore fondly smiled down at him.  Papyrus grinned and clapped him on the back.  “That’s my bro.”  he said proudly to the others.  Blue felt his chest swell with pride.  If only Fell could see him now!  He’d show that jagged tooth creature that he knew how to survive this new environment.

Nappstabot turned to Blue.  “Actually… what I believe that Asgore was trying to say was that he is surprised that we don’t have inside help.”

Blue’s sockets widened and his skull turned bright blue.  Oh… OH.

He hid himself in his bandana.  He could hear Undyne talking to the robot but didn’t listen to what they were saying.  Let them think he was embarrassed for his little mistake.  This… this would be the perfect time to tell them about Fell.  He peeked out again.  Asgore was smiling at his brother, Undyne once again pulling up some feed on the computer, and Nappstabot was tweaking wires and every so often hitting another button.  

Blue considered it.  He could tell them everything.  Meeting Fell in the alley, being coerced with food, good clean food, to meet him every so often.  His brother could help him…

The screen crackled and hissed to life.  There was a dark robot standing in front of podium, tapping on the mic.  The robot was dressed in dark crimson armour and had four arms.  The closer that Blue looked at this new monster, the more it reminded him of Nappstabot – but, as was everything in comparison to Fell and Swap, slightly different.  There was a large crowd of monsters sitting in front of him.  It almost seemed that every Fell monster was in attendance.  Blue jumped back against his brother when he saw Fell already standing by the robot, as they talked to each other quietly.  When Fell told him to expect to see him soon… well he wasn’t expecting this soon.

Papyrus wrapped his arm around Blue and pulled him close to him.  Although shielded by the computer screen, the memories on the battlefield were still far too fresh to forgive and forget.

The robot tapped a couple times on the mic, causing it to echo through the cameras.  The metal being coughed once and the audience immediately grew silent.  When he spoke Berry realized that it was the same narrator for the radio station.

“Attention!”  he shouted.  This robot was also a male!  Once again, like Nappstabot!  “All rise, remove your hats and salute for the one and only, our supreme ruler.  The great and tyrannical Lord Asgore!”

Both the robot and Fell immediately stepped to the side.  One of their hands fell to their side, the other snapped to their skulls as they crouched in a kneeling bow.  The Swap monsters stared in amazement as the remainder of the creatures snapped to their feet and saluted.  The stage was creaking, as a great weight settled upon it.  First two horns appeared, between them a golden crown.  Deep black hair and goatee contrasted the white fur, the red robe pulled around his shoulders, making this monster look like the true symbolism of death.  By the time he had majestically crossed the stage, the Swap creatures could only gape.  Asgore came up to the mic and, throwing up his hands, roared to the crowd gathered below them.  They roared back and soon a cheer began.  “Asgore!  Asgore!”  

Blue stared at the other version of the royal goat.  He was treated as if he were a superstar…

They might just be, in the words of Papyrus, screwed.