#unless my dad tries to be like oh but we can go on the 31st to go meet them! and then i won’t have a choice

[livvyofthelake]

why did my dad have to have his retirement party on a day i could have been going wonking instead. does he hate women or something goddamn

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Forty Seven

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

May 7th, 1995

Remy sneered at Vanessa as she spoke. “It’s the little things in life that you have to appreciate, Remy—”

“—What little things are there to appreciate?!” Remy asked incredulously. “Everything is absolutely miserable and everyone only wants to tear you down to try and build themselves up! It’s stupid, it’s pointless, and it means there’s nothing to appreciate! It just means that everything is going to be absolutely miserable. And when things are absolutely miserable, you can’t exactly appreciate anything except when the misery finally goes away.”

Vanessa sighed. “Remy, I know life is hard right now, but you can’t exactly do anything about it. The least you can do is try to make yourself feel a little better with the situation you find yourself in.”

Remy scoffed. “Nothing will make this better,” he said. “Nothing will be better until I move out!”

  October 31st, 2001

Emile was pinching the bridge of his nose as Remy tried to stifle his giggling at Emile’s response to his “costume.” They were going to chaperone some of the homeless kids when they went trick-or-treating while the parents worked with Bernie to find housing options, and Emile had told Remy to dress up in a costume “for the kids.” So Remy had put on what he normally wore, saved a coffee cup from the trash bin, and took a piece of paper, written SLEEP across it in all caps, and taped it to his shirt. “You said to dress up as something I liked!” Remy said.

“I thought you’d do, like, a superhero or something,” Emile sighed.

“Well, it’s a little late to go change what I have now,” Remy said. “Unless of course you’d rather I steal one of your sweater vests?”

Emile turned an adorable shade of pink but shook his head. “Don’t come crying to me when the kids find you lame,” he said, tipping his cowboy hat at Remy.

“I don’t care if the kids think I’m lame or not, I’m helping make sure they get to go trick-or-treating. That makes me cool enough,” Remy said with certainty.

“You tell yourself that,” Emile said with an eye-roll.

Remy laughed. “Listen, Woody, you’re just mad because my costume took all of five minutes to put together and you only got yours because of an employee discount at Target.”

Emile stuck his tongue out at Remy and Remy laughed, sticking his tongue out back as the two of them left their apartment and headed to the shelter. Remy took Emile’s hand in his and swung their arms back and forth as they walked. “This should be fun, right?” Remy asked Emile. “Walking kids around a couple blocks of apartment buildings.”

“You remember how they once tried to make me a human sacrifice, right?” Emile asked. “They can be handfuls when they want to be. And costumes plus copious amounts of sugar means we’ll have a lot of work on our hands.”

“Okay, that’s...actually a good point,” Remy said, suddenly nervous. “They’re going to kill themselves if we’re not careful, and their parents will kill us if they’re dead.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Remy,” Emile said. “They kill us first so that they can then do all the stupid things they want and kill themselves in the process.”

“That does not help, Emile!” Remy protested.

Emile just laughed as they reached the homeless shelter. Immediately, they were swarmed by kids who were already dressed up. “Do we get to go trick-or-treating now?!” one of them asked.

“Yeah, Dad said that you two were gonna take us trick-or-treating!” another piped up.

“What are you wearing?!” one of the girls asked, pointing at Remy.

Remy looked down. “My costume!” he exclaimed.

“It’s just a piece of paper!” she retorted.

“Yeah, well, being the sandman would have taken a lot more time and money than I had,” Remy said. “So blame my boyfriend here. He was the one who said I had to dress up.”

“Hey!” Emile protested. “I also told you this wasn’t a costume!”

One of the boys grinned and said, “Both of you are to blame! And you know what happens when the adults screw up?”

“Oh no,” Emile muttered.

Remy looked between the boy and Emile. “What? What happens?”

“We get to kill them!” the boy cried, before immediately tackling Remy to the ground.

Total anarchy broke out as all the kids started dog-piling Remy, no matter what Emile did to try and stop them, and soon Emile had been tripped up and was also being climbed on. Emile looked at Remy and said, “You had to ask, didn’t you?”

A sharp whistle broke through the shouting and Bernie walked over. “That’s enough, all of you! Mister Emile and Mister Remy were nice enough to take time out of their night to take you trick-or-treating, you should be grateful, not trying to kill them!”

As the kids slowly clambered off Emile and Remy, Remy stood and helped Emile to his feet. “Well, at least my paper is still intact,” Remy said, smoothing his shirt.

“Yeah, nothing in my costume tore, either,” Emile sighed.

“All of you get ready, I’m going to bring the camera out and we can capture all your costumes so you never have to forget how cool everyone looked, sound good?” Bernie asked.

The kids all agreed and Remy nudged Emile hissing, “You didn’t say that they were going to take a picture!”

“I didn’t know they were going to take a picture,” Emile simply replied.

“Do they do the picture yearly or do you think it’s to immortalize our stupidity?” Remy asked dryly.

One of the younger kids gasped. “You said ‘stupid’!”

“I...yeah?” Remy asked. “I’m a grown-up, I can say what I want.”

“Stupid is a bad word, though!” the kid said.

Remy couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not a nice word, but it’s not a bad word.”

“Yeah, bad words are the ones you can get spanked for saying,” one of the boys said sagely.

“When do you get to say what you want though?” the kid asked. “If you’re an adult when do you get to do that?”

“When you move out of your parents’ house,” Remy said matter-of-factly. “When you can have your own place, you can cuss all you want.”

The kid’s eyes widened. “You can?!”

“Remy, if you cuss in front of the kids I’ll kill you myself,” Emile warned.

Bernie came back with the camera and the conversation was officially dropped. All the kids lined up, Emile and Remy on either side of the line, and Remy grinned as the chatter and excitement surrounding this Halloween trip grew. These kids were just so excited over getting to go out trick-or-treating. It was simple, but the kids couldn’t think of anything more cool, and it put things into perspective for Remy.

Something as inconsequential as Halloween could mean a big deal to someone else, simply because they were excited for it. It was sort of like Remy with comic books, or Emile with cartoons. They might not mean a lot to other people, but because those two cared about those things, they became important. And what was important was different to each person, but everyone had something that they got excited over. Everyone had that thing that they felt was important. And to have those important things was vital to enjoying where you were in life. These kids...they would have every right to hate the world and bemoan their lot in life. And yet, Halloween made them happy enough to keep going.

What did Remy have in terms of that? He knew comic books, yeah, and helping at the shelter was nice, and hanging out with friends made the slow days bearable. But what else did he have? You also have Emile, his mind pointed out.

Remy paused. He did have Emile. Emile made him happy, and offered a new perspective on the world he hadn’t seen before. He smiled as the kids began to rush out the door, asking where they were going to go first. Emile made him happy, and excited, and made him look forward to the future, because that meant he got to spend more time with the man he loved.

...Wow, he had never considered that before.

Emile interlaced his fingers with Remy as the kids swarmed around them, and a few of the bolder ones led them out to the nearest neighborhood, debating the merits of checking the apartment buildings around too. Remy looked over at Emile and grinned. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” Emile said, grinning back.

“That’s gay,” Remy said.

Immediately, the smaller kids started laughing. “That’s gay!” they parroted.

Shit, Remy thought. “Their parents are going to kill me when they learn how they picked that up.”

Emile laughed. “Time to sacrifice yourself for the cause, Rem, and be prepared to die by either the kids’ hands or via their parents.”

Remy groaned. “And just when I was learning how to appreciate the little things, too.”

They reached the first neighborhood and the kids all rushed forward, heading to the first door they saw with the porch light on. “Trick or treat!” the kids chorused as a young woman opened the door.

When all the kids had gotten candy, they moved to the next house. “Appreciating the little things? You?” Emile asked. “That’s something I never really expected from you, if I’m being completely honest.”

Remy stuck his tongue out at Emile. “Come on, I’m being serious here,” he protested. “I really hoped that I would have more time instead of being murdered.”

“Why’s that?” Emile asked, giving Remy’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Not the wanting to live longer thing. Why did you start appreciating the little things?”

Remy groaned and looked away. “You,” he admitted. “You just...appreciate so many little things. And once I can see what the little things are worth, and that they’re not so little after all...I appreciate them more. Maybe not in the same way you do, but I still appreciate them. And I’m learning to enjoy that. But now I won’t be able to because the second these kids go back to their parents one of them is gonna shout—”

“—That’s gay!” a young kid finished with glee.

Remy sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “—And I’ll see my last day.”

“Or maybe not,” Emile said. He crouched down to the kids. “Hey, if you guys keep saying that, Mister Remy here might get in trouble. You guys know I love him, right?”

The kids all agreed.

“Well, that means that if he gets hurt, I’m going to get hurt, too, because I don’t want to see him in pain. And if both of us are hurt, than neither of us can come around anymore. Do you guys want to see us again?”

More noises and nods.

“Well, then you can’t keep repeating what Mister Remy says,” Emile said.

“Is it a bad word?” one of the boys asked.

“It’s not a bad word, but it’s not a word that you should be shouting just because,” Emile said. “Okay?”

Agreement all around. Relief flooded Remy’s body as Emile stood and held Remy’s hand again. “You’re a miracle worker,” Remy said.

“Not really, I just happened to be working in-depth on child psychology this semester,” Emile said with a shrug.

“Same difference right now,” Remy said.

Emile laughed. “Oh, come on, you can be good with kids too,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but you’re the one who understands how they tick the way they do,” Remy said. “I’d never be able to do that.”

“Well you might if you took psychology classes...” Emile said.

“No! No,” Remy said. “No, I don’t want to go back to college, Emile.”

“Well, if you decide you ever want to take classes without getting a degree from it, know that you can. It might be expensive, but you can do it,” Emile said.

Remy sighed. “Emile, college may be for you, but it is decidedly not for me. Even if I ever achieved that pipe dream of opening my own coffee shop, I wouldn’t want to go into business school. I know what I’m doing on that front, and besides, the Internet is free and can tell me all I need to know.”

“That’s a bit dangerous, relying on the Internet,” Emile said, as the kids kept moving house to house and they trailed behind.

Remy shrugged. “Eh, I’d make it work. And besides, it’s just a mental exercise.”

“You never know,” Emile replied with a shrug.

They went around two neighborhoods and one apartment complex before they went back to the shelter. All the kids thanked them and went to trade candy with each other while their parents looked after them. As Remy and Emile walked home, Remy brushed his hand against Emile’s. “Thanks for rescuing me earlier tonight.”

“Of course,” Emile said. “Tonight was fun. It wouldn’t do to ruin it by having you dead.”

[kricketwritesstories]

Trick or Treat (PT 2)

Fandom: Shazam!

Pairing: Freddy Freeman/Fem!Reader

Summary: You were the Ice Queen of the school and you’re assigned to tutor Pedro Peña. Are you really what people have been saying you are? And what is going on between you and Freddy?

You jumped as a tray was placed on your table in the library. You looked up to see Freddy.

“What are you doing here,” you whispered.

“No one should have to eat lunch alone,” he said seriously, “so I figured I’d come here and eat.”

“What about Billy,” you asked.

“If you want, you can come to the cafeteria and sit with me and my family. If you would rather stay here then I’ll stay with you,” he said smiling at you.

You smiled brightly at him.

“Wow Ice Bitch smiles,” a girl a few tables over said loudly, “it’s freaking creepy.”

“Shhh,” the librarian warned.

You’re smile faded and you stood up grabbing your lunch bag, “Let’s go to the cafeteria.”

***

Over the next few weeks Freddy and his family took over your life. It wasn’t bad, it was just a 180 from your normal way of doing things.

Monday through Friday you tutored Pedro in their living room after school. Eventually, the whole family came in to help him during this time. All the support helped him catch on faster and he didn’t need to spend as much time studying.

At first that made you sad. However every time you made a move to leave, someone would kidnap you to do something else. You played dress up and dolls with Darla; played video games with the boys; and gossiped with Mary.

More often than not you stayed for dinner too. You quickly became another member of the family.

At school Freddy and Billy started walking with you to classes, and you sat with the family at lunch. The gossip mill was up and running with word that the ice queen was melting. That part didn’t bother you. What did bother you was a creeping fear that you would eventually wear your welcome out with these people you’d grown to love, and you’d be alone again.

Freddy was the only one to notice you start to seem sad and distant again. He wanted to talk to you about it, but when you two were alone he kept getting tongue tied.

It was because of this and his worry for you that had him finding himself knocking on Mary’s door.

“Hey Freddy, come in, what’s wrong,” she asked concerned.

“Can you talk to Y/N,” he asked suddenly, “she’s really sad and I don’t know why. I want to fix it but I can’t if I don’t know and I can’t talk to her because when I do my tongue swells and my palms sweat and I feel as smart as a freaking caveman and -“

“Freddy, breathe,” Mary said smiling.

Freddy took a breath and sat on her bed.

“Looks like that crush has gotten worse,” she teased.

“Crush? I’m in love with her,” he said honestly without even thinking.

Mary gaped at him. She wasn’t expecting that to come out of his mouth. It surprised him even more that he didn’t backtrack. He must really love you.

“I’ll talk to her,” she promised.

Freddy sighed, relieved, “Thank you.”

***

“Y/N! Y/N,” Darla said jumping up and down excitedly when you came through the door, “can you take us trick or treating, please? Freddy said he’d take me and Eugene this year but I really want you to come to, please?”

You smiled at her enthusiasm and pretended to think about it.

“Can I still wear a costume even though I’m not trick or treating,” you finally asked.

“YAY,” Darla squealed as she jumped up and hugged you.

“Hey, Darla I need Y/N” Mary called from the top of the stairs.

“Be here, October 31st at 5pm sharp,” Darla whispered before she skipped off.

“Will do,” you laughed as you headed up to Mary’s room.

You shut the door and walked over to Mary’s bed and sat down.

“Is everything okay,” you asked a little nervously.

It was Saturday and you had planned to just hang out in your room and read when Mary had called and said she needed to talk in person.

“I’ve noticed,” Mary said carefully, “that you’ve been seeming a little worried or bothered lately. Is everything okay?”

“Umm,” you stalled as you played with the hem of your shirt, “Yea, Yea I’m good.”

“Y/N,” Mary said in a warning tone.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid,” you said as you looked at her, fear in your eyes.

Mary walked over to sit on her bed with you.

“I know we haven’t been friends for long, but you can talk to me,” she encouraged.

“For how long,” you said sadly, “how long until I get too annoying or too clingy.”

“What are you talking about,” she asked confused.

“I’m over here like 6 days a week. We hang out in school,” you said like the problem was obvious.

“So,” Mary asked.

“So when are you guys going to have enough and I won’t be welcome here anymore and then I’ll have to go back and eat in the library by myself again,” you said tears spilling over onto your cheeks.

Your hands were formed into fists and digging into your legs. A panic attack was coming on fast and strong. You’ve never had one in front of another person and it was making your anxiety even worse.

“I know I’m too much,” you said through gritted teeth as you tried to control your breathing.

“Y/N, breathe,” Mary said calmly as she got on her knees in front of you.

She calmly helped you through your attack.

“You’re not too much. Whoever has you believing that you’re too much is an idiot,” she said sincerely as you calmed down.

“My old friends,” you said softly.

“What,” she said surprised.

“I used to have a group of friends,” you explained, “but they said I was too much. I’ve been through a lot, but I’m lucky compared to most. I don’t know my dad...my mom was in my life but she straight up told me to my face she didn’t like me that I look too much like my dad and I’m not fun and she left. A lot of people feel bad that my grandparents got stuck with me so I’ve tried so hard to not cause trouble and to make good grades so they don’t have to worry about me. I’m always too much.”

“Look at me,” Mary said seriously, “you will never be too much for this family. Ever. You’re stuck with us...and I promise you you won’t ever have to eat in the library alone again unless you want to.”

“Are you sure,” you asked still unsure.

“Trust me,” she said her eyes glittering playfully, “especially if Freddy has anything to say about it”

You immediately felt your whole body turn red.

“Oh my gosh you like him,” Mary said in happy shock.

“Shhh,” you said standing up and walking to her door.

You opened it and looked around cautiously before feeling safe enough to close it.

“I know what you’re wearing for Halloween,” Mary said suddenly, “let’s go!”

“Where are we going,” you asked as she pulled you out the door.

“To get your costume.”

***

*Halloween Night 4:45pm*

“Mary, why am I wearing this,” Freddy asked feeling slightly uncomfortable, “I mean I love The Dark Knight and all but I was going to be Superman.”

“Just trust me, okay,” she said with a knowing smile, “Now I’ve got a party to get to, Y/N should be here in about 15 minutes.”

“Wait! Y/N is coming,” Freddy called after her in a panic.

“I asked her to take us,” Darla said happily, “with you too of course.”

“Oh great so I’m in costume and she’s going to be normal because we’re just waking you guys and I’m going to look like a total d-“

“THAT’S Y/N,” Darla cried as she ran towards the door you had just knocked on.

Freddy nervously adjusted his Batman mask and tried desperately to think of someway to look cool in front of you. He stopped short when he saw you come in. You were dressed in a short, tight Wonder Woman costume complete with a lasso of truth.

“Looking good Batsy,” you said as you saw Freddy in his costume.

“You look incredible,” he said without thinking.

You wished Wonder Woman had a face mask like Batman, because if she did he wouldn’t be able to see how red she turned at his compliment.

“If you two are done flirting I’d love to get some candy,” Eugene interrupted.

“Okay let’s go,” you laughed.

***

The first few houses you took them to were decorated on the scary side. Darla got nervous and Eugene started to tease her.

“Darla,” you said crouching to her level, “Halloween is a special night. It’s when we can be anyone we want and we can face our fears and laugh at them.”

“We can,” she asked amazed.

Freddy watched you with a completely lovestruck face as you calmed Darla down with ease.

Later on, you went to turn down a particular street and Freddy stopped you.

“There are some extreme houses that way, Darla won’t go down this street,” he said quietly.

“Let’s go,” Darla said puffing out her chest bravely, “Halloween is a night where we can laugh at our fears!”

She marched down the street and Eugene quickly followed. You were shocked at how brave Darla became because some of the houses freaked you out. One house had things popping out of their yard that caused you to jump. You grabbed Freddy’s arm on instinct and he leaned in close to you.

“Check out Eugene,” he whispered.

You shivered, and it wasn’t from the cold. When you looked at Eugene you noticed that he looked more than nervous.

The yard the four of you approached had strobes, smoke, and creepy music blaring. They also had life sized statues of Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Ghostface, and Freddy Krueger. Darla went up without fear while Eugene inched up the driveway cautiously.

You saw movement out of the corner of your eye. As you watched carefully your eyes widened at the realization that these weren’t statues...these were real people in costume. They stood stock still and every few moments they would move ever so slightly. When Eugene and Darla reached the end of the driveway Freddy and Ghostface jumped at them.

Eugene screamed and ran behind you and Freddy. Darla just laughed and skipped to the next house.

It would’ve been amusing if that were the end of it.

It wasn’t.

Freddy Krueger followed you four for 6 houses. At first you and Freddy used this opportunity to tease Eugene. You both sang, “1,2 Freddy’s coming for you...”

Eventually you noticed that Eugene was on the verge of a panic attack. That stopped you in your tracks. You turned around and faced Freddy Krueger.

“Hey it was funny, but your really freaking my friend out,” you said seriously, “can you please go back to the house you were scaring at?”

“I’m sorry,” came a deep voice behind the mask, “I’m honestly not trying to scare you guys. You’re gorgeous and I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to get your number.”

Freddy turned his back on you and the horror legend. He’d been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out for weeks now, and here he was being shown up - by another Freddy no less.

“I’m really flattered,” you said honestly, “but I’m in love with another Freddy.”

Krueger sighed and put his head down, “Fair enough, at least I tried. Sorry kid for scaring you!”

You turned around to face Freddy, your Freddy, not even registering what you said within earshot of him.

As was his habit around you, words spilled out of his mouth without him even thinking about it.

“What Freddy are you in love with,” he asked hopefully, “Highmore? Mercury? Prince Jr.?”

You took a deep breath, screwing up your courage you walked over to him. When you were inches from his face you said, “Freeman.”

You looked at him with your infamous Ice Queen face. You didn’t want him to see how desperate you were to kiss him. You didn’t want him to do anything out of pity.

It took Freddy all of thirty seconds to crash his lips onto yours. Your breath was taken away. For a first kiss it lasted longer and held more passion than you could’ve imagined. Freddy was an incredible kisser.

Freddy pouted as the need for air made him stop kissing you. He gently put his forehead to yours and asked, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Definitely,” you said enthusiastically, “especially if it means we can do that more!”

Freddy chuckled, “We can do that whenever you want...all the time even.”

You giggled and then your giggle turned into full blown laughter. He found himself smiling at you in spite of himself.

“What’s so funny,” he asked.

“I told you Batman and Wonder Woman were a thing,” you said as you pointed to your outfits.

“Okay this was cool and all, but let’s get candy,” Eugene interrupted.

Darla sighed dreamily, “Don’t interrupt their moment!”

“It’s okay let’s get back to trick or treating,” Freddy said to them before whispering to you, “sooner they’re tired out the sooner we can get home and makeout to a scary movie.”

“I love the way you think, Batsy,” you teased.

“There’s no way I can get you to change my nickname to Supes is there,” he teased back.

“Not if you want to make out with this Wonder Woman,” you said half joking.

“I am Batman,” he said instantly in his grittiest voice.

[hoodie-lover]

My Multiverse Ask Event #7

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“frisk i hate you so much how dare you call tem an abomination”

“I will call Tem what I damn well please.” Frisk said as they were thrown into the wall by a stream of blue strings, and only then did they see who was standing before them. 

“So who are you? I know you’re a Sans, but do you have a nickname?” Frisk said, getting up as the grating of bones could be heard as they walked up and tried to attack, but failed miserably. 

“Call me Error. The Destroyer of Worlds.” Error said, his eyes gleaming with pure madness and insanity. All watching flinched, it was a look they were all too familiar with.

“sans has there been a timeline where frisk spared you and you didn't dunk frisk”

“Nope. I love dunking them, it’s always so satisfying.” Classic said, smiling to himself.  

“also chara supposing you were brought back would you be able to use magic like storyshift chara”

"̸̡̞̫̦͖̽I̸̡̞͈̰̟̫̖̻͆̉͌̎̎͛̽ ̶̠̙̟̩̳̅̀̇̚h̸̛͙̕͝a̶͕̗̞̦̻̱͗̈̇̄͆͗̍̎̚v̶͙̗̦̹̯̦̌̔ę̷̤͔̗̰̫̪̅̀̽͜͜ ̸̡̛̦̙̥̗̳͋̈́͑̅͛͋̚n̸̠̭̥̻̘͇͐̆̓ō̵̡̦̮̥̱͍̼͊͒̍̌ ̷̢͎͚̝͔̈́̿̃̍i̵̹͕͇̝̤͕̥̘̭͆́d̶͉̩̈́̐̉͑̇̂e̷̠̰͖̖̭̯̩̽̓͑̾̒̇̒͑̕à̶̛͖̝̠͎͈̀̈́͗͋ ̶̺̻̘̖̼̿̽̓w̶̧̢̭̹̝͕̖͈̔͠h̴͕̥̆ǫ̶̘͚̘̯̈́̽̎̉͗̚ ̶̞͔̲̦̉̓̿̍̇̃͊̎t̵̬̪̩̼͍̊͆̓͂̌̇͝͝ḧ̷̢̠̙̳́͒̽̈̽́̃̽͝a̶̛̮̫͔͕̱͐̌̋̅͊̍̀̕͜ţ̴͙̫̥͉̞͖͛̍̔̚͜ ̴̛̖̮̟̪͓̯̬̬̌̔̇̉i̵̢̨̙̠̟̔̅̿̾̈́s̴̱̲͙͈̗̬̤͆͠,̵̰̠̬̯͓̟̋̄̇̓̉̑ ̵̩̖͎̥͎̼̙͌̃b̷̢͇̝̮͕͕͔̜̆́̍̍̔͌͑͆u̵̙̱̻͙̙͛̐̍́̾͛ṭ̵̛͆̔̄̂̔̆́̕ ̷̧̠̱̬̼̓̍̃̀̀͠I̴̧̻̺̰̝͈̋̔͆̋̔̓̈́͋'̸̘̲͉̤͍͉̣͉̑̓͘͜m̵̢̩̼̮͕̳͈̓ ̷̣̀̉̃͠n̶̼̰̤̈́͐̒̊̈̓͗̇͜ǒ̴̝̮͚̖̊̋̍t̷̟̯̹͈̟̋͊ ̴̧̩̱̻̘̀s̷̱̋͛͛̽͗͘ū̷̙̋̄̔̕r̴̛̟͙̻͎̙̫̗̪͛̑͆̐̈́͠ẽ̴͕̘̰̲́͌̀̾̏͘̚.̵̯̘̩̪͖͍́̈́͜ ̷̜͙̤̪̿̕I̸̗͍̓̔̓̉̊̇̂͝ ̸̧͚͖̭͈̟̏͛̽̀̑̈́͝͠ͅẗ̷̨̜͓͎̘͇̪̼̑͗͑̎͊͜͠h̷̩̙̯̅̒͆̀î̴̞̪͊n̴̡̛͖͕̻̖̳͍̍̓̑́̐͠ǩ̵̨͇͓̼̖̺̳͉̗̇̚ ̵̢̢̡̹̟͍̟͋͗̚i̷̧̛̪̦͔̭͕͔̰͓t̶̳̹̅̊̎̿͝ ̸̳̄̾͛̈́̐̑̿͊w̷̮͔̭̜̾̈́̇̈́̓̍̃ơ̴̘̯̹͚͑́̉͒͊̊̈́̊ů̶͖̦̘͇̙̼̮̐l̵̫̔̿̀͒͆͗͆̉͠ď̷̨͇̗̝̬͔̩̈͆̅̄͐̚ ̶̛̜̉͊̊̈́́͜d̶͕̙͒̄́̓͋̍͆̃e̴̫̜̻̳̻̺̗͌̾́͒̾́ṗ̸̢̤̜͇̋̑̏͂̑͝ḛ̶̢͖̂͆̉͆̚n̷̯̰͈̿́͂̐̓̇̓́͠d̵̟̝̠̞̾́ ̶̒̃̏͒͗̐̚͜o̸̧̩̩̟͈͔͇̖̽ͅn̷̡̤̗͔͗͘ ̶̢̡̧͈̞͙̹̱̣̿h̷̖̳̅̿̄̀ö̸̹̥͚̪́̂̓̂͛̒̈͝w̸͇͍̠͍͇̪̳͛͂̓̉̓͒ ̶͙̹̎̒̇̎̍̚͝I̸̡͈̯͍̖̽͘'̷̺̝͇͖͊̆̍̏͗͗̔̍m̸̪͓̂̀̇̇͌̏͑̂ͅ ̷̧̳͇̻͌͋͑̇̑̎b̴̢͖̥̮̩͉̝͇́͌͌r̸̼̋͠o̶̧͖̜̙͕̬̯̼͆̊͋̄̏͆̈́̈́u̵̮̔̐̆͠ͅg̶̞̲̖͙̼̘͇͕̹͋̎̓̊̄̾̄̆͊h̷̯͕̏̂t̴͚̙̘̦͔̳̰̋ ̴̢̛͈̙̥̈͗̐̍̚͘̚b̵̩̲̖̭̥͎͖̪͍̍̓͆̎͆̓̚͠a̷̱̤̟͋̊̉̀͗̈́͝ç̵̘̥͉̞͓̲̺̆k̶̛̭̼͙̦̝̼̪͎̅̂͌̀͑̊̕͝.̷̙̙̼̱̥̩͂͌͛"̷̬̬͓̗̼̄̊ 

Chara said, sitting criss cross in the ground as they watched Frisk desperately try to dodge the strings the clearly bored Destroyer sent after them. 

“chara what do you think of tem pls dont tell me you agree with frisk”

"̴̛͓͓̲̣͂̍̍̉̕Ţ̴̪͕̗̺̹̠̭̜̋̈́͆e̸̹̟̥̙͙̥̘̻͒̇̿͛͂̏̈́̕͝m̷̯̤̈́̒̒͐̅̅̃̉ ̸̾͗̄̂̉̇͌͆ͅį̶̱̩̜͉͕̽̉͋͂̽̇͐̉̃s̷̥͍̞͚̑͐͛͜͠ ̶̣͈͋̎̇̀͐̊̃̋̅r̸̨̲̥̜̫͐̓͗͒ȩ̴͖͕͑̀͜͝ả̴̲̃̃̽̀́̃l̸̪̙̋̈͋̆l̵̪̻̭̫̀͊̿̅y̸̱͉͊̾́ ̸̟̗̾̋c̶̦̖͋̓̾͝ǘ̸̼̇̎̾̆͝͝t̸̹̿̍͂ë̶̛̹̙̹̩́̉̈́̔̑̌̈́!̴̯̠̍̆̉̚͝͠ ̶̻̻̔̈́̕I̴̟̿̈́̾̿̿̓͆͌͒ ̷̡̹̭̳̦͙̅͛̽̎̂̂̓̓͠l̸̩̤̪͓̫̯̖̦͙̑̃̀̏́̿ǫ̴̪̤̣̜̱̗͓̿́̈̏̚̚͝v̸̢̇e̶̖̦̓͛̀͑̚͠͠ ̸̛͓̳͍̤̾t̶̛͕̿̅̔́͆̆͝h̷͙͈͉̓̔̿̋͛̏͐͘ͅë̶̛̩́͒̀͜m̷̢̜̦͕̭̏̈́͝͠,̶̥̲͕̑̐͊̎ ̷̏͊̈́̽̍̊̈́͜Ì̵͕̭͙̾͋̍̇͝͠ ̷̨̻̭̯̈r̸̹̤̞̘̥̺͎̒͒͑́́̐e̸̡̨͙̳͎͖̙̝̪̍̓̉̇̇͊̄̉͝a̶̛̰̱͕̯̺͓̟̤̽̍͐̐̑̿̕l̴̺͙̿͆̾̒͒l̴͇̱̩̠̀̎͊̽̃y̶̞̭̝̩̼̯̤̗͌ ̶͋̅́̌͗̋��͔͑w̷̛̛͔͇̼̱͉̰̟͌̂̅͛̋̕͜͜ȁ̴̘̦̣̟͚̱n̴͚̂̒́̊̒͌̽͘͠t̵̨͉̖̯͉̘̹̘̿͊̓̕͝ ̸̛͖̣̥̐̈́͂̊̒ṯ̴͚̙͇̰͈̔̐o̶̡̝͍͆̀̿͂͌̈́ ̶̛͍̹̙̬̼̖̓͆̄c̴̛̝̍̈́̇͘͝ư̷̙͙̈̓̍͜d̴̢̛̠̼̃̐̍͒͗̓̈̚d̶̢̛̙̰̮̓̔͋̎̅͜l̸̥͆̑͑̈͗̕e̵͍̒́͑̌͛̌̓͘͝ ̶̋̐͜͝t̶̨̲̬͚̂͆͒h̷̛̘͖̞̔̓̽̾̓̕͝ḛ̷͚͎̣̱͔͎̓͒̚m̸̧̘̦̤̣̥̜̙͐́̉͑̿̌̒.̶̛͕̭̣͚͕̥͆̄̈́͑͠͝"̴̡̱͑̒͝ 

She said, hugging herself as she smiled and her cheeks became a deeper pink color.

“Okay so this was hard to get through the glitches but here goes nothing guys. Chara wants me to give her family a message. She said "Tell them I'm sorry. That I'm sorry for everything and I love them more than anything. They're still my family and I love them so much. Tell Flowey I'm so sorry, and tell Mom that I love her and her pie, and tell Dad that I'm so sorry for poisoning him with the flowers. I would've stopped this if I could." Oh Chara, you are just a scared little girl, you poor little sweetie. Well umm if you guys want to ask her anything I am game. I'll do my best to read through the glitches.”

“Chara, tell her we love and forgive her. We’d love to see her again, she will always be apart of our family.” Toriel said, her face determined. 

“I told her that it was ok. I agree with Toriel, please, do tell her that.” Asgore said, holding Toriel close to him. 

“They better be sorry. Are they ok? They can’t be doing well considering what they went through.” Flowey grumbled, his face softening as he remembered her. 

Hmm Red, Stretch uhh you guys may want to handle the Black situation now. The trying to sabotage Red's reputation would hurt the little blueberry and red enough, but he is planning to purposely put Blue in danger so he can "Save him" uhh that sounds a touch yandere to me and is not a laughing matter.

“Honestly I like Red and either Blueberry or Classic. He needs someone nice after that mess he grew up in and those 2 seem like the most likely to help him come out of his shell and be himself.”

“Oh yeah, it was hard to relax and trust these dorks at first, especially Ink, and I wish I kept my guard up. But the good ones here are amazing.” Red said, looking at Blue longingly. 

“Frisk, you don't deserve the power you have. You have proven that much, I hope you suffer 10 fold what you made them go through.”

“And I hope you get to feel my knife running through your chest.” Frisk growled as they felt their arm snap in half as it got tangled in Error’s spider web.

“Frisk you say you think you can handle the other skeletons, let me tell you that is wrong. If you get out then I assure you Nightmare and the others will teach you the meaning of his name.”

“‘Nightmare’, sounds like a challenge, for once.” Frisk announced, trying to attack Error once more but ended up having a shattered soul as Error swapped with Horror, who was giggling with eagerness as he clutched his axe. 

“ Oh so Sci, I am serious about finding a way to help Chara. Come on you brilliant skeleton you, you gotta have some ideas!”

“I was actually working on that, it was a side project I purposed for the versions of the kid we knew were innocent, but something sidetracked me. And it was the best thing to ever happen to me.” Sci said, as he cuddled Alt, who was sleeping like a kitten and almost purring.

“Hey Chara, you deserve better. You are a good kid. I would like to offer you a hug?”

"̷̬̳̮̬̄͂́̐͗͂͆̎I̷̡̖͕͍͎̜̟̝͓͂́'̸͔́́̀ͅm̸̢͍̫̲͙̿ͅ ̸̛̞͎͆̌̋̾̉̃̕͠n̴̡̛͖̬̥̗̞̟̈́͒̃̎̈́͘͝ö̷̧̲̮̖̦͍̼́͂̓̿̓̀͗͂͘t̵̡͚͎̬̞̼͎͋́̾̓̓̈́̕͝ ̶̡̯͎̖͚̠͑̈́̒͗̓͐̐̕s̶̺̰͈̭̊̉̉͌͑̀ͅu̵͚̞̥͇̖̜̮͔͋r̷̯̭͉̰͓̝̗͐̽̐͜͜ë̸̮̹̘͇́̎̃̿́̌ ̷̬̼̈́̓̽̓̃̿͠ẙ̶̮͕̗͙͚͑̾̈́ớ̶̯͇͎̙͍͖̠̈́u̴̠͒̊̌͒̑̒̄ ̶̦̻̙͇̣͈̥͋c̸̨̭͎͙̜̼͔̽́̆̾̐͐͜͝ắ̷̲̗͈͗̆̉̚n̶̢̨̳̘̝̜̘͚̞͂́͑͗̀ ̵̪̪̈́̽h̴̨͚̮̗̳̿̇u̴͍̦͖͚̣͔̰̿̈́̃̕ġ̶̬͆̇ ̴̧͔͈͉̗̰̱̟̫̾ḿ̴̗̼̣̱̯̗͓̦͕̓͂̓̀͘̚͝ě̷̝̹̥͐͊͑͝,̷̢̡̢̳͉͓̦̀͑̊̈́̆͜ ̴̺̹̹͐͋̈́ͅI̵̢͚̹͇̮̦̗͔̬̊̀͆̇͠'̸̭̭̦̫̓̅̆̓̒͘m̴̹͗͊̾̈̐ ̷̧̙̖̰̤̙͐̈̀͗̕͘͜ͅn̵̲̈́̋̇́͝ȯ̸̦̟͉̓̃͑͑͗͘t̷̰̦̘̫̭̯̬̍̈̌̄̅͜ ̷̨̥̗̖̀͠s̴̰̟̩̑̍̈́̅͑̕͝ọ̸̲̜̮̟̓̆̃́̓̂͊̇͝ḻ̴̢̱͇͉̄͗͝͝ȋ̷̮̭̺̙̖̘d̸͎̋̉̑̽̌͝͠.̶̢̯͈̬̣̓͑̈̂̄͝͝ ̸̧̜̘̜͋̈́B̵̘͉͖͓̩͚̳͖̿̄̈̆̽̏̍̀u̵̝͑̄͑͝t̷͇̘͓͒̏̿́͋̌͜͠ ̶̢̭̫̓͆Į̷̨̡͕̱̗̤̳́͒̋̓̌̚'̷̼͔̻͈͠ḑ̴̪̗̜̻̹̬́̎͊͘͝ ̷̛̬̱͖̏̽̽́̽̚ͅl̶̛̝̜̪̰͉̱̘̐͆̋̐ơ̵̢͙͈̘̬͚̗͚͑̔̾́̍̎͒̚v̷̭̙̣̲͕̠̦͖̇́̈e̶̢̢͓̼̟̫̫͑͐͜ ̷̜͙̣̦̗̱̗͇̏̋̑̄́͝ḁ̴̡̜̀͐̉͝ ̶͓͇̲̮̜̖͈͊̾̑́̌͂̄ͅh̷̡̢̻̹̩̺́̓̐́͜u̴̻͉̐͂͌̊̀͜ġ̷̥̗̰̞̻̩,̸̛̹̜̰̳͊̓̉̈́͜͝ ̶̡̮̤̋̾I̸̜̘̜̪͋͐͒̂̕͝ͅ ̴̡̛̗̲̗͔̟̜̇̿͑͐̎̈́͝h̵̫͈̤̫͑a̴̖̦͉͖̰̿̌̆̓͘v̵̦̣̗͎͖͔͊͒̆̀̊̓̕��̦ȩ̷̛̦̬̲̑̒͆̒̆͊͛͠ṇ̶̩̰͓̄̈́'̶̡̭̩̹͖̯̫̤̜̂͐̃̈t̴̡͍̖̯͈̾̒̾͑̎ ̵̗̲̩̗̒̌̾̀̅h̸̺̩̻̯̠̫̟́͂̎̆̏̏͐̀a̷̯̠͔̺̣̖̘͐̃̏̀̈ḏ̴̭͉̞̙͈̓͝ ̸̢̡͇͎̳͕̞͚̈͐̃̋͒̄͝o̸̺̙͆̅̍̃̆̒̀̕͝ṉ̶̡̧͙̭̯̹͎̈́̃̃͋̋͠͝ë̴̥̮͚̯̥́ ̷͈͎̗̪̦͎̱̀͊͒̈̉̃̒̽͗ḯ̴̞͈̪̮͘n̷̢͓͈̝͇͚͍̬̝̐̽̓̈́ ̵͖̻͍͚̻̥͋͛̕͝͠͠ḷ̸̤͕̺͛̆̄̆̓̏͌͘i̵̧̤͚͗͊ţ̷̢̖̙͚͇̩̪͊̌̊͠e̸̢̼̯͎̿̀̒̊̉ȓ̷̳͕̉͆̏͑ả̵͖̦͇͉̗ľ̴̨̨̛̘͇̠̟͍̮̭̓̅͘͝l̴̠͈̳̗͖̠̯̏̂̔̀̆̊͝y̷̖̩̥̭̿̀͛̌̚͠ͅ ̷̡̹̲̙̗̍̽͊̍̃̊̑̊͜d̸̨̯̯͓͌͘ḝ̵̝͇̤̟̙͎̫̔c̸̡̛̥͖̹̍̇͊̾͆a̷̲͖̒ͅd̴̨̧͙̩̙̘̞͙̲͐̀͘e̴̳̬̯̞̣̓̊̀̈͐s̸̞̯̮̫̫̓̅̔̉̀̎̚̕͝.̸̜͈̪̝̺̺͆̍̂̀̅͊̔̓̕"̸̹̜̖̺̉̅́

Chara had a few tears in their eyes as they felt a feeling. Then they realized they were being hugged, and they began to sob as they tried to hold the invisible being. 

“Hey here is a question, we got guns from the Mob universes ready for this brat? They deserve your worst guys. They have lost the rights to mercy.”

“While I aprictae the offer, we don’t need guns. This kid needs a slow and painful death, and I’ve been having a, craving, per say.” Horror said, chuckling as the kid looked truly afraid for the first time that day. 

“Frisk, you overgrown hairy potato, I am done trying to talk you down. Pfft you think you are special? You think you are anything? You were made to be an empty space with no personality of your own so the player could easily put themselves in your place. If this is what you are like I am glad you have no lines in the game, you don't deserve them. What is even the point of you? (whispers to Paps) how is that for a distraction?”

“Whatever, you will be next.” Frisk said, right as they had to face Horror in hand to hand combat and were nearly sliced in half. 

“That was a good distraction! Good on you human! At least I assume you are human.” Papyrus said, shrugging. 

“So Alt Killer, you doing okay now that your Nightmare can't hurt you? and what about what happened to Horror? how did you guys handle that?”

“I’m doing a lot better, Alt’s been nice to me, and so has everyone else. I’m so glad to have people I can rely on to not abuse me for once. My Horror was the only one who bothered to treat my wounds, I didn’t talk or leave my room unless I was needed, that lasted until Alt came back and saved me.” He said, smiling as he rested in a small house he was provided. It was in Alt’s Doodlesphere as he had no other idea as to where to put it and trusted Killer. 

“Is annoying Dog helping? Come on puppy!”

The annoying dog yipped as it chewed on the mysterious artifact and wagged it’s tail as Frisk nearly got decapitated, or de-limbed several times and even moved Frisk closer to the bloody blade. 

“Oh boy I can't believe I am gonna do this. Gaster if you can talk to me I can try to uhh translate the WingDings. Any ideas from you to make things go smoother? Come on Doc let me atleast try.”

“☟☜☹☹⚐ 👍☟✋☹👎📬 ❄☟⚐🕆☝☟ ✡⚐🕆 💣✌✡ ☠⚐❄ 👌☜ ✌ 👍☟✋☹👎📪 ☞⚐☼☝✋✞☜ 💣☜📪 ✋ ☟✌✞☜ ☠⚐❄ ❄✌☹😐☜👎 ❄⚐ 💧⚐💣☜⚐☠☜ ✋☠ ✌ ✞☜☼✡ ☹⚐☠☝ ❄✋💣☜📬 ✋ 👎⚐ ☠⚐❄ 😐☠⚐🕈 ☟⚐🕈 ✡⚐🕆 ☹☜✌☼☠☜👎 ⚐☞ 💣✡ ☜✠✋💧❄☜☠👍☜📪 👌🕆❄ ✋ ✌💣 ☝☹✌👎 ✡⚐🕆 👎☜👍✋👎☜👎 ❄⚐ ❄✌☹😐 ❄⚐ 💣☜📬” Gaster said, smiling as he nearly melted into a puddle of goo in his grey space. 

“✌💧 ☞⚐☼ 🕈☟✌❄ ✋💧 ☝⚐✋☠☝ ⚐☠📪 ✋ 💧✌👎☹✡ 👍✌☠☠⚐❄ ❄☟✋☠😐 ⚐☞ ✌☠✡❄☟✋☠☝📪 💣✡ 💧⚐🕆☹ 🕈✌💧 ☹⚐☠☝ 💧☟✌❄❄☜☼☜👎📪 ✌☠👎 💣✡ 💣✋☠👎 ☞⚐☹☹⚐🕈☜👎📬 ☟⚐🕈☜✞☜☼📪 ✋ 👍✌☠ ❄☜☹☹ ✡⚐🕆 💣✌☠✡ ❄☟✋☠☝💧 ☼☜☹✌❄✋☠☝ ❄⚐ 💧⚐💣☜ ⚐☞ 💧✌☠💧🕯 💣⚐☼☜ 🏱☜☼💧⚐☠✌☹ 💧☜👍☼☜❄💧 ✋ 💧✌🕈 ✌☠👎 ☟☜ 💧☟✌☼☜👎 🕈✋❄☟ 💣☜📬 🕈☜ 🕈☜☼☜ 👍⚐🕈⚐☼😐☜☼💧 ✌☞❄☜☼ ✌☹☹📬” Gaster smiled as he snickered at some very hilarious memories and his several inches thick blackmail folder he had on his coworkers, bosses, and employees. 

“Hey uhh Error was what I said to Frisk too mean, I mean they don't deserve mercy but did I go too far?”

“Nope. You did wonderful.” Error said, smiling. 

“Here is a song for the Fell brothers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XaRcYnIk-Y “

“Nice. That’s going on a playlist.” Red said, winking. 

“Flowey, if there is a way to save Chara whose side will you be on?”

“Chara of course! I only helped Frisk kill everyone because I thought they were Chara at first.” Flowey scoffed, rolling his eyes as he felt the judging eyes of everyone burrowing down into him. 

“Ok I gotta know, how did you guys deal with the YandereBerry and who did they try to kidnap?”

“He tried to replace Blue. It was not pretty.” Stretch said, shivering at the memory.

“It was actually because of that horrific abomination of a monster that Red even confessed to me in the first place.” Blue said, not dropping his smile as he denounced the one creation Ink regretted making. 

“Y-yeah. Heck, Nightmare even chipped in to help us, though he later had to clarify that it was him, but we assumed it was him. Though we don’t know if Ink was making him, Nightmare said that considering what he saw, he would have helped.” Red said, looking away from Blue’s increased glitching. 

“Error if you think Yandere Ink is bad you do NOT want to meet the Fallen Star Sanses. They are all Yandere versions of Blueberry, Dream, and Ink. They are creepy and Nightmare should run if he sees a Yandere version of his brother, run like your soul depends on it cause it kinda does.”

“Sounds like an emergency. A yandere Dream, that sounds like something out of a horror movie, seriously, I’m glad Ink didn’t use that against us.” Error said, horrified.

“I would run from that no matter what. That is a contradiction of values.” Nightmare said watching some creators get out sketch pads and pencils. 

“NO!” He screamed before he was locked in a cage and watched as Maxie, Jana, Zack, Jack, and Beatrice discussed what would happen. 

“Don’t worry Nightmare, we won’t bring this to life. I’ll make sure of this.” Zack promised, and Nightmare growled as he tried to slip in between the bars, sadly they were too small.  

“You know Outer, I never got your opinion on you and Error. You have to admit he is a little cutie.”

“He is. Though everyone says he is cute, but in more of a fluffy bunny way than in the way you’re implying. When he isn’t reminding us of his title.” Outer said, shrugging. 

“So here is the thing I am worried about, how sure are we Ink is gone forever? He umm has a habit of coming back in most multiverses.”

“We can only hope Ink’s only gone forever.” Dream said, clutching his arms as he sat down, dar away from everyone else as he took a breather.

“What if Frisk somehow brings Ink back if he gets in the doodle sphere? Guys I am worried!”

“Then we have to make sure Frisk doesn’t get in. Though I can’t see how they’d bring him back.” Dream said, clutching his head as he laughed with a few tears escaping. 

“Fresh, are you worried about your new brothers fighting Frisk?”

“A little. Though they’re rad, they can handle any unfresh person out there.” Fresh said, smiling. 

“Hey Sans, if you don't agree to speak to a therapist, or at least your brother, I will keep finding songs that bring attention to your issues. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZFbHz5gb8Q”

“Well, I can actually see one and make progress when the kid is dead. And I made a promise to Dream to seek professional help one day.” Classic said, sighing as he slid down the side of the pillar he hid behind. 

“So glitter prank, we should also booby trap the shower so he can't wash off what he gets on him, I am thinking food coloring in the shower head. stain his bones.”

“Wow, you really live up to that Creator label. When the Red, Blue, and Black love triangle is over, we’re doing that. I do not want to pick sides.” Dream laughed, laying on the couch as he took a few deep breathed and rubbed his temples. 

“Black, I gotta know, why Blueberry? I mean he is already taken and he is happy, there are so many others you could go for, and I don't think you're gonna have many friends if you hurt Red and word gets out. Be it physically or otherwise. Why not just move on and find someone who is available? Let Blueberry and Red be happy.”

“Why not? He’d be happier with me.” Black said, grumbling. 

“classic when you dunk frisk you make a undodgeable attack supposing frisk managed to get to the first save point could you make a version of the get dunked attack so when the spawn they die”

“Half the fun is in the beatdown. As any of these guys can tell you.” Classic said, chuckling. 

“undyne can you teach me how to cook”

“Heck yeah! Come ‘ere punk!” Undyne said, as Alphsy laughed as her girlfriend.

“so will annoying dog allow you guys to drain frisk i don't think the dog will like that”

The annoying dog wagged its tail as Frisk was finally decapitated by Horror after withstanding several brutal injuries.

“so sans for the first time you can get to and stay on the surface aren't you excited ps tell me if i'm wrong but your issues come from frisk resetting when you get to the surface right”

“I am so excited, and nervous, I’ve never actually met another human besides Frisk that’s from this universe, funny to think that the template for the most powerful beings in all the multiverse is so isolated.” Classic said, sighing in relief as he felt another load go by.  

“annoying dog there are a ton of bones in undyne's cupboard just take them out of the wrapper and papyrus won't know so he won't harass you”

The dog barked in annoyance at the request, as if the prospect of not annoying Papyrus was not an option. 

“Classic, you know you are extremely loved. Not just by your friends and family but by the fandom, for so many reasons. I know some of the stories people write are uhh scarring but to be honest having this community has saved a lot of people from themselves. How do you feel knowing you give people hope after they thought there was nothing left to hope for? I just want you to know you are loved and valued, so take care of yourself.”

“I will, thanks.” Classic said dozing off. 

“Chara, if you could take Frisk's place somehow and rejoin your family, would you?”

"̷̠̝̲̅Ĩ̵̻̲͎̽̃̀̃̕n̵̥̼̱̳̯̔̀̀͊ ̶̲̩͋̋͘̚ȧ̸̠̱͉̉̈́̓͊͗ ̶̛̭̠̱̫̟̫͛̐̿h̵͈͉̺̀̈͐͑͘e̸̖̝͓͚͚̬͋̂̀͐͌̈ă̴̟̥͎̼͊̃̃͊̓r̷͉̤̯̭̽̊̕t̵̫̥̰̟͛͜b̶̩͕͉̗̩̭̉̌̅̈͛̓è̵̻͈̟̩̝͍ȃ̸͉͓̜͓͋́̾t̴̯̺͓̠̰̋̄͘͝͝!̴̜͎̂͜ ̷̯̓̽̎I̴̹͚͈̻͆̈́̈́ ̵̟͈͎͇̘͙́̓̏̈́̅͠ẅ̷́ͅa̴̛̞͊̈́̏̀̍n̶̯̹̪̫̻͙̈t̵̗͎̃͗ ̴͔̄̚͠t̷̡͉̹̺̦̾̋o̶̹̩͗͐̄͗͆͠ ̶͈̕b̴̢̆̕͝e̵͓̯͂̃̍ ̴̮̺͙̬̔̈́͝ẘ̸͕̭͍̻̑̕i̸̘̟̣͆̈́̍t̷̖͍͎͂͊ͅḫ̶̾ ̴͖̀̄̾́t̵͕̲̻̦͋̏̈́͌́̿ĥ̸̲̺̈́̄̉̕͝è̷̬m̵̨̳͈̅͜,̵͈̋̈́̉̋̍̍ ̸̡͖̳̟̹̔́Ḯ̵̧̬̜̗̻͕͗͆͆̀͝ ̸̻̟̺̻̫̭͑̚w̸̡͈̳͚̲͠a̷̖͚̳̔̈͘͜ͅǹ̶̼̣̱͝t̸̰͎̠̥̪̽̀ͅ ̵̮͚̞̠̊t̸̠̍̀͑ö̵̩̹͖̯̯́́̊̎ ̴̈́̓��͉̌̾h̴̡̛̭̋͗͛͝u̶̧̜͉̭͓̞͐̂̐̄̓̽g̶͈̔͂̂ ̶̳̟̱͈̍̔̑̓͊t̸̤̾̈́̚h̴̢̭͉̠͎͖̀́̈́͆͠e̵̹̙͂̓̅́̏m̵̜̥͇͑͌̎͐ͅ,̸̡͎̐̓̋ͅ ̸̛̯ṕ̶̣̮͚̗̜l̷̮͖̐̃̄a̴͎͛̀̎͋̾y̵̥͛̀͛ ̵̫̠̜͐̈́̈̄ͅw̵̢̠͍̯̉̎̚͠i̶̜͓̓̓t̴̹͍̰̫̒̂̈́̄͑́ḫ̷̛̆ ̴̝͚̤̄̏͐̀̏̚t̶̥̦̭̩̏͊͂͝ḣ̷̢̡̖̘̹͔̋̅̊ë̸̩̹́̍͌̽m̸̼̅͆̽,̶̟̀ ̶̠͉̗̜̀̏͐I̸̓̑ͅ ̷̰̳͉͇́͆͊̓l̷̦̬̓̈̄̿̚͜ơ̷̠̭͇̼̠v̵̟͎͑̄̒e̷̝̼̪͓̒̈ͅ ̴͖̎́͒̔͘t̶͎̪̎̚h̸͙̝̲̘̙́ͅě̶̱̥͎̽͛̀͝m̸͍̀̃̍͋͘ ̵̟̼̲͖̍͋̓̕m̶͖̰͈̼̈́o̷̞̞̲͊̿͋͜r̵͓̣̥͍͗̽́e̸̡̛̹̹͔ ̷̙͚̤͍̖̐̀͘t̸͖͙͚͐̈̍h̵̛̳̙̘͐̑̋̽͂ǎ̸̻͠n̴̜̒͗̎̑ ̵̧̛͓̯â̵̘͉̗͇͉̫͂̕̕ň̶͖͆̊̊͘y̶̟̯̼͊̊̚͠t̵̛͍̼͂̉͐ḫ̸̝̺̘̲́̾̊̆͝ḯ̸̫̈́̈̎̌͠n̷͇̦͇̾͌͆̎̀͝g̶̨̜͕̤̗͎̋̉̎̐̐̽!̶̢̡͙̼̖̩͊̈́̔͝͝ ̶̪̅̾̅̔̌̀Ȉ̶̖͔̈ ̴̥̑w̸̹̣̮͕̯̄͑̉̈͊͘å̸̡̨̺̯̆n̶̛̻̍̑̀t̸̡̳̲͝͝ ̷͔̠̔̄͂t̷͇̫̬̎́̐̔͋̕͜o̸͎̯̭̜̯̰͋ ̸̺̼̯̄̔̋͠b̷̥̠͕͂ͅȩ̸̲͚̪̯̿ͅ ̶̩̟̃̆̄̋͜t̵̼͒͘ͅĥ̴͈̹͔͙̗̗͘͝͝ȩ̴̙͈̊̈́̔ ̷̨̨̝̘͖̾͂͑͠p̷͚̝̽̂̏r̴̩̺̤̒͆í̸̺̋ñ̸̮̙c̴̼͓͐̇́̏̓͠ͅé̶̦͔͓̮͇͎͛̅͆s̵̳̞̏̿̅̂s̸͇͋̔ ̵̡̫̤̋̈̀͘͜m̸͙̣͇̹̞̓̾͜͠o̸͕̗̽̎̋̉͘͜͝ṅ̴̝̲̠s̸͍̑̈́̈̇̀͝ť̵͙͙̖̗͑͌͑̆ͅé̵̦͇̒̄r̴̨̺̬̤̥͍̀͐k̷̫͇͖̐̎̈́̍i̷͓͙̣̍̑͑̊́͠n̵̗̳͇͓̓͒͆̓d̵̘̥͍͍͉͚̾̈̍̀͘̕ ̶͎̬̤̱̜͆̾̔̔̀̕d̸̰̔̽͌́̌͝ê̴̻̖͌̚s̸̨̥͈͕͖̥͆e̷͕̪̞͂͐̀̿̆̈́r̸̠͓͖̦̱̈͆̏̈́̕v̸͕̰̫͉̞̾́̽e̸̟͙̯̳̜̊͋͂ṡ̵͉͔̀̃̽̑!̷̯͇̲͖̞̅̂̇͂̚"̵̬̇̔̅̄

Chara screamed it at the top of their lungs, holding their fists as they felt a trickle of determination flow through them, and their feet touched the ground for a brief moment, as if her body tried to become solid again. 

“Is Red's brother gonna help with the Black issue? It is kinda an insult to his family name that Black thinks he can butt in a steal from his brother.”

“He’s not involved in any shenanigans, though I’m pretty sure he’d defend my honor to the death. He’s a good bro like that.” Red said, laughing. 

“Any new universes you guys really like?”

“Well, Red liked Swap!Lust, and it took us a while to identify the difference between the two swaps. It was humiliating.” Dream said, sighing. 

“I however, am a fan of Littletale. Took them long enough to make it, I had seen so many notes on what the AU would be like and I’m so glad it’s here. They are all so cute.” Dream said, giggling. 

“Littleswap. I love seeing a baby version of my bro. He may have raised me, but I do like seeing a baby him.” Stretch said and Blue stuck his tongue out. 

“So is anyone ready to record the Black vs Red fight? I mean I am sure Blue will stop it before anyone gets too badly hurt.”

“We’re waiting for Black to make his move. Once he does, we’ll pounce.” Red said, “And that’s why it has to be quick, I want to bash his skull in real good.” Red said and Stretch rolled his eyes as he snickered. 

Blue, contrary to popular belief, heard everything. And he planned to crash their revenge party with a plan of his own. And it was going to be a Nightmare for all involved, except him of course.  

“So Frisk, had enough? you should reset and try something else. You can't beat THIS. Little demon.”

“I can beat anything.” Frisk said, staring down Killer, causing them to laugh. 

“Well, here to help me kill some more? You’re so cute.” Frisk said, and Killer returned the laugh, only more empty and sadistic. 

“I’m done with you. You’ll die three more times.” Killer said, launching a blaster at the child. 

“Error, you figured it out! I knew you would. No censoring can stop you!”

“Indeed.” Error said, enjoying the sounds of Frisk’s distress.

“sanses tell me if there is anything i can do to help you kill the demon child no one gets away with bullying tem”

“We appreciate the help, but we got this.” Classic said.

“chara which type of chocolate do you like more milk chocolate or dark chocolate?”

Ì̷̡̛̺̱̙̹̥͜͜ͅ ̷̨̘̻͖̜͍̦̠̉̌̑̔͌̓̈̃͠l̴̫͙̈́̈́̇͝o̶̢̹̖͝v̸͈̙̟͚̹͒̑͆̎ȇ̵͇̮̼̣͙̱̓́͆́͌ ̷̥̒̽̒̆͆a̶̞̱̦̗̱̱̽́̏̇͋̀͗͜͝͠l̶̬͇̑͊̈́̋̀͊̈́̓l̷̘͐́̕ ̷͋͂̈̀̒͛̆̾̕��c̶̢̮̣̼̩̮̩̥͍̈́͛̓̌́̂̆h̸̯̯̔͝ò̵͖̀c̴̙͗͌̈́ö̶̢͇̮̞̝̻̙̱͕́̍͗͘l̵̙̦͓̮̺̓ą̵̜͖̜̯̺̭̦̎̆͋̓̀̚ͅt̵̹̮̩̗̩͕̘̎̏͝ͅe̴̡̡̖̽̄̋!̴̝̫͚͕̏́̓̐̒͝͠͝͝ ̵͎̙̪̤͇̮̪͌ͅE̶̛̤̗̪̤͖̥͔͊̈͛͊͌̓s̵̨̳̫͚̺̒̑͒̀̇̓͂̚͝p̸̙͈̬̫͉̌͒͆̍̂͘͝è̴͕̯͎̀͐̍̄c̶͖͇̽̄̂̃̀̓̀̚̚į̵̰̲͕̪͍̰̤͊̈͝ͅa̶̧̹̠͈͙̺̋̐̑̅̅ͅl̷͉͝l̴̛̰̦̥̅̄̈́́̉͊͋̓y̷͎̗͕̏̃̽͠ ̶͈̹̱̳̲̈́̈̅͒͑̽͠͝w̸̙̻̬̩̪͙͓̭͑́̀̉́͆i̵̬̩̫͎͇͖͔̜̠̓̾̒͊̓͌̕̚͠ţ̵̛̼̤̦͇̻̠̙̄̌̈́͋̀̀͘h̷͖̗̮͕̤̗̥͚̮͘ ̶͖̟̠̥̼̠̳̏͂͆̍̂̄͠c̸̝̜̠̲̰̦̣͍͈̐͊̍a̸̞̞̮̱̬̲̥̋̓̏͆͜͝͠ͅr̴̫̣̟͔̈͊̌͜a̸̛̼̬̤̅̈̃̐̄̂͛̕m̸̧̝̣͓̺͕̠̗͗̍̏̓̀̈̾e̴͚͓̘̼͌̑̈́͐̎l̸̬̞͆ ̷͚̖͈̳̠̀̎͐̍̇͘̚ä̶̛͇́͗́̌̎n̴͉̆̽̑͜d̴̨̨̬̱̺̺̖̾̀̈́̒͐̈́ ̵̻̬͚̘͔̝͈͌͆̎̓̌p̵̛͚e̷̥̤̬͛̒â̵͚̪̽͗n̸̙̽̽̀̀u̸͍̣̘̰̤͇͉̤̖͋͑t̵̳̲̜͊̍̈̒͑̽͝ ̶̢͎̹̼͍̇͂̓̋͗̋̚b̵̖̥̫̜̖̳̱͌̈͆̓ͅu̴̠͚͍̞͙̥͂͑̎͌̿͠t̴̩̯̩̞͌̅͋̚t̷̨̛̜̳͎̑͌̊͒̈́̅ë̴̢̤̰͈́͐̄̎̾͐́r̴̛̰̼̫͕͕̦̩̙̟̓̉̍́͆͐͝.̵̜̩̮̆̑̋̓͠͝ͅ"̵̧̹̺͔̘͇͍̙̓̀̓̕͘

Chara said, licking their lips as their mouth watered slightly. 

“guys you need to get rid of floweys determination or he will be able to save and reset when frisk loses their determination”

“I lost the button for good. There are a few days between Frisk falling down and the beginning of the timeline, and I can’t save, load, or anything. Only with the use of the six souls can I hope to get that back and I do not want to go through the consequences of doing that. Nightmare is scary.” Flowey said, sighing. 

“what will you do with frisk when they dont have anymore dt? are you gonna kill him”

“Yep. If that doesn’t kill them, we will.” Sci said, his face grim. 

“Error, can you teach me how to make a plush?”

“Absolutely! I actually teach sewing classes every now and then.” Error said, 

“Hey Frisk, if you are feeling so big why don't you try to come kill me? oh you can't? too bad, looks like you just get to listen to me till you lose, and believe me you will lose. You're not as special as you think? Poor frustrated little murderer, so sorry if I don't feel any pity.”

“Just you wait and see, I will kill you. I am a god.” Frisk spat, throwing their knife and landing it in Killer’s arm, the blade sticking out of the other side. 

“You know a lot of people like to think of Geno, Error, and Fresh as brothers. They do have the same original creator and in a sense Error and Geno kinda are related very closely. So what do you guys think of this?”

“Not surprised. I actually like that, Fresh is pretty cool and Error is fun.” Geno said, watching the fight and getting ready to fight himself. He was rusty, but he could easily kill that brat. 

“sanses you're not gonna kill flowey are you?”

“If we don’t have to, we won’t.” Sci said, smiling kindly.  

“Chara what do you think of the skelebros?”

“̴̛̟̈́̈́̏̾́̔T̷̺̣͇͓͚̒̿̓̊͠h̵͖͠è̸̡̨̜̹̗̤̮̳̿́̆y̷̢̬͕̞̜̩͇͝’̸̥̻̦͕̞́̾̀́̕ŗ̸̹͉͚̝̈́̈́́͘͜͝è̶̢͉̑͂̌̔̑͠͝͠ ̴͓̋̆̂̏̾͆̈́̇s̷̟̘̝͊ö̴͍̝͈̙͖͎̝̭̪́̔̌̑̚͘̕ ̸̤͆̚n̴̙͙̜͍͔̗̈́̎i̴͍͓̟͑̊̇̓͂c̷̢̨̡͙̮̪̔ë̴̛̞̭̤̥̤̩̄̆̽͒͐ ̷̛̤͖͑̉͗̿͐͌̒a̸̛̤̤̹͙͒̃̉͋͠ņ̵̞̩̦̠̚͘d̷̨̥͓̘̫̘̙͕̟͒͝ ̸̫̙̫͙͇͗̈́͐̄̿́̑͆̕f̴̧̨̥̞́̍ͅu̵̡̘͓̯͍̮̻̟̐̎̐̀͆̍ṅ̵̢̛̠̱̯̹̫͊͋̋̈́͘͝ṇ̵̣͙̞̱̜̻̾͑͂̃͋̋̕ͅý̸̤̯̳̦̙̩͈̯̗͗̀̄̈́̓̽͝.̷̡̧̅̌ ̵̥̮̜͌Ï̴̛̮̙̫̼̎̌̕ ̶̛̩̻́̋͘͝r̷͕͍͋̅̋̍́̉͗͘̚e̶͕͙͙͒̒̂̈́̆͂̅̇͗à̶̧̛̻̮̝͖̞̈́̅͘͜͝l̴̺̬͇͉̓̈́̔͛͠l̵͔̙̝̮̫͍͙̥̖̔̒̈̿͒̔̂̚ý̷̺̺̟̤̩͗͌ ̶̜͓̳̉̍̋͌̽̕ȟ̵̛̻̼̈́͂̇̔̒̚o̷̧̢̼̭̭̮̟̠͐̂̇͆͑́͠p̸̹̩͍͚̫̯̬̓͐̑̍e̷̙͕͕̻͔͖͝ ̵̧̨͙͚͎̤̤̺̏̇̄̾̄͋͝ͅI̸̢̛̗̖͖̫̋̄́̿̚̚͝ ̷̨̥͈̅̅̈́́g̸̡̡̯̻̞̍̎̐ȩ̸̦͋̒̅ť̸̨̧͔̤͇̪͝ ̷̨̛̮͍͔̼͓̓̑̀̀̉ͅt̴̳͚͂̎o̸̡͈̫̼͌͋͠ ̵̖̹̞͙̪̐b̴̪̹̋̊̀̅̌̿͝e̸̡̡͈̝̰̺̩̲̥͆̽̒̿̌͒͋f̵͎̣͗́̔̔̆͆̆̕r̵̮͖͉̟̔̌̆̃ǐ̶̭̤͉̦̼̟͌͘ẹ̴̭̥̟̖̰̘̤̓͛͋̆̇͑̈́̇ņ̶͖̱̗̝̔̈́̑̏ḓ̴̡̨̱̯̬͒̾̊ ̸͍̝̫͍̄t̴̤̞̜͚̫̿̐͜h̶̨̼̗̭̦̠̩̐̍͊̀e̵̲̪͌̾̎̾̍͠m̸̟̥̂.̷̞̞̞̘̅̅͠”̷̠̯͙̠̯̹̉͗̒̈́̂̈́̈́͜͜ ̶̬̉͌̃̃̅̄͘

Chara said, content to watch Frisk receive a similar injury to Killer. In the exact same spot.

“to the sanses which one of you will be lucky enough to kill a human”

“Not sure. Depends on what happens.” Classic said. 

“chara in the post genocide pacifist ending frisk looks like you after toriel leaves the room and then everyone died what's the explanation”

“̸̧̡̛̣̦̜̬̘̰̼̬͔͒̓͊̀̽̔̋͌͠Ņ̷̧̛̬͙͉̻̱͍̭̫͓̩̮̞͈̞̒̊̑̈̎̍̓͌̚ͅo̸̡̨̡̮̠̪͍̫̜̱͋̆̈́̇́̐̍́͂̕͘͝ ̵̡͍͈͚͂̐̆̌̒̀͑̀̇̇͆͜͝o̵̲͉͔̤̰̭͚̞̖͌̄͛̅́̾ṅ̸̘̭̣̤͇̣̌̇͆͗̽̈̃́͝ẽ̵̡̡̛͙̳͚̗̼̠̜͎̦̠̹͙̫̞̟̥̔́̓͑̂̓͗͂̕͘͝ ̸̪͓̙͖̘̜̟̲̟͉̣͚͇͙̞̭̰͚̆̇́̿͛̔̑͂̈͌̏́̌͂̚̕̕d̸̢̛̜̜͙̖̪̟͎̙͉̦̬̙̥̼̳̠̟̄̏͆͝į̴̢͉̖̮͉̖͙̙̻̭̜̗̮̙̮̜͛͐̊̽̓̊̎͆̔͊́͑͊̅̆ę̸͓̺̝͔͇̫̜͖͓̼̺̳̲̩̟͈͙̻̝͊̃͋͒͛͘d̶̢̪̦̫̬̲̬͎̅́͛͆̏͋͂̊͋͒͛̅̂̕̚.̸̢̨̧̨̺̪͓̖̘͍̦̗̫̟̖͇͍̗͎͊̉͌͋̐̅̈́̾̀̑̔͌͒̊͐͘̕͝͠͝ͅ ̸̨̢̠̥̣̖̲͕̙̂̽̏̒͘I̵̡̢̢̼̼͔̻͖͕̘̭̘͙̮̬̫͈̐́̒̄́̏̕ ̷̧͔̯͍̖́͐͆̊̓̏͠��̮̱̗j̶̢̧̰̘͓̬̯̲̙̩̳͔̲͇̟̲̹̬̩̝͒̈̊̈́͝ư̵̧̢̡͈͖͖͙̼̞͔̟̫̯̦̊́̄̃͋̃͝s̷̡̛̮̖̱̼̜̗̭̻̲̫͌́͋̈́̀̒̉̂̿̚͜ţ̶̛̱͈̭̮̳̽̽͗́̎͆̈́͊̀̀͛͘ ̷̢̗͇̹̞͖̱̞̳̻̻͓̺̘͍͇̳̭͓̊̍̓̉̔́̈́̎̀̅͐͐͠͝w̸̡̧͉̹̠͉͂͐͆̃̎͐͒̏͜ą̷̨̛͍͎̤̥̟̺̻͔͇̻̋̍̎̋̓̑͝n̶̩̩̣̬̫̒̔̂̅̊̐̀͌̏̉̔́̆́̕͠ṱ̸̙͍͙̯̟̊̃͌́ͅę̶̧̢̢̣̗̖̼͉̬̘̖̣̬̣̙͖̽̅̎̾͒̋̃́̎̊̀́͋͝d̴̡̟̖͙̗̓̔̒̉̌̏̉͒̔̀́͑́̈́̓̓̈́̈́͊ ̵̧̡̛͉̹̼̳̹̜̭̗̠̗̺̑̈́͑̔̒̿̏̃̇́̋̊̇̉̾͒̚͝ͅẗ̶̨͔͚̣̞͍̥̯͖̹̗̘̰̪̰͕͈́ͅo̷̢̞̣̗͔̩̱̻͖͇̲͂̔̀̾̿̋̏͌̆̈̐̑̚ ̶̧̛̺̻̹̲̟̝̹̹̓̇̓͊̄͋͗̿͐͑͛̉́̃̕̕ͅs̷͚̠̲̬̹̰̪̙̹̝͎͔̣̹͇̾̈̇̄̐́̌͒͊̉͌͂̃̽̕͜͝͠͠ͅç̷̤̠͚̞̤̫̭͈͉͊̈́͊̑́͒̽̉͌͛̈̑̃͌̂̋͛a̴̼̐̐̾̎̔͘r̴͕͛̅̅̅͆̒ê̷̡̬͙̺̯͑͛͊͛̎̾ ̸̣̆͊̓́̅̆͌́̊̆̉́̑̚͝͝F̷̩̞̻͈̪͖͊͛͛r̶̨̝̣̟̉̀́̂͋̓̓̀̉̄̽͛͗͊̑͌͗ĩ̴̪̖̌s̵͙̦̟̰̞̱̝̜̘̙̝͇̽̾̃́͆̌̔̈́̔̌̑͂̈́́̓͝k̵̡̢̺͍͇͔̟̹̺̤̭̠͉̱͓͊͌̋͜.̶͔͇̯͉̯̘̣͈͑̋͌̍̎͛̔͘̚ ̴̨̧̜͚͖͔̝̖̠̟͖͈̆̌͌̆̇̈́̌̽͋̅̑͜͠M̴̨̛͔̩̘̭͌̔̈́̀̅̈͒̎͂̽̀̆̋̎̐̇͘͝͝ͅã̶̙͇͂̈́̔̎̇̅͠ḱ̶̗̲͈̦̩͚̹̦̠͒̽̿̀̿̈̐͌͝͠͠ͅē̶̥̳͉̼̩̓́̄̏̆͊̍͂̇͋́̕͘͝ ̴̨̢̝̯̮͕̰̼̦̾̓͋̀̿̈́͑͝t̴͖̠̊̐̋͛͒͐͑̈́̽͊̃̈́̋̌̊̌͝h̸̛̰̞̀̈́̉̔̽̑̽̅́̀̔͗͌͋̕͘͜͠͝ȩ̶̝̬̪͈̙͕̺̹͇̹͂̃̄̇̈̄̒̄͋̀̕͜ͅͅṁ̸̨̝̣̬͈̦̬̠̪͖̗̞̭͑̄͒͌͠ ̶̡̲̟͙̝̬̭̌̉r̶̼̟͍̦̭̭̱̀̓̈́̏͋̈́e̶̺͎͙̬̱̋̉̆̈́͒̈́̐̔̒͜m̵̨̦̫̟̗͔͍͇̗̠̋̂̆ę̷̹̝̫̝̝̬̲̣͇̦̯̫̦͉̀̍̌̅̔̑̌͜͝m̵̡̩̟̗̠̯͎͚̆̈́̀̇͒͒̍̽̔́̾̎̓͜b̴͔̤͕̩̼͖̬̙̟͉̘̭̒̾͌̅͐̆̑̊e̵̢̢͉̣̙͎̳̖̟̣̻̦͍̟̠̝̠͓̲͐͋ͅr̶̢̝͔̥̠̩̪͖̿͗͌͆̌͂̿̑́͑̐̈͛͘͝͝ͅ ̷̛̙̫͍̺͈͍͂͒̽̈́́͌̉̔͛͂̓̈́̔͘͝w̷̬̙̳̱̪̰͎̥͕̯͈͊̄̏̊͠͝h̵̟̮̠̪͓͙̲͈̦̗̭̗̭͈͑̽̔͐̏͜ą̶̧̧͎̟͔͈̙͈͍͌̅̚͝ẗ̶̘̩̖̦̳̼͖̱̩̖͉̍́͋̚ ̶̨̪̳̞͔̟̭̪͕̽͐͋t̷̢̗̦̙̟̗̹̗̮͈͔̹̤̬͙͙̼̹̑̄̑̉̉̍͋͑̃̆̇̑̓̅̓̽͗̇̑͝ͅh̷͔̮̞͙̄͆͋̋̂̓͂̄̇̏̏̽̇e̵͔͒y̴̧̬͎̗̻͕̳͎̮̻̙̰̞̖̌ͅ'̵̧̨̹̯̝͎̳͓̇̄̑̀̉̀̐͊͠v̵̦͉͔͚͑̈́̓̀̐̓̓͆̅̊͗̍͛̌͌̕͝ͅe̴͎̦̽̒́̀̂͋̓̕̕ ̷̰͉͈͔̼̣͎̟͖͈͊͜͠��d̵̢͇̠̝̖̮̞̼̥̟͍̬̥͔͉̯̳͖̤͋͜ọ̴̭̘͍͈̥̣̫̫̭͎̱͇̪̺͚͈̻̈̚͜n̴̢͇͕̻̲̰͙̰͓̫̰̩͈̹͇̞͍̊̉ͅē̵̛̤̿͗̂̀̍̋̈́͂͘ͅ ̴̜̹̜̓̐̿̀̎̌͒̇͒̀̃̅͊͛͂̿̅̒̚͝t̷̛͓̟̲̥͕̲̭͍͂̏̄̓̓̓̏̓͒́̔̃͘͝͝o̴̪̺̮̺̜͕͕͒́͂́̊̈̂̽́̋̔̀̋̇͊͂̄́͘ ̷̢̛̩̟̗͚̞͈̹̩͙̍̉͗̔͗e̶̤͎͛̓͆̓́͒̏̈́̈́̀͋͊͛͒̈́͌͠v̶̩̗̖͕̇͊̽̉̿̑́̔̆̚̚̚ę̶̢̳͕̱̩͉̠̹̩̰͓̩̫̫̬͇͕̩͐̉̉̎̒r̵̰̅̒͛̌̐̕͠ẏ̷̝͚̮̩͖͔͚͚̳͚̩͉̹̟̪͔̓o̸̢̦͋̔̅̃͑͆̐͂̐̌͆̎̍͋̈́̕ǹ̴̨̝͔͂́̈́͘͝ȩ̶̢̧̛̪̭̤̪͈̝̠̹͎̳͎̘͓̲̱̣̣̔̾̍̋͑̒͋͑̿̎̄͛̊̾͠͠ ̶̢̢̧̛͔̪͍̌̇̽̾̒͛͆͋̔̂͑́͋̕͠I̸̡̡̘̭͕̭̾͌̚͜ ̸̛̠̞̳͉̦͉̥̦̀́͆́͋̈́̀̈́͛̽̿͘̕̕̕͠͝͝l̶̢̗̼̜̦̖̬͇͚̪͖͐̀̊̓͗́̀̅̎̓̂̔̀̕͘͜ó̶̢̨̞̣̹̥̰̠̺͇͍̈́̋̃̅̌̊̅͋͐̚͝ͅv̸̛̤̞͓̊͊̌͋͌͂̓̅͠e̵̢̧̨̧͖̮̙͓̪͚͇̫̲̩͉͚̠͑̈́͛̍̓̃͝͠.̵̢͚̝̥͎̼̣͖͎̣̹̫̺̩̬̳̯̉̈̓͌̂̓͊̏̒̎”̵̡̛̜̪̩̖̱̭͙̯̊̂͛̽̽͂̀͝͝ ̷̡̢̢̼̲̦͍͉̲͖̞̺̰͙̜͔̪̝̣͖̂͑̚͘

Chara spat, eyes glowing a dark red as dark red sparks flew off their body, it was slowly growing less transparent, though it regressed quickly when Chara calmed down. 

“classic sans about how often do you get the hackers ending”

“Once. It was incredible to see their face next time around.” Classic said, grinning. 

“Hey Blue, how do you feel about the whole thing that happened with Ink? Are you ok now? I support you fully!”

“I’m doing a lot better, I have bad days, five years is nothing to trauma. But I have an amazing support system and did seek professional help, so I’m doing great!” Blue said, he looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself as he looked down in shame.

“Nightmare, do you guys have a plan incase Ink DOES return somehow? Never hurts to have a backup plan.”

“We managed to remove the piece of code Ink uses to control us. So if he does come back, he’d need to make a new army. And thanks to the Creators, we managed to get it done on a multiversal level, so people that don’t know won’t be brought in against their will.” Nightmare said, “So I’d say that’s the best thing we can do.”

“Reaper do you remember when Ink brainwashed you to be a toddler and made you do embarrassing stuff? Thoughts?”

“Nope. And I could and lived without that information.” Reaper said, curling up into a ball.

“Also I took a look back at what happened in the story, with Ink I mean. Something happened to change him, he watched the multiverse deteriorate once. Lost his memories, gave into despair and forgot everything. Walked alone for who knows how long while something else built up inside. I think there was even more to the Ink issue than anyone first thought, I don't know though. Something about it still doesn't sit right with me.”

“The Creators filled us in on what happened.” Alt said, “I can’t help but feel a tiny bit sorry for him. He lost everything and became a monster. And you know what context I’m using.” Alt said, sighing. 

“But the past is in the past. He ripped his soul to shreds, heck, I even looked for them while he waited to kill Ink. But I couldn’t find them, though we do know he remembered the old multiverse.” Dream said, looking at Alt who had walked in the room he was in. 

“Oh yeah, and I feel the need to remind Reaper that he is also adorable!”

“I am the incarnation of death. The embodiment of the act of dying! I am not adorable, baka!” Death said, grumbling before he realized what he said. 

“flowey your a jerk why don't you let people have a perfect happy ending in their first run”

“Because I’m a jerk.”

“frisk can you tell me what you think of true lab?”

“Creepy.” Frisk said, a knife lodging itself in their throat as they collapsed. 

“You’re not the only one who can throw.” Killer said, flipping the kid’s corpse off. 

“sans can you help me make a trash tornado like the one in your room”

“Sure. You just snap your fingers and make a tornado.” Classic said, winking.

“sans are you ness?”

“Yes, I am a ness. But I thought it was obvious. All Sanses are a mess.” Classic said, and Papyrus groans could be heard. 

“sans i imagine it must be really hard to treat frisk like a good person when they are doing a pacifist path when you know their sins”

“It is so hard. Just glad I don’t have to deal with them any longer.” Classic said.

“Outer what do you think of Error's love for your AU? He likes it a lot, in case you didn't now.”

“A lot of people do. So it’s not unusual. Why’d you ask?” Outer said, grinning like a cheshire cat. 

“Hey Geno, Reaper. you guys are shipped a lot too.”

“Do not remind me.” Geno said, “I had to cut contact with the creators because of that.” 

“I’ve been trying to get to him, but everyone keeps finding ways to keep me away from him.” Reaper said, pouting. 

“papyrus why did you think toriel was asgore's clone?”

“I had never seen her before. What was I supposed to think?” Papyrus said, and Toriel laughed. 

“alphys I think mew mew kissy cutie 2 is better than the first one”

“HOW?! It completely ruins the characters and destroys the world building! How?!” Alphys said and Undyne chuckled as her girlfriend.

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Title: From Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

Author: AnchoredTether

Rating: T [graphic depictions of violence, major character death]

Pairings: Stydia, Scallison, Malisaac, Scira

Series: Teen Marauders

Chapter: 1/?

Summary:  Scott and Stiles receive their acceptance letters into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, two loners who instantly connect on the train and keep their friendship strong despite their division among houses. When Scott is bit by a werewolf in his fifth year, his best friends Stiles, Allison, and Lydia come up with a plan to make his transformations less painful.

Author’s Note:  In this story I’ve incorporated canon from both Pottermore and the Harry Potter books, and a few things from Teen Wolf canon have been incorporated as well for werewolf lore. As far as storyline goes, it plays out relatively similar to the Teen Wolf story with the same established relationships except for the alterations that Lydia and Allison are already friends with Scott before he becomes a werewolf, and characters such as Isaac, Kira, and Malia have been there the whole time and everyone knows each other. As far as house sorting, I know a number of you will disagree with me. And I agree some characters share traits from two or even three houses, so it was hard to decide. But in the end, I chose houses that I felt best reflected the characters’ strongest traits. I don’t delve too much in years 1-4, but there is the occasional flashback. I mostly focus on years 5, 6, and 7, which will reflect Teen Wolf’s timeline of sophomore, junior, and senior respectively. There will be some storylines from both Teen Wolf and Harry Potter incorporated into this AU as well.

1st Year August 31st

“Hey, can I sit in here with you?”

“Sure...there’s plenty of room.” When Stiles Stilinski entered the booth and sat across from him, Scott had no idea he would quickly become his best friend. Scott shyly offered him a small smile, then avoided eye contact by staring out the window. But the other kid would not shut up. “Ooooh man I’m so nervous! But I’m so excited!! This is insane. This is all craaaazy! But it’s all so real, you know? I can’t exactly deny anything. But at the same time I have no idea if I’m dreaming all of this and I’m just doing some crazy sleepwalking episode again and my dad is going to wonder why I’m making a sandwich in the kitchen at three in the morning.” Scott chuckled softly as he brought his attention to the kid who decided to sit with him. “You sleepwalk?” He scoffed. “Yeah. Quite a lot. In fact, that’s partially the reason how I found out I’m a wizard. Apparently I would sometimes make objects move on their own when I sleepwalked. Sleptwalk? Sleepedwalked. Stelptwalked. I don’t know the proper term.” “You didn’t know you were a wizard?” The kid across from him stilled like a cat hiding under the bed. “I....I’m...neither of my parents are…magical.” “Oh...” Scott frowned, lowering his eyes a moment before returning them to the boy. He smiled to ease the conversation. “That must be hard. How’d your parents take it?” He still looked uneasy, but right before the kid was about to answer him, Scott spoke up with concern in his voice. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to- I mean I didn’t want you- you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” “No, it’s okay. I just...” The boy tilted his head and narrowed his eyes curiously. “Hold on, I don’t even know your name! Sorry I suck at manners. I’m Stiles.” He held out his hand to shake. “Stiles?” Scott smiled as if to hold back laughter. “Is that short for something?” Stiles deadpanned so hard Scott was afraid he might be plotting to kill him. “It’s a nickname. How about that? My last name’s Stilinski. That’s where it comes from.” “Oh okay. That makes sense.” Scott nodded as if that validated Stiles’ name as normal, but deep down he still thought it was strange. “I’m Scott. Scott McCall.” He shook his hand and waited for some kind of response from Stiles at the mention of his last name, but then he remembered he was muggle-born. Stiles smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you, Scott.”

“Sooo....how much do you know about everything?” Scott asked idly as he broke into a chocolate frog. “How do you mean?” “About magic. Hogwarts. The wizarding world.” “Oh, right. That.” Stiles swallowed hard. “Next to nothing? I mean I tried to research as much as I could but there was nothing to research unless I went to Diagon Alley, and I was only able to go there yesterday. I bought a bunch of books to study, but I figured I would be too anxious on the train to focus so I didn’t bring any on my person.” “Do you know about the houses?” “Houses? No not really. I just know what was in the acceptance letter. And...what I observed in Diagon Alley.” “Well there’s four.” Scott explained. “When we get to the school we’ll be sorted into a house, by the Sorting Hat. It determines what house you are based on your personality and stuff. Supposedly the Hat can see your potential, so its sorting is always accurate.” “What are the different houses?” “There’s Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. My mom’s a Gryffindor, and my dad...he’s a Ravenclaw.” “What does it mean? Are there certain traits to each house?” “Yeah, there’s also animals and colors for each house, and that kind of represents the house too. Gryffindor is a lion, Hufflepuff a badger, Ravenclaw an eagle, and Slytherin a snake.” Stiles pondered quietly a moment. “What house do you think you fit into?” Scott shrugged. “I really don’t know. Some wizarding families have everyone in the same house, but with my parents being different houses, I’m not so sure.” “Can different houses interact with each other?” “Oh yeah. classes are just by year, so they’ll have students from all houses. But your dormitory will be in your house, and most people usually spend time with those of their own house. But my mom said it’s easy to interact with anyone.” “Ah. That’s good, I guess.” Stiles wondered if he and Scott would be in the same house or not. Either way it was reassuring to know he could still see the only person he met so far. “Do they...is there a mailbox at Hogwarts?” Scott snickered. “Wizards don’t use the post system. We have owls. It’s much faster. But yeah, there’s lots of owls at Hogwarts just for students to use.” “Right. I wasn’t too fond of getting myself an owl, but I need to write my dad so he doesn’t worry about me.” “Do you have any pets?” “I have a cat. Her name’s Roscoe.” “Isn’t that a guy name?” “Yeah, but it also means handgun. And she’s black.” Stiles shrugged. “I had her before I got my acceptance letter, and it said we could bring a cat. Do you have any pets?” “No...I thought about getting an owl too, but I have no idea how to care for owls.” The train lurched, and when Scott glanced outside the window, he beamed at Stiles. “It looks like we’re almost there!” “Finally.” Stiles said as he tapped his fingers nervously on his knee.

“Scott McCall.” When deputy headmistress Braeden called Scott’s name, Stiles had to nudge him to pull him out of his trance. He looked over at his friend and gave a sad smile before heading up to the stool that would decide his fate. It didn’t take the Hat very long to announce, “HUFFLEPUFF!” From what Stiles had gathered, Hufflepuff was the kindest house, and he felt it was fitting for his new friend Scott. The table of golds and blacks welcomed him warmly with applause and cheers. Stiles wondered if he would be welcomed the same. Several more names were called, and Stiles could feel the dread intensify as he cursed his dad for having a name that was so far down the alphabet. He stole a couple of glances at Scott, and he occasionally found his gaze and offered an encouraging nod. It felt like such a defining moment. What if he was sorted into a house he didn’t belong? What if he was sorted and everyone there hated him? What if he didn’t fit the characteristics of that house? Stiles had to remind himself it was magic. The hat was magic, it would magically know what house he belonged. Everything would have to work out perfectly, because magic was involved. “Stiles Stilinski.” Exhaling deeply, Stiles went up to the stool and had the hat placed on his head. He closed his eyes tight as he prepared for the worst and hoped for the best. “SLYTHERIN!” Stiles opened his eyes to see the thunderous applause and whooping that came from the table of green and silver. The Slytherins were spirited, that much was certain. He recalled rumors of Slytherin being the house of dark witches and wizards, but the negative doubt in his mind was cleared instantly when he found himself sitting next to the most beautiful strawberry blonde.

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Chapter 6. Happy New Year

I do not own Harry Potter or the characters created by Rowling

So, I know in the first chapter I said that Anneliese has black hair, I actually meant to change that before I posted it, but I can be really forgetful. She actually had her hair dyed a reddish brown and by the beginning of Christmas break her hair was down to her shoulders and flipped out, kinda like Tracy’s hair from Hairspray (the 2007 version), and the hair dye had faded out into her natural light brown hair.

Plus, I wanted there to be a little bit of stuff from others POV, I was mostly doing a 3rd person with Albus, but I’m throwing some other people in there. It will be important for later dates

( Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 )

Chapter 6. Happy New Year

Albus sat on the couch in the living room. It was the 31st and he was waiting for Scorpius and Anneliese to arrive. He sighed as he flipped through the pages of the comic his aunt had gotten him. She tried to talk to him about Rose when she gave it to him, but he got out of the talk by claiming he was needed somewhere else. 

He heard the roar of the fireplace and he looked up, he saw the dirty blonde hair of his friend appear. Albus sat the book down and stood up, “Hey Scorp!”

Scorpius smiled and stepped out of the fire, “Hey Al, how’re you doing?”

“Good, you?”

“Same, so are we just waiting for A?”

“No, no you are not.”

“Oh my god.” Albus gaped at Anneliese. “Your hair!”

Her hand instinctively raised up to her hair. “Oh, yeah, asked my aunt to cut and dye it. You don’t like it do you?” The smile on her face fell slowly.

“No, I like it, it’s cute. It’s...you!” She smiled again, “Honestly, not many people can rock half shaved hair, but you look good with it.”

Scorpius nodded, “He’s right, it suits you.”

“Good because I like it.” She looked around, “What room are we in?”

“Our living room, c’mon, let me show you my room.” They followed Albus out of the room and up the stairs. He stopped when he reached the door. “So, my sister, Lily, will be home in, maybe an hour or two. That’s her room, she said that you can stay in there if you feel more comfortable, mum also said you guys can stay in the extra rooms as well.” He opened the door and let them in, “It’s not much, but it’s comfortable.”

“I like it, but it’s just so….” Scorpius started, but he couldn’t seem to find the right word.

“Gryffindor.” Anneliese stated easily, “So not you.”

Albus shrugged, “It’s been like this my whole life, I never really noticed or cared. Maybe I'll ask mum and dad if I can repaint it over the summer”

“It's up to you, and I'm not surprised that you never noticed, you never notice anything.” She walked over to his desk and picked up the radio, “I have one of these.” She turned back to Albus, “My mum always has been interested in Muggle things, anything that can play music she has fallen in love with. I have one in my room.”

Albus nodded, “There’s more muggle technology downstairs if you’d like to see.” They walked out of his room and back down the stairs. \

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“I don’t understand muggle sports.”

“I don’t understand sports in general so I beat you. Well, that is unless you count dancing, gymnastics, ice skating, or ice skating a sport, then I understand it.”

Albus shook his head at his two friends, “Of course that’s all you understand L.”

She shrugged, “They’re less dangerous and make more sense then Quidditch, Futball, Soccer, Tennis, and other sports.”

Everyone jumped when they heard the front door slam. “Lily?! Is it you?!”

Soon later Lily came into the room, her face was red from running in the cold, tear marks stained her face. She ran over to Albus and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her. “I hate her.”

“Who Lils?”

“Maria.”

“What happened?”

She sniffed, “She made fun of the fact that you and James go to Hogwarts, but since she believes it’s just a fancy private school, she said that it’s probably a centre for troubled youth and called you strange and then called me weird!”

“Oh Lily,” He murmured.

“Then she told me I look horrible and then said things about daddy’s scar and I wanted to tell her why he had it but she wouldn’t stop talking and making fun of me!”

“Lily, I’m so sorry that she did that to you...well, if it’ll make you feel any better, you can hang out with me and my friends. I’m sure they’ll be okay with it,” He looked over at his two friends, “Won’t you?”

Scorpius just nodded and Anneliese spoke, “Of course! Now I won’t feel alone as being a female!” Making everyone laugh, she walked over to Lily, “Us girls gotta stick together,” She held her hand out to Lily, “I’m Anneliese.”

Lily smiled, “I’m Lily!”

“What a pretty name.”

“I was named after my grandmother! Hey, do you know the muggle movie Barbie: Princess and the Pauper?”

“Of course! I babysit some of the little kids in the town near where I live and I’ve seen it about a dozen times! Wanna hear something cool?” Lily nodded, “My middle name is Erika. The movie came out the year before I was born and my mom has joked about saying that was why she named me that when in actuality she named me after her grandmother, my great-grandmother, and her brother, my uncle, his name was Erik.”

“Wow! That’s so cool!”

She nodded softly, Scorpius walked over to Lily, “I’m Scorpius.”

Lily shyly smiled, the blush that came to her face was only noticed by Anneliese. “Hi.”

Anneliese smirked and held back a small laugh. Little Lily had a crush and it was painfully obvious to the elder girl.

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Everyone was getting their pajamas on before they were walking downstairs to watch the countdown for the next year. Albus and Scorpius were sharing Albus’s room while Lily and Anneliese were sharing Lily’s room (mostly because Lily begged for Anneliese to be with her). Anneliese was slipping a shirt on while Lily was reading a magazine. “Anneliese?” The other girl looked at her, “How...how is Albus doing?”

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know, I just overheard my family talking on Christmas Eve night. Uncle Ron was saying things about Al being in Slytherin. I don’t get why he hates them so much, what did they do wrong?”

The black haired girl sat across from the small redhead. “How much do you know about the Wizarding Wars?”

“I know that many died and that it was a terrible event, why is that important?”

“Just wait, do you know what Voldemort’s followers were called?”

She nodded and Anneliese motioned for her to say, “Death Eaters.”

“Good, well, the majority of them were from Slytherin house. It’s a stereotype that all Slytherins are evil. I bet he’s upset because Al befriended a Malfoy, the Malfoy’s were big Voldemort supporters. Lucius Malfoy went to jail because of it. Draco Malfoy was tasked to kill Dumbledore, but he didn’t. But, Narcissa Malfoy, she saved your dads’ life. She lied to Voldemort and said he was dead, just because he told her that her son, Draco, was alive and okay.”

“But just because they were like that then doesn’t mean they still are.”

“I know, but some people can’t see past that.”

She sighed, “I’m happy that Al met you two, he seems happier than he was before he left.” 

Anneliese smiled softly, “I know, even on the train, he seemed miserable.” Then she sighed, “Has he always had a bad relationship with James?”

She nodded, “Yeah, they always fought. Never did it physical like it does now though. When mum and dad were talking about it when they started to happen-”

“Wait, physically? I just knew of their verbal fights, never did I know they got physical.”

Lily nodded, “Yeah, a few weeks ago James broke Albus’s nose even, apparently, according to James, that was because Albus ‘attacked’ Rose. I know she attacked him first, he was only defending himself.”

Anneliese let out a breath, “Huh, I never knew, Al just said that he ran into a wall in the dungeons, which isn’t surprising because well, it’s Al.”

Lily laughed, “Omg, we have a treehouse in the backyard and when we were little he fell out of it while trying to climb out and broke his arm. He also broke his leg from falling down the stairs.”

Anneliese began to laugh, “Why can I see that happening?”

Lily just shrugged her shoulders and died her laughing down. “What time is it?”

Looking at her watch she immediately bolted up, “11:58!”

Lily’s eyes widened and they both ran out of her room. They ran down the stairs, almost tripping on the way down. Making it into the room just as the 30 second countdown started. “You guys almost missed it.”

They rolled their eyes and Anneliese swatted at Albus’ arm. The 10 second countdown started and they all counted down. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1, Harry and Ginny shared a kissed, along with Victoire and Teddy, who decided to come over a few hours back. “A year closer to going to Hogwarts.” Anneliese heard Lily say softly while she heard Albus and Scorpius mutter, “A year closer to graduating.” She just rolled her eyes and the boys and gave Lily a side hug.

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It was the next morning. Albus was laying in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Reflecting on his last year. Getting accepted into Hogwarts, meeting the two best people, being put in Slytherin, his family hating him just because of his house. Sure, not all of it was fun, but the majority of it was.

There was a knock at his door and then it opened, “Albus? Are you and Scorpius up?” He sat up when Ginny asked the question, “Okay, well, if Scorpius isn’t up, then maybe wake him up in about 30 minutes. I’m making breakfast. Lily and Anneliese are downstairs playing Wizards Chess and James left about an hour ago.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s 10 am sweetheart.” Albus nodded and she left the room. He crawled over his bed and shook Scorpius’ shoulder.

“Dude, wake up, moms making breakfast.”

Scorpius shot up, “Food?”

Albus laughed at his friend. His dirty blonde hair was sticking out everywhere. “Yes, food. It’s 10 am. Apparently James left and the girls are downstairs.”

Scorpius scratched the back of his head, “We probably should get down there then, should we?”

Albus shrugged, “It’s up to you man.”

He got up and off the blow-up mattress, “Then let’s go.”

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It had been two hours since his friends left. He and Lily were playing a muggle game called Go Fish. That was until James’ voice appeared, “Are you done investing the house with snakes?”

Albus rolled his eyes, “Are you done being a dumbass?”

“Y’know, mum and dad are fighting with our family because of you. Did you know that? I overheard mum and Aunt Hermione complaining about dad and Uncle Ron fighting over your house.”

“Well at least I don’t pick fights with people who don’t do anything. 3s?”

“Go fish. 7s?”

“Are you just going to ignore me?”

“Actually, I’m being factual, something you don’t understand. Here.”

Before James could continue Ginny walked in, “Is everything alright?” She looked at Lily, “Lily?”

“Oh, James was just saying some stuff to Albus, but yeah, everything's fine.” Ginny nodded and left the room. “Y’know James, would it hurt you to be nice for once in your life?”

“Would it hurt you to take my side for once?”

“I take the side of those who are right and don’t deserve to get shit said to them.” Instead of continuing to argue, he stormed out of the room. “Baby.” Lily looked up at Albus, “You okay?”

He nodded, scared to use his words. Scared that if he did, he would cry.

[altermun]

The only reason I know it’s not Monday is my boyfriend isn’t here.

>.O

It absolutely feels like a Monday. I have a quizxam (because I don’t know if he’s calling it a damn quiz or an exam) in stats this morning, and I have no idea what - OH right, I have a take-home exam due for the other class by Saturday night.

I also have my three-different-schools-of-thought-on-psychopathic-personality paper due on the 27th (Either I’ll surprise myself and make this deadline like a BAMF, or I’m gonna need until like the 10th to get it done). I have to have my “Humanizing Batterers” poster in my hands to take with me on the 29th. My four-different-papers-in-one paper is due on the 30th, when I will be in Pittsburgh. Also on the 30th I have an exam for the same class as the four-papers-in-one paper. On the 31st I give my poster spiel to people as they walk by and hope I catch peoples’ attention with it. On the 3rd (which is the Monday I get back from Pittsburgh) I have a paper due about my experience doing community outreach (which I may or may not have actually done... -cough-). I’m not sure how long that’s supposed to be, but I imagine this professor will at least be okay with me turning it in a bit late. On the 3rd I’m pretty sure I also have an exam in my psychopathology class... and aaaaaaaallllll of that is supposed to happen in the next 11 days. Including writing two papers and designing a poster (which I’m sure will be overnight-mailed again)...

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This means I might have to miss my (presumably) future little sister’s science olympiad this weekend. OR I take my computer, lug it along, and do what work I can. Or I just take ONE day to be human and forget about the work. I love her and I love that she’s into the STEM fields as well as art and music. Like, she could EASILY be my biological little sister.

Which reminds me. The boyfriend and I actually had the talk about name-changing last weekend. It came up when I talked about telling my dad that he had to stay alive long enough for me to make stupid jokes about people not being able to tell the two of us apart because we’d both be doctors in very similar fields (but with different credentials). My boyfriend said, “You might be a different doctor by then,” just sort of in passing. I said, “What if I wanna keep my last name?” And he just looked at me. I snorted because I couldn’t keep the “innocent, wide-eyed, blinking” look going for that long, and admitted that I had always planned to change my last name. Because while I’m all for keeping the family name going, there are SOME old fashioned traditions I don’t mind so much. He made a comment about hyphenating, and then we tried it and it was just... like... no. I never wanted to do that anyway. I’d be happy to be one of their family, and mine will happily take him in. And they’ll love his little sister.

The one thing I’m REALLY happy about is that neither set of parents is pushing for grandchildren, or poking us, like “when’re you getting engaged? When are you getting married? Huh? Huh?” I finally had one friend straight up ask me “So when are you gonna marry this guy? He’s perfect for you!” and I did not know what to do. I just said we were taking things slowly - and we are. He KNOWS I don’t need a wedding to plan on top of everything else. ***Skip if avoiding marriage/wedding babble*** Besides - his parents AND mind would want some sort of huge ceremony AND celebration. But luckily they don’t get to make that decision unless they’re paying for everything, and neither family has the capacity for that. The actual marriage ceremony might be very small, once we get to figuring that out. We agree, at least, that there should be an awesome reception, but... I dunno. Neither of us want the big ceremonial thing. I’d be so, so happy to have family, bridesmaids/groomsmen, and like five friends from each side somewhere pretty. The reception would be the celebration and the fun part anyway, and more people could actually enjoy that, us included. We have not had the bachelor/bachelorette party discussion(s) yet. I’m indifferent. Lol.

SO SORRY ABOUT THE BABBLE. 

Kind of.

I dunno. It makes me happy. He makes me happy. ALSO, he cleaned like the entire apartment last weekend. Okay it was just the living room, but the amount of cleaning he did in a couple hours would’ve taken me three days. And he did it of his own accord, out of the blue, and even had a talk with me about how he’s happy to be able to help me, and how cleaning this place makes it feel more like home to him - which is the actual next step. Once things calm down at his job (lots of changes taking place), and he’s ready, we’re moving him in here for real. But the fact that he feels at home here means everything to me. 

Ugh. I have to get ready to go, like, 12 minutes ago - 13 - and I do not want. Yeeeeey stats quizxam...