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pandoraashes · 3 years

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Name: Bella Grays

D.O.B.: October 14

Zodiac: Libra

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Species: Vampwolf

Occupation: Cult of Kosmos sect leader

Relation: Oliver Grays is her Father, Stella Tallis is her Mother (Dead)

Orientation: Bisexual

Relationship status: single

Addiction: A+/A- blood, learning new spells

Nationality: American

Weapons: She prefers daggers or knives in close combat, so she has a better chance to get their blood. For long range she uses a crossbow with enchanted arrows she enchants herself. When weapons aren’t an option, she can grow her claws like Lady Deathstrike from X-Men.

Strengths: strength, speed, heightened senses, and night vision.

Weaknesses: full moon or new moon nights, mating season, garlic, silver weapons, fire, and religious symbols. Fear of roaches.

Abilities: Blood sense=the ability to sense the blood type of someone she’s looking at, once drinking their blood she can detect their power level. Moon magic=she can tap into the magic in the world around her, can enchant objects with a varying degree of success.

Features:

Hair: long light blue hair with white tips, a bit wild

Skin color: fair smooth and pale

Eye color: blood red, narrow black irises

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 150 pounds

Devil Trigger: long fangs and claws, a soft layer of fur covers her skin, her muscles swell to form a stronger body capable of deflecting low level attacks.

Likes: blood, meat, sweets, pop punk, metalcore, and post hardcore music, playing with magic, training new Cult members, killing Hunters, training with Myles, and building new weapons.

Dislikes: bullies, rap music, drama, being broke, when people underestimate her, people being ignorant about magic, and spoiled blood.

Clothing:

Home: Random band tee, skinny jeans or leggings.

Work: Black leather catsuit with fur trim.

Miscellaneous info: she’s fiercely loyal, isn’t afraid to tell you exactly how she feels, falls asleep really fast and almost anywhere, a determined killer, addicted to learning new spells, believes in everything the Cult tells her especially from Oliver or Myles.

Backstory:

In the Feralverse her story starts back on the streets. Since Al was evil, he never rescued Bella from the thugs that day. So, a couple months after Al would have found her Oliver found her instead. Oliver Grays was her father and had forced himself on her mother to create a vampwolf powerful enough to be a weapon for the Cult. Bella excitedly goes with him, happy to have found part of her family. She was raised from 11 years old to be a killer. Climbing her way up the ranks was easy with the skills her father taught her and the other mages in his sect. A few years of brainwashing later and Bella was convinced the Cult was the right way. When she was told she needed to kill her Mother she listened without question. Taking her whole pack out and stealing all the Moon Magic info they had. Eventually she got so popular (or hated depends on who you ask) that the Myles Kenway decided to train her in magic. Once she was 22 she was in charge of a whole sect herself and would train with Myles when they had time. Recently she’s gotten word of an info broker that may be worth checking out.

#jahunters #Bella Luna #Bella Grays #Feralverse #feral au #Feral Bella Luna #oc #vampwolf

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nerdyvixen · 3 years

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before the beginning!!

Alex Reagan has too many secrets. Simon knows all of them. Richard Strand said "fuck" once and now we can't stop him and dear God, Alex wishes we could.

#listen there's a reason i refer to this story as feralverse #imitationgirl #nerdyvixen writes things #nerdyvixen answers #also seriously i will figure out a better synopsis for it but #alex the skeptic and richard the believer will do for now

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nanasalt · 2 years

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What is "Twin Statues" and is it as angsty as it sounds???

Oh, even more so! It's a cousin of my feralverse concepts, which is to say we take a PG-13 musical and shift it into a more mature, possibly horror-laced version of itself.

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Hans grins, a feral animal in silks and wool as she takes the bait, and then it is gone under a mask of concern. His hands spread in front of him, calming, seemingly away from the sword at his hip as he approaches Elsa. She staggers back, glancing at her hands in horror. “How was I to take it? She talked of trolls and prophesy, of true love's kiss —”

Oh. Elsa's eyes snap up from her unfairly unbloodied hands to meet his. “— and you refused.”

“She was ice, Elsa." He discards the title and the kindness in his eyes all at once, his hands dropping towards his waist almost involuntarily. "There was nothing to do.”

“You could have tried.” Elsa hasn’t been able to control her powers since she first hurt Anna, but there is cold coalescing around her fingertips and for once that is what she wants. “You could have tried, and you didn’t.”

Hans had banked on her hesitation, but Elsa doesn't care what happens to her as she lunges at him. He can't draw a sword, not this close, and she presses her hand to his chest and does not think, lets her emotions control her, and Hans feels the cold shoot through his rib cage as he brings a hand up to shove her away.

They both sprawl to the ground. Elsa gets up first.

If Hans was feeling generous, he would call the look on her face regret.

#hansanna #somewhat :3c #f: twin statues #Kat Answers #hermadjesty #Hans & Elsa displaying the best coping mechanisms /s #Anna was 95% of their self-control

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sanscestships · 3 years

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"Escapee" Asylum Zoo Crossmare P.2 (Oneshot, CrossxNightmare)

Created on: 11/18/20

Requested by: No one. I'm bored and there are no requests

(A/N for all of yall's info. FeralVerse backstory is in the first FeralVerse story ["Recovery", its Cream but im not explaining that entire thing again]. Cross is Saber Toothed-Tiger/Rhinocerus and Nightmare is Panther/Octopus to clear up any misunderstandings-)

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH. MY WAY OF DOING ANGST (that probably failed). IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS, DO NOT READ.

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He could hear him. He could hear him coming again.

Hissing into the darkness, he snarled and glared at the "glass", as the child had called it. It was easy to discern "him" from the rest. Soft paw steps instead of tapping and thudding feet. Patterns of three instead of two.

Growling, he could now see the light from the now opening door dimly light the room. Stepping in, was the six-legged one.

He didn't know his name. He didn't know what he was called. And he's never heard any of the other ones address him. But he knew from personal experience he was strong. The goop covering him had such a foul taste when he'd tried to bite him. The cyan tint clashed with the black, giving him the obvious clue it would be a mistake to try and swallow the goop. And his aura, while not as disturbing as the golden one's, definitely made him tremble.

Tremble with both, fear and excitement.

He'd been bored, pacing around the closed in walls, with only the frustration of that un-attackable child and confusion from those other skeletons all this time. But him? He was something the horned beast could actually understand.

He'd been through rough times. And he'd become stronger to get past those times. And he could understand that. Respect that.

Challenge that.

Sometimes when it is dark, the goopy beast would come into the room to fight him. And he enjoyed it. The goopy one would get the training he needed to grow even further. And he would get his entertainment, thrill, and experience of his own. It was a win-win.

He began to shake once more, expecting another brawl. However, his shoulder slumped with disappointment when the creature merely reared up against the glass to stare at him with that one, cyan eye.

Why weren't they fighting this time? Had he grown bored of him? Was he no longer of use to him? Suddenly, he was filled with more fear than he'd ever been. Than he could remember.

Why did the thought of being useless scare him so much? This was exactly one of the many things he needed to overcome. And yet, not being of any use at all, not even as fodder? That was something that scared him more than he could ever expect at that moment.

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Nightmare was amused.

He'd been hoping for an entertaining reaction when he'd come to watch instead of fight Cross. And of course, Cross did not disappoint. Cross was his favorite little toy of all the other mutated skeletons in the building.

Fell just screeched out or hid. Dust would just stare, watching for an opportunity. Error was always on such a constant rampage. Geno just growled at everything except for Reaper and any sort of Papyrus alternate.

Cross? Cross had so much more variety.

Sometimes he'd just jump up at the sight of him, out of excitement or surprise. Sometimes he'd tremble, the fear feeding him while the excitement intrigued him. Sometimes he'd just ignore Nightmare, just pacing further or going to sleep. Sometimes he could even sense XChara's emotions, increasing in joy before being covered up with pain when Cross's frustration snaps and he begins to ram into the wall.

It was hard to deal with only one source of entertainment, but Nightmare could deal with it until the cure is made.

Suddenly, he stopped to think. When the cure is made... Would Cross remember? Would Cross become different? He had heard from Ink that Cross had mutated soon after his AU was "lost", meaning that it wasn't likely that Cross had always been this interesting. Would he become boring once he's cured. Would he not remember when he's cured? After all, mental damage is a bit more tricky to cure than just a little physical change. Would he be like one of those few Sanses, deranged and feral in a normal skeleton body?

Thinking about this made Nightmare want to leave Cross like this. After all, how often would he come across entertainment like this? Negativity, that was easy. He'd just have to kill a few people to make so many more full of misery. Or deprive them of their hope. But eventually with his long life, he'd get bored. What then? What then when he is at the time. When he is the most powerful being in the multiverse? Would he sit on his throne all day, doing absolutely nothing with nothing left to do?

Suddenly, he was completely rethinking multiversal domination too.

What exactly was this being to make him do so?

Now he was even more interested in "Cross", staring down with a smug grin as the fanged beast had suddenly become skittish. What was wrong with him now? Surely it wasn't his aura that was disturbing him now was it? He'd been around the beast with his aura before after all and he seemed mostly fine.

A little wary and hostile, but fine.

Unfortunately, with having amusing reaction, Cross was also a bit unpredictable. Nightmare didn't really know what was going on in his mind, and his fear and anxiety alone wasn't going to be able to help him. Hint him and point him in the right direction, yes. But it didn't let him accurately guess why.

While the goop covered creature admitted he hasn't had to really think too hard about anything in a while and that he appreciated the challenge, he wished that it wasn't about his only toy's well being of all things.

Tap tap tap tap.

He suddenly jolted, snarling towards the door as he heard pawsteps. Like bone against marble.

Which meant someone was out of their cage.

All of the others wore shoes and/or socks (with Ink being the "non-shoe" one). That meant the only ones who would be walking bear foot would be one of the other mutated ferals. Meaning someone's out, and that was certainly not a good thing.

Hearing a huff, he turned towards the glass to see Cross staring at the door with a surprisingly cold look on his face. He could sense Cross anticipating a fight before he growled and shook his head at him. Possibly other ferals walking about was bad enough. But they didn't need Cross, one of the two deranged ones as far as they knew, to be on the prowl either. By the stars, the panic one escapee alone would cause...

Even Nightmare gets stomachaches from eating too much ya know.

After all, he'd already had quite the hefty meal, not only feeding off Cross's fear, but also having had such a fun game scaring the SOUL out of Sci just earlier. While yes, he'd certainly become stronger, there was a limit to how much power he could retain the way he was now without that power turning on him to make him as crazy as the others.

Too much power was what caused him to mutate in the first place. And he was lucky then to have been able to stay sane.

He sprung into action, starting to run at full sprint towards where he heard the sound. It takes a feral to take out a feral, meaning he should be the only one chasing after the escapee. Making his ways through the maze of hallways, he smelled 3 creatures down the next hall with 1 faintly far. Growling having had finally caught several of his prey, he made a sharp turn and pounced-

right into Classic?

"WHOA-" "HEY!" "GRRR-"

Nightmare paused, glaring around the hall as he realized that the 3 he had smelled were Classic, Blue, and Red, with Red being the only feral of the three. Hopping off of Classic, he glared at Blue and Classic. Why the hell did they pursue Red?! Hell, how did Red even escape in the first place?! Its... It's RED! The glass is magic proof and an inch thick so even if any of them had regained the ability to use his Gaster Blasters, not even Error should've been able to get out.

And Blue and Classic chasing after him, not even knowing who exactly had escaped?! For all they knew, it was Dust or Cross who got out! They should've evacuated and put the building on lockdown so no one would escape!

He rolled his eyes, groaning as he heard Classic mumble a bit and Blue demand he apologize to Classic. God, he was surrounded by idiots. No wonder he'd been one of the few to stay sane. For fuck's sake...

He snapped towards Red, grabbing him by the torso with a tentacle before beginning to march towards the main containment room, completely ignoring the other two's complaints and the red-eyed beast's struggling.

At this point, Nightmare was DONE with today. He could feel himself staring to-

NO. No. He was NOT going to go crazy. He was NOT going to fall into insanity just like the others. And yet, he could feel all of the negativity start to go to his head as he kept walking. All of the power... All of the negativity... It was so much. At this point, he swore he could even feel that mutation that turned him into some sort of panther-like thing, multiplying all of his magic over and over. All of that new magic intensifying. All of that intensified magic, eating away at him, physically and mentally.

No. He wasn't going to lose it. He WASN'T-

He suddenly stopped, dropping Red before bolting towards somewhere, ANYONE, with his eye shut tight. He should've known something was up when he was suddenly so emotional Suddenly so bored. Suddenly so powerful. Suddenly so... feral.

The mutation is creating so much magic, that its becoming too much even for HIM. Along with all of that negativity he absorbed today, he couldn't focus anymore. He didn't even know where he was going.

And suddenly he felt pain.

"Grah-" He grunted, feeling even worse at that animalistic sound he'd just made as he caught a glimpse of a red and blue eye.

Fuck, it was Dust.

Now that he was so close, he recognized the scent. It was the same one he'd only faintly smelled. Fuck, he completely forgot there was a 4th that slipped away earlier. He really was losing it. Trying to grab Dust with a tentacle, he tried to claw at him to make him let go from his neck. However, that just made him bite down even harder as he kept trying to yank him off. He could feel himself losing his ability to think rationally as Dust's aggression and bloodlust only fueled his magic more.

Finally remembering to roll backwards and kick him off, he started dashing towards Cross's room. Usually around this time of day, Dream visited Cross to try and "heal him". If Dream is here, his aura should kill off all of his extra negativity to help him stay sane. And even if he was smart enough to leave, Cross is like a fucking puppy. All he has to do is act a little nice and he'll be fucking ecstatic. And that, should help just as much.

Suddenly, he felt confusion as he sensed excitement and anticipation coming off of Dust. Did he really think he could take out Nightmare? So what if he was LV 20? He was Nightmare, Lord of Fear and King of Nightmares. Even if he won't be able to think, he sure as well was still capable of taking him out.

He just wanted to be able to feel satisfaction from brutally defeating him.

Bursting into the room, he felt himself accidentally slipping and sliding on something red as he crashed through a little pile. The hell?

Suddenly, time stopped.

He could only feel Dust's glee as he realized he'd just slipped through blood and a pile of dust.

He couldn't sense Cross's emotions.

Which means Cross was dead.

And if Cross was dead, that meant someone killed him.

And if someone killed him, then it had to be Dust since he was the only one with hostile intentions around.

And if Dust had killed him, he was in the room at some point.

If Classic and Blue and Red had been near him while he slipped away, they were pursuing Red AND Dust.

And while he'd been dealing with those three...

Dust slipped away and killed Cross.

That's why he was strangely strong.

He killed Cross. And gained LV.

He killed Cross.

And it was his fucking fault...

With that final thought, with those words just breaking him...

He lost the rationality he had left to even wonder why it hurt him so much.

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ao3feed-glenya · 3 years

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by nanasalt

Anya leans against the glass window of Deputy Commissioner Vaganov’s office one day and comments lightly that she can't see the Yusupov Palace from here at all; he lied to her, that first time.

Words: 513, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Anastasia - Flaherty/Ahrens/McNally

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Gleb Vaganov, Anya | Anastasia Romanov

Relationships: Gleb Vaganov/Anya | Anastasia Romanov

Additional Tags: Feralverse, Feral Anya, character exploration, Relationship Study, semi-au, But mostly a more grown up take

#not automated

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pandoraashes · 3 years

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Name: Sayla Karlos

D.O.B: May 4th

Zodiac: Aquarius

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Species: Angel (used to be human)

Occupation: Avenging Angel for Dax

Relation: Parents are dead. Big Brother became a Soul Demon after dying.

Orientation: Unsure

Relationship Status: Single

Nationality: British

Weapons: A Holy Spear

Strengths: flying, holy energy, stealth

Weaknesses: Demonic energy, desecration of holy objects

Abilities: Holy Energy=The radiant magic that angels can control.

Features:

Hair: Blonde, ends at her shoulders with pigtails

Skin color: Lightly tanned

Eye color: Bright blue

Height: 5’3”

Weight: 113

Likes: Flying, sweets, Heaven

Dislikes: All demons, scary movies, sour foods, being away from Heaven

Clothing:

She must wear a white and blue combat outfit given to her by the Angels.

Backstory:

During a ritual that was supposed to attach a demon to protect Sayla, Daxion summoned a demon that killed her and their parents before locking itself to Daxion. Sayla ended up in Heaven and became an avenging angel attached to Dax. She was told a demon now controlled his body and was using it as a puppet. The Angels convinced Sayla she needed to kill it to save her brothers soul. They were able to easily break Sayla’s mind and quickly train her as a warrior. Giving her a holy spear and the soul mission to kill Dax. Along the way she decided herself to wipe out every demon she finds, feral or not.

#jahunters #Sayla Karlos #avenging angel #Feralverse #FeralAU #oc #angel

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pandoraashes · 3 years

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Name: Ashley the Incubus King/Succubus Queen

D.O.B.: June 13

Zodiac: Gemini

Age: 879, looks 22

Gender: Whatever they want, they/them

Species: Incubus/Succubus

Occupation: Informant, Incubus King/Succubus Queen

Relation: Father is the Incubus King, all incubus and succubus are siblings

Orientation: Whatever their feeling that day

Relationship status: Open

Addiction: Sex

Nationality: The Underworld

Weapons: They never really need to use weapons, their powers of seduction usually get them out of trouble. When that fails though they have a magically enhanced knife that no one knows how they got.

Strengths: Seduction, Persuasion, Stealth, Dancing,

Weaknesses: Attractive powerful men, holy objects, Al Wolfguard

Abilities: Seduction=The power to seduce anyone or anything. It can show itself in the form of simple flirting, or a drug like scent or taste the incubus/succubus gives off. Gender Swapping=High level incubus/succubus gain the power to swap physical genders at will to please more targets. Chains=Control over every incubus and succubus chained to them.

Features:

Hair: Short spiky punk pink hair

Skin color: fair smooth with a pink tinge

Eye color: normally a bright blue, when using their powers hot pink

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 125 pounds

Devil Trigger: fangs, dark pink horns, small Devil-like wings, a heart tipped tail, pointed ears, hot pink eyes

Likes: Sex, drugs, money, dancing, partying, most kinks, any music they can dance to, anything sweet, Al Wolfguard, fashion

Dislikes: prudes, rapists, people stealing from them, falling in love, creepers, and stalkers.

Clothing:

Alone at home: nothing or boxers

With company at home: Sexy lingerie

Partying: Trendy and sexy

Backstory:

Way back, 500 years ago to be exact, Ashley was the Incubus Kings favorite. They became the highest-ranking Incubus in about 230 years, higher than any first world Incubus. The Succubus Queen threatened to kill Ashley if they didn’t leave for the human world. And instead of going…Ashley went back to the Incubus King and begged him to save their life. So, the Incubus King, falling for Ashley, killed the Succubus Queen and placed Ashley in charge. 189 years later Ashley had amassed enough followers and power to kill the Incubus King. They took both thrones for themselves and thus became one of the most power Kings or Queen in the Underworld. It didn’t take long for Ashley to move their operation to the Human World. Running out of a massive Casino/hotel/strip club they are stretching their reach into the Human World after taking 1/3 of the Underworld under their reign.

#jahunters #AshleyIncubus #Ashley Incubus King #Ashley Succubus Queen #Incubus King #Succubus Queen #oc #Feralverse #FeralAU

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pandoraashes · 3 years

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Name: Dax Sin (real name Daxion Karlos)

D.O.B: February 14th

Zodiac: Aquarius

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Species: Soul Demon (human soul trapped in a demon’s body)

Occupation: Feral demon

Relation: Parents are dead. Little sister Sayla became a guardian angel after dying.

Orientation: Bisexual (attracted to anything beautiful)

Relationship Status: Single

Nationality: British

Weapons: A giant hooked chain with razor sharp edges.

Strengths: strength, speed, persuasion, interrogation, cunning

Weaknesses: His sister Sayla, a pretty face, cold, holy objects

Abilities: Soul Trapping=Everytime Dax ends another demons life their soul empowers his in the lock. Devils Tongue=almost perfect conversationalist. Hellish Blackness=A dark magic he’s slowly understanding. Chains=He can control the chains he wears on his body.

Features:

Hair: Pitch black, shaved on the sides, spiky and jagged punk fauxhawk

Skin color: Lightly tanned

Eye color: Black

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 157

DevilTrigger: His horns grow larger, black leather bat wings sprout from his back, and an inky blackness surrounds him looking like chains.

Likes: Beautiful people, all alternative music, TikTok, partying, going to concerts, video games, junk food, filling his lock with souls

Dislikes: Stuck up people, wannabe alternative people, being treated like a child, fruit and veggies, being told what to do, feeling human

Clothing:

Home: Whatever he finds in his closet that morning.

Work: Leather top and half jacket, tough pants, an assortment of belts and chains around his body

Backstory:

During a ritual that was supposed to attach a demon to protect Sayla, Daxion summoned a demon that killed her and their parents before locking itself to Daxion. That caused the demon to take over Dax’s mind long enough to kill the rest of the cult and 20 more people outside the building. His brain snapped at that moment and all his human life memories were erased. At this point he was captured by a group of Hunters and put in jail to await execution. Next Al should have showed up to recruit him but of course, he didn’t. Daxion was led out to be executed but the demon took over and killed them all. Once he came to again, he decided this was how it was meant to be. He came up with the name Dax Sin and began collecting souls into his lock to fuel his growing power. In the 6 months of being in this new form he is getting fairly good at killing.

#jahunters #DaxSin #Daxion Karlos #Feralverse #FeralAU #oc #demon #soul demon

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sanscestships · 3 years

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“Escapee” Asylum Zoo RedvBlue (Oneshot, RedxDustxClassicxBlue)

Created on: 10/26/20

Requested by: @pigeons-just-pigeons, i feel really stressed out right now by school and im going to try calming my nerves with writing. also apparently she really likes FeralVerse-

(WARNING: hella longer than usual. maybe cuz its 4 people instead of 2-)

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Classic didn't know how to feel about the situation. About alternate versions of himself just suddenly getting mutated and now he has to work with more versions of himself to find a cure. Really, the whole thing sounds like one of those animes Alphys watches.

Unfortunately, it was real. And he was dealing with it. Of course, Paps didn't know a thing and the kiddo was covering him while the player was inactive. Must be either a busy day or night for them probably.

The skeleton sighed, starting to feel himself drift off and slump against the couch in the lounge. Though he should probably be more concerned, he couldn't help himself but to want to take another nap for the day. He'd already done a skeleton of work, taking Nightmare on a patrol to see if any more mutants have popped up. And yes.

That alone, was enough for him to last the day.

See, just dealing with Nightmare can be tiring. Though he definitely won't speak to you nor act like a rabid animal the rest do. He'll continuously sass and growl at you, occasionally tripping or slapping you with the tendrils that start above his paws. Then there's patrols, where you actually have to walk around. And with Nightmare! Which means a LOT of tripping! Then there's dealing with the situation if you DO run into another mutant and...

Well, at least it's mostly Nightmare who has to tussle with em. After all, to fight a mutant you usually need another mutant.

Sometimes when Nightmare REALLY trips Ink, the colorful artist will complain and grumble that Nightmare's lucky to be alive. But Classic always thought it was the other way around. If Nightmare hadn't still been sane after the mutation, they all probably would've been bitten by now. Really, the only times they've ever had to help Nightmare hold down a mutant was with Cross and Dust.

Cross had been driven insane by the OVERWRITE soul, massive trauma from his AU, and weak condition from the aftermath of the fighting. Dust had been driven insane long before he killed everyone but hadn't acted upon it and mutated until he'd reached his breaking point.

To think he could've ended up like that if he'd done the same as Dust. Well...

Technically he did, since Dust is him from an alternate timeline.

"ORIGINAL ME!" A chuckle escaped his teeth as he opened an eye socket to see the adorable version of him, Blue. Blue had always been one of his favorite alternates out of the bunch, seeing as he was basically a mix of himself and Paps. Still likes puns

(A/N so no one gets mixed up, Sans from UnderSwap canonically still likes puns. its a very popular headcanon that he doesn't. carry on.)

but is just as sweet and thoughtful as his bro. Really, he could never get mad or tired of the little blueberry. "THERE YOU ARE! I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU!"

"Is there somethin' ya need Berry?" The nickname had been out of his mouth before he could even think about what he'd said. And once he did, he could feel his skull tint with blue. Really? A nickname for a nickname? Jeez, what was with him now when he was around the little warrior?

"Actually Classic," he cocked his skull to the side, becoming more curious when his normally energetic alternate began to fiddle with his hands. "I was actually hoping you'd come with me today to check on Red and Dust. That's okay, right?"

Shit, he could feel the arrows striking his soul. First at the names "Red" and "Dust" before getting the final strike when Blue had looked up at him with those sky blue eyelights. As odd as it was, he couldn't help but enjoy the company of the edgy jackal-fennec fox. And really, he could absolutely relate to the insane grey wolf-tasmanian devil too. After all, he would definitely go insane too if he had to deal with hundreds of consecutive genocides.

Wait... Didn't he technically- NEVERMIND WE'RE NOT GOING THERE WITH THE WEIRD ALTERNATE TIMELINE LOGIC.

"Sure, I don't mind." With his signature lazy grin on his face, he began to follow Blue to the common enclosure room. This was the big room where multiple enclosures were put together. Though Ink was hesitant about the idea, Dream and Blue agreed that maybe it would help to have them all in the same room. Maybe being close to another in the same situation would make them feel more comfortable they had said.

Though some of them did enjoy each other's company, Classic thought he was right to assume Fell really didn't. While most of the others had big, terrifying animals, Fell was a mix of two animals that generally survived with their wits and willy physique.

Therefore, he really, really did not appreciate being shoved in the same room as a six-legged and two-tailed goop cat, a winged bengal tiger, and a bird clawed panther.

Now they were in the room, lit with colorful lights from the color planed windows above the enclosures. Something Ink had put up so the room wouldn't be as dull. The cracked glass of the cages were hit with more growls and roars as they walked to the quietest of the cages.

"Hey Fell."

A rumble came from the cage, and soon taps against the metal ground as the red eyed beast came out to the glass. He glanced behind us, making eye contact with Error before growling. Blue frowned, turning around in time to see Error snarl back in response as he began to try and calm the canine down.

"Sorry pal, didn't know that you weren't red-y for us yet." The canine stopped, staring back at him as he began to continue. Suddenly there was red everywhere, with a loud blare. Immediately, all of the mutants in the room except for Nightmare and Fell began to snarl and roar.

"Uhhhh... Guys?" Dream's voice came onto the intercom as the two skeletons glanced at each other. Oh boy, this couldn't be good. "Uh, I kind of went to Dust's enclosure to clean when I accidentally... Let him out?"

Ok, that was not good.

"Dusty's out of his enclosure?!" Blue jumped up, immediately running out the door.

"Wait, Blue!" Classic jumped up, starting to try and follow him before he heard a loud thud next to him. Turning, he saw Fell jumping at the glass, barking and howling at him. "Fell, what's wrong?"

He didn't stop. He just kept banging on the glass, barking and yelling. The original couldn't understand why though. Fell's never been as active as the other mutants. Like him, he tended to be lazy and just laid about in his enclosure unless provoked. But when someone came too close, he usually just pretended to threaten to bite them. Now here he was, just being nearly as loud as the others.

He didn't know what to do. Was Fell trying to warn him of something? Was he trying to tell him something important? He didn't know why he was suddenly so active, but he knew it had to be for a good reason if it was making him jump and bark like this.

"Heya pal, I want you to calm down," he tried to smoothen his voice so he didn't scare the canine, starting to move towards the enclosure controls. "I'm going to let you out. And I want you to stay calm. I'm sure the others know your mostly just bark and no bite, but I'm pretty sure they still won't feel safe knowing you're on the prowl unless you can prove you're not hostile. Okay?"

Really, he was doing his best not to talk to him while he was teaching a 5 year old. If he remembered anything about Fell before the mutation, it was that he got offended and ticked easily. Finally getting Fell to look calm, he pressed the switch that opened the glass door.

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Dust couldn't find Blue.

He couldn't find Fell or Classic either.

Who cares about that little blue mongrel and the toothy loser? His brother whispered to him. There are many caged, helpless, powerful monsters here Sans. We must find them. And we must kill them. We need more power brother. More LOVE.

He wanted to listen to his brother. He really did. He knew for a fact that Papyrus would never lie or misguide him. But he also knew that he wouldn't be able to focus on the job unless he knew where the three were. If they truly were powerful, than even if caged he'd have to focus if he wanted to be able to harvest them for LOVE.

Very well brother, I will trust your judgement.

He began to prowl around, sniffing the air to pick up a scent. He knew he needed to pick up as many scents as possible to work fast. There was much to be done: differentiate Fell, Classic, and Blue's scents from the others, locate the three as soon as possible, sneak off, kill the others, make sure Blue doesn't give him the puppy eyes or croc tears for killing most of his friends...

On second though, maybe the last one is basically inevitable.

"Dusty!"

He could feel himself basically jump up, starting to immediately run towards where he heard his blueberry's voice. Guess he didn't need to pick up on his scent in the first place. That'll make his job a little bit easier.

Don't forget to kill everyone else brother. We need to become more powerful. We need more LOVE. Do not let anyone distract you from the mission.

I know Paps. I know.

He knew at some point he was going to have to kill them too. After all, he'd killed everyone else. But he definitely didn't want to do it now. Someday, when he finds the will to give them the painless mercy of death.

But that day wasn't today.

Making a sharp turn, he'd finally found the blue scarfed skeleton. He knew he'd have to act calm though, to not scare him. Though many of them probably didn't know this, he wasn't actually as gone as Cross was.

Yes, he knew Cross's name. He picked it up from a conversation when they were trying to move him into his enclosure for the first time.

Ah yes, when that stupid oreo on legs nearly bit his blueberry.

He'll be the first to go.

(A/N i love Cross guys. i really do. i swear-)

"Dusty," he could hear the warning tone in his voice as he looked up at the skeleton before him. "I know that look on your face Dusty. No murder."

He didn't mean to let out a small whine. Probably his animal instincts. What did Sci say he was again? A "grey wolf" and "tasmanian devil"? What the hell even was a "tasmanian devil" anyway? It sounds like some sort of dog that failed to serve Satan.

"Dusty, no murder." Blue had repeated himself, beginning to pet the hooded beast's head as they both perked up to panting heard from behind Blue. Running into view were Classic, and Fell. How convenient, the three he was looking for came right to him.

Now onto "find a way to get away from the loves of his life and butcher everyone else in a totally non-yandere way".

Oh boy Alphys's anime ways are starting to get to him.

He could feel the rumbles in his non-existent throat, leaning his head more into Blue's hand. God, he knew this was just his animal instincts acting up but god his gloved hand behind his ecto ears felt GREAT. Was it like this for all dogs? Lucky bastards. He was glad he'd killed all of the dogs first. (Minus the Annoying Dog. That thing is impossible to track down. Much less kill.)

"Huh, looks like you've got him wrapped around your finger. When'd you learn to even to make him even wag his tail like that?" Wait, wagging tail? He glanced behind him to see that his ecto tail was indeed wagging. Huh. It must've started while he was thinking about dogs and didn't notice.

Brother, you're getting off task and distracted. How will you kill the others before they put you back into your cage if you keep letting yourself be treated like this? His brother did not look too pleased that he had not gained any LOVE yet. Then again, it'd been Ink knows how long since he'd been out. Much less killed anyone.

As Classic approached Blue to talk, Fell had coiled himself around the original's legs. Fell didn't feel comfortable around him and it was obvious why. After all, he knew that the hooded figure was at LEAST LV20.

Dust couldn't help but to respect the other. He survived abuse from his own brother, the monster around him, and had probably had his own fair share of Genocides too. He couldn't imagine his own brother disowning and abusing him too.

But of course brother, I'd never do anything to harm you. And Dust knew his brother was telling the truth. After all, Paps would never lie to him either.

His brother wouldn't.

He could feel his tail curl around the guard in training as the rubbing intensified, starting to lay down. After all, did he really need to kill them all now? It had already been established that he was absolutely capable of easily breaking out of his fortified cell. He could always just do it again. And if they set up guards, no problem. He'll kill them too. Extra EXP. In fact, he should probably wait until they do add more guards for him to kill.

Plus, he felt like hanging around these three a bit more.

Yet Papyrus still lingered... Whispering suggestions in his ears...

#oneshot #request #ship #undertale #undertale au #utmv #sans #blue #swap!sans #fell!sans #fell #red #dust!sans #redvblue #red x dust x classic x blue #asyzoo!red #asyzoo!dust #asylum zoo

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