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fallingstarstuff · 4 years

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Chapter 25 (WIP)

This is a preview of Chapter 25 (well, more like the first 2/3rds of it) and it is a work in progress, so some wording may change in the final cut. Also Tumblr ate all the formatting and I’m to lazy too put it back in, so just imagine italics in all the right spots.

Full fic on AO3: From the Mouth of an Injured Head

For @cipher-the-sidhe

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You had so many questions.

In that moment, none of them mattered.

Gaster shuffled inside your apartment while you clung to him with your legs dangling, his arms wrapped securely around you while nudging the door shut behind him with a foot.

Gaster had feet.

The hand that wasn’t holding the bundle of weeds rubbed soothing circles on your back, but you could not stop crying. Your joy at seeing him was a very fragile and perilous thing, made of spun glass and inches from turning to dust. Part of you was convinced this wasn’t real.

Stars, let this be real.

You could feel hard bones pressed against your body under the lab coat. No longer was he an amorphous dripping mass of shadows. Skeletal arms, ribs, the knobs of his spine, all of it so strange and unfamiliar. He even smelled different, or rather you registered a scent where there was nothing before. He smelled of ozone, old books and magic.

Your sobs waned, hiccups taking their place and you felt Gaster bend down, his spine bowing, to set you on the floor. Your fingers tightened their grip on his lab coat, not wanting to let go. His head turned, reassuring kisses dusting your neck, and after a few moments your arms slowly unwound, falling back to your sides.

Gaster straightened up, smiling down at you in an abashed way that didn’t reach his eye sockets.

You shook your head, still trying to take him in with wide eyes, “I don’t understand.” you whispered. “It worked?”

<Yes, perhaps not precisely as intentioned, but as you can see...> He gestured almost grandly to himself, the success of the extraction process self-evident, he glanced around your apartment, noting the machine that was ripped apart in your hallway and the huge chunks of wall missing as well as the scorched and warped platform. The scene of destruction curved his mouth into a confounded frown.

Despite the litany of questions you meant to ask, somehow the first one out of your mouth was: “Why do you have a bunch of weeds?” you rasped, pointing at the greenery. There were dandelions, queen anne’s lace, and buttercups, all slightly wilted clutched in his hand.

Gaster flushed, and you noted that the color blooming on his skull was not the muted lilac you were used to, but a several shades closer to violet.

He held out the bunch of foliage, and you couldn’t help the broken laugh that escaped you, nor the slow, tired smile as you accepted the hastily constructed “bouquet”. “Thank you. You are too sweet. I don’t have a vase or-” you blinked, your exhausted mind sluggish to process his words. “What road?”

<The road down from Mount Ebott. I will speak with Doctor Alphys but clearly the procedure did not go entirely as planned and the convergence point collapsed. When I was ejected from the void I was flung out of the most proximal convergence point to this one.> he paused, waiting for you to find the answer, like his favorite pupil who always knew just what to say next.

You didn’t.

You were so tired.

Your head throbbed.

You SOUL hurt.

<...I exited the grey door in the Underground.> he provided the answer when you did not respond, eye sockets narrowing. His phalanges gripped your chin, tilting your head up so he could examine you closely and critically for the first time since he arrived. You were sure he was alarmed by what he saw. You could hardly stand to look at your own reflection, skin paler than ever, bloodshot eyes, and bruises under them. Chapped lips, wild-maned, broken.

“I look like shit.” you supplied, knowing he would never say that, even if he concurred.

<You look like you haven’t slept.> he signed, concern growing.

“‘Cause I haven’t.”

<Alex, it’s been two days.> His skull contorted with dismay.

“I thought you were dead!” you cried, voice splintering as fresh tears spilled down your cheeks. Gasters eye sockets widened, taken aback. “Everyone thinks you’re gone. I couldn’t feel you and there weren’t any readings and Sans said I killed you!”

He dropped down to one knee, lowering himself so he could hug you again as you broke down into tears, pulling you against his ribcage and softly stroking his phalanges through your tangled hair. Your weeping almost instantly slowed, soothed by his presence alone. He wasn’t dead, he was here, he was out of the void, he was here with you.

he signed as he reluctantly pulled back.

You nodded, wiping your eyes with your palm and bracing yourself. The embers in your chest flared like they’d been exposed to fresh oxygen as you drew your SOUL out, hissing in pain through clenched teeth.

Gaster gasped, his bones rattling.

It was worse than you could have imagined.

The normally vivid blue was dull, no longer the bright glowing radiance that made your surroundings seem dim in comparison. Instead splotches of ashen grey mottled the surface, obscuring the usual luminosity giving your SOUL the appearance of being diseased. Of course it felt like it burned, but you hadn’t expected it to look like it too.

<What did you do!?> To say Gaster was horrified would be an understatement.

You shrugged, “Pulled you out of the void, apparently.”

There was an incredulous pause, then, <...What!?>

“The machine broke,” you gestured at the mangled device, “So I guess I got you out myself. Things got really foggy there at the end. I think I hit my head.”

He shook his skull, utterly dismayed at your flippant response. Swiftly, he took the flowers from your hands, dumping them on the counter and without warning, scooped you up, one long arm under your back, the other tucked under your knees as he stood back up and held you in an effortless princess carry.

<Have you any idea how much I’ve wanted to do this?> he signed with summoned hands, looking rather irate as he walked towards your bedroom, stepping over broken machinery.

“Carry me off to bed?” you said with an attempt at a cheesy grin, the expression marred by your exhaustion.

<Hold you, like this,> he corrected, <and I wish it were under any other circumstances. I have not seen a SOUL Burn so severe in all my years, how are you still standing!?>

“Alphys didn’t seem too worried.”

<Had she misplaced her glasses!?> he signed, outraged.

“Nah, I did actually, couldn’t find them anywhere... I didn’t give her a chance to look at my SOUL. Kicked them all out. Started cleaning. Didn’t stop.” you muttered.

“It does hurt. Feels like fire in my chest.”

“Sorry.” you murmured, leaning your head against his bony shoulder.

<No apologizing.> he tutted, shaking his head, <Humans are truly remarkable creatures.>

He laid you down on the bed, propping pillows under your back so you remained upright. Part of you wanted to object to being coddled but another part would have let him do whatever the hell he wanted. Let him dote on you, let him fuss. Whatever made him happy, whatever let him stay.

Which was why you tried to get out of bed to chase after him as he attempted to depart your bedroom, and he rounded on you with an uncommon amount of anger.

<Stay.> he signed sharply, pressing you back down against the bed, one large hand splayed over your chest. His expression softened, <Rest, please. It is my fault you are in this state->

“This isn’t your fault!” you yelled.

“Please don’t leave me, I don’t know if this is real, I can’t feel you.” your voice was trembling now.

He leaned down, kissing your forehead. <It is very real, I assure you. I will be right back. Please, stay here.>

“...Kiss me first.” you ordered, eyes hard.

He arched a brow bone at you.

“No, properly.” You were never like this. Needy and burdensome, sure, but it was rare you demanded something of him. But you needed to feel him, to know this wasn’t just a particularly vivid dream. And if you couldn’t sense him with your SOUL, well, this method would suffice.

Gaster was never one to deny you, and so his long fingers slowly curled along your jaw, tiling your face towards him and his skull lowered to meet your lips with his. This was the same, familiar in all the ways his restored form was not, soft lips against hard bone. And when your lips parted in an open invitation he did not waste a second, his tongue delving into your mouth, heatedly gliding over your own.

This was very different.

There was no icy cold. No strange shifting shadows, but a solid warmth, his tongue slick and buzzing with the unmistakable frisson of magic. Like fire whiskey, like a tingle of electricity, lighting your nerves, even your charred SOUL lurched in your chest from shock.

You squealed a surprised sound at the unexpected sensation, and before you could manage to pull away, his hand swiftly snaked around to the back of your neck, fingers woven through your hair as he cradled your head and kept you firmly in place. Insistently, yet not without tenderness, he kept kissing you, allowing you to feel and understand that he had changed. Even this act, this thing you had loved and found comfort in, would not be the same as it once was. But it was him. Undeniably, it was Gaster, he was here. A tension in your frame relaxed and you finally reciprocated, a tangle of tongues and lips and breath as you felt him sigh in relief.

Slowly he drew back, looking into your eyes, searching for a sign of alarm or discomfort. He wouldn’t find even a hint.

<Please, let me take care of you.> he signed, fingers carding through your hair.

You relented with a nod, and true to his word Gaster was gone and back in short order, fussing over you once again. He had water that he made you drink, and some nearly expired granola bars he’d raided from the very back of your snack stash, probably the only pre-packaged food he could manage to find that was remotely healthy.

“I’m not hungry.” you murmured.

<You need food if your SOUL is to heal.> holding the opened package out to you sternly.

Reluctantly you ate, the food flavorless and tasting no better than ash.

he signed, sitting next to you on the bed.

“Your magic is back?” you asked. It should have been obvious, if he was no longer in the void, it would stand to reason his magic would have returned to him.

he signed with a wry grin, <May I?>

You nodded, and with a wince, drew out your damaged SOUL again. He examined it closely, phalanges hovering over the surface but never making contact with the core of your being.

The ring-shaped pupil in his left eye socket lit up a brilliant ultraviolet shade.

Then, for the first time, you felt Gaster’s magic.

It was completely novel. You were familiar with Sans and Papyrus and how their magic wove about them, but Gaster’s was very far removed from theirs. Very far removed from your own. If Papyrus was a steady stream, you a flame, and Sans a veritable firestorm, Gaster was...highly structured. Rhythmic and orderly. Layers of magic that conformed to perfect, precise arrangements.

It was like music.

Warmth and green light spilled forth from his fingers and you gasped, shuddering as his magic poured directly into your SOUL. Stars that felt so good. Like your SOUL was submerged in warm water, seeping in and soothing all of the damage your outburst of magic had inadvertently wrought. There was a sort of pressure there too, like a firm hug, or being swaddled in warmth. It was hard to translate what your SOUL felt into physical sensations, that magical core just too far removed from the physical matter of nerves and flesh. Those sensations were overwhelming after only a few moments, and you felt Gaster’s hand hold yours after you screwed your eyes shut and tried to remember how to pull air into your lungs properly.

It could have been a few minutes or a few hours by the time his magic abated, your SOUL slipping back into your chest and your breaths a shaky series of pants.

“Mmmelty...” you slurred, “Like goop...”

He smirked, then stifled a yawn behind a hollow hand, and you watched him, fascinated.

“You’re tired.” you said, awed and wide-eyed.

<It would appear so, yes. I believe I am long overdue for a nap.> he grinned.

You matched it, perhaps a little more conniving. “You’re sleeping here with me.”

he quickly retorted, his grin slipping quickly into a frown, <You need your rest. I’ll sleep on the couch.>

“Like hell you will.” you responded hotly. You doubted he would even fit without his feet hanging off the end, “You’re staying with me. My house, my rules, and tonight I need my boyfriend here with me.”

He stared with raised brow bones at your declaration, as if waiting for you to correct yourself.

You did not.

he weakly objected.

“So?”

“So take it off.” you said, like it was obvious.

“Oh.” Was he shy?

...Stupid, stupid skeleton.

“Gaster I swear to god, if you don’t get in this bed in the next five seconds I will use my magic on you, I don’t care what state my SOUL is in.”

He sighed, hastily unbuttoning his lab coat, unbuckling his belt and kicking off his slacks, both carelessly tossed to the floor to reveal boxers with a little bone print pattern. It also revealed his bones, and you couldn’t help your eyes roving over his new (or perhaps old) form. He looked just as one would imagine, an animated skeleton with a broken skull, but it was so very strange to see the monster you’d fallen in love with appear this way.

“Cute.” you commented pointing at his boxers, and he rolled his eyelights.

He crawled into bed with you, mattress dipping down with his additional weight, and you situated yourself against him. You didn’t have much choice, he was huge, taking up much of the space.

“Does this bother you?” you asked, glancing up at his wary eyelights.

“Am I offending your modesty?”

“Not this one.” you answered simply, fingers lazily trailing over the bones of his arm in a tired sort of fascination. “Never you.” He wore the fondest of smiles then, carefully running his fingers through your messy hair, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy.

“Wanna make it even?” you murmured, words slightly slurred as you fought to stay awake.

You heard him make a sleepy ‘Hmm?’ sound, and felt it through his ribs, a low and deep hum that made a strange heat curl in your belly.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, grabbing a fistfull of the fabric and tugging it up your body--

Quicker than you could track, his bones clamped around your wrist, pulling your hand right back down, your shirt along with it. Gaster’s skull was a blazing amethyst, and his eyelights were dim little pinpricks.

<No. That will not be necessary.> You could hear his breath shuddering slightly, and you thought you might have heard a quiet rattle of bones.

“No fun.” you mumbled, rolling onto your side and tucking yourself securely against him. He was, well, bony. Hard and solid against you, perhaps not the most comfortable bedmate. You hardly cared, he was here, you were not alone.

<Will you please sleep now?> he asked, perhaps a little amused and exasperated at your antics.

“‘s long as you’re here, yeah.” you drowsed, words thick. “Thought I lost you.” Your eyes slipped closed and you could no longer read his signs, but you could feel unfamiliar arms made of bones wrap around you, and very familiar lips pressed against your temple.

“...Love you.”

You were asleep within seconds.

You did not dream.

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joeyshowy444 · 4 years

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The snow was falling, a brisk breeze in the air, a chill running down his spine. The sound of fresh snow being promptly destroyed could be heard as the lone figure walked the path, trees swaying on his right and left, snow falling from the branches. He looked up at the sky blankly, before realizing it was just an illusion created by the royal scientist to cheer them all up. He sighed, feeling the never ending exhaustion he always seemed to have. Moments later He stopped at a door, purple in color, faded but still bright as ever. Before the humans had thrown them down here, this used to be a cave entrance,before a door was made to keep them out, though a few over the years had still made it through, by unknown means. His bones rattled, having no skin resulted in this unnatural effect, and the skeleton stepped forward, knocking on the door. No response. He waited, a good while, before leaving, the only bit of true happiness he felt.. dispating. He didn’t feel much of anything anyway, though you could never tell. He was always joking, a smile on his face, playing his part. He knew he was a joy for other monsters, and so he joked, and laughed and smiled, hating his very existence, but always smiling for those that still had joy left in them. His brother hated his puns, much to his amusement. His brother was his support, without him..well he would have lost it. He was still walking, the snow getting heavier as he Mulled over all these things, lost in his head, per usual. But don’t let that fool you, his eyes scanned everything, nothing escaping his vision.

“SANS, I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU HAD ME WORRIED SICK!”Papyrus said, as his brother walked into the house. “WHERE WERE YOU? I WAS JUST ABOUT TO COME LOOKING FOR YOU,BUT ALAS I THE GREAT PAPYRUS COULDNT ABANDON MY MAGNIFICENT SPEGGETTI.” The tall skeleton, who was in the kitchen said this with such pride that it made sans smile. “ITS 5:00 IN THE AFTERNOON SANS! WHERE WERE YOU?” Sans smirked, walking into the kitchen, “I guess you could say I lost track of time..” Papyrus breathed deeply,”SANS NOW IS NOT THE TIM”- he stopped realizing he almost fell into sans trap. Sans chuckled, before contenuing, “sorry paps, I noodle I should have told you, but unless I wanted to come back an extra time, it was pretty impastable.” Papyrus promptly yeeted sans Into the next room, making sure he landed on the couch. Sans chuckled, before promptly falling asleep midair.

Sans was dreaming, and it was strange. He was walking in the underground, making his way to to the ruins, as he tends to do most days. “Stupid human,”sans muttered, regrettably. “Should’ve stayed on the surface, but now you’ve been boned,” he muttered darkly, Events playing through his head. The human had come down here, and had attempted to kill him with a machete, before getting a sharp bone through the heart, ending his very life then in there.sans pulled a small container out of his pocket, a white human soul inside. He had only heard of these when he was a royal scientist, and had heard rumors they were more powerful then red souls if you were lucky, which contained determination, but in order for that to happen it was a trillion/1 chance. But this white soul was unique. Most white souls had no traits, they were malleable to the owners own desire. But this one, seemed different. It was odd, actually. It had the following traits: survival,destruction, loyalty and love... and hate? Most souls only had a few traits or even just one, but this one had five over all traits, and they all were equal. Their wasn’t one more dominant then the other, which was odd to say the least. And then there was the trait, love and hate. these were almost always fighting each other, struggling for dominance, but in this soul, they had somehow achieved a perfect harmony. He kept walking before making a detour through the wooded area. Unknown to a lot of monsters, it actually went on for ages, but thanks to the royal guard it was left uncharted. It was too dangerous in there, but there was also something else too. The dust of monsters lost in the Great War was buried in a cemetery deep in the forest. The king refused ro let anyone go there, because he believed it would cause unnecessary rage Towards humans. But sans didn’t care. His race was buried there, his people. *** Upon entering the cemetery, sans stopped infront of a granite wall. Each section of the graveyard had these, describing the types of monsters contained, and the versions the race produced. It read: Inthis section the race of the skeletons lay, the first who were willing to jump in the fray. Numerous they were, with untold skills in magic. And because of this they were fear and thus killed by the gencidel humans. There was one human, filled with determination, a manic a best, he killed our race, until only I remained. I devised a way to steal his soul, and contained it in this wall, as a warning to my last remaining kin. A human with determination is full of sin, and won’t give up until they achieve their win. -Gaster. Sans sighed. Gaster was a powerful monster, but a genius as well. He raised sans and papyrus after saving them from a human durning the war and seeing their mother die, he told them he was their father. Skeltons didn’t always stay together when they mates, due to lack of emotional attachment from the males. Gaster had killed so many humans, that his level exceeded 20. The skeltons were alike to humans, but they posssed magic. They could absorb humans souls, but they had to be high enough in their levels. But when Gaster had become a royal scientist, he made a mistake, he created the core, an unlimited source of power, and fell into it. After that, everyone stopped remembering him, except sans, who made an effort not to forget. He wrote things down, kept pictures, and used magic to save his memories. The world strangely adjusted to him vanishing, instead making it so the Aphys the current royal scientist, created the core, though she didn’t know how it worked. It really was strange, honestly. Sans kept reading, until he hit the next section explaining the types of monsters that existed in the skeleton race.

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kittysukagasterfics · 5 years

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Nightmares

Note: Thank you for all the notes on that last fic. I hope you all enjoy this one.

Handplates belongs to: @zarla-s

Warning: This fic contains blood, mentions of death, actually death, and other topics that may be disturbing to others. If you are uncomfortable with any thing like that, I suggest not reading this fic.

Summary: The Human suffers from a really bad nightmare and is unable to calm down. Will Gaster and the brothers be able help?

It was a typical day down in the Lab. Gaster was trying to get some work done while simultaneously keeping an eye on the Subjects and the Human. All of them were currently out of the cells and causing mischief as usual. He sometimes had to look up from his work and tell them to settle down. They were all having too much fun to listen to him, though. The Human would pet, kiss, and hug the brothers while the brother giggled with pure joy. They eventually calmed down when the Human grew weary from the playing and fell asleep.

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The Human slowly opened their eyes, still slightly groggy. Looking around, they noticed Gaster and the brothers weren’t there. They stood up quickly in a slight panic. The whole room was dark and gave off an uneasy feeling that made the Human’s heart race. They walked over to the door leading out into a hallway and opened it.

“*You call out for the brothers and Gaster.”

“*...”

(*Nobody answers...)

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“*-mumbles something-”

“did they say something?”

“I THINK SO, BUT I COULDN’T HEAR THEM. THEY’RE TALKING TOO SOFTLY!”

Gaster just ignored them and continued working.

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Opening the door, an unidentified odor wafted through the air. The Human was confused and slightly scared. They tried calling out to Gaster again to no avail. Now even more frightened at this point, they started to cry out for Gaster and the brothers, begging them to answer. Tears ran down their cheeks as they ran down the hall down to the testing room. Why weren’t they answering?! Was this some cruel joke being played?! Closing in on the door, the Human threw it opened only to be met with a horrific sight.

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“*-small whine-”

“they don’t sound good, bro...”

“YEA, THEY SOUND UPSET! SHOULD WE WAKE THEM UP?”

“nah, they look alright for now.”

Gaster looked up once but then went back to working.

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The Human choked back a sob as they stared at what appeared to be the brothers’ clothing...covered in dust and splotches of what looked like blood. They couldn’t be...no, they can’t be! This...This isn’t happening!��

‘*You can’t deny it...’

‘*They’re...dead...’

They couldn’t take it anymore. The Human began to sob loudly, begging Gaster to answer them. They fell to their knees wailing and hugging their waist as they just continued to stare at what was left of the brothers.

‘*You need to find Gaster...NOW.’

Tears streaming down their face, the Human rushed out of the room and into the room where the cells were. However, when they entered, they were met with an equally horrific sight.

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“*-loud whimper-”

The Human trembled a little in their sleep, followed by more whimpers.

“bro, they sound upset!”

“HUMAN? ARE YOU OK?”

Subject 2 started to gently shake the Human in an attempt to wake them. They continued to sleep, however, and the shaking just seemed to make them tremble more.

Gaster was now looking over at the Human with a worried expression.

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The Human stood there in complete shock. Gaster was still alive, but his skull was covered with small cracks and was cowering in fear in front of a dark figure standing over him. They realized in horror that the figure looked exactly like them and worst of all, they holding what looked like a knife. The Human could hear the ‘person’ talking to him, and what they were saying didn’t ease their fears.

“*You deserve everything I’ve done to you...”

“...”

“*Nobody loves you and neither did I...”

“H...Human, plea-.”

“*I’m glad I killed them so they wouldn’t have to suffer from an abomination like you...”

The Human couldn’t believe what they were hearing. The person’s words were laced with venom as they spat out abuses at Gaster. It made the tears come back strong. This...maniac killed the brothers and now they’re possibly going to kill him?! The Human wasn’t about to let that happen! They started to rush at them, but felt something wrap around their wrists.

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“*-loud sobs-”

The Human grabbed at their hair while shaking their head back and forth.

“BROTHER, THEY’RE CRYING!”

“human, human, wake up please!”

The brothers were panicking at this point, starting to cry themselves. Gaster was already out of his chair and knelt in front of the Human.

“Human? Human, wake up. You’re having a nightmare. It’s not real, Human...”

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The Human looked down at their wrist and saw a black tentacle-like rope tightly wrapped around it. They yanked with every once of their strength but the rope held tight and started to pull them back into a dark void. Suddenly, more ropes began to wrap themselves around the Human, around their other wrist, their legs, and one even wrapped itself around their neck. They fought against the ropes, feeling them tighten with each struggle and cut deeply into their skin causing heavy bleeding.

The person was speaking again. Their tone of voice still as venomous as before.

“*You actually thought you could hide from me? How pathetic...”

“-sound of bones rattling-”

“*How about I kill you as well? Just to make you suffer even more.”

“Nn-! S-Stay away!”

They began to move towards Gaster, who continued to cower in fear. The Human could see that he was starting to cry. They gave out a choking cry to him but he didn’t seem to hear them. The ropes were starting to suffocate them as they struggled to breathe. Their vision began to turn blurry as the person raised the knife in the air.

'*You cry out desperately...but no sound comes out...’

“*Die, trash...”

The Human’s vision faded to black just as the knife was swung down.

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‘*You suddenly jolt awake with a strangled cry.’

The Human’s breathe were shallow and quick. Tears flowed down their face as they tried to calm themselves down to no avail. Gaster gently placed a hand on their shoulder while speaking calmly.

“Human, just breathe. Nothing’s going to hurt you-!”

He was suddenly grabbed by the Human in a tight hug as they sobbed into his chest. The brothers had wrapped their arms around their legs trying to cheer them up. Gaster awkwardly petted their head not knowing what else to do. Gently pushing them despite their protests, he looked the Human in the eyes.

“Human, are you alright? That dream didn’t sound too pleasant.”

“*You tell him it’s not worth talking about.” ‘*He gives you a look.”

“No offense, Human, but you’re not very convincing. Would you prefer to talk about alone?”

‘*You quickly nod. You don’t want the brothers hearing this...’

Gaster ushered the brothers back into the cells, which they weren’t too happy about.

“CAN’T WE HELP THE HUMAN, TOO?”

“You can help them when I’m done with them.”

He and the Human left before they could protest anymore. They went into the testing room, where Gaster noticed that they were uneasily looking around the room. They both took a seat at the table where Gaster was the first to speak.

“Human, what were you dreaming about...? You were crying pretty loudly...”

For once, Gaster’s tone felt oddly warm and full of concern. They knew that he was no stranger to nightmares, whether it be about the War or about Toriel. He always had to be woken up whenever that happened. Even though Gaster never talked about his nightmare or even admit to sleeping in the first place, the Human figured that there was no use keeping something like this from him.

Taking a shaky breathe, they talked about how they saw the brothers’ dust in the room they were currently in the dream and then when they tried to find him, there was some evil version of themselves hurting and hurling abuses at him. The Human tried to save him but ended up getting tied up and strangled by ropes. They finished off with everything going black and hearing a knife swinging down.

Fresh tears were already balling up in their eyes when they stopped talking. They began to tremble slightly as they took a glance at Gaster to see his reaction. He looked...thoughtful. The Human wanted to know what he was thinking. Was he thinking bad of them now? Would they be killed for being suspected of being dangerous? There was no telling at this point. Those bad thoughts vanished immediately when Gaster finally spoke up.

“No offense to your feelings, Human, but your dream scenario is...impossible to say the least. I honestly doubt you would have any intention to hurt the Subjects or even me...”

The Human gave a small smile at his words, relieved that he had no ill feelings towards them as he continued rambling.

“It’s also important to remember that it was only just a dream and...!”

They cut him off by almost tackling him to the floor in the form of a hug. Tears of joy threatened to fall as they hugged and petted Gaster. He could only sigh as he patted them on the back in comfort.

“Human, you’ve cried enough for today. I already told you that it was just your imagination.”

“*You thank him for listening to you, but you’re not sure if you can sleep tonight...”

“I...may be able to help you with that.”

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Gaster looked down at the Human sleeping next to him on the floor. The Subjects were also sleeping with them, curled up in their lap. It took some convincing, but he was finally able to get them asleep. Not only was he glad to finally get some work done, but he was also glad the Human wasn’t going to be suffering any nightmares tonight.

After all, he knows all too well what it’s like having nightmares...

Notes: Thank you all for reading the most depressing fic on this blog. Not gonna lie, I teared up a little while writing this. Thank you all for reading! Requests are always welcomed! Stay tuned for more.

#undertale #handplates #gaster #my fic #sans #papyrus #the human #probably the most depressing fic ive made #so far...#ukagaster

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promisedangel · 6 years

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Fresh Meat: Confinement- Chapter 5

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Chapter 5- Ironic Punishments

Chara sat in silent contemplation. They clutched their locket tightly with the fear it would disappear if they let go. Their eyes were puffy and red from their tears, reduced to trickles from their eyes. As more and more time passed, the dread of their situation began to sink in. Their anger towards Gaster subsided only slightly, but they felt it would return when he did. They grasped the locket tightly, I will never forgive him, Chara swore to themselves.

Chara relaxed their grip around the locket. Their eyes drifted towards it. Memories of their month with the Dreemurrs flooded back to them. The smell of Toriel’s freshly cooked meals, made with her love. The touch of Asgore while they trained or finally embraced him. The sights they saw with Asriel. The rainbow mist. The lake view. The barrier. The Last Corridor.

Their happy memories faded, almost ripped away from them as the memory of their first trip to the golden hall surfaced. The first time Chara had noticed, and successfully avoided, Gaster. Their memory turned to all the times Gaster came knocking on the Dreemurrs’ door. The time he pulled Asriel and themselves away. The fight in Snowdin Forest. Chara shook. Their breath became heavy. They curled in on themselves tightly. They didn’t want to think about it anymore.

A sudden knock pierced through Chara’s thoughts. Chara gasped sharply, startled. Chara heard Alphys’s voice through the door, “It’s ok! It’s just me, Chara!” Chara relaxed only slightly. They kept one hand on their locket just in case. They saw the bottom of the door lift upwards as Alphys slid a new tray under their door. This time it held a mushroom stew and a glass of water. Alphys spoke kindly, “I brought dinner. I… I would have come earlier but… I… I tried to speak to Dr. Gaster about why he made you see the trial…” Chara replied, their voice hoarse, “He has done more than that.” Alphys fidgeted with her fingers nervously, “Y-Yeah…”

Chara sat still. They made no attempt to go towards the tray of food. Alphys noticed the tray hadn’t moved. She spoke in concern, “Are you okay? You really should eat.” Chara shook their head, “I am not hungry.” Alphys groaned, “Please, Chara, I told you yesterday starving isn’t fun.” Chara sighed. They stood. Alphys could hear the noise of their steps against the stone floor. She sighed in relief. Chara kneeled down before they grasped the edge of the tray. They pushed the tray back under the door and quickly closed the compartment it used. Alphys facepalmed and groaned, “Chara…” Chara spoke bluntly, “I lost my appetite. You can thank him for that.” Alphys sighed and picked up the tray, “I told him that this was going to come back and bite us… but… he didn’t listen. Maybe now he’ll listen.” Chara stood up and went towards their bed, “He will not listen.” Alphys spoke calmly, “Well… I have proof that it was a bad idea. He may be… abrasive… but he is a monster of science. I’m sure he’ll listen.” Chara sighed as they settled into bed once more. Alphys hesitated, but soon left quietly with the tray.

Alphys took the tray deep into the lab on a path to Gaster’s office. Before she could reach his office, however, she noticed something had changed about the area. A new scent hung in the air of the hallway. She paused. This scent was familiar; distant, but familiar. She took a deep breath, her eyes closed instinctually. She knew this smell. Her eyes shot open at the realization. Blood. Pure human blood. Her mouth watered. Her feet began to move without her will. She dropped the tray. It clattered to the floor behind her. The glass broke, and the bowl fractured. It spilled the soup far. Alphys knew of the spill, but her focus was on the scent of blood. Every inch of her body drew her closer and closer to the source of the scent. She turned down the hall a few times and she came to a door. The scent was strongest there. She could tell that the source was just beyond. She grasped the door knob and tried to turn it. The door was locked. Normally, Alphys would turn away, but her instincts begged her to find a way in. She tried to pull and push at the door. It didn’t work. Before she could do anything else, a voice rung behind her, “What are you doing?” Alphys gasped. She turned sharply to the source of the noise. It was Gaster. He held some semblance of the scent of blood. Alphys stammered before she noticed the scent of blood once more. Alphys began to go back into her trance as her words faded into strange noises. Gaster raised a brow at the lack of a response. It took him a moment for him to realize what had happened. He sighed and rubbed his temples lightly. He spoke with resign, “Of course. You wandered here because of the blood.”

He kept a calm expression before he slapped Alphys sharply across the face. Alphys groaned and blinked as she held her reddened cheek. Gaster spoke calmly with his hands behind his back, “Have you returned to your senses?” Alphys paused before she fully realized her situation. She blushed heavily, “I- I’m so sorry, sir! I smelled- I mean, I didn’t-“ Gaster raised a hand calmly to shush Alphys. Alphys complied and quieted immediately. Gaster spoke calmly, “Not to worry, I knew you would find this room eventually. I did not think it would be so soon.” Alphys curled in slightly, “What… is it?” Gaster looked towards the door, “I am creating the substitute in this room.” Alphys calmed slightly. She held a guilty look in her eyes, “Oh… so the smell was…” Gaster nodded, “The human’s blood. Correct.”

Alphys frowned for a moment. Gaster gave a small smile as he calmly explained, “Do not worry, as the human’s caretaker you are one of the very few monsters who are guaranteed a supply of the substitute. I cannot have you wildly attacking it, after all.” Alphys fidgeted with her hands, “Well… Thank you… but…um…” Gaster raised a brow, “Did something happen?” Gaster narrowed his eyes, “Or are we going to continue that conversation from earlier?” Alphys sighed, “Chara- the human, I mean, they… they refused to eat. They said… that they lost their appetite because of the trial...” Gaster sighed, “I see.”

He paused. He held his chin as he began to mull over options in silence. A small smirk curled on his face. He let the hand that held his chin go aloft as he spoke, “If it doesn’t want to eat, then why should we feed it?” Alphys’s eyes widened. She protested immediately, “S-sir! But that would-“ Gaster frowned and rolled his eye sockets as he interrupted Alphys, “I do not mean permanently, obviously. It shouldn’t take long for the human to realize how much of a hell starvation is. A single day should do. I will tell you when you can resume making its meals.” Alphys curled up slightly. Her tone became submissive, “I-I don’t mean to question you… but… are you sure this is the only way? They’re just a kid after all-“ Gaster interrupted her sharply. His voice filled with venom, “An unfortunately intelligent one. Did you know how it gave me this new scar? I only let my guard down for one second and it tried to split my skull with a knife!” Alphys looked at the scar for a moment before her gaze drifted away, “I… I suspected… but I didn’t think-“ Gaster interrupted her once more. He spoke firmly, “And that is why you must be careful around the human. Remember, Alphys; humans are our food, but they also managed to trap us in this mountain. You cannot let your guard down. You cannot sympathize with its words. Even a child can be intelligent, given the right circumstances. Especially if it believes its survival is at stake.” Alphys frowned deeply as Gaster continued, “Humanity has forgotten it is not the top of the food chain. We have no choice but to teach the human that fact by any means necessary. Do I make myself clear?’ Alphys sighed and hugged herself lightly, “Yes, sir…”

Gaster spoke calmly, “Good. I would suggest you get some rest. Have you finished the physical report yet?” Alphys perked up and nodded, “F-for the most part! I just need to do some format editing and it’ll be done!” Gaster replied, “Then have it on my desk tomorrow before noon.” Alphys slouched, “Yes, sir.” Alphys began to walk away in disappointment. Her boss had barely listened to her. To add insult to injury, he gave her an order counter to what she wanted. She turned back briefly. Her boss was no longer there. He must be back in that room, she thought. She turned forward with a sigh, “I’m sorry, Chara…”

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Chara had no idea when they fell asleep. They didn’t know if they slept at all. Alphys did not return to them that night. Chara assumed that Gaster had not listened to her. Just as they suspected.

The sound of their empty stomach woke them to full conciousness. They groaned and sat up in bed. What time was it? Chara decided to find out. They stood and waited for the dull pain in their feet to subside. They wandered over to the door and kneeled down. No tray was nearby. They slowly went to open the lower opening of the door. No one was there. The lights of the hallway were on, however. Chara closed their eyes and focused on their hearing. Nothing other than the hum of the hallway lights. No distant footsteps. No hushed voices. Nothing.

An idea flashed through Chara’s mind. They held the section of door open. They pushed it against the outside of their room as far as it could go. They lowered themselves onto their stomach and peeked their head out. They struggled somewhat but was able to fit their head if it was sideways. They reached their other arm out and placed it on the wall next to the door. They began to push against the door and the wall. Chara felt stuck on their shoulders. They struggled to push themselves through the opening. They felt the wood of the door scrape against their shoulders bit by bit. Just a little more, Chara thought.

They relaxed in their struggle. They took a few deep breaths, they forgot to breathe in their struggles. Just as they readied themselves for another push, Chara heard distant footsteps. Chara instinctually gasped. They hurried to push themselves back inside their room. They succeeded with little effort. In their rush, they let go of the part of the door they held up. It lightly smacked against their head. Chara grunted before they quickly held the compartment open and then slowly closed it as they fully returned to the room. They gave a sigh of relief.

The footsteps grew closer and closer. Chara relaxed slightly. It must be Alphys, Chara thought. Despite their protests yesterday, their hunger returned to them. They had to apologize to Alphys. They stepped back as the set of footsteps settled in front of the door. Their eyes drifted down to the compartment. Yet, something was different. There was no knock on the door. The compartment did not lift and reveal a tray. Instead, the lock clicked open. A chill ran down Chara’s spine. So far, only one being has opened their door.

As they feared, the first to greet them for the day was Gaster. The second Gaster saw Chara, his eyes lit up and Chara was still. Chara saw they were encased by Gaster’s magic, a grip on their very soul. A scowl grew across Chara’s face as they attempted to struggle against Gaster’s magic to no avail. The door opened fully. Gaster’s expression was neutral. Gaster spoke bluntly, “You will follow me, or I will force you to follow. Your choice.” Chara growled, “I remember what happened last time you made me cooperate.” Gaster raised a ‘brow’ at Chara, “I’ll take that as a no.”

Chara was lifted into the air. Gaster turned and slowly exited the room. Chara seemed to float behind him and move along at his pace. Gaster spoke off-handedly, “If you still fear more death awaits you, then you have nothing to fear for at least five decades. Of course, if any monster other than Alphys or myself get near you, then you would see death one more time.” Chara narrowed their eyes, “Where is Alphys? I thought you ordered her to be my ‘caretaker’.” Gaster gave a light chuckle, “She told me you refused your meal last night. Therefore, I have given her the day off from your care.” Chara’s eyes widened. Before they could speak, their stomach growled loud enough for Gaster to hear. Chara immediately curled in on themselves and held their stomach. They blushed and pouted, embarrassed. Gaster turned back slightly as he walked. He smirked, “That is a mere taste of the hell monsterkind has endured. Refuse a meal again and it will not be just one day. On continuous attempts, I will order Alphys to shove food down your throat if I have to.” A chill ran up Chara’s spine. Fear flashed onto Chara’s gaze for a moment. Gaster turned forward with a satisfied grin.

The rest of the walk was in silence. Gaster soon stopped at a door and swiftly opened it. Chara recognized it; the same room Gaster brought them to with Asriel. Chara instinctually clutched their locket. Dread began to well in the pit of their gut. Gaster closed the door behind them before he floated Chara to the island table with restraints. His orange eye began to glow just as bright as his blue. Both his eyes narrowed. He seemed to grunt with some exertion as two sets of hands appeared around Chara and began to strap their legs, arms, chest, and head to the table. Chara’s eyes widened in shock, “You can still use that magic?” Gaster spoke with venom in his voice, “With great restraint, thanks to you.” As soon as Chara’s restraints were tightened, Gaster released his magic. He let out a few deep breaths and held the right side of his head along the scar. He stood there for a moment to recoup. After a large sigh, Gaster stood tall. He approached the machines on the side of the room, all covered in white sheets. He pulled the sheet off of one that had wheels. It was a bulky machine, tall and rectangular. One side of the machine held a screen could move to decent degrees. Out of the other side a long, thin stretch of metal and cables jutted from the machine. The end of this metal limb was a laser apparatus of sorts. Chara looked at the machine, pangs of fear in their voice, “What is that?” Gaster spoke calmly, “This is a soul scanning device. Since monster bodies are made of magic, it is easy to discern our condition by examining our souls.” Gaster spoke in a neutral tone as gently pushed the machine to the side of the table, “It’s rather old. And since you are human I will no doubt have to make adjustments, but I only need a basic scan to begin my research. This should not take long.”

Gaster set the machine squarely next to the table. He pointed the laser apparatus towards Chara’s chest began to flip a few switches and press a few buttons on the machine. A soft hum began to emanate from the machine as it started up. Gaster held a large switch and slowly lowered it part of the way. The laser hummed to life and fired at Chara’s chest right below their locket. Chara cringed, looked away, and closed their eyes. They were powerless to stop the beam. They felt a pressure on their chest where the laser was constantly fired at. Surprised, Chara peeked one eye open. A light formed on their chest and formed a red, upright heart. They heard Gaster let out a curious sound, “Strange, it is not registering the soul… I should be able to get basic reading from this level…” Gaster lowered the lever a few more notches. The laser hummed and became more intense. The pressure on Chara’s chest increased. The pressure began to pin their chest firmly against the table. Chara felt uncomfortable and began to squirm slightly. Their squirms barely mattered, as the restraints made them barely able to move. Gaster quickly noticed Chara’s squirms. He turned his attention towards Chara. A smirk curled on his face, “Uncomfortable? Get used to it. As long as your soul is not damaged, whatever pain this machine will bring you is what you deserve.” Chara glared at Gaster. Gaster’s expression normalized as he turned back towards the screen. He frowned at the results on the screen. He grumbled, “Only a faint reading… Not enough for it to collect any data. I suppose I will have to adjust it more than I thought.”

Gaster once more lowered the lever a few notches. The lever was almost fully lowered. The beam increased in intensity. Chara’s eyes widened; the pressure had crossed the line to pain. For a moment the pain seemed to ring throughout Chara’s entire being. Chara let out a yelp. They struggled against the beam. Their breaths became shallow and quick under the struggle of the beam. Gaster gave a satisfied smirk as he focused on the screen, “There it is.” He frowned as he examined the data now slowly coming on screen, “Interesting. Your physical matter seems to protect against the beam. I will have to find a way to circumvent that. Otherwise I will never be able to examine your soul in close detail.” Chara grit their teeth and closed their eyes. They couldn’t escape the pain. It seemed to well at the center of their chest. They tried to stand against the pain. They puffed their chest out slightly. Nothing seemed to work. The machine began to beep quickly and deeply. Gaster let out a grunt of annoyance, “Your resisting is corrupting the data. It appears for now I will have to use the machine’s maximum capabilities.”

Gaster lowered the lever as far as it could go. The machine whirred before the beam increased to its fullest intensity. The pain in Chara’s chest increased. They began to whine and whimper. They struggled against their restraints. They let out a whimper of, “It hurts…” Gaster chuckled, “If you didn’t resist, it wouldn’t have to.” He focused on the data now streaming onto the screen, “I will have the data I need in a few short minutes. Try to endure the pain until then.” A few tears peaked from Chara’s eyes. The pain started to spread throughout their chest. Their whines and whimpers began to escalate to cries of pain. The pain reached their limbs. Their head. The pain encompassed their entire being. Chara began to loudly cry out in pain. Gaster sighed and turned his gaze towards Chara, “It cannot possibly hurt that-“

In that instant, a new pain triggered throughout Chara’s entire being. They felt as though their body had been harshly cleaved in twain. The pain rung throughout all of Chara’s body. Chara screamed out. Tears streamed from their eyes. Gaster’s eyes widened in fear. His eyes lit up, focused at one point in Chara’s chest; Chara’s soul. Chara couldn’t see it in their trashes, but Gaster noticed it; a thin crack formed on Chara’s soul. The crack started from the top right to just past the center of the soul. Gaster gasped in shock. He quickly stammered out, “No!” He quickly flipped the lever upwards all the way. The beam whirred down until it stopped completely. The image of Chara’s soul faded from Chara’s view. However, Gaster could still clearly see it, crack and all. He gritted his teeth as his eyes returned to normal, “Damnit. I was a fool.”

Chara’s screams and cries of pain quieted quickly. Their eyes fluttered closed. Their body slumped and relaxed on the table, no longer tightened against the restraints. Gaster’s panic increased. He quickly checked Chara’s pulse and breath. Their breath normalized. Their pulse was still fast, but it began to slow. Gaster sighed in relief, “Only unconscious. Still… I was reckless.” Gaster began to slowly loosen Chara’s restraints. They noticed Chara’s wrists in particular had marks on them from their struggles. Gaster continued to chastise himself as he took off the last restraints, “I will have to completely redesign the laser apparatus altogether. I cannot let this crack expand.” Gaster went to use his blue magic on Chara’s soul. He hesitated, his eyes returned to his normal white. He groaned, “No. I cannot risk it.”

He slowly picked Chara up and began to carry them over his shoulder. Chara groaned as their body settled from the gentle toss. Gaster quickly teleported back in front of Chara’s room. He entered as Chara’s eyes began to flutter open. They grunted; their pain still present but dulled. Gaster gently placed Chara on their bed before he exited the room and closed the door behind him.

Chara woke to full consciousness a few minutes later. Small pangs of pain still rang throughout their body. They curled in on themselves. They began to weep. The memory of the pain made them quake. Their mind was flooded with fear. They clutched their locket tightly. They spoke quietly to themselves, “I have to get out of here.”

An excerpt from the journal of Dr. W. D. Gaster

I’ve made a terrible mistake. Today, I had planned on beginning research on the human’s soul. However, my grossly negligent oversight and incompatible equipment has caused the unthinkable; the human’s soul has cracked. I immediately shut down the soul scanning machine and sequestered the human in its quarters. Ironically, such a machine is the only way I can assess the damage. The entire machine will have to be redesigned to scan the human’s soul, and even then, I will have to take extra care from now on. The crack is small and thin, but until such time I can fully assess the damage, I will have to restrain my use of blue magic on the human’s soul. I do not know what this will do to the human, and I highly doubt it can be healed. I will have to focus on the machine in the time being. Designing its new quarters will have to wait.

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Riskie blinks.

[ CHILDREN? ] they sign a bit hesitantly. [ DO NOT KNOW. IT IS JUST ME HERE. ]

The monster shifts. I wonder, briefly, how come we can understand him. I also wonder why I feel so strongly that he is a he.

“✌☟📪 💣✡ ✌🏱⚐☹⚐☝✋☜💧📬 ✋ 👎✋👎 ☠⚐❄ 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐ ✌🏱🏱☜✌☼ ☼🕆👎☜📬 ✋ 💧☟⚐🕆☹👎 ☟✌✞☜ ✌💧😐☜👎 ✋☞ ✡⚐🕆☼ 👍⚐💣🏱✌☠✋⚐☠ 🕈✌☠❄☜👎 ❄⚐ 👌☜ ☼☜✞☜✌☹☜👎📬“, he says. I cross my arms and try not to think that I am trying to shield myself. "✋ 💣☜✌☠ ☠⚐ ☟✌☼💣📪 👍☟✋☹👎☼☜☠📬 ❄⚐ ☜✋❄☟☜☼ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆📬 ✋☠ ☞✌👍❄📬📬📬 ✋ 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐ ☟☜☹🏱📬”a

There is a blink of light in his dark sockets. He looks at us. His broken mouth widens in a feeble smile, and he lowers himself a bit - maybe trying to seem less huge and intimidating. His hands shiver, grabbing his sides, and - suddenly he is trembling. Suddenly he is not so scary anymore, because it is hard to be scared of messy, shaking shapeless monsters who are probably on verge of crying.

“🏱☹☜✌💧☜📪 ☹☜❄ 💣☜ ☟☜☹🏱📬“, he says in a distorted, unearthly voice. “🏱☹☜✌💧☜📪“

Riskie looks at me. I shrug.

Don’t look at me like that, you know what I will say.

[ JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE. ]

Okay, just do not hug him, please. You’ll never wash it off.

[ ...KILL JOY. ]

Riskie tentatively approaches the monster, and I follow them because I cannot do anything else. They reach out. The monster jerks away and stares at them, bewildered.

Riskie keeps holding their hand out.

The monster - or, well, W.D. Gaster, if that really is his name - pauses, then carefully takes Riskie’s hand into his. It cannot be too bad, because he makes another weak half-smile at them. The kid just grins back. It smells like static and broken batteries.

Then Riskie remembers that apparently, they cannot sign with one hand busy, and they certainly do not feel like talking today, so they look at me.

I sigh. Okay. Do not make your puppy eyes at me. They do not work.

Oh, they really do! Riskie thinks triumphantly, handing me the reigns and readily fading into the background. I snort. Whatever.

“Um”, I say aloud, because I have to say something. Gaster waits, watching my face. “Greetings. I... did not expect to find you here. It is a strange place.”

Gaster nods solemnly. “✡☜💧📬 ✋❄ ✋💧📬 ❄☼🕆💧❄ 💣☜📪 ✡⚐🕆☠☝ ⚐☠☜📬📬📬 ✋❄ ✋💧 ☠⚐❄ ✌ 🏱☹✌👍☜ ✡⚐🕆🕯👎 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐ 💧❄✌✡ ✋☠📬“ He shakes his head, humming. His voice sounds vaguely like a tape being re-winded. “❄☟✌❄ ✋💧 🕈☟✡ ✋ ✌💣 ✌☞☼✌✋👎 ✋ 👍✌☠☠⚐❄ ✈🕆✋❄☜ 💣☜☜❄ ❄☟☜ ☠☜☜👎💧 ⚐☞ ✌ 💣☜💣👌☜☼ ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ ☼⚐✡✌☹ ☞✌💣✋☹✡📪 👌🕆❄ ✋ ☟⚐🏱☜ ✡⚐🕆 🕈✋☹☹ 🕆☠👎☜☼💧❄✌☠👎📬“

I breathe in, out. “So you have seen me. Figures. Can you sign? My ears are hurting already.”

Gaster averts his eyes and pulls his hand away from mine. [ MY APOLOGIES ], his hands sign carefully and slowly. He is much easier to understand than Riskie - they go two times faster than this on a good day. [ I DID NOT REALISE. I AM NOT USED TO COMPANY. UNFORTUNATELY, THAT COMES WITH BEING STUCK LIKE I AM. ]

I linger on that thought. “But the door is - right there. You can go out, and there’s Waterfall at the other side. Unless it does not open this way...”

Gaster shakes his head, quick enough for it to turn into a blur. [ NO, NO. IT DOES. IT WILL. FOR YOU. BUT NOT FOR ME. THAT IS MY CURSE. I AM TO STAY HERE, LEAST I DIE. ] His fingers twitch, and he has to collect himself before he goes on. [ YOU ARE... THE FIRST PERSON I TALK TO, IN WHAT FEELS LIKE AN ETERNITY. THIS ROOM IS MY TRAP. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO. NOTHING I CAN CHANGE. I CAN ONLY WAIT AND WATCH THE WORLD GO BY, UNALTERED BY MY ABSENCE. ]

Poor dude, Riskie mumbles in the back of my head. Most of the time they are riding shotgun they just sleep. Maybe we can help him out?

“You said you could help us”, I say, ignoring them. Not now. “What did you mean?”

Gaster sighs - like an engine shutting down.

[ YES. I DID. WHAT I MEAN IS... I SEE THAT THE LAST RESET WAS NOT VOLUNTARY. ]

I don’t know who is the one flinching right now, me or Riskie, but the flinch is violent anyway. “You know about Resets?”

[ I WATCH THEM. JUST LIKE I WATCH EVERYTHING ELSE. AND... ]

The monster in front of us appears deep in thought. There is an air of melancholy about him.

[ I AM DEEPLY INVESTED IN THIS WORLD ], he signs. [ EVEN IF MY INFLUENCE IS SHALLOW, I WANT TO SEE IT PLAY OUT. I WANT TO SEE EVERYONE HAPPY. AND I BELIEVE THE CURRENT OUTCOME CANNOT BE CALLED A HAPPY ENDING, DESPITE IT MEETING THE CRITERIA. ] I squint. [ HOWEVER, WHEN YOU HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD, YOU LEARN... THINGS. YOU LOOK INTO THE FABRIC OF REALITY, AND YOU LEARN HOW TO EMBROIDER IT. ]

He puts up his palms, and... in between them, a golden light sparkles to life. I gawk. A perfect Save star, suspended in midair and glistening. Somehow it makes even that bleak room brighter.

“How?” I ask. Do you see that, Frisk? They do not answer. They must be sleeping already.

[ HUMANS DO NOT ALWAYS SAVE CONSCIOUSLY ], he signs, letting the star rest a few inches above the floor. [ THIS IS THE SAVE FILE FROM YOUR LAST NIGHT ON THE SURFACE BEFORE THE RESET. I TOOK IT AND KEPT IT SO I COULD RETURN IT TO YOU. ] He strokes it affectionately. [ YOU CAN USE IT. RETURN TO THE SURFACE. THIS RESET WILL BE ERASED FROM EXISTENCE. YOUR PROGRESS WILL BE RESTORED. THE MEMORIES. THE EXPERIENCES. THEY WILL ALL COME BACK. ]

I reach out to the star. I think I can see images shifting in its light. Smirking Toriel, laughing Asgore, Flowey with a content face, Undyne, Alphys, sunbathing - Riskie in clothes that fit them, with a family that loves them, happy and healthy and not thinking about death and guilt for once.

Then I stop.

“What is the price?” I ask.

Gaster smiles at me. [ I AM GLAD IT IS YOU I AM TALKING TO ], he says. [ NOT ONLY BECAUSE YOU SEEM MORE MATURE. I BELIEVE, IF YOU RESET, YOU WOULD PREFER YOUR PARTNER TO STAY IGNORANT - FOR THE SAKE OF THEIR PEACE OF MIND, OF COURSE. WELL. ] He sighs. [ MY PRICE IS SMALL. A SAVE FOR A SAVE, AND A DROP OF YOUR DETERMINATION. ]

“This is actually a lot to ask for”, I say.

[ IT IS JUST FOR OUR LITTLE SCHEME TO WORK ], he signs. [ I NEED A SAVE FILE TO REPLACE THE ONE THAT IS TAKEN, AND SOME DT TO SECURE IT THERE. OTHERWISE, IT WILL ALL FALL APART. ]

I shrug. “Let’s pretend I believed you. After all... I am trapped in here, too. It is not like I am in the right place to argue.”

Something rustles behind me. I turn around. The door is open, now.

[ YOU CAN LEAVE ANYTIME ], Gaster signs with a calm face. [ IT IS YOUR CHOICE, AND ONLY YOURS. ]

I hesitate. “Feels like a deal with the devil, but...” I could leave. The door is right there. Gaster makes no move to stop me as I slowly retreat to it. He looks forlorn but obedient.

I push the door open. He nods sadly. I set one foot forward.

Then I come back to his side, groaning.

“Fine. I... I think I cannot pass on this. But promise me you will wipe the memories of Frisk... and Flowey. He should forget what happened, too.” Forgive me, Frisk. But this is for the better. You will be happier, this way. Everyone will be. I am doing this for your own good. “What should I do?”

[ EASY ], Gaster signs. [ SIMPLY TAKE MY HAND. NOTHING MORE. ]

“Oh. I get it now. You have a thing for holding hands. How convenient”, I muse. Gaster laughs, and it is not a sound I like, but he is a monster, he has my leniency. “Okay. Here.”

We shake hands. Nothing happens. His hand feels weird. There is the sensation of a touch, but I cannot determine if it’s cold or warm, hard or soft. The abstract notion of a touch rather than the touch itself.

[ IT IS SECURED NOW ], he signs. [ YOU HAVE MADE THE RIGHT CHOICE. ]

“I hope I do. Now, what shall I...”

[ NOTHING MORE ], he signs again. [ NOW IT IS MY TURN. ]

Suddenly, his hands rush towards me-

...

... ...

... ... ...

Stay Determined.

#event: Dirt and (star)Dust #dasd #Dirt and Stardust

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Boink! The Gaster Brothers Pt. 14

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Dings didn’t wait. He didn’t flinch. He swung at one of the remaining guards with his fist to slam into his head, summoning a long, sharp bone in the other at the same time to stab at one of the points between the plates of armor, right where he was softest. --

The guards crumbled with anguished cries.

Rage slumped on the ground behind the wall of bones, his blaster crumbling.

The rest would be left to his brother.

Not many were left after the blasts, one or two. One went down after being stabbed up through the chest while the next was grabbed while trying to flee, Dings tackling him to the ground and beating his head into the ground before stabbing him as well. He stood among piles of dust blowing away through pieces of armor and cloth, breathing steady and deeply through his helmet. After a cursory look around him to make sure that was the last of them, he dissipated the bones around his brother and walked back to him. “Are you okay?” --

Rage was struggling to sit upright, breathing hard and grimacing, despite having only fired off one blast.

“Fuck,” he said, finally giving up and slumping fully to the ground. “Fuck… shit, I’m… I’m really dizzy…”

Grillby approached slowly, watching the dust billow away and quietly offering a bag of food to the two brothers to help them recover some.

“Thanks.” Dings said, taking the bag of food and rummaging through it to find whatever restored the most, then held it down for his brother to eat. “You shouldn’t have fired that. I could have handled them.” --

Rage didn’t eat. Not yet. Scowling at him.

“I thought you were giving up,” he hissed. “I thought you--!”

“What!?” Dings yelled back, voice livid. “No! Never! I had to get close enough to blast their fucking heads off! How could you ever fucking think I’d turn myself in after all that shit I said?” --

“I don’t know!” Rage said back, straining. “I-I don’t! Fuck you, you’re not allowed to do that to me!”

Grillby stayed nearby, watching them. Watching the dust.

He didn’t know if he should intervene or not.

“...enough…”

He didn’t know if they’d even hear to let him intervene.

Dings’ voice faltered as he suddenly realized what kind of panic he must have just put his brother through. “... I-” Grillby’s voice stopped him and he looked back at the flame.

When his brother turned, so did Rage, still glaring, eyes unfocused with magic-lack. But he looked all the same.

Grillby was surprised they responded as they did, but didn’t waste the opportunity.

“....You haven’t fought together in five years.... Rage is still recovering…. Won’t be able to read each other well yet… it’s fine…”

Dings accepted that and slowly turned to his brother to see if he did as well. “... I’m sorry. I didn’t think about what it would seem to you. But I need to be close range.” He thought back to how they fought together five years ago. “... I can’t do the ranged stuff very well anymore.” --

“You can’t…?” Rage said, sounding confused and concerned, and still rather listless.

He knew his brother said he’d fought up close more often, but… but still.

“... I’ve been fighting with Tybalt.” He explained, knowing his brother would remember him; the close-ranged sword fighter without any magical ability. “My entire way of fighting has changed to be able to stick with him.” --

Rage stiffened, face twisting.

He’d done that.

He’d asked Tybalt to look after Dings.

He’d put Dings closer to danger.

“Fuck, shit, I’m sorry…” he whispered, the most sound he could get out at the moment.

“Sorry for what?” Dings asked, frowning behind his helm. “Tybalt kept me alive that first year. Without him I’d be dead.”

Would he? Would he really have been?

“...put you close to the fight…” Rage managed. “..should’ve stayed far away.”

Grillby nudged Gaster’s hand, trying to remind him of the food.

Dings looked at Grillby, then at the food, and shoved it towards his brother again. “We can argue once you’ve eaten and had a rest.” --

Reluctantly, Rage finally began to eat, quieting down.

Once he had eaten Dings gathered up their things and lifted his brother onto his back to keep on walking to the next village. Hopefully Rage would manage a nap.

Rage was too spiteful and upset still to manage any chatter or conversation as they walked.

He fell into an exhausted, light nap eventually, head knocking on Gaster’s shoulder.

Grillby walked behind, a little slower than he usually went, though it kept up with Gaster’s pace.

He was thinking a lot today.

Dings would have to take one more break before they would eventually settle somewhere for the night. The murder of the other guards didn’t even seem to phase him in the slightest.

They had come to separate him from his brother. So they needed to die. That was all. --

Grillby helped set the camp. Made some food. Checked on the two.

Over the fire, he tried to grab Gaster’s attention while Rage slept, asking, “...what’s your plan…?”

Dings looked at him, then down at his sleeping brother. “... Same as before. I need to finish Rage’s arms. I need to carve the runes in them before we reach the next town, then have them overlayed with metal.” He ate a little of his meal. “After that? … I don’t care.” As long as he was with Rage he really, truly didn’t care what they did. “When he’s well again I’ll leave that up to him.” --

Gaster nodded, eating abit as well, accepting that.

“....do you have an idea what he has planned….?”

Dings shook his head, “He hadn’t said much of future plans. Mostly just worried about recovering right now, I think.” --

Grillby nodded slowly again, and considered his next words even more carefully than usual.

“....I will stay until he is recovered. Then, I may have to part…”

Dings looked surprised. Not hurt, but surprised. They knew they would probably part ways after the escort mission, but… “Why?” --

Grillby looked back the way they’d come. Back where the guards’ dust was still scattering around the woods.

“....I understand your love for your brother…” he said, “...but I do not want to fight my fellow monsters…”

He knew, now. If he stayed with the brothers, he would be forced to. And they would fight for him, if he asked, he was sure, but-- it wasn’t the act of doing the deed himself that was upsetting.

It was not stopping the murder of his brethren. Even when the murderers were his own comrades and friends.

He couldn’t reconcile that.

And so he would leave.

Dings frowned, “... So you’re going to turn yourself in or what?” He didn’t like that idea. --

Grillby shook his head.

“...try to find somewhere to hide out until it settles…. No sense chasing a deserter forever…”

He still didn’t look particularly happy, but… it was Grillby’s life. His decision. A part of him wanted to ask why the lives of those monsters even mattered when they were about to arrest them for doing something like saving his own brother from humans, but… Rage wasn’t Grillby’s brother. He was a friend. He didn’t understand. Eventually, Dings nodded. “Fine. When ya gonna tell Rage?” --

Grillby looked over at him, frowning a little. “...when he recovers a bit more…”

He didn’t want to send Rage into another angry fit like Gaster’s supposed-abandonment had.

This wasn’t an abandonment, he told himself. He was helping them as long as he could.

He just… couldn’t do any more than that.

After another moment Dings nodded. He wouldn’t say anything more about it. Grillby could do what he liked. --

Grillby nodded again and continued the rest of the evening in silence.

Dings would work on carving some of the runes into the wood of his brother’s prosthetic arms by firelight and only stop when he began to tire. Then he would lay down beside his brother and sleep. --

Rage slept through the night, exhausted from the fight, and without Vrinda’s cooking to pull him through, he was trying to recover through rest instead.

Even once morning came, he was slow to rouse.

He’d used far more energy than he had when he was a child overexerting himself.

Dings would help him eat more breakfast before starting off again, taking breaks throughout the day to write in his notebook or give Rage a little more food. He was mad at himself that Rage felt the need to use one of his blasters in his current state. It was because of him. He wouldn’t let it happen again. --

By the time they reached the next village, Rage would be… not quite back to what he’d been after a week of rest. But he was better.

Back to talking with his brother. The last night before the village, he managed to tell a story, if a very short one, half out of desperation to just stay awake a little longer and keep his brother close.

Grillby stayed more subdued the entire time, but dutifully watched over them, doing his best to ease the journey for them both.

Without his brother to talk to at least, Dings had managed to spend that time carving in the runes needed to get his new arms moving, just in time to find a metalworker and get the arms plated to protect them. He also considered getting some home-cooked food for Rage at the tavern. It would heal better than what they had been eating.

As they drew close to the village he was on alert, watching for any royal guards. --

There weren’t any royal guards about, but as they drew closer and into the village, there was a… tension, about.

A palpable one.

Monsters glancing at them and quickly looking away or hurrying off.

Apparently, a squad of royal guardsmen going missing in the woods hadn’t gone unnoticed in this village.

They’d arrived after the news.

… Well. No royal guards. Just frightened civilians, so far. Dings could deal with that. He headed for the local metalworker. --

The smithy was fairly in the middle of town, taking up a large portion of area near the local market.

One of the smiths looked up as they approached, slowing in their hammering and quietly dipping the piece they’d been working on in the water and wiping their hands, giving them his attention.

No hello. No greeting. Dings pulled off the wooden arms from his belt and set them down in front of the smith, voice echoing inside of his helmet. “I need these plated.” --

The smith looked down at the wooden arms and leaned forward to inspect them, turning them over, spying the runes, and keeping his face serious.

“...what kinda plate?”

Dings described what he wanted, light but sturdy metal to mostly protect the wood underneath. Just a cover around every digit and rune, something to give each finger and elbow movement but protect it from any grit, wear over time, or light attacks. --

“It’ll take two weeks to get it all right,” the smith said, and named his price.

Dings nodded, reached for his gold, counted out half the price, and handed it over without a word. … Two weeks in one spot after killing five royal guards. Hm. … He would get Rage a decent meal now rather than later. The longer they stayed inside the town the worse things would get, and he didn’t want to subject his brother to it when he was still recovering. --

The smith watched him go without a word, pocketing the gold, and taking up the arms to set them aside until he could begin work and discuss the strange customer with his fellows.

Rage looked up at him as best he could from his current position.

“...so. Two weeks.”

“Two weeks.” Dings repeated as he headed for the tavern. “You’re getting a decent meal sooner rather than later, just in case.” --

Rage snorted, but despite himself, he looked rather eager.

He hadn’t had anything but the rations for a very long time. He hadn’t even realized how much he missed tavern food until he could smell it from one of the ones they were passing.

Dings walked into the tavern still carrying his frail brother and sat him down at a table against a wall, nestled in a corner. Only one way to come at them. He waved over the barmaid before looking at his brother. “Get whatever you want. As much as you want.”

They probably wouldn’t be able to come back, so Rage would need to make it count. --

Rage gave a bark of a laugh. “Don’t tempt me, I’ll actually do it.”

God. Fuck.

Everything looked and smelled so good.

He leaned closer to his brother.

“You should probably order first. I’ll take a while.”

Dings only ordered one thing. A beer. Rations were enough for him. He didn’t need to heal. --

Rage snorted at him, but turned to the barmaid and…

Just….

Fuck.

He ordered enough for three skeletons.

Dings laughed, the sound echoing through his helmet. “You better fucking eat all that.” His beer, understandably, came first. He reached up and twisted one of the hinges of his helmet so the bottom pulled down rather than the front pulling up in order to still drink with it covering his head and face. --

Rage grinned at him and said, “You haven’t seen what I can pack away at this point.”

His magic reservoir was enormous from so long wielding his blasters. Enormous, and currently drained to the bottom.

He was eating the entire fucking meal. He was determined to.

“You look so weird, drinking like that,” he laughed.

“Rude.” Dings said, but grinned. “Eating around a bunch of loudmouthed soldiers I had to keep it covered somehow.” --

“Changes nothing,” Rage said, grinning back. “You still look like a reverse watering can.”

Dings scoffed, “You should be nicer to me, I’m the one who’s paying for that meal!”

“You should treat your big brother with more respect,” Rage shot back, grinning widely.

“Older.” Dings corrected, grinning. “I’m bigger now.”

He seemed to getting taller by the day. --

“Bullshit,” Rage said, scowling back.

“Little brothers are always little brothers.”

“Remind me to ask you for a piggyback once you’re better.” Dings smiled. --

“Sure, but you’re taking off that heavy armor,” Rage said, huffing back. “That’s hardly fair.”

“Fiiine.” Dings groaned before taking another drink. --

Rage huffed at him and relaxed, waiting for the food to arrive.

When it did Dings would take the utensils and feed his brother as best as he could, giving him a little taste of everything before settling into a routine of just sort of guessing what he wanted and letting him eat. “How do your arms feel?” He asked after awhile. “Once the metal plating is finished it’ll just be waiting until you feel like you can wear the prosthetics I made for you.” --

Sometimes Rage would steer Dings towards one dish or another, and there were several he was content to try to eat on his own, but overall, he let Dings feed him in whichever order ended up happening.

“They don’t hurt anymore,” He said, then paused. “...not like a real injury, anyway. ...Nevermind that, the point is, I think they’re pretty well healed. Now it’s just a matter of building back my strength.”

He nodded over the table of food.

Dings didn’t ask what he meant, but he did frown a little. “... Alright. When they’re done just let me know when you want to give them a go. I’ve already tested them out. They work fine.” --

He nodded.

“Probably as soon as we run away from this town,” he guessed.

They’d probably be running again.

Hopefully they wouldn’t be forced away or refused by the blacksmith before the arms were done.

Dings nodded. “... Think we should camp outside again and only come in for supplies? Hope maybe we can hide away until the arms are finished?” He wasn’t good at plans like this. --

Rage thought a moment.

“....camp out. Stay out of sight. Get all our supplies now, if we can. Two weeks from now, we send Grillby in to pick up the arms and trail him out of sight to offer backup if he needs it.”

“Alright.” Dings said, not arguing or suggesting anything else. “... What do you want to do once we have your arms?” --

“What do you mean?” Rage asked, settling more comfortably now that he could feel the effects of the food.

“After we leave the village. When we have everything we need. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?” Dings asked. --

He looked down, thinking again, silent for a while.

“...I want to get strong again,” he said after a moment. “Then, I’m going to make them pay.”

Dings nodded after a moment and drank his beer. He didn’t need to know who. He didn’t care. He would do what his brother wanted and help him in whatever needed to be done. --

Rage managed to finish almost the entirety of his order. What was left was easy enough to pack up and carry.

He fell asleep halfway out to the camp, magic reserves finally filling to something that felt… an old sort of familiar.

Made it easier to relax.

Dings took the food that was left and carried Rage to the camp, far enough away that they were hidden. Grillby would get them supplies to last two weeks. Now it was just a matter of waiting. --

It was a long two weeks. A slow two weeks.

Rage recovered strength, much improved from the large meal made with care, rather than the ration packets. By the end of the first week, he was standing steadily on his own. By the second week, he was walking.

He couldn’t climb or run quite like he was used to, but he was well on his way to recovery.

When the two weeks were up, Dings handed Grillby the rest of the gold and told him again what he expected, metal plating covering the runes of his brother’s new arms. Then they would wait. --

Grillby went to the smiths, who seemed surprised to have… someone different picking up the arms than he expected.

He didn’t call the guard. Too confused and uncertain.

Grillby returned to their camp shortly after, arms tied securely on his back.

Dings took them and inspected the work, pleased. “Do you want to try them out?”

Rage looked over, sitting up slowly. “Yeah. Sure.”

He was… kind of unsure. But.

He wanted to hold his brother again. These would let him do that.

Dings walked over to him and began to fit them onto his stubs, looping the belted straps around his shoulders and chest to keep them up and making sure the fur-lined insoles where the remains of his arms would stay were comfortable. At first they felt like heavy, dead weight on his shoulders and chest, forcing what was of his arms down and into one position. He couldn’t hope to move them with the stubs of his arms. “Activate your magic like you normally would down your arms.” He instructed. --

He didn’t like the weight. Didn’t like the pull of them. His breath caught short before he activated his magic, jittery.

The runes underneath the metal lit up. It didn’t feel like any other magic Rage had ever used; purely for function rather than offense or defense. The weight of them didn’t strain his magic as much as it felt like it strained his body and after a moment he would be able to feel which rune was where. Just something about it told him ‘this is where you activate your thumb’, ‘this is how you turn your wrist’. The most uncomfortable part would be learning to move the remains of his arms with the prosthetics. --

His eyes widened a bit at… the strange, not-quite sensation of knowing where his limbs were, knowing where his fingers and thumbs were, without being able to feel them. For a long moment he sat back, just staring at his new arms, shocked and confused.

Then, slowly, he began to raise his left arm.

“....This is like having two elbows.”

Dings couldn’t stop himself from grinning like a madman as he watched. He laughed at his brother’s description. “You’ll have to get used to that, sorry.” --

He snorted and let the arm fall back down, grinning up at his brother.

“Yeah. Thanks, Dings.”

‘Thanks’ wasn’t quite the word he needed. But. But still.

“Get over here.”

That was better.

Dings smiled and moved a little closer. “Yeah?” --

Rage leaned forward as soon as Dings was close enough, lifting the two arms clumsily, and wrapping them around Ding’s back.

“I missed you.”

Dings’ eyes widened in surprise and he knelt beside his brother for a few moments before holding him back. “... I missed you too.” --

Grillby looked away, letting the brothers have their moment. Letting them embrace for the first time with Rage’s new arms.

He didn’t let go for a long time.

When he finally did pull away, he was smiling faintly, looking up at his younger brother.

“...we should probably go before the guard’s called on us again.”

“... Yeah.” Dings smiled. “... Do you want to keep them on?” --

He thought a bit, looking down at them.

“...I’ll try to keep them on, yeah. Get used to them.”

He looked a little sheepish.

“....it’s still sort of a weird feeling…”

Dings nodded and helped his brother to his feet, wanting to hold him up so he could get used to the feel of them hanging from his shoulders. “It’ll take awhile.” He knew all too well what it was like adjusting to new magic. --

Rage nodded, trying hard to not make a face.

“Yeah. I should… start now.”

It was how he’d always gotten better with magic.

Just keep doing it. Over and over. Until it was your own.

“Where to?”

Dings looked at Grillby for a moment, wondering if he was going to split with them not of keep on going for awhile. “... I guess the next town? Just keep getting used to your new arms. We should keep moving. Don’t let the guard catch us while you get your strength back up.” Their funds were dwindling, but at least now they had the gold he had stolen from the dead guards from earlier.

He nodded, “That sounds good.”

He turned in the proper direction, ready to go.

Grillby packed his things and made to follow.

He wouldn’t leave them yet. He’d said he’d wait until Rage had recovered.

He was still not nearly in his old health.

Off they went.

Dings would watch his brother closely, try and determine whether or not he was having any sort of discomfort with his new prosthetics, or any more discomfort than what would be assumed already. The wood was heavy, but that was something he would have to get used to. It needed to be heavy to withstand what he did with them. --

He tired quickly, despite his best efforts. The runes may have lightened it for him, but it was still a lot more weight than he was used to carrying around, and he moved slower for it.

Still, he didn’t complain, doing his best to walk alongside his brother and Grillby as if nothing were wrong.

He was determined to make it to the village without having to be carried all over.

Dings wouldn’t offer to carry him, but he would suggest resting once his brother started to huff a little more than usual. Then during their lunch break he would hand his brother something large and easy to hold to eat, so he could attempt to feed himself for the first time in months. --

His hands were shaky, and it was hard to hold the food steady, much less bring it to his mouth without dropping it.

Sometimes some fingers would jerk without his knowing input. Sometimes one hand would be ahead of another. It would take a lot more practice before he would be able to hold something effortlessly or move without thinking hard about it, but--

But he was holding something. He was feeding himself fairly easily, compared to previous attempts.

He was grinning.

Dings smiled as he watched, eating his lunch beside his brother. Struggling or not, he was feeding himself. All three eyes were mostly focused on him as he ate his own food.

It was a happy moment.

His brother would gain control of his arms in the same way he gained control of his eye, through a lot of hard work and tons of effort.

He finished his meal after his brother did, but he’d finished it from start to stop on his own.

He took a moment to rest and savor this.

They didn’t really have a lot of time to spare, and he was still on the mend technically, but…

It was nice to have something definitively going right for once

Dings would let him rest for a little longer, only helping him up to keep on walking once he was sure he was good to move again. Having him walk on his own meant more breaks, but that was alright. It meant Rage was walking on his own. Building up his strength. He let his older brother set the pace. Let him direct where to go. He knew he wanted to make those pay who did this to him, but wasn’t sure how much he wanted to get his strength up before doing the deed.

They stopped staying in one place quite so much. They’d go in and get resources from town, but be moving again before anyone had a chance to alert the royal guard.

A few more weeks passed like that. Stopping at villages. Purchasing supplies, or having Grillby go in their stead. Rage slowly grew more and more accustomed to his prosthetics, using them more and more casually and becoming definitively more comfortable with them than without.

Finally, though.

Finally came a morning when he woke and realized he could summon a blaster and it wouldn’t crumble in front of him.

Dings would keep a close distance to his brother no matter where they were. Whether they were walking through the forest or in a town, he was always within an arm’s distance from Rage. His brother was beginning to get his loud, boisterous nature back and Dings was always the silent protector, stood beside or behind him looking like something straight out of a novel with dark eye lights and heavy armor. He was beginning to have to adjust some of it to account for his growing legs and arms. Now that he wasn’t spending so much magic on the battlefield he was playing catch-up with how tall he should have been. It seemed like every day Rage would have to look up a little bit higher.

When Rage summoned a blaster and it actually stayed, Dings grinned and made sure his brother knew just how excited he was for him. It was as big of a stepping stone forward as walking had been, or growing comfortable with his arms.

Rage took a moment to treat his blaster like he had when he was a child.

He let it rest in his arms. His new arms. Got used to its heft and weight again.

It had changed since he’d last really used it--it did that sometimes. Changed, just slightly.

It’d outgrown its more reptilian origins and become something more mulish, more horse-like on the front lines.

Now, the teeth had melded fully with the rest of the bone, sharpened. The muzzle more pointed and small horns protruding from the back.

He liked it.

It looked like it could bite.

“...I think I’m ready.”

#undertale #RP log #mayem #the gaster brothers #BOINK!#rage #dings #grillby #wartime

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krat395 · 7 years

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A “Humerus” Sleepover (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6 and the conclusion to this story. In the previous chapter, the terrifying stranger was revealed to be Gaster and he acted like a really nasty jerk to everyone in the room. But at the end of the chapter, it was revealed that the reason for acting the way he did was all just a prank to scare Sans. And he succeeded. ;) All Gaster has to do now is clear the air with Frisk, M.K., and Papyrus. :D After he's finished ticking Sans that is. ;P Undertale(c) Toby Fox.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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A “HUMERUS” SLEEPOVER

Chapter 6: M.K. Makes a New Friend

Sans: AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!

Frisk: (Oh… my… god!! I can’t believe it was all just a prank!! Way to go Gaster!!)

Frisk and M.K. were so relieved that they weren’t actually in trouble. The two of them of have never seen Gaster angry before and Frisk’s frown turned upside down really fast the moment she found out it was all just an act. And what a VERY convincing performance too! Gaster was WAY MORE intimidating than Undyne! Papyrus was so surprised that he fainted! Unknown to everyone, Gaster showed up much earlier (around the time Papyrus began helping the children tickle Sans) and hid from everyone before initiating his terrifying prank. He purposely let Sans get tickle tortured by Frisk, M.K., and Papyrus before stepping in. But he’s not going to tell Sans that!

Sans: WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHEHEHELL?!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Sans is completely shocked right now. He couldn’t believe that everything his father did was all just a prank. Gaster lifted him up in the air just so he could tickle him for thirty seconds. Gaster figured it should be short because scaring the hell out of him was his primary goal, and because Sans already got tickle tortured for an entire hour. Even though Gaster gave Sans a taste of his own medicine, he definitely knew that he went too far. He felt terribly guilty for including Frisk, M.K., and Papyrus in the prank, but he thought that Sans would’ve been able to tell if they were in on it and he wanted to make it as convincing as possible. He succeeded. The reason he yelled at Frisk, M.K., and Papyrus and acted like a heartless jerk to them was to see if Sans would stand up for them and prove how much he cares about them, to which he did. Gaster knew he could make Sans mad enough to attack him, giving him all the more reason to “punish” him. The crazy thing is, Gaster isn’t even mad at Sans for attacking him. He probably would’ve done the same thing if he was in Sans’s position. Everything fell into place very nicely, even better than what Gaster anticipated actually. Except for making M.K. cry that is.

Sans: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Gaster: You just got pranked Sans! Not so fun being on the receiving end of them is it? Papyrus told you that someone would get you back! *stops tickling Sans* You just didn’t think it was going to be me, did you?

Gaster then made the hands disappear and gently placed Sans back on the couch.

Sans: No, I didn’t! I gotta say, you really scared the living hell out of me! Last time I got that scared was six months ago when I thought Frisk died!

Frisk: *smiling* (Awwww! It warms my heart to hear how much you care about me Sans!)

Gaster: Well you can rest easy now Sans. It’s all over. I deeply apologize for everything I’ve done. Kids, I’m sorry I included you in the prank. I truly didn’t want to scare you like that. It’s just that Sans has the tendency of knowing if someone’s in on a prank.

Frisk: I understand Dr. Gaster. You just wanted to make it as convincing as possible.

Gaster: I knew you would Frisk. Now if the two of you don’t mind, there’s a frightened child sitting next to you that I’d like to speak with. But perhaps I should help Papyrus regain consciousness first.

Frisk: I can do that Dr. Gaster. This isn’t the first time Papyrus has fainted in front of me.

With Sans still in shock from the prank and Frisk reviving Papyrus, Gaster turned his attention over to M.K. Gaster felt so terrible that he made M.K. cry, so he took some time to comfort the young boy. M.K. isn’t well acquainted with Gaster like Asriel, Frisk, and Chara are and after tonight’s incident; Gaster is hoping he can change that. As Gaster moved towards M.K., the young boy curled up into a ball again because he was still in shock from everything that happened moments ago. M.K. still had tears running down his face, but they have drastically died down at this point.

Gaster: Hey, it’s alright young man. I’m very sorry I frightened you. Come here. It’s ok. *tearing up a little*

M.K.: *still scared*

Gaster: I understand that you’re still afraid young man. I know how scary I can be. I just want you to give me a chance to apologize.

Gaster then caressed the young boy’s head to comfort him while he was still in shock from the prank.

M.K.: *looks up at Gaster all teary-eyed after one minute*

Gaster: You know, Papyrus told me that you like hugs. Is it ok if I give you one?

M.K., who still has tears in his eyes, then sat up, nodded yes, and held his arms out for a hug. Gaster was so touched that M.K. wanted a hug from him and as the two of them hugged, Gaster gently caressed and patted M.K.’s back while continuously telling him that everything was ok. Before too long, Frisk managed to revive Papyrus.

Papyrus: *regains consciousness* What’s going on? Where am I? Oh hi Frisk. Have you seen my father around anywhere?

Frisk: *whispering* Papyrus, shh.

Papyrus: *sees Gaster hugging M.K. and whispers back* Oh sorry. I didn’t know. (There’s the dad I know and love!)

It took an additional two minutes of Gaster’s comforting to take full effect and when it did, M.K. felt much better and began smiling again.

Gaster: *smiling* Ah, there he is.

Gaster was so happy to see M.K. smiling again and he has an idea to keep him smiling.

Gaster: You know M.K., Papyrus also told me about something else you like.

M.K.: What would that be Dr. Gaster?

Gaster: Well, *tickles M.K.’s sides* he told me that you like being tickled!

M.K.: AHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!

Frisk and Papyrus: (Aww, how adorable!)

In an attempt to keep M.K. happy, Gaster tickled him for twenty seconds. Gaster is well aware that his bony fingers tickle more than human fingers, so he moved his fingers as lightly as possible. Papyrus and Frisk were also happy to see M.K. smiling and laughing again and M.K. isn’t smiling just because he’s being tickled; he’s also smiling because he is realizing how nice Gaster truly is.

M.K.: AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!

Gaster: And finished! *stops tickling M.K.* How did you like that young man?

M.K.: It was fun! Thanks Dr. Gaster! *hugs Gaster*

Gaster: *smiling* Oh, you’re hugging me now. Can’t argue with that. *hugs M.K. back*

M.K. is now one of the happiest kids Gaster has ever seen. After another hug, Gaster told M.K. that he thought it was brilliant how he used his tail to tickle Sans. M.K. was a bit surprised to hear Gaster say such a thing, but he’s just so happy that the nice man also believes that he should use his unique features to his advantage when it comes to tickling.

M.K.: Yo! Dr. Gaster, I have to ask. Why the heck was Sans laughing during the prank? You know, the part where you were being scary and all that.

Gaster then told M.K. the reason why Sans was laughing at that rather inappropriate time. Gaster told him that the wiggling motions from his shivering tail tickled Sans’ spine, to which the young boy responded…

M.K.: Say, that’s actually… kind of funny! *starts giggling*

Gaster: You know; it kind of is! Hahaha!

Papyrus: Nyeh heh heh!

Frisk: *giggling*

Sans: (Seriously guys?)

After comforting M.K., Gaster took some time to comfort Frisk too. Frisk wasn’t nearly as frightened as M.K. but it didn’t stop Gaster from giving her a hug and a brief tickle too.

Gaster: *in a playful manner* Now it’s your turn young lady. *tickles Frisk*

Frisk: *Gaster tickles her sides for twenty seconds* AHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!

Gaster: *stops tickling Frisk* Again, I really am sorry for scaring you kids.

Frisk: It’s perfectly fine Dr. Gaster. We know now that you just wanted to prank Sans. And you really got him good!

M.K.: More than good actually! He was downright terrified! And so was I!

Frisk: We all were! You’re a great actor Dr. Gaster!

Gaster: Aww thanks kids. Oh and don’t worry Papyrus, I didn’t forget about you.

Papyrus: …

Gaster: I’m sorry.

Papyrus: It’s ok Dad. I forgive you.

Gaster: I knew you would Papyrus. *with a smile on his face* Say, what’s this behind your (nonexistent) ear?

Papyrus: *excited smile*

Gaster: *pulls a lollipop out of nowhere* Why it’s a lollipop!

Papyrus: Wowie! Thanks Dad!

Gaster: *chuckling* You’re most welcome Papyrus. *pats Papyrus’s head*

Papyrus: Yay! I’m so glad everything’s back to normal again! This night turned out great after all!

Gaster then turned his attention over to Sans once again.

Gaster: Sans, are you alright?

Sans: Don’t worry, I’m fine. I just can’t believe you managed to prank me like that. I’m very surprised. I guess you could say that I’m…“Tickled pink.”

*Ba dum tss!*

Gaster, Frisk, and M.K.: *laughing*

Papyrus: Oh my god Sans! Even after being tickled into insanity and getting scared to death, you still have the nerve make those awful puns!

Frisk: Your brother is quite ticklish Papyrus! I guess you could say he’s really… “Sans”itive!

*Ba dum tss!*

Gaster, Sans, and M.K.: *harder laughing*

Papyrus: *trying REALLY HARD not to smile* Ugh! Not you too Frisk!

Sans: *chuckling* Nice one kid. You just made Pap smile.

Frisk: Is that true Papyrus?

Papyrus: Yes! But it was a pity smile! (It wasn’t a pity smile!)

Sans: Whatever you say bro.

Gaster: Come on Papyrus! Even you have to admit these puns are rather… “Rib tickling”!

*Ba dum tss!*

Sans, Frisk, and M.K.: *even harder laughing*

Papyrus: Not you too Dad! Ugh! I changed my mind! This is one of the worst nights ever!

M.K.: Papyrus, don’t be like that! Other than the part where I got scared out of my mind, I would say this night was rather… *points to Sans’s right humerus* “Humerus!”

*Ba dum tss!*

Gaster, Sans, and Frisk: *howling with laughter*

Sans: *still howling with laughter* Oh my god kid! That was so good! *continues laughing*

Papyrus: Ugh! I’m going to the basement! Feel free to come down and join me when you’re done being weird! *walks away and smiles when no one is looking*

Before the kids went downstairs to spend some time with Papyrus (and apologize to him for “being weird”), they wanted to talk to Gaster before he went back to his place. But before they did that, Sans wanted to speak with them momentarily.

Sans: Well kids, I gotta say. You REALLY got me good tonight with all that tickling. But know this… *in an intimidating tone* I. WILL. GET. REVENGE.

Frisk and M.K.: *a bit nervous*

Sans: *drops the intimidating act* And I’m not gonna tell when it’s coming either. It’s not going to be tonight though. I’m MUCH TOO EXHAUSTED to get revenge on you kids tonight. But keep in mind; it could be tomorrow, one week from now, or even a month from now. So you kids better watch yourself. *while smiling* Have a good sleep.

M.K.: *teasing Sans* Oh Sans, you always talk a big game. But Frisk and I both know that you won’t be too rough on us if you actually DO get revenge.

Frisk: *in a teasing tone* Yeah, you’ll take it easy on us because you LOVE us. *childish giggling* You LOVE us, and you know it.

Sans: *teasing Frisk* Don’t push it kid.

The kids then went to the kitchen to speak with Gaster before going downstairs. Gaster figured that Sans could use some alone time after that terrifying prank, so he decided to go to the kitchen in order to give his son some privacy.

Frisk: So Dr. Gaster, did you have fun with Asriel tonight?

Gaster: I sure did. That boy has a very creative mind.

M.K.: What do the two of you do together? If you don’t mind me asking that is.

Gaster: Asriel, Frisk, and Chara didn’t tell you?

M.K.: No they didn’t.

Gaster: Well I’ll tell you. We play role-playing games together.

Asriel and Gaster bond by playing tabletop role-playing games together and Gaster has a nice assortment of them too. With the monsters now living on the surface, it was only a matter of time until they discovered these types of games and both Asriel and Gaster enjoy them very much. Some may consider them nerds for liking these types of games, but they don’t care. :)

M.K.: Really? I gotta say; I’m kinda surprised. I never took you as someone who likes those types of things.

Gaster: Believe me; I’m just as surprised as you are. Have you ever played one of those games before young man?

M.K.: I haven’t. They sound cool, but I’ve never had a chance to actually play one of them.

Gaster: Well in that case, feel free to join me and Asriel some time. We could always use an extra player.

Frisk: They’re fun M.K.! I’ve actually played a few times with them myself, and so has Chara.

M.K.: I might just do that Dr. Gaster. Thank you.

Gaster: You’re welcome M.K. You’re a good kid. *rubs M.K.’s head* You deserve each and every friend you have, and I would be honored to be one of them.

M.K.: You wanna be friends with… me?

Gaster: Of course M.K., more than anything. You’re a good kid.

M.K.: Sometimes I don’t think I am.

Gaster: Now why on earth would you think something like that?

M.K.: Last week, I did something to Undyne that I’m not proud of and I think there’s a chance that she and Alphys won’t ever trust me again because of it. Last week, I…

Gaster: *politely interrupts M.K.* M.K., I don’t need to know what you did. Whatever it was, I’m positive that the three of you will manage to work things out. And who knows, it might be sooner than you think. You are one of the most well-mannered and kind-hearted individuals I’ve ever had the privilege to know. And anything you say or do, whether positive or negative, won’t ever make me think less of you.

M.K.: *hugs Gaster while tearing up* Thanks so much Dr. Gaster!

Gaster: *hugs M.K. back*

M.K.: That really means a lot coming from you!

Gaster: Well I mean it M.K. I know a good kid when I see one. That’s why Alphys built you those arms in the first place. She probably wouldn’t have done that for you if you were a bad kid. Think about that for a second.

M.K.: …Hey you’re right! I never thought of it like that!

Gaster: You see? You’ll earn back those girls’ trust. It’s just all a matter of time. And I have confidence that you will more than exceed their expectations.

Gaster and M.K. then shared a long hug.

Gaster: Now you kids have a good rest of the night. It’s was very nice seeing both of you again.

Frisk: Likewise Dr. Gaster. Good night.

Gaster: Good night Frisk.

M.K.: Good night… friend.

Gaster: *smiling* Good night M.K. *rubs M.K.’s head*

And with that, Frisk and M.K. made their way down to basement to spend some additional time with Papyrus before turning in for the night and Gaster spoke with Sans a little while longer before he took off. Frisk and M.K. will most likely be playing some games with Papyrus before going to bed.

Frisk: Hey Papyrus, M.K. and I are sorry for saying those “awful” puns earlier.

M.K.: Yeah, we’re sorry Papyrus.

Papyrus: It’s ok kids, I forgive you. Is Sans coming down soon?

M.K.: I’m not sure. Knowing him, he might have fallen asleep again.

Frisk: Either that or he’s talking to Dr. Gaster.

Papyrus: Well in that case, I better go check on him. Sans deserves to have fun too, even if he does make awful puns. I’ll carry him downstairs if I have to.

Frisk: Haha, ok Papyrus. See you in a few minutes.

Papyrus then went upstairs to check on Sans and say goodbye to his father. Since Frisk and M.K. already said goodbye and good night to Gaster, they decided to wait patiently for Papyrus to return, quite possibly with him carrying Sans in his arms.

Frisk: Well M.K., if Dr. Gaster’s words of wisdom didn’t convince you that you’re a good kid, I don’t know what will.

M.K.: *smiling* Don’t worry Frisk… I’m convinced.

THE END.

#undertale tickle #undertale tickling

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crimsonfantrash-blog · 7 years

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Don’t Forget - Sans x Gaster (Human AU)

Chapter Two - First Day on the Job

Monday had rolled around much sooner than anyone had anticipated. Much to Gaster's dismay, the weekend just wasn't long enough. He got to the lab much before his shift was supposed to start, out of lack of anything better to do. A cup of hot coffee on the corner of his desk, a mountain of paperwork and too much free time could drive a person to go to work at six in the morning when they didn't start until eight.

The door opened at seven forty-five, and Gaster turned his head to see his new assistant early for his first day. He frowned slightly. Early on the first day... Hm...

"Uh, hi." Sans said. His voice echoed through the room. "I'm a bit early. I hope there's no problem with that."

"No, not at all. I hadn't expected you to be early, but there isn't any issue with it." The Royal Scientist replied. "Come over here, we're going to talk about the expectations and rules."

Sans closed the door and walked over, standing beside his new boss' desk. "So, what do I do?"

"Your first task is to refill my coffee mug." The other replied. He tapped the mug with his index finger. "There's a coffee pot in the break room."

Sans frowned, but shook the expression. Wouldn't wanna get fired the first day, and fifteen minutes before he was even supposed to start, no less. "Got ya, boss. How do you like your coffee?"

"Three sugar, two cream." Gaster replied, wrapped up in his paperwork still. Sans took the mug by the handle, and like a good little go-for, went into the room labeled 'Break Room'. A few minutes later, Gaster had a cup of coffee on his desk again.

"There ya go." Sans said. Gaster looked up at him, and Sans just stared back.

"Three sugar, two cream?"

"Three sugar, two cream." Sans confirmed. "What do I do now, Doc?"

Gaster cringed internally at the broken English. "We're going to talk about a uniform."

"What the heck is a uniform?" Sans asked. Gaster wanted to hang himself.

"Specific clothes you have to wear for a job. Today, your street clothes are fine. It's the first day, and you are... Apparently misinformed about uniforms." Gaster explained. His assistant made a face of understanding. "The uniform is a straight colour button down shirt, a tie, black or khaki slacks, and dress shoes. Think you can manage to get things like that in your closet by next Monday?"

"What's the female uniform like?"

If ever there was a question that absolutely boggled Gaster's mind, that would be it. "... Several questions. Firstly; do you see anyone here who is female?"

"No. We're the only ones here." Sans replied.

"The janitor is a woman, but that's about it. She doesn't do the same job as us. Second question, why do you care about the female uniform?"

"Was just curious..." Sans muttered. Gaster internally facepalmed. Right... This guy was a piece of work.

"To answer your absolutely confusing question, if a woman were to work here, the uniform would probably be the same. Maybe minus the tie."

"What about a skirt-"

"Save all questions like that for after nine A.M, please, and thank you." He pointed to the desk in the corner of the room. "Please move that desk over here, Mr. Fontz."

"You can just call me Sans. Mr. Fontz is too formal." Sans replied.

"Move the desk, Mr. Fontz." Gaster repeated. Sans moved the desk closer, almost directly next to Gaster's.

"What now?" He asked.

"Sit."

Sans sat. "What now?"

"Keep doing that."

Sans frowned. "Is that all I'm gonna do all day?"

"Probably. That's mostly the job."

He frowned deeply. "Why am I getting paid to sit?"

"Asgore insisted I have someone around here to socialize with. I told him that I wasn't a very social person, but he didn't exactly listen." The scientist leaned back in his chair.

"Well, can we do science stuff?" Sans asked. Gaster was becoming very impatient.

"Later, Mr. Fontz." He answered.

An hour of silence passed before something made contact with the side of Gaster's head and landed on his desk. A paper airplane... He unfolded it. Written in red pen was the words 'i'm bored let's do something'. He glared at his assistant, who shrugged. Gaster crumpled the paper up, throwing it towards the trashcan, it bouncing off the rim and rolling on the floor before Gaster fixed his glasses and went back to his work. "Psssst." He glared at Sans, his hair covering his annoyed expression. He glanced back at his work. "Psssssssst. Gaaaaster."

"Please be quiet so that I can concentrate, Mr. Fontz." Gaster said. Another paper airplane was thrown at him. He glared at his assistant again, making sure that Sans had seen his annoyance. "Please stop that so that I can concentrate."

Sans folded his arms, blowing his hair out of his face. Gaster unfolded the plane. Written in red pen was 'i wanna actually do stuff, dude'. "This isn't a very challenging job."

"You want challenging? Fine, I'll give you challenging. Make sure you don't have dull moment at all today." The scientist stood, and returned a few moments later with... A cube. It had different colours on it. He mixed it up a bit before slamming it onto Sans' desk. "Solve that."

Sans picked the cube up. "The hell is this thing?"

"An intelligence test. Get all of the colours on the same side as the cubes with that colour. Match it."

"So, like, one side all red, one side all green-"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Gaster sat as his desk. Five minutes later, there was a tap on his shoulder. He looked over, eyes widening. "How-"

"Solved it." Sans interrupted. "That was easy. Gimme something challenging."

Gaster muttered under his breath. "I've had just about enough, Mr. Fontz." He said. "I don't think you're cut out for this."

"What? I solved the cube. Isn't that what you wanted?" Sans asked.

"You aren't very mature." Gaster replied. "If I really need to hire someone because of Asgore's insistence that I can't do this alone, despite having done it alone since I was sixteen years old, an assistant that could show a little decorum, and engage in intelligent conversation would be appreciated. You asked me about the female uniform, despite there being no females here, and then proceeded to throw paper airplanes at my head...!"

The Royal Scientist was turning red in the face, and Sans looked a bit hurt. "Alright, I'm sorry..." The smaller male replied. "I'm not used to... Doing nothing, and then getting paid. I've always had to work for it. I'm just kinda... Nervous, and a bit confused."

Gaster relaxed in his seat. Right, first day jitters... "Please, get me more coffee."

Sans stood from his seat and was back with a fresh cup of coffee within minutes. Gaster sipped. His assistant had remembered how he liked his coffee... Which wasn't much, but it showed that he retained memory pretty well. "Um... Could we do science stuff?"

Gaster put the mug down. "Yeah. Sure. Why the hell not? That's what we're getting paid to do."

~~~~~~~~~~

Punch out time, five P.M. The taller male had locked the doors after they'd exited the building, looking to his assistant. "You did... Okay work today. Less airplane crashes from now on, please."

Sans laughed a little. "Sure thing, Doc."

"Please, it's Gaster."

"Well, then, call me Sans."

Gaster paused. "Fine. Sans it is."

Sans grinned. "Could also call me The Legendary Fart Master."

"I am not calling you that." The Royal Scientist protested. "You're lucky I'm even calling you Sans. I don't do first names."

"Yeah, you do. You called the King 'Asgore' earlier. That's his first name." Sans said. Gaster flushed pink in embarrassment.

"I've personally known Asgore for about seven years, before his child was even born. We're on a first name basis. I have known you a few hours. It's different."

Sans pulled his phone out. "We should exchange phone numbers."

"Why on Earth should we do that?" Gaster asked.

"So you can know me for more hours without having a paper airplane thrown at ya."

Gaster stood there for a moment. It seemed his co-worker wanted to be friendly... "Okay. Sure." He pulled his phone out, they exchanged numbers, and then they both shoved their phones in their pockets.

"See ya tomorrow." Sans said.

"See you tomorrow."

~~~~~~~~~~

"Marco!" Sans yelled as he got in.

"Poooolooooo!!" Papyrus yelled back.

"Nerd's home!!" Sans heard Undyne yell. He mentally prepared himself for the hyper pre-teen and teen as they ran down the steps.

"Can we have money?" Papyrus asked. Wow, what a great question to walk in to. Not 'how was work, Sans,' or 'how are you Sans,'. 'Can we have money?'. Undyne knocked him on the head.

"That's not how it's done, Papyrus! He's more likely to give us money if he's in a good mood! Make him smile, then rob him!!"

Sans raised an eyebrow. This sure was interesting to watch. "Oh! Okay, Undyne!" Papyrus said. She facepalmed as he looked back up to Sans. "Brother, I love you lots! Can we have money?"

"What for, and how much?"

"Glow sticks, and twenty G." Papyrus replied. Sans pulled out his wallet.

"You are killing me, smalls. I bought you guys glow sticks last week." He handed Undyne the money as Papyrus hopped up and down.

"I love glow sticks almost as much as I love you, brother."

"We're gonna get 'em tomorrow, after Paps gets out of school." Undyne said. Sans had hung his hoodie up and kicked his slippers off.

"Fine by me." He plopped on the couch, leaning back. It wasn't a very comfortable couch... But it beat standing, or sitting on the floor.

His phone started ringing, and he picked up. "Hello?"

Silence on the other end for a moment. "I have called to confirm that this is the right number."

"Well, who were ya trying to call?" Sans asked.

"The Legendary Fart Master."

Sans blinked, and then smiled. "Yeah, this is him."

"Okay." Gaster said. "See you tomorrow at work, Sans."

"See ya, Gaster."

Click. The Royal Scientist stared at the screen for a few moments. Maybe Sans was the kind of person he could actually be friends with. Lord knows he didn't have many of those to begin with...

#sans #gaster #papyrus #undyne #sanster #gaster x sans #sans x gaster #undertale #undertail #humantale #human au

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thefirejournals · 7 years

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Light the Sky

My mind was elsewhere, lost in a book I had been pouring over the night before. It wasn’t the first time I’d read it, not even close. Honestly it was closer to the hundredth. My eyes traveled to the window, staring out at the snowstorm that had decided to blow in. Words floated into my head as I watched the snow swirl, words that out-aged even my father. I couldn’t be certain why it was this particular sonnet that had stuck so firmly in my mind, there was no reason for it. Nevertheless, I let it play through, staring at the snow all the while.

Devouring time, blunt thou the lion’s paws, And make the Earth devour her own sweet brood, Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws, And burn the phoenix in her blood.

Dark imagery to be sure, especially to those of monsterkind that shared such traits as those mentioned. It got lighter in the second half, which was normal for the fair youth sonnets. Unrequited love stood the tes-

A jolt.

Stumbling, but not falling, my hand moved to my chest, the soul underneath pounding rapidly, my lips parting as I froze where I stood, all pacing stopped for the moment. As if in a trance, I stared into my carpet as what I could only describe as a flood of memories assaulting me, pinning me where I stood.

Gaster. The name was familiar, it was my sons’ last name, I’d heard it and spoken it these past twenty odd years. The name was not a shock to me in the slightest. The given name before it, however, did shock me ever so slightly. But that was only because I had not spoken it or even thought it in two years.

Wingding.

Wingding Gaster.

The one my heart had chosen.

My hand lifted to my mouth, holding back a sob as I stumbled back, falling against the arm of the couch and letting myself sink against it and finally just allowing myself to sit, watching as images flashed through my head. A skeleton that looked remarkably like my sons. Because he was their father, their real father. I saw him in bandages after the war, asking me to explain what happened. I saw him reporting the old chef’s shortcomings to my father, comforting me after Yves had passed on.

Most frequently I saw him sitting across from me at the bar, a multitude of expressions on his face that changed with age ever so slightly as the decades rolled past. I watched us grow ever closer, slowly touch more and finally on one drunken night share a kiss.

Wingding - no, Dings, my Dings, my scientist, my shadow, my love. He was my love. And if these memories were correct, he knew that. Because I was his love as well. My hand remained over my mouth as a grin broke out underneath it, remembering that night fondly, the night we finally confessed our love to each other and decided to be together, to be a couple. The sheer elation that night had yet to be matched. I reveled in it, letting the delight simply take over, letting myself be lost to the memory of Wingding telling me he loved me, that he wanted to be with me. The kisses that night, sleeping with Wingding in my arms. As I could remember now, that wasn’t an unusual happenstance. He often fell asleep in my arms, beside me, on my shoulder.

The next few months we were still together… and yet… it seemed we were hardly ever in the same room. Most of the memories seemed to be of text messages gone unanswered, looking over the bar at an empty stool, heading home after close to a bed that only contained me and my thoughts. Suddenly it made a lot more sense as to why my coloring had been more red than orange for the past two years. My Dings and my - our - eldest son, Sans, had been working on a machine that had consumed all their waking hours. Dings was far more affected, his appearances at the diner became non-existent.

It was a few weeks after not seeing him that I finally gave in and forced myself through Waterfall and to the Royal Labs in search of not only my dearest one but also answers as to what was going on. What I’d received was a stressed out, malnourished skeleton who collapsed onto my living room floor and sobbed, kissed me desperately, and finally passed out in my embrace. I stared at the spot on the floor where he’d collapsed, soul aching at the memories and the emotions they contained. The next ones to come were no better. They were ones I already knew, but altered now to include me begging whatever powers there were in the world to not let me lose my Dings, my love. The one man I loved so dearly and deeply that it tore at my soul to know I had simply forgotten him for two entire years.

I felt more than heard the hiss under my eyes as tears broke, feeling that dreadful jolt all over again, feeling the confusion of the name Wingding echoing in my thoughts before it was lost forever.

No, not forever. Just until now. I remembered now, I know why my soul had been aching these past two years. I knew why it distressed me so horribly when Sans had spoken his father’s name, why I’d ended up on my floor clutching my chest and near tears. I knew who Wingding Gaster was, what he meant to me. What he meant to everyone.

I stood shakily, pressing hard into the arm of the couch to steady myself as best I could. I knew who my love was, I could find him, I could go to him, I could hold him and remind him just how much I adored him and needed him. I could fi - no. No I couldn’t. No one had seen Wingding after the accident. No one had known what happened to him. I had never gotten an answer out of the guard I’d questioned in the hospital.

No one in the entire Underground knew what had happened to my love.

I sank back down on the couch, settling my head in my hands and closing my eyes, processing this realization.

I couldn’t find Wingding. It was entirely possible he would be lost to me forever, and had been for these two years, without me knowing. Sighing slowly, I considered my options. I could simply continue on with the line of thought that my lost love was truly lost, or I could try to find answers. There was one person who had witnessed the accident, and he always answered when I called. Standing once more, this time more solidly and with only a little help from the arm of the couch, I made my way to the coat that I’d tossed over the back of the armchair and fished my phone out of the pocket. My son always answered when I called, but as the ringing continued and I finally got his pre-recorded voice asking me to leave a message, I realized that I hadn’t heard directly from him or Papyrus since the news of the barrier breaking. I obviously couldn’t leave a message, so I sighed and hung up before the beep sounded. At the very least, he’d see that I called. All I could do was sit here and wait.

Well, no… no that wasn’t entirely true. My soul picked up speed again as I realized a few more things. I hadn’t heard from my sons in roughly 24 hours. I’d instead been updated on their whereabouts by other monsters bringing news from the furthest reaches of Hotland. Last I knew, they’d been near the Palace before the barrier had been broken. I currently didn’t know where they were or even if they were alive. Putting a hand in my flames, I swallowed, trying not to think of the worst possibility. If they were. Gone. Someone would have come to find me. We didn’t know every monster in the Underground personally, but enough of them that I was confident in my assumptions. Someone would come and find me if my sons were hurt or worse. Taking a breath, I decided I could safely assume my sons were alive and well.

That only left one more soul to seek. If I could find out where Sans and Papyrus were, I would at least know if my love really was lost to me forever. I thought about heading to their house, but quickly dismissed the thought. If Sans, of all monsters, wasn’t answering his phone, then had either lost it or was in a deep enough sleep his ringtone couldn’t rouse him. It would be better to try Papyrus first, before I did anything else. My youngest son was notoriously bad about answering his phone, but he always at least texted back if he couldn’t talk. Picking up my phone once more, I quickly drafted a text to him, judging it was more likely to be answered.

[Pap, where are you boys? I’m at home if you need me. Q made me leave early.]

Writing that last sentence brought to mind the very reason Q had made me leave, and I paused in lingering confusion over that moment, wondering still what had happened. What had made my soul seemingly heal itself when I had pulled it out to examine it. The crack had been there for roughly two years now, since the… since the accident. It wasn’t a pleasant memory to dwell on, so I didn’t. I tried not to be the kind of person that looked a gift horse in the mouth, but it was difficult since this particular gift directly dealt with the very core of my being and my life. With a huff, I decided I could discuss it with Sans later. He was smart, and he’d worked in the labs around the soul research. It was likely he would be able to at least point me in the right direction.

There was indeed a response from my son and it only took a few minutes to come. Pap was generally more soft spoken and less aggressive in his texting, the absence of tone and body language almost made him sound like his brother.

[We’re at home, just resting. We’ll come visit you later, okay Uncle Grillby? We’re tired.]

I was instantly relieved with this response, and while I could have just gone over to their house anyways and no one would have minded, I decided it was best to simply let them be. It was rare that Papyrus said he was tired. So instead I simply told him to get some rest and to come find me afterwards. Stashing my phone back into my coat pocket, I sighed. What to do now? It was past closing, no need to be at the diner. The next four lines of the earlier sonnet floated back into my mind, and my eyes returned to the window and the snow.

Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets, And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets; But I forbid thee one more heinous crime: O, carve not with the hours my love's fair brow, Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen!

Take away anything in this world except for my love. The most basic explanation of this sonnet was that line, and now I realized why the entire sonnet was stuck in my head. My Wingding. Time had tried to take away my Dings. Two years of not knowing who he was, why my soul ached so desperately.

Him in thy course untainted do allow For beauty's pattern to succeeding men. Yet do thy worst, old Time! Despite thy wrong My love shall in my verse ever live young.

As long as I held Dings in my heart, he couldn’t be lost. As long as he was in my memories, he was alive. It didn’t matter where he was, if he even still lived. Dings was alive through my love for him. Of course I wanted him back, I wanted him physically in my diner, in my home, in my arms. The simple fact of the matter was that the chances looked and felt very slim.

You are slipping into cold logic again, Chaleureux. I sighed, nodding at the thought. That’s what I’d done when dad had died. Just gave myself over to cold, nearly unfeeling logic. It had been fine then, I had others to run things for me. Now there was no one else but me. I couldn’t let myself go back into that. Especially if my boys remembered their father now, as I did. I couldn’t become a cold, robotic bartender when my sons needed me to remain the father figure they’d always known.

If dings was indeed lost to us forever, as he seemed to be, I couldn’t leave my boys out in the cold by themselves, it didn’t matter if they were grown men already. I quickly scrubbed a hand through my flames once more and nodded to myself. As of the moment, I needed to operate under the assumption that Dings wasn’t coming back. The very idea of it, thinking about it, made my cracked old soul ache more harshly than I’d ever felt. But it was simply how it seemed to be. And I had to accept that.

Accepting that left me with far too much nervous energy to be sitting here reciting silent poetry to myself. I couldn’t just sit or even stand and pace, I need to do something productive, something worthwhile to burn off the nervousness in my flames and hopefully focus on a plan for either moving to the surface or staying underground. Depending on what Q and my sons’ plan was. I did indeed pace around my living room while running through these thoughts, until I gave up with a sigh and threw my coat back on, heading back out into the snow.

No matter what happened next, I still needed to take inventory.

#grillby #undertale fanfiction #that's shakespeare folks #it's shakespeare

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Wedding Day - 6S1M oneshot

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP The loud beeping of your alarm clock roused you from your deep slumber, your hand fumbling at the bedside table to turn it off. Cracking your bleary eyes open an inch, you checked the time. 6:30 am, the happiest day of your life. The second body that shared your large king sized bed stirred, magically sleeping through the alarm again despite being a light sleeper, and rolled over to face you, his appealing features on full view to you. "Good morning, Miss Y/N." "Good morning, Mast- Mr. Green" Even after serving the Gaster brothers for three years now, you still found your self saying Master instead of their preferred Mr, or just plain Yellow in Yellow's case. Old habits die hard, you guess. Sometimes you wondered if you could even kill some of the habits Blue, Papyrus, Black, Red, Orange and Sans drilled into you over your seven year service to them. Letting out a soft groan, you gave Mr. Green a small peck on the cheek before swinging your legs over the bed so you could grab your cotton soft dress that was the colour of the sky on a cloudless day and fell to just above you ankles with minimal frills, and your fluffy white apron, similar to the one you wore when serving under Sans. Gliding over to the Master bathroom, you turned on the marvelous modern shower and undressed out of your nightgown, hoping under the steaming rose sented water, taking a long, hot shower, knowing the brothers won't mind, especially concerning the occasion. Once out of the luxurious shower, you pulled on your cool lightweight dress and apron, slipped on the dainty white pair of flats with the little bow on the end that Master Papyrus helped you buy all those years ago and walked out of the bathroom and bedroom down to the rustic style kitchen of the cute country cottage your 'new' masters lived in. In the years that you had been working here, so much had changed, but so much stayed the same. For example, you had far less chores to do now than you did at the Skeletal Mansion, you only had to cook two meals a day and clean once and while, but not to often since the house was so small. Madly enough, most of your time was still spent pacifying your six former masters, via the internet or through letters Mr. Bird, the fastest mail service on earth now, carried back and forth. The six of them had more or less split up, Sans and Papyrus being the only ones left at the manor, living with Ms. Toriel, Mr. Asgore and their child, though you and Papyrus were due to go on tour around the country soon, doing your musical that the two of your wrote and starred in as the main characters, Dancing with Dreams. Orange was a world famous author, his first book turning into a full 7 book, soon to be 8, series, and you just happened to have the first edition copies of each one. Master Blue was a Magician for hire at kids birthday parties, loved by many children and parents as the Magnificent Blue, he even got to meet the Emperor of Russia and his pet, granted that the Emperor was Master Black and he used Red, the pet, to help kill millions of soldiers and then the former King, but hey, good for them. You hummed happily as you mindlessly started to make breakfast for the brothers and yourself, giving Princess, your fluffy white kitten, a scratch behind the ears once and a while. Cooking only took half an hour, but you still felt a twinge of satisfaction as you lay the three plates of simple bacon and toast with two cups of tea and a cup of coffee at the three seating at the little table. Yellow came out of the corridor just as you sat down at your place at the table, his eyelights still looking a little hazy, but any haze snapped out when he saw you sitting there. "what 'cha doing, sweetheart? thought you'd be with the King of Edge by now?" "My apologies, Yellow, but I wanted to make sure you got real food at least once today." Yellow grumbled a bit but sat down next to you anyway, taking a large bite of his toast and following it with a swing of coffee. The two of you ate in comfortable silence, the only noise was when Green came and sat down on your other side to eat his own breakfast. Most mornings where like this, but today was not going to be like most days. You where doing the dishes when you heard an loud, impatient honk come from the driveway. Giggling and shaking your head, you put down the tea towel you where using and called a goodbye to your masters, a little sad that you wouldn't see Green again until this evening. Running out of the house, you slid into the passager seat of the black convertible with flames on the side and shut the door next to you. The car smoothly slide out of the driveway, the driver not even looking at you till your where off the cobblestone driveway and onto the highway. "M.S Y/N." "Mast-... Black." The emperor smirked at your small mishap, making you pout, before he stared to talk about today's busy schedule as you sped past shops and homes. You just sat back and let Black talk, enjoying the feeling of finally being in his car. Nerves began to prick your belly as you pulled up outside a familiar mansion. This was it.

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Nerves wreaked your whole body and your heart was pounding as you stood outside the giant wooden doors. The only sound you could hear was the wedding march and the quiet chatter of the two figures in dresses, on short, one tall, behind you. You where about to turn around and thank them for the billionth time for being here for you, when the doors swung open, hundreds of faces turning to face where you where standing in the fluffy white wedding dress, shimmering in the sunlight, that your maid of honor picked out. Trust Black to have a good scene of style. Breathing deeply, you started to walk along the long red carpet of the church, only focusing on the small stage and the altar in front of you, the pitter patter of two other sets of steps behind you and the music was all drowned out. Standing to the back right of the alter was Black, dressed in a black and red tux, glaring at Purple and Indigo, Purple in a rich plum tux and Indigo in an ankle height light lavender dress, almost as if the Emperor was daring the two bridesmaids to fuck up. A little to left of the alter in the middle of the stage, was Red, dressed in a red and white suit, holding a white pillow with two gold rings on it, looking like he was both pleased and embarrassed to be up there as the ring boy. Green was up there too, standing to the front left of the altar in a black and white tux, his brother next to him in a black and gold suit as his best man. You finally reached the stage, taking a small step to get up there, you stood to the front right of the alter, opposite Green, your own best man, Orange, in a black and orange suit, stood behind you now that you where facing Green. You flashed a small smile at your two flower boys, Blue and your dear Papyrus, who where dressed in a pale blue dress and a pale orange dress that reached the floor. The monster behind the alter, dressed in a dark navy and white suit, cleared his throat, before his deep voice rang out across the hushed church. "we are gathered here today to witness two souls wishing to combine as one, in the holy matrimony of marriage." Sans read the words off the book on the alter, his eyelights occasionally shyly flittering up to meet yours once and a while when he was saying a bit he remembered. He asked your fiance to read his vows, Green making a startled noise before stuttering out his many vows. You smiled at him as he finished, never taking your gaze off his green cheekbones as your chanted your own vows. Finally, it was the moment of truth. "do you, gaster sans aster, choose to marry this woman, to care for her during sickness and heath, wealth and poverty, night and day?"

"I-I do!"

"and do you, y/n y/l/n, choose to marry this monster, to care for him during sickness and health, wealth and poverty, night and day?"

"I... I do!"

"than by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife. y-you may now kiss the bride." You flung yourself as Green, almost tipping him over as you lock him in a passionate kiss. He held you for what seem like eternity, the gross sobs and loud MWEHs and NYEHs from Blue and Papyruses direction made you break the kiss. Staring lovingly at Mr. Aster, you whispered "one moment" before he could sweep you off your feet. Turing to the alter where Sans was standing, dabbing his eyes with a tissue, you took your former masters hand and looked at him with a genuine smile, tears pricking the corners of your own eyes. "Thank you, Master Sans, for letting me be happy."

(IDK how weddings work so just go with it ok? Also, here is your Quote of the Day brought to you by Black: "When you can’t hit on the maid, go take over Russia" I’m sorry if that offended some people, it’s just a joke. Six Skeletons, One Maid belongs to @raccoonsinqueen)

#6S1M #oneshot #au

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HybridTale chapter 3

Hybridtale chapter 3

Frisk wanted to run up and hug her, to cry into her dress, he wanted to apologize to her for killing her, for betraying her trust and ending her life when all she was trying to do was keep him safe and protected. But frisk fought back the tears and feelings, he need to progress through the ruins and make it to the exit to continue if he wanted to finally safe Asriel and figure out how Fidel appeared in the underground and just why he had never seen him before.

Fidel could practically feel the kindness emanating off the female goat from in front of them, but he didn't get up from his stance on all fours.

"Ah, do not be afraid, my children. I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins". Toriel introduced.

"I'm Frisk, and this is Fidel". Frisk introduces.

"Nice to meet you Frisk, Fidel, I pass through this place everyday to see if anyone has fallen down". Toriel said with a smile. "You two are the first humans to have come here, in a long time". Toriel reveals, Having not seen Fidel's tail as he quickly hid it as not to let it be seen.

"Come! I will guide you two through the catacombs". Toriel says with a smile.

The two nod and follow her, but not before Both frisk and Fidel glanced back, and gives the newly appeared Flowey a glare, and a look of sorrow, which he returns with a glare of his own.

Frisk walked alongside Fidel as they followed Toriel through some ruins, they came to a room with some tiles that sunk down into the earth.

"Hey, Fidel." Whispered frisk.

Fidel looked at him. "Yeah, frisk?"

"So, back there with flowery...when you landed beside me I noticed you had a rather.....furry thing appear behind you." He said as he tried to not sound awkward.

Fidel's eyes widen before he looked to make sure Toriel wasn't paying attention. "Frisk...can we discuss this when we're alone."

Frisk frowned. "Why? I mean Toriel looks friendly enough, I'm sure she would understand if-"Â

"Can we please just drop it for now!" Fidel hissed his right eye flickering for a brief second. He took a deep breath his eye dimming. "Look it's a bit of a touchy subject, so pleas frisk......just drop it."

Frisk was taken back by Fidel's hostility, and knew right away that he had hit a sore spot. "Sorry." He said as he looked away. The two stayed in awkward silence the rest of the walk which went unitive do by Toriel.

"Welcome to your new home, Fidel and Frisk". Toriel says with a smile. "Allow me to educate you in the operations of the Ruins". She began, gesturing to the tiles.

They both nod, obviously listening.

"The Ruins are full of puzzles, Ancient fusions between diversions and doorkeys." Toriel explains. "One must solve them to move from room to room." She says while doing the puzzle, pressing the switches in a select order. "Please adjust yourself to the sight of them." She reminds, while they nod.

They went into a room with multiple switches. Fidel noticed that some were clearly labeled with a yellow marker.

"To make progress here, you will need to trigger several switches.". Toriel instructs. "Do not worry, I have labelled the ones that you need to flip." Toriel assures as she walks down the room.

Fidel walked to the labelled switch, sweatdropping a bit. He pulled it down and watched as Frisk pulled the other one.

"Excellent! I am proud of you two!" Toriel says, the two feeling a bit of pride.

They went into another room, seeing a test dummy.

"As humans living in the Underground, monsters may attack you. You will need to be prepared for this situation. However, worry not! The process is simple. When you encounter a monster, you will enter a FIGHT. While you are in a FIGHT, strike up a friendly conversation. Stall for time. I will come to resolve the conflict.". Toriel assures.

Fidel could understand that, stall for time and wait for her to settle it.

"Practice talking to the dummy". Toriel says, gesturing to the Dummy.

Frisk walked forward and coughed no matter how many times he did this it was still awkward. "Er...hi". He greeted the dummy.

"..."

Fidel cleared his throat. "How's life"?

"..."

"This is stupid." Muttered Fidel as he rubbed the back of his neck feeling like a fool for talking to a stuff dummy.

"Oh come one Fidel it's not so bad." Laughed frisk nervously as Fidel gave him a dull look.

The two sat in a bit of awkward silence.

"I think that is enough you too, you did good"! Toriel assures, knowing that it was a bit awkward for them.

They walked through the other room and walked down a path. "There is a puzzle in this room, I wonder if you can solve it"? Toriel wonders.

Suddenly, the two turned black and white as a FIGHT began. They looked and saw a frog in front of them.

"Wah"! Fidel exclaimed in shock, not expecting the frog, Frisk took on a stance, but not a fighting one.

"Er...hi". Frisk said, waving a bit.

The frog turned its head, looking at Frisk. Before it fired multiple pellets at them, the two dodging them, Fidel for some reason could feel his eye give off a brief glow.

The two avoided the attacks and looked at the frog again.

"Nice mark". Fidel compliments, seeing the mark on the frog.

The frog glanced at its chest, and looked away bashfully.

Suddenly, Toriel walked up and gave the frog a glare her crimson red eyes seem to be lit with an inner fire, causing it to run away.

The two sighed in relief as the FIGHT ended.

"Good job you two, you remembered my advice". Toriel praises. They arrived at a spike maze, Fidel and Frisk gulping.

"This is the puzzle, but...". Toriel hesitates, noticing their fright.

"Here, take my hand". Toriel says, holding her hand out. The two take her hand and watch nervously as they walked through the spike maze, Toriel leading them perfectly through.

"Puzzles like that seem a bit too dangerous for now". Toriel mutters.

"Agreed". Fidel agreed.

The three went into a long hallway.

"You have done excellently thus far, Fidel, Frisk. However... I have a difficult request to ask of you". Toriel began, worrying the two. "I would like you to walk to the end of the room by yourself". She says, before racing to the end, far outdoing the two.

"Hey! Wait"! Fidel says before following, Frisk on his heels.

Toriel had outran them quickly, and the two slowed down to a walk. As they walked something came to frisk mind, something he should had asked the few minutes after meeting Fidel. Love Okinawa at his fellow fallen child frisk gathers his determination and decided to ask him.

"Hey Fidel..." Frisk began, pulling Fidel's attention.

"Yeah Frisk"? Fidel asks.

"What Flowey said...kill or be killed...can you promise me you won't kill"? Frisk asked.

Fidel blinked. "What would make you think I would in the first place?" He asked raising an eyebrow at what frisk was trying to say, and thinking he should be offended by it.

Frisk waved his hands in front of his face. "N-no! I didn't mean it like that it's just." Frisk bit his lip truly he felt a little bad asking Fidel that question, but he knew that killing in the underground Â wouldn't only lead to making things worse, it would also lead to him having to face sans, and frisk deeply wished to never fave Sans and be judged again. Frisk held back a shudder remembering how many times he had died due to San's Gaster Blaster or bones or just because of the weight of his sins crawling down his back.

He didn't want Fidel to have to face that, let alone face down chara. That would be a nightmare just waiting to happen.

Fidel's laughed broke frisk from his thoughts. "I'm kidding frisk." The purple soul child said. "Of course! I promise". Fidel promises with a grin.

Frisk returned it with a smile, and the two reached the end of the hall, Toriel coming out from behind a pillar.

"Greetings you two, do not worry. I did not leave you two, I was behind this pillar the whole time". Toriel assures.

"Thank you for trusting me". Toriel thanks.

The two smiled at her, forgiving her.

"However, there was a important reason behind this exercise, to test your independence". She explained.

"Our Independence"? Fidel asks curiously.

"I must attend to some business, and you two must be alone for a while". She answers before pulling out a Cell Phone.

"Please remain here, its too dangerous to explore by yourselves, take this Cell Phone if you need anything". Toriel said, handing the Cell Phone to Frisk.

"I'm sorry Fidel, I do not have one for you". Toriel apologizes.

"It's fine, I can just use Frisk's". Fidel assures, looking over Frisk's shoulder.

"Very well, if you need anything, just call, be good alright"? Toriel said, before walking off.

Fidel turned to Frisk, who looked at him in return. "We're going to move aren't we"? Frisk asks.Â

Fidel smirked. "You know it". He answered, before the two started their trek through the Ruins.

#Undertale #AU

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Aphotictale - characters

Welcome Welcome one and all to the character list for the main character of Aphotictale, in this I’ll be covering the backstories and personalities of the...well...main characters. If you don’t want read all of this the last paragraph has basic information on everyone. Also, the second to last paragraph has the backstory of everything in this timeline, yes, this is an alternate timeline, not universe, and you can ask “what’s the difference?”, and the difference is that an alternate universe is on the same plane of existence, while an alternate timeline (what is about to be said is not scientifically true in any way so don’t come to me saying I’m a liar if you go telling people it’s true and then finding out it’s not) exist in the fourth dimension, where everything in the timeline exists in the third, but all the timelines live in the fourth together. Also, in this timeline monsters live an average lifespan of 5000 years, don’t speak English but rather speak “soul speak”, and they reproduce by taking a part of each partners soul and putting them together, which grows into a new soul. Their food is more air and liquid then solid, and they can even eat plasma. They don’t exactly sleep but rather have like a battery that lasts five days and needs to be charged for one with rest, but like a phone battery they can be chared whenever. Finally, they can live without their body, they do feel pain when they get hurt (except the undead) but even if their body dies, as long as their soul lives they can make a new body. Anyways, let’s begin.

We will start off with everyones favorite, sans. In this AT, sans is the son of Gaster, an abusive mad scientist who lost his mind at the death of his wife and beats sans and experiments on him. Lucida, who died in the great war is Sans's mother. He is a heavy alcolic who usually drinks 10 bottles of 75% Vodka before getting buzzed. He is also an apprentice to Gaster and a scientist himself, although no one ever gives him credit for his works. He has a human soul (which will be explained at the end) of Justice, and when killed, will turn into his...de"termination" mode, which was made accidently when Gaster was experimenting on him. He doesn't really love anyone but cares deeply about his brother Papyrus, technical son Napstablook, and Toriel. Sans looks the way he does due to his father, Gaster, injecting his magical dna into child sans in hope that he will become as smart as Gaster quickly, although while it did give him his wits, it also gave him some of his problems like addiction and carelessness. In general Sans is a careless hero. (Echotale sans is made by Yoralim on tumblr and gastertale sans is made by borurou on tumblr) Next we have Papyrus, sans's older brother and Gasters and Lucidas child. He is the golden child everyone loves and respects. He seems very unloving and rude to many, only thinking in equations and strategies. He is the royal strategist of the royal knights, planning attacks and giving orders. He secretly cares about Sans in a brotherly way, his father Gaster in a fatherly way (unless all you fontcest shippers want more, in which I can't stop ya) and he is in love with Mettaton. Him and Mettaton are lovers who secretly had a child named napstablook, but when the child was found they said the child was sans's. He has a soul of perseverance (again, will be explained at the end) and never gives up on his goals, doing anything to achieve them. (Gastertale papyrus is made by borurou on tumblr). In all Papyrus may seem cold and soulless, but deep down cares about many. Moving on we have Mettaton, star of the underground, mother of napstablook (yes in this Mettaton is a female) and Papyrus's lover. She publicly hates Sans for "rape" but in private is very sorry for pushing it onto him, telling Sans all the time of how sorry she is for having to lie, he eventually forgave her and accepted the role of being napstablooks father. She is very compassionate and caring, always willing to help everyone she meets and just wants to make the underground a better place. She has a soul of compassion (a pink soul is a soul of compassion) and in Omega form her soul is cracked. She was originally a ghost monster, but then Papyrus came along and made her a body to her liking, which is part of the reason she loves Papyrus. All in all she is a compassionate soul (pun intended) and cares for the whole underground like family. Now to the son of Papyrus and Mettaton, Napstablook. Napstablook is very shy but yet kind, putting others before himself. He admires who calls his father Sans and tries to live above Sans's expectations and do whatever it takes to make him happy. He goes to a high school with other monsters and tries to help them with there problems, but is usually bothered a lot and constantly has anxiety attacks due to him being the son of Mettaton. Mettaton tries to help him as much as possible, but usually has Sans or one of her employees babysit him. He feels alone and unloved a lot, but acts happy and cheerful, hoping to be like his mother when he grows up. He loves music and makes many songs of his own, usually romance and techno, the romance songs being about his crush Alphys. He has a soul of patience Alphys is a highschooler who is very intelligent and has a crush on Napstablook (sorry everyone but the Undyne x Alphys ship isn't cannon in this). She is short and chubby, usually wearing a t-shirt and skirt with round glasses. She is kind and helping with a sharp mind and straight A+'s, always being called the monster calculator (like someone calling someone else a human calculator for humans). She is very shy and has anxiety problems coming from years of bullying, one of her only friends being Napstablook, which is part of the reason why she loves him, another reason being that she has heard some of his romance songs secretly. She has a soul of integrity and thinks of Undyne as and older sister or mother since she is an orphan that lives with Undyne. The royal knight herself, Undyne. Undyne is a tough soul who isn't afraid of anything except herself and Gaster. She fights for the betterment of her kingdom and will stop anyone in her path. She loves action movies and her trusty katana termination. She has a small crush on asgore and thinks of alphys like a little sister, helping her be strong and teaching her how to fight when Alphys wants to learn. While she may teach Alphys, Alphys teaches her too about science and math, helping Undyne finally get her education. Undyne works for King Asgore and Gaster, although she doesn't trust Gaster due to his closed off nature and how his sons look so much like him and not their mother. She has a soul of determination. Asgore is the older brother of Toriel (yes they are siblings in this not married, when i first played undertale i thought they were siblings due to their resembling looks) and King of his side of the underground. He is a rough and evil person in battle but can be kind sometimes. He is tall and muscular with black hair and a black "goat T" (puns are awesome), a red stripe going through his sleek, pulled back oily hair. He has huge horns that circle around and point up and foward, wearing heavy armor and a red cape. His sister Toriel and him grew up fighting each other and lost their parents in the great war, they ended up growing up to hate each other and even splitting the kingdom in two. Asgore cares for Sans and Papyrus like they were his brothers and cares about Undyne like the sister he never had and always wanted. Asgore has a soul of Bravery, afraid of much but always standing up to his fears and laughing at them. He asked Gaster once to make a son for him so Gaster injected a bit of every soul type into an echo flower and Asgore named the flower asriel. Toriel is the queen of her kingdom and rules with a soul of Kindness. She always helps everyone she meets and always allows people into her kingdom, giving them hospitality and friendship. She is in love with Sans and has told him many times, although sans doesn't know whether he loves her or just thinks of her as a sister. She cares the most about her nephew Asriel, who is a flower made by Gaster and is Asgores son, she tries to help him with confidence although it's hard for him since he is so weak. She does not have her own army but has a peace treaty with Asgores kingdom. All in all she just wants to make the underground a better place for everyone. Asriel is a kind echo flower with a small soul consisting of every soul type and has the only white soul and because of it called a soul of life, made by Gaster because Asgore wanted a prince to his throne. Asriel tries to be normal and goes to school but gets made fun of a lot for being a flower and called a traitor. One of his only friends is napstablook, who he looks up to and tries to hang out with as much as possible. He tries to help everyone he meets but has a tendancy to lose control when people attack him or make fun of his family. He hates politics and violence and either fights or hides when anyone bring it up to him. Gaster is a malicious being with a soul pure black, discomfort. He is cunning and smart, easily manipulating people and hiding many dark secrets. He is the father of Sans and Papyrus and husband of Lucida. Before Lucidas death he was a nice man with a blue soul, but when his wife died his soul turned black and he began to hate everything, beating Sans day after day as he grew up. He soon became the royal scientist due to his amazing schematics for the new kingdom, and ever since has been helping the underground be a better place while secretly experimenting on people for science and his own sadistic pleasure. He hides his black soul in his skull and shows an artificial blue soul, making everyone think he has a blue soul. Now for the backstory. *cue undertale intro music* long ago many tribes and colonies lived in harmony, such as the dead (ex. Sans, mettaton), the atlantians (ex. Undyne), the goats (ex. Asgore) and many, many more. One day a new tribe was discovered called the humans. These colonies treated the humans with kindness and hospitaliaty but the humans were afraid of them so they started a war. The humans won and cast a spell using millions of human souls (because in this monsters and humans has the same soul types) that made it so nothing could ever leave the underground. Present day: 2772. Those who fall underground are said to never return, being eaten by the horrid monsters that ruled 2772 years ago. But you, a human wandered to the hole, whether it was stupidity, hate for humans, or who wanted only for death to come and take you, and fall into the underground...APHOTICTALE. Okay so now we got what happened before the great war and how you, the human protagonist, have fallen underground, let's talk about what happened to the monsters. The monsters first freaked out, war raging against themselves as all hell broke loose. But one day, the undead colony and the goat colony signed and peace treaty and ended the great war that strarted with the humans attacking. Soon a goverment and civilization was built and most of the "first generation" (ex. Gaster, lucida) had died off, leaving the prince Asgore and princess Toriel in power, at the same time Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and Mettaton had become adults, these were know as the "second generation". Soon a battle broke out between toriel and Asgore, causing the kingdom to be split in two and a peace treaty being made. After that mettaton had gotten a body and had napstaton, while alphys was born and then abandoned, Undyne finding her and taking her in. Alphys, Asriel, and Napstablook are known as the "third generation" and the ones who are in school right now. Sans: son of gaster and Lucida, brother of Papyrus, accused father of napstablook and alcoholicic scientist, soul of justice, 2nd generation Papyrus: son of Gaster and Lucida, brother of sans, royal stratigist, mettatons lover and real father of napstablook, soul of perserverence, 2nd generation Mettaton: mother of Napstablook, star of underground, soul of compassion, 2nd generation Napstablook: son of Mettaton and Papyrus, goes to highschool, musical sensation, has crush on Alphys, friends with Alphys and Asriel, soul of patience 3rd generation Alphys: adopted daughter/sister of Undyne, has crush on napstablook, anxiety problems, smart, soul of integrity, 3rd generation Undyne: royal knight, step mother/step sister of alphys, has minor crush on asgore, doesn't trust Gaster, super tough, soul of determination, 2nd generation Asgore: king of his kingdom, brother of Toriel, hard and tough on outside but is a bit of a softy, asriels father, soul of bravery, 2nd generation Toriel: queen of her kingdom, sweet, kind, helpful, Asgores sister, asriels aunt, soul of kindness, 2nd generation Asriel: son of Asgore, echo flower injected with a bit of every soul type, nephew of Toriel, friends with alphys and Napstablook, prince to kingdom, soul of life, 3rd generation Gaster: royal scientist, father of Sans and Papyrus, crazy, seems sane on outside, has artificial soul of integrity, wife died, soul of discomfort, 1st generation. Thank you so much to everyone who has read this far, this took me a couple of hours to write nonstop and I am very excited for this AT and I hope others are too, so please, tell your friends about this, write about this, even draw fan art about it! Just please credit me if you do, I've been working on this for a while and I want it to work out. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day, thank you for reading about Aphotictale.

#aphotictale #sans #papyrus #mettaton #napstablook #alphys #undyne #asgore #toriel #asriel #gaster #alternate timeline #undertale

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Edgeberry’s Second Chance - Ch. 21

Berry’s heat has been cured in the most unorthodox of ways. Now Edge and Berry are beginning to make their way home to their brother’s. But who should they run into on the way?

Edge awoke slowly, his boney body feeling heavy and warm. The mattress that was cradling his body was soft and firm, just enough that he didn’t sink into it. The blankets were thick, soft and warm. Edge felt fully refreshed after sleeping for once. That must have been the best sleep that he had since he and Berry had last shared a bed. Berry… he blinked his eyes open, trying to clear the blurriness of his vision. That had been a great dream, one that he had been yearning for so long to be true. To be able to take that sweet bundle of bones into his arms again, talk to him, kiss him, taste him and even make love to him. That’s a chance he would love to have again. He would give anything to have again. It was so cruel that he had to wake up eventually… What was he to expect though? The Captain of the Royal Guard was a busy skeleton, he had no time for laziness… that was a description of Cherry’s character.

As he rubbed his eye sockets he made a mental note to visit Cherry and Stretch, to see how far along they were in their little ‘Gaster project’. He knew that Cherry had said that they didn’t need any extra help but, as much as he hated to admit it, he missed his brother and wanted him home. He needed to make sure that the Weedbag didn’t pull any shinagins while out of his view. Not that he had any real reason to be worried anyways. Stretch always looked after Cherry, Edge could count on him to. Cherry would never be hurt in the relationship. That much Edge was certain. But not that he would every say that to either of them. He needed to be the strong, aloof one, for both their sakes.

Shifting slightly in the bed, he felt a much lighter body move on top of him. Edge paused, finally taking in the room. This wasn’t his bedroom he realized with a slight start. He wasn’t in his race-car bed, nor were his action figures set up on a shelf. He had never seen this room before. To make matters worse, he realized he was completely nude – even his beloved scarf was neatly hanging on a chair. Well at least he was able to take care of that. He didn’t lose or damage it this time, looking at the remains of the tattered edges.

Damnit. He must have gotten drunk in some shady ass bar and went home with some slut again. He thought he had gotten past this. He hadn’t done this since he started seeing Classic. Hadn’t he hurt enough monsters this way? And he still wanted Berry back. This was a fine way of demonstrating it. Groaning he looked down, craning his neck to see the body nestled on top of him, so he could best gage how he could dislodge them without waking them up and having that difficult conversation. “No I don’t want breakfast”; “no this means nothing to me”; “I’m not meeting your parents”; “do not call me – no I am not giving you my phone number”… those were one of the worse parts of these random hook ups.

He paused, taking in a small skull resting on his sternum. He felt his tongue form, only to go completely dry and his body start to tremble. Edge reached out with a shaky hand, and gently pushed the skull over, so the other side was resting on him. The body gave a small moan, but, thank Asgore, didn’t stir just yet. Edge stared at the ivy leaves tangling into a flowing pattern down the skull and neck, originating from a slightly purple bite mark on the vertebrae.

Berry… it wasn’t a dream?

Edge began to tremble so much that he was beginning to jostle the other skeleton. The eye sockets flickered open, two bright blue, if not slightly tired eye lights began to focus on him. Rubbing at the sleep remaining in his socket, Berry loosed a mighty yawn, showing off his two front fangs. “ngh…. Good morning Edgie… did you sleep well?” Edge couldn’t respond. Once completely awake, he could only stare as the previous days actions fully came back to him. Checking up on Cherry only to find Berry in heat. Taking Berry from his home and housing him in his special hiding place. The sex, well nothing could perfectly describe that. That had been absolutely wonderful. Them reclaiming one another, slowly and passionately, and the gods marking them as true soul mates.

It wasn’t just a perfect dream… It had been real this whole time.

“Edgie… are you ok?” asked Berry, rather worriedly. His eye lights roamed Edge’s body, looking for a flush or a scratch, anything that would explain the odd actions.

Edge’s light finally refocused on Berry, who was now concerned over his mate’s staring and quietness. Finally Edge smiled. Moving quickly he snatched Berry off his chest, pulled him closer, even enjoying the sudden squeak of surprise, and laying him in his arms on the mattress. “I’VE NEVER BEEN BETTER, BERRY,” he said truthfully, “I WAS JUST TOO BUSY ENJOYING THE MORNING VIEW.”

Berry flushed a little. “But you were trembling too. And didn’t respond when I was talking to you. Are you sure you’re ok?” he asked worriedly. Of course it was their first day of being mates and Edge starts acting weird. Just Berry’s luck.

Edge just gave a low chuckle. “I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD DREAM,” he finally admitted, “ANOTHER WAY THAT THE DEITIES COULD FUCK WITH MY EMOTIONS. BUT THIS,” he said, pulling Berry even tighter to him, kissing the bruised bite mark on his neck, “THIS IS EVEN BETTER THAN ANY DREAM.”

Berry wrapped his arms around Edge’s neck and sighed in contentment, nuzzling his skull into the little dips and curves of the bone. They stayed like that for a moment, each enjoying the feel of the other in their arms when a loud growl came from Berry’s non-existent stomach.

Berry flushed in embarrassment as Edge just chuckled a little. “WELL, THAT’S A GOOD SIGN. MEANS THAT FINALLY YOUR HEAT IS OVER AND ALL THIS CAN GO BACK TO NORMAL… LET’S GET OUT OF HERE.” He said, quickly giving a gentle clanking kiss to the bite mark on his neck and also to the top of his skull. “COME ON, I’M HUNGRY TOO.”

Quickly they dressed, Edge handing Berry his clothes from where he had put them when he had first arrived at the room. Now both fully dressed, Edge rolled up the sheet he had carried Berry in with and tucked it under his arm, picking Berry up with the other and throwing him over his shoulder before briskly walking out of the room, not bothering to look back. He knew that he hadn’t left anything in there. And, though he would never admit it, he was anxious to see Cherry again, and guessing that Berry would want to see the Weedbag as well. While closing the door, he resettled Berry so his tailbone was nestled into hand and the skull supported by his chest plate. He smirked at the sight of Berry being so small and helpless in his arms. Sure sometimes monsters here thought that Berry was much younger than he appeared but it made Edge feel strong and powerful, being able to carry and cradle his mate around in one arm. Berry looked adorable too, sinking into his arms, his big blue eyes staring up at him. So blue and deep he felt like he could dive in and swim in them… he couldn’t help himself. Pulling Berry up to his height he kissed him deeply, teeth meeting with a loud clank, tongue licking at that jaw and teeth, seeking entrance.

Berry gasped at the sudden kiss but closed his eyes and opened his mouth, summoning his own tongue. As their tongues fought for dominance, Berry suddenly readjusted himself. Surging upwards to grab Edge’s shoulder pads, he pulled himself up so he was higher than Edge’s mouth. Edge had tilted his face upward to re-establish contact when Berry attacked Edge’s mouth with a passion, causing him to moan in gratification and take a couple steps back, causing Edge to be the one pressed back against the wall as Berry sandwiched him against it, continuing to deepen the kiss and invade Edge’s mouth. When at last they broke apart, they heaved at the unneeded air, staring deep into the other’s eyes.

Berry let out an infectious giggle and pulled himself tight into Edge’s neck. “Edge…” he said, teasingly, “I didn’t know that you were so good at being a sub…”

Edge released a small, teasing growl. “ONLY FOR YOU. BUT IF YOU TELL ANYONE, AND I MEAN ANYBODY, I’LL HAVE YOU PINNED TO THE GROUND SO FAST YOUR HEAD WILL SPIN, AND THEN I’LL TICKLE YOU UNTIL YOU CRY, BEGGING DESPERATELY FOR MY MERCY.”

Berry shuddered at the very real threat. Edge knew how much he hated being tickled. “Deal.” He shakily squeaked out. Glancing around, he realized he didn’t recognize the hallway either. Covered by a thick red carpet, the walls painted with red-brown and golden stripes, it was nothing that he had ever seen in Underswap. “So Edge,” he began as his mate relocked the traditional door knob on their room, “where exactly are we?”

Edge readjusted the little skeleton in his arms. “WELL…” he started, “THERE REALLY IS NO REAL POLITE WAY OF PUTTING THIS. LET’S JUST SAY THAT WE ARE AT A MTT LOVE HOTEL.”

Berry looked up at him in horror. “A what?!” he screeched a little. A brothel? Those were the most disgusting hotels, if you can call them that, around. He was sure that Edge had higher standards than that. It was common knowledge that the rooms were not thoroughly washed after use of clients since there would be another soon right after. They were used for hookups and prostitutes and… Berry began to panic, thinking of just how many germs and bacteria that he and Edge had collected while there.

Edge quickly pulled Berry to him. “CALM DOWN.” He said, trying to get Berry to stop panicking. “THIS MAY BE ODD TO SAY,” he continued, “BUT THAT IS MY OWN PERSONAL ROOM.”

Freezing, Berry looked up at him, his irises freezing and becoming stone cold. That description didn’t help Berry in the slightest. “H-h-h-huh?” he stuttered, feeling his soul sink and his body freeze and tense. He had known that Edge hadn’t waited around, pining for him, his relationship with Comic alone was evidence of that enough, but a personal brothel room? That was a new low.

Would Edge truly be satisfied with only one lover? Berry had heard of both monsters and even people who had the ability to love more than one creature in a romantic way. Berry knew that he could never be like that. He was too greedy. He wanted to be someone’s one and only, wanted them to be the same. He couldn’t share. He just wasn’t made that way. But if Edge was… he couldn’t hold him back…

Not even a day into their new relationship and already he was doubting Edge’s feelings for him.

“NOT LIKE THAT.” Edge quickly said seeing the doubt and the calculations in Berry’s eye lights. “WHEN METTATON HEARD THAT YOU AND I HAD BROKEN UP HE HAD COME BY TO LET ME KNOW OF HIS ‘CONDOLENCES’ AND, CONVENIENTLY, DROP OFF A KEY TO HIS BRAND-NEW HOTEL. JUST IN CASE I NEEDED ‘SOME TIME AWAY’ FROM EVERYONE, OR IF I NEEDED SOMEONE TO TALK TO. I’VE NEVER USED THAT ROOM BEFORE.” He pulled Berry into his embrace again. “I’M HAPPY I GOT TO SPEND IT WITH YOU.” he said.

“But why here?” Berry asked. “Why not your room, or a regular hotel room? Surely that makes sense too.”

“BUT SEE, YOUR BOTHER AND MINE WOULD HAVE FOUND US THEN. AND I… I WASN’T READY TO BE FOUND WITH YOU.” He pulled a startled Berry close to him. “I KNEW HOW TO SAVE YOU AND I OWED IT TO YOU AND… AND… I AND I WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO DO IT.” He looked into Berry’s sockets. “FORGIVE ME. I KNOW IT WAS GREEDY BUT YOU ARE FAR TOO PRECIOUS FOR ME TO LEAVE TO CHANCE.”

Berry grabbed Edge’s skull. “Don’t apologize. I know that Stretch and Cherry weren’t any closer to finding a so-called cure, and I would have rather it been you than anyone else… I still loved you Edge, of course I still do. If I had to pick anyone, if I had the chance for it to be anyone in all the universes, I still needed it to be you.”

Edge pulled Berry close to him, and they began kissing each other desperately again. Teeth clanking, tongues tangling together as hands roamed over one another’s body. There was no battle for dominance, they were only seeking to give pleasure to the other. A slow, gentle teasing show to the other what they did to the other. The kiss had begun to pick up some heat to it, breath being released in little gasps and moans, when Berry’s stomach grumbled again, this time demanding food.

Laughing, Edge pulled back to look at his mate’s blushing blue face and slightly hazy sockets. How adorable…

“COME ON,” he said starting to walk down the dingy hallway, “LET’S GET YOU SOMETHING TO EAT FIRST, THEN WE’LL WORRY ABOUT THE OTHER IMPORTANT THINGS LATER ON.”

Berry nodded, attempting to hide his face in his bandana. Edge made his way quickly down the dark hallway, careful not to make excessive eye contact with any of the open doors, and ignoring any of the loud moans or even screams coming from the closed. Berry pressed closed to the captain of the Fell Guards, grabbing hold of his scarf. He was so uncomfortable with this entire, rather lewd situation. Between the smell of cigarette and other drugged smoke, the waste that was, well, rather biological in nature, and the voices, this entire situation made him uneasy. He didn’t even bother adding all the other monsters that they passed by. They would only add to his anxiety. Some sat on the bed, wearing little to no clothes, simply watching as Edge and him sped walked by their door. Others were hovering just outside the doorway to their rooms, attempting to lock eyes with them or attempt to say something, but Edge never gave them a chance.

Such was the way with these hotels. Finish with one prostitute, start on the next. They were especially useful for heat sessions, as ironic as that made this entire situation. When one monster got tired of the ‘procedure’, another was available to take their place.

One of these creatures, a rather ugly and scaly alligator monster in a much too small, too tight, lemon-coloured dress, just did not understand the ‘do not disturb’ vibe that Edge was giving off. Where the others shrank back or simply just watched the two of them leave, she had the guts to follow them for a bit, even going out of her way to meet Berry’s eyes.

After several tense moments, his beautiful blue irises accidently met yellow and, although he looked away quickly, the damage had been done. “Why, hello there sugar plum,” she cooed to him, her voice that overly fake, husky and low, “how about you come with good old Brenda and she’ll teach you the joys of being a man?”

If her first mistake was attempting to follow Edge, the second one was daring to speak to Berry, then her third and final mistake was, rather stupidly, reaching for Berry. Edge’s precious mate. Edge spun on his heeled boot and let out a loud, animalistic growl, and pulled Berry even closer to his shoulder. His eye lights blazed with red magic, lighting up the new marks on his skull while his mouth was turned down with an ugly snarl. Brenda covered her mouth and took two small steps back. “Knight Papyprus! I’m so sorry. I did not recognize you from behind. I had eye only for the little one on your shoulder…” she stammered, her eye wide and terrified.

“SORRY BRENDA, BUT WE HAVE NO NEED OF YOUR DISGUSTINGLY OVERUSED SERVICES TODAY. FUCK OFF AND RETURN TO YOUR ROOM, OR FACE THE MOST DIRE OF CONSEQUENCES.” Edge didn’t even pretend to be nice to the monster. She had disrespected him and his mate, she would pay for it. The prostitute immediately broke eye contact and looked to the floor, submitting to his harsh tone and threat, before she shrank back to her room with a small whimper. Berry didn’t even reprimand Edge on his behaviour. He just needed out of this hallway, out of this hotel, out, out, out…

Finally, finally they escaped from the dingy, disgusting hallway and were met with the overly bright lights of the foyer. Just as the hallway was dirty and cheap, this was clean, sparkling, and lavishly furnished and decorated, any empty space covered with memorabilia of Mettaton. What an odd contrast. Berry wondered if the front room was designed so it would entrance weak-willed monsters inside, trap them with false promises of pleasure and glamour.

It suited Mettaton perfectly.

Berry’s stomach let out a louder, more insistent growl at the first sign of fresh, delicious smells coming from the inside the lavish restaurant. Edge didn’t even hesitate. He walked right in. “I will taste everything you eat before you do, understand?” Edge asked of him as they sat down. Berry only nodded. He knew the game of Underfell and its lack of rules. Every dirty trick was fair game here. All for the price of power.

A frightened dog waiter immediately approached them as they settled down at a table. “Captain Papyrus!” he exclaimed, wringing his spotted paws worriedly, “It is so good to see you in our establishment. I am delighted to inform you that you are on Mettaton’s Guest of Honours list. As a sign of your top status with the company, we offer you… and your guest… this humble basket of bread. Please enjoy. I will back momentarily for your order.” The black and white spotted dog all but ran away from them. Eager to be away from that dangerous red aura.

Berry looked at the bread with some hesitation. “Isn’t bread a staple food item here?” he asked as Edge sniffed and gingerly tasted a bud. “At Swap or above in the Surface world they are usually used to whet the appetites. Cause them to eat more.” Berry gratefully took the stale bread from Edge and nibbled on it.

“USUALLY YES. BUT HERE WHERE SUCH FULFILLING AND NECESSARY FOOD IS POSSIBLY POISONED AND SCARCE, BEING GIVEN GOOD, FULFILLING FOOD IS A DIFFERENT SIGN OF POWER THAN WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME ACCUSTOMED OF ME DESCRIBING HERE IN UNDERFELL. IT IS NOT POWER FROM THE QUEST OF EXP OR LOVE. BUT IT IS POWER THAT COMES FROM THE RESPECT OF THE PEOPLE.” He took himself a piece of bread and bit into it. He chewed and swallowed carefully as considered his next words. “SO TO BE GIVEN CLEAN BREAD, WITHOUT THE FEAR OF IT BEING SOILED OR USED AS A WEAPON AGAINST YOU, IS QUITE THE HONOUR.”

Reaching across the table, he brushed the crumbs of the bread off Berry’s cheeks, the new mate markings again unblemished.

“But you tasted it before eating it…” Berry pointed out.

Edge grinned. “YES. BECAUSE KNOWING METTATON, HE’S HAS SOME SORT OF SCHEME PLANNED OUT FOR WHENEVER I DID ARRIVE AT HIS LOVE HOTEL.” Edge popped the last of his own bun into his jaw and swallowed. “I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT…”

“Papy Darling~” a familiar tin voice rang across the restaurant as if on cue. “I knew you would quit running eventually and would come to finally take me up on my glamourous offer…”

Four red, black and grey arms wrapped around the dark armour of the edgy skeleton. Soon, the all-too familiar face of the celebrity nuzzled against Edge’s boney cheek. “I’ve missed you Papy dear,” he said dreamily, “I just knew you would…” he stopped suddenly, his mechanical eyes focusing on the new, unfamiliar markings winding their way up Edge’s skull and down her vertebrae. When Mettaton looked across the table and saw his dreaded rival, his eyes clouded…

Especially when he noticed Berry’s own unique marks marring those once clean bones.

#edgeberry #us!sans #uf!papyrus #heat #uf!mettaton #love motel

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