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yastaghr · 4 years ago

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Carried Skeleton 12

Summary: A new RESET sees Sans afraid of Papyrus, who can't take it and leaves. Chara wakes up as a ghost. The first of the seven souls comes down (Justice).

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Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17443730/chapters/63949414

When Papyrus woke up from the reset, he had to run to the bathroom so he wouldn’t throw up on his sheets. The sight of his brother’s dust was going to haunt him forever, and the guilt that it had been his fault? Oh, that guilt was excruciating. Still, he had a script to follow if he was to keep Sans from suspecting anything. It wasn’t as though Sans could remember the resets, but he was sharp. Papyrus didn’t want him to catch on if he didn’t have to.

He stood up from the floor of the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and splashed his face off in the sink. Then he leaped up the stairs to make sure he wasn’t late to yell at Sans’ door. He made it just in time, according to his internal clock.

“SANS!” He called out, using the same tone and inflection he always did.

Sans’ skull poked out of his bedroom door. Papyrus assessed him in an instant. He was pale and sweaty with dark circles under his eyes. He must have had another bad dream. He opened his mouth to speak, looked up at Papyrus… and flinched.

Papyrus pulled back, almost recoiling from the raw fear on his brother’s face. No. No, that was- That was too much. He couldn’t… he couldn’t stand to see Sans afraid of him like that. It was too much - too much for him to bear. He didn’t want to be the source of his brother’s fear. Maybe it would be better for both of them if he went away. He had said that he would play with Flowey anyway. Maybe he should just stay with his older brother instead of his younger one. He could always come back next time to check if Sans… if he still…

His face hardened and he turned away from his brother, only to feel an insistent tug on his sleeve. Without looking he removed Sans’ hand and started towards his bedroom, saying, “I HAVE AN… ERRAND TO ACCOMPLISH, SANS. IT MIGHT BE A WHILE, MAYBE EVEN DAYS, SO PLEASE DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME.”

That didn’t seem to work. Sans must have sensed that Papyrus really didn’t mean to come back. He clung to Papyrus like a limpet clung to a boat hull. Papyrus sighed and shoved him gently but decisively into his bedroom and closed the door. He used his magic to lock him in. Then he headed towards his bedroom to begin packing. He was maybe two boxes in when, through the thin walls that separated his brother’s room and his, Papyrus heard Sans panicking. The thuds sounded like he was throwing himself against the door. That wouldn’t do! Sans had only 1 HP, he wouldn’t survive that if he did it too long! Even the intentless door would cause some damage. He needed to stop Sans from doing that, but how?

When Papyrus’ eye lights caught on the figure of his cowgirl action figure an idea occurred to him. The action figure was faded and peeling in places, but he could still make out the hoop that the cowgirl was stepping through. He knew ropes like those were used to tie up and control cattle. He also vaguely recalled stories of people being hogtied to railway lines. It sounded like the perfect solution to his Sans problem! Now all he needed was some rope. Hmm… maybe bed sheets would be better. He didn’t want Sans to rub himself raw trying to escape.

Papyrus glided into Sans’ room and caught his brother in his arms when he hurled himself out of the room. Sans was too surprised to react in time to prevent Papyrus from grabbing his sheets. He wrapped them around the squirming wiggle worm that his brother had turned into with not an inconsiderable amount of care. He didn’t want Sans to be hurt because of him. Not again.

Papyrus sniffed and tried to hold back the tears he could feel brimming at the corners of his eye sockets. His mind was filling up with two things that swirled and clashed like food coloring in water. One was the images of his brother dying, his brother’s dust, and his brother’s fear. They were flashing in front of his eyes like a strobe light, traumatizing him over and over again in his own head. The other thing that was his own worry. Sans was still so young. How could he cope with being on his own? Papyrus was his big brother, he should be taking care of him like he had promised Chara he would. Never mind that he was only 157 years old and wasn’t even legally old enough to be a sentry. He had to look after Sans! Abandoning him like this wasn’t… it wasn’t…

He shook his head and painstakingly tied off the last knot, holding Sans up and inspecting him from head to toe. His little brother was crying and struggling. His voice spell had given out on him, so he was making no noise, but the tears told all the story he needed. Papyrus gulped and turned his head away so he didn’t have to meet the accusation in those eye sockets.

“I’M SORRY, SANS. I JUST CAN’T… I CAN’T HANDLE YOU BEING AFRAID OF ME… FORGIVE ME.” With that he ran out of the room, out of the house, and into the woods.

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The first thing Chara thought when they woke up was, Wait. Aren’t I supposed to be dead?

They blinked and stared down at their body, looking for the wounds that had killed them. They didn’t find them, but they did find something else. Their body… their body looked like it had when they first fell down into the Underground. It was a child’s body. Not only that, but it was see through.

Okay, maybe I am dead, Chara thought to themself. Now to figure out-

“Hey, Yvwi Usdi! For why you here?” A child’s voice with an accent Chara couldn’t place called out from behind them. They turned around and saw them. Their face was serious, with a cast to it that Chara recognized as Cherokee. Their reservation wasn’t far away from the mountain if Chara remembered correctly.

Chara shivered at the thought of talking to a stranger - especially a human. They hated humans, but… maybe it was a necessary evil. They seemed determined to talk to Chara, so they might as well talk to them. “I’m… not sure what that means, but,” Chara looked around, taking their surroundings in for the first time, “I actually live here. Well, near here. My house is just a few rooms away. This is the spot where I fell.”

The Cherokee child blinked. “My people were not aware that there were Yvwi Usdi down here. That is, ah, ghosts? Spirits? They are a race of small, good, human-like creatures that help to guide my people and punish those who are disrespectful or aggressive.”

Chara snorted. “There’s a bunch of ghosts down here, but most of them are monsters. I think I’m the first human one. Or maybe I’m a monster now, too? That would be nice. I’ve always wanted to be a monster. But, well, I am… used to be a human, just like you. I live… lived down here for almost my whole life. I have three… two brothers and two parents. My family should be in New Home if you want to see them. They’re the king and queen of Monsterkind.” The Cherokee child stood to attention, then started to cough. It quickly turned from a normal cough into a hacking cough. Then the blood came up, and Chara’s indifference turned to worry. “Hey, are you okay? Humans aren’t supposed to cough up blood!”

When the coughing subsided the living child stood up and smiled grimly. “I am not, but that is why I am here. I have, in my chest, the cancers of the lung. I am dying. But my people still tell stories of the monsters and their kindness, and we regret not helping them in the War. We learned from the anisoi, the non-Cherokee humans, that it would take seven souls to break their cruel barrier. Since I will die soon anyway, I want my death to mean something. I will gladly give my soul for the monsters so that they might go free.”

Chara stared at them, their emotions swirling. It wasn’t like they hadn't had the same thought and acted on it, but that had resulted in not only their death, but the death of their oldest brother. They didn’t want any more monsters to die like that. But-

“You said it would take seven souls? Would those seven souls need to be taken outside the Barrier?” Chara probed.

“No, inside is also possible. Why?” The Cherokee child asked.

Chara’s face split in a slow grin. “I think… no, I know that monsters can find a way to store your soul. If Gaster could figure out how to make chocolate grow down here he can definitely figure that out. Then no more monsters have to die trying to get souls on the Surface.”

The human smiled slightly, the corner of their mouth quirking up. “That is excellent. I had heard of the monster who brought a corpse to the Surface… was that, perchance, you?”

Chara nodded. “I wanted my brothers and all the monsters to go free. I was old and dying, but the only way I could get Azzy to absorb my soul was to make him think that I wanted to see the flowers in my village one more time. I wanted to see the sun again… I probably shouldn’t have made him bring my body.”

The child nodded. “That was an error, but an understandable one. So, Yvwi Usdi, will you guide me to your monsters so that they can gather my soul?”

Chara nodded, grinning. “I will. Come on, uh… what’s your name?”

“Ama,” The child said, “It means water in Tsalagi, the language of my people.”

“I’m Chara. I picked it myself… my birth name is dead to me. My new name is short for character. I wanted something that wasn’t male or female but something else,” Chara explained.

The child grinned back at them, showing teeth. “Ah. I am Two-spirit myself. It means someone who does not fit as male or female, but as something else. I feel like no gender at all. My mother helped me pick a name that would fit that, and my father proudly announced it to the tribe. I hope your family did the same.”

Chara grimaced. “Not my human family, but the monsters did. Gender doesn’t mean a lot to them. They had a hard time understanding how I could be treated badly for something they see as normal.”

Ama smiled. “That is good, friend Chara. I look forward to the day when my people and monsters may teach the anisoi about that.”

Chara grinned, then motioned for the Cherokee child to follow them. “Me too.”

They lead Ama to their old house. It looked… the same. The tree still had no leaves and the courtyard was still empty. Chara wasn’t sure how long it had been since they died. Hopefully Mom would be able to tell them. They wondered if Azriel was going to be here as a ghost, too. Neither of them were there, though.

From there, Chara led the human through the Underground. It didn’t seem like anyone was around, but Chara figured that was because it was night time. They could see lights in a few houses, so the Underground wasn’t completely abandoned. That was good to know. The only reason that Chara would want the Underground to be empty was that the monsters had reached the Surface.

Finally they reached the Newer Home. Chara still giggled at Dad’s silly name. Ama asked, “For what reason are you laughing, Yvwi Usdi?”

Chara looked over their shoulder as they passed through the long hallway that led to the house and answered them. “I was just thinking of this place’s name. My Dad is… not very good at naming things. The place where you fell is New Home. The icy place is Snowdin. The wet one is Waterfall. The one with the lava is Hotland, and this? This is Newer Home. Again, Dad really sucks at naming things.”

Ama nodded. “There is a city that the anisoi call Catoosa. It is a city on a hill, and it’s name, in Tsalagi, means “on a hill”. Most of the places I know have similarly unhelpful names.”

Chara giggled again. “That’s pretty bad, I have to say. I-”

“Human?” A familiar voice said behind Chara. They turned around and saw their Dad. He was holding Sans and he looked awful. His fur was scraggly, his cheeks were wet with tears, and his clothes were wrinkled. Chara gulped. Something must have really bothered him for him to look like that.

“Dad?” Chara’s voice cracked. He didn’t seem to hear them or see them. He looked way too scared.

Ama looked between Chara and Asgore, then gulped and stepped forward. Asgore stepped back and Chara floated back. Ama looked… so resigned. So serious. So tired. “Are you the king of Monsterkind?”

Asgore nodded. “I am, my child. Why… why do you ask?”

Ama was interrupted by another of those awful coughing fits. Chara swallowed, seeing the pain on Asgore’s face. He’d always been so empathetic. That wasn’t always a good thing.

Ama smiled grimly. “I am Tsalagi, the ones known as the Cherokee, and I am dying of the cancers of the lung. My people regret not helping you in the war; you were always kind and compassionate, and we are sorry. If you can gather seven souls, you can break the Barrier. I am here to supply the first.”

Asgore’s face twisted up in even more pain, and his hand spasmed. Chara closed their eyes and ran away. He couldn’t see them, and they didn’t want to see what was going to happen next.

#carried skeleton #sans #papyrus #chara dreemurr #undertale #undertale oc #yellow soul #asgore #yastaghr

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mlg-elsa · 8 years ago

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New Overwatch OCs (art in progress)

Part 1 of 2

Name: Austenaco Burntwing

Alias: Kalanu

Gender: Male

Race: Native American, Cherokee, full blood, Bird Clan

Appearance: Typical native american features and coloration. Very tall, almost six foot three. He stands the thin line between muscular and squishy. After a couple weeks of work and training, he’ll be more defined. But, if he spends too much break time, he ends up squish.

Personality: He is the less superstitious of the two twins. This can cause some rare rifts between the two, yet it plays into the trickster heart of the Raven. Like his culture dictates, he is warm and welcoming, but his small acts of deception can make this feel fake. He is adventurous like his sister.

Age: 26

DOB: August 3rd, 11:16 AM

Height: 6'3"

Weight 209 lbs

Relationships: Pretty equally to most of Overwatch. Older members earn more respect, like a ratio the older they get. Like his sister, their most strained relationship is with the majorly anti-omnic characters ESPECIALLY Zarya and Junkrat. But, the twins are peaceful and usually try to not cause trouble with those two. Due to his calm exterior, he gets along best with Hanzo and Symmetra in his calm moods, while being able to play along with D.Va and Lucio when he’s feeling Sly.

Job: Lighthorseman

Affiliation: Overwatch, Lighthorse Brigade of the Cherokee Nation (former)

Role: Support

Health Max: 150 -ish???

Weapon: Tribe’s Honor, which are Eagle feathers turned throwing blades

Ammo Max: 15

Background/Bio: Raised on the resettled Cherokee reservation in the US, Austenaco was raised in a family including his twin sister, father, and mother. His childhood was standard for a Cherokee child of the Bird Clan. When he was fifteen, his mother (the Beloved Woman of their clan and the tribe) was sent to a nearby omnium to send a message of peace. Something went wrong, and there was an “accident”. Austenaco and his sister have never been more heart broken. Their mother was the head of the household and the head of the clan. After the rituals were over and his hair was cut short, he joined the Lighthorsemen to protect his tribe from another incident.

Ability 1: The Raven Mocker, can project a fake of himself within eyesight. Can only mimick his moves, can’t attack.

Ability 2: Highest Honor, can gift extra healthy to a teammate. Can only be on one at once and will switch when thrown again.

Passive Ability: "The Great One’s Curse" Like his sister, a very temporary poison effect randomly falls on whoever landed the final blow

Ultimate Ability: unnamed, but the idea is an area to teammate effect. For him, any enemies within the area will slowly have their health sapped and that health will be given to teammates.

Quotes/Interactions: *not many so bare with me plz* When he kills his sister on the opposing team:

“I swear! It was a Spainard!” or “Ii adanvdo, gago gotlvnvhi tsunadalenvda yvwi, udanvtige agatisgv nasgi aniyvwi...”

To McCree:

Kalanu: “How ‘bout a game of cowboys and indians?”

McCree: *chuckles* “Both you an’ I know that wouldn’t be fair...”

#oc #original character #overwatch #ovw #overwatch oc #overwatch original character #ovw oc #ovw original character

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