#Seasontale story

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 6

I'm not super proud of this one... and it took forever to finally sit down and write it, but I hope you enjoy! There will be a poll at the end, so look for that as well. Here we go!

Masterpost

~o0o~

School was boring now. 

Summer couldn’t bring himself to pay attention in his education. There was no joy in learning anymore. There was no joy in… well, anything. He had lost all motivation and will to keep going. 

But he wasn’t sad either. 

He was confused, mostly. After the procedure yesterday, he didn’t even enjoy throwing the ball up for himself anymore. When the kids played without him at recess, he didn’t feel sad either. 

Every bit of emotion was gone. 

Although Summer wanted to hate it… he couldn’t bring himself to. 

He twirled one of his pens in his hand, watching it fly in different directions before the bell rang. Summer had never packed his bags so fast; and he planned to get out of there as soon as he could. 

“Summer,” Summer!Alphys inquired. “Could you come here real quick?” 

“Ooh Lemon is in trouble,” some of the kids laughed as they ran outside. 

Summer couldn’t even bring himself to care about what they said. 

“Hey, you had trouble paying attention in class today. Is everything alright?” The teacher asked, sitting at her desk and motioning for Summer to follow suit. 

Summer obeyed, but he had to adjust so the sun didn’t block his vision. “Yeup,” he nodded. “Everything is just dandy.” 

Summer!Alphys glanced at the desk, her fingers fidgeting with one another. Summer could tell she was worried. 

And he envied that. 

The way he saw her emotions, and the way they wrestled within her. He wanted that again. He wanted… He…

He couldn’t figure out what he wanted. He was tired, and sleep sounded amazing. It was one of the only ways to get rid of the nightmare that he lived in, but he couldn’t care enough to go and take a nap. 

He existed. That’s all he could bring himself to do. 

“You know that friend I was telling you about? Who wanted to play catch?” His teacher spoke gently. “He’s here, if you wish to play ball.” 

“Sure, that sounds fun,” Summer shrugged, smirking and digging through his backpack. He pulled out the red ball and squished it in his hands. 

It didn’t shine like it used to. 

“Honey,” Summer!Alphys’ gaze locked with the skeleton’s. “Do you… do you have anything at home that you would wish to bring if you were gone for a long time?” 

Summer looked away and stared at the red ball in his hands. “Nah, just this red ball.” 

“Okay,” She got up, brushing off her bright yellow skirt. “He’s outside.” 

Summer bounded toward the door, carrying his only toy in his hands. He opened the door and looked around. Most of who he saw were others in the school, but he saw someone who he didn’t recgonize before. His eyes squinted at the glorious light the figure held with him. 

He was a goat monster of some sorts. His horns blended in with the magnificent crown on his head that glimmered like the stars. HIs yellow eyes were dazzling, and they bore such kindness within them. 

Summer thought his cape was dope; its sleek white fabric on the outside completely sealed the night sky inside of the cape, that radiating hundreds of stars and galaxies within it. It changed whenever the creature moved. The only way Summer could compare it to was seeing the sun and stars in the middle of space. 

The rest of his clothes were made up of the silky white fabric, with dozens of gold accessories scattered across his body. Chains connected various parts of his wear, and the two shoulder guards made his figure look broad and powerful. It was clear that he was older than most of the adults that Summer saw, but it came with a lot more wisdom. 

In his hand rested a long, shining weapon. It had three sides and a pointy thing down the middle. Summer recalled that it was a type of spear that the Asgore monster formed. As a matter of fact, he looked very much like an Asgore. 

But the skeleton couldn’t figure out what season he was from. 

“Hello young one,” his voice roared like a thousand lions, but was as gentle as the morning breeze. “You must be Summer Sans?” 

Summer nodded, his attention fully focused on the monster before him. 

“My name is Solstice,” he smiled, giving a soft bow. “Do you want to play catch?” 

The kid nodded some more, looking at the red ball and tossing it toward Solstice. 

Summer watched as Solstice’s eyes gleamed with delight as he caught the ball. The goat tossed it from hand to hand before tossing it back towards him. 

Summer faked a smile as he barely caught the ball. He’d never have a ball tossed back to him, so the angle he usually caught the ball didn’t help him. 

“Oh, I did not mean to throw it so hard,” Solstice sighed as he approached the half-fallen over child. “Here, mind if I take your hands?” 

“You’re… you’re not going to hurt me, right?” 

“Of course not,” Solstice shook his head before looking up at Alphys, who had come out of the building to watch. Summer watched as they communicated with no words, but he couldn’t figure out what they were saying. 

For the next hour, Solstice took the time to teach Summer how to catch and throw the ball better and more efficiently. Summer listened to every word and felt a glimmer of hope, despite is apathetic state. They tossed the ball back and forth; the only time they stopped was when Summer accidentally threw the ball into the twisted trees, which Solstice didn’t hesitate to get it out. They rotated a couple of times to keep playing in the shade, as the sun was unbearable in the afternoon. 

While they played, Summer finally had enough time to notice the large ocean not far from his school. He caught the ball and pointed towards it. “What’s that?” 

“That is the Tidal Sea, my boy,” Solstice smiled. “It contains beautiful waters and coves for miles under its surface. No one knows what’s on the other side.” 

“Can we go there?” Summer asked, curious. 

“Perhaps we could-” Solstice paused as Alphys motioned toward him. He sighed, kneeling down. His gaze had changed, and it unsettled Summer. 

Why did his mood change? Did I do something wrong? Summer began to worry. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you I’ll do better-” 

“Buddy, hey, hey,” Solstice smiled at him. “You did nothing wrong, I’m just really concerned for you.” Solstice took his hand and tilted Summer’s face to observe it. “Did Summer!Gaster do this to you?” 

“Y-Yeah,” Summer shuddered, remembering how it was done. “But it’s fine, I don’t want to talk about it-” 

“It’s clear you don’t want this to happen again to you, huh?” 

Summer stared at Solstice. How- How did he know? He thought, shaking his head in response. He would do anything to get away from his dad at this point. He remembered that he cared for his dad…

But that feeling wasn’t there anymore, just like the rest of them. All he wanted to do was avoid physical pain, but he couldn’t find the will to run away again. 

“I’m with the rebellion,” Solstice informed. “I save many people like you from your dad and others who are cruel like him. If you allow me to, I’ll make sure you’ll never have to go through an experiment like that again.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“There’s a place in the mountains that we hold as refuge, we hide there so we can plan our next action of justice, and restore the kingdoms to their former glory.” Solstice explained. “Life doesn’t have to be like this.” 

The sun started shining on Summer’s face, warming his bones. “That’s a lot of big words,” Summer smirked, thinking for a bit. Life doesn’t… it doesn’t have to be this way? 

“You will learn them all in due time,” Solstice reassured. “I plan to teach you a lot of things.” 

“We don’t have much time,” Alphys ran out from the school. “He’s coming, you must decide quickly.” 

Solstice locked eyes with the boy again. “This might be the only time I get to speak with you. I wish to help you. Come with me and I’ll keep you safe. If you don’t like it, you can come back. Help us restore SeasonTale to justice.” 

Summer could hear traces of his father’s footsteps. He recgonized them anywhere, for whenever he was near, bad things happened. He looked worriedly at the school door before grabbing onto Solstice’s sleeve. 

“Please,” he begged. “I don’t want to be in another experiment.” 

“Say no more, my boy,” Solstice hoisted Summer up on his back. “Hold on, we are going to get you out of here.” 

“He’ll look for me,” Summer shivered as Solstice booked it into the forest, the sun becoming brighter and brighter as they went. 

“Don’t worry, he- he won’t find us-” Solstice gasped between breaths. 

“Where can we go that he won’t?” 

There was a moment of interrupted silence before Solstice answered. He paused once he reached the ocean shore, whistling into the sky. He turned around and pointed inland. “You see those mountains way over there?”

Summer’s eyes widened, seeing the mountains he saw in his dreams. One covered with white shades and clouds that covered the sun. “Yeah?” 

The skeleton’s eyes widened even more when he saw a huge creature land from the sky, folding its wings in and snorting out a cloud of smoke. It’s head was similar to a gaster blaster, and his wings and structure were all bone, expect for the inside of its wings and belly, which shined like the night sky. 

“Is that a dragon?!” Summer gasped, bewildered that the creatures even existed. 

“Yes, and you can pet him later,” Solstice walked toward the dragon and hoisted himself onto it. “Those mountains, we will be going there.” 

Summer was too distracted by the dragon to pay attention, but one thing he did know, was that this was far more exciting than anything his dad did with him. 

As the dragon took off into the air, Summer gasped and held tight onto the dragon’s neck, looking down at the ground. Everything became smaller as clouds brushed against the child’s face. Summer could see the entire landscape of the known land, including all the other kingdoms he never got to see before. 

“Soon, all this land will be free from the Gaster’s hand,” Solstice explained as he steered the dragon towards the colder area of SeasonTale, up in the mountains. “And you can help rule it all.” 

“Really?!” Summer smiled as something jolted inside him. 

The goat smiled, sighing with relief. 

“I promise.”

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#seasontale #seasontale story #writing #chapter #utmv #undertale au #sans au #undertale #summer sans #summer alphys #summer gaster #solstice asgore #solstice dragon #WOAH IK THERE ARE DRAGONS #hehe #gosh there's so much here #and no motivation

[zu-is-here]

“Behind those stoic eyes was a man who wanted to care. Behind those bones was a gentle soul, making sure nothing would happen to you.”

[12/5] Happy birthday to Winter ☆

Winter!Sans from SeasonTale by @zelphin124

#zu art #winter!sans #seasontale #winterkingdom2023 #undertale #undertale au #utmv #birthday #they say ​northerners have warm hearts <3 #the latest story was really heartwarming heheh (〃ω〃) #long time no draw full pieces phew _(:3 」∠)_ #(​I wasn't sure how much clothing he'd taken off sooo) I took everything off down to his shirt ;D

[kuuuuro]

For you hehe

SLAMMING MY HEAD ON THE TABLE RN OHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD THANK YOU

Winter and Autumn have to be my favs in Seasontale omg I LOVE THE DESIGNS AND SETTING N EVERYTHING ITS SO GOOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I AM EATING SO WELL TODAY

#kuuuuroasks #fic stuff

[sussyxverse]

Hey !

Welcome to my UTAU side of my blog! This blog might have a lotta art of my Sans AU so, if you're interested, come hangout with me on my adventure building them. Maybe you'll get to know 'em better. I'm likely to ramble about them from time to time lol.

If not, well, that's chill. You can still hangout here and just scroll into this page.

QnA is open at all times if you've got some questions about anything really.

just don't be weird in uh.. negative way.

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I have 6 AUs that I'm working on and each of them have their own story. I have planned most of their designs, that way, I can focus on their stories more.

Here's the name of my AU's:

SeasonTale: Restored (ST:R)

SymbioteTale

DemonTale

EmoteTale

GlowTale

SplaTale

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Come check my main if u want!

#sushi talks

[punmasterbaku]

Update Post: 4 from 100 LETS GO!!✨🥹

We are almost there, folks, and it's been a crazy last few months. I hope once I get work and everything sorted, I will be posting more pieces. Just been busy for the start of the year. This years projects: - Seasontale Flowey Designs uploaded and completed [ Autumntale to go @zelphin124] - Scaled Justice Lore and Ref sheets [ Incomplete ] - Sans faces [2/6 complete] - Voice Acting / Story writing [ Undertale mostly Oneshots ] Any other previous project i have put on halt and tried to sum up the projects i am more interested into finishing. It means alot to see that yall enjoy my content and if there are any suggestions please put down in the comments. [KEEP IT PG PLZ]

#utmv #scaledjusticeau #fnaf au #fnaf security breach #undertale au #undertale #alternate universe #update #announcement #au lore #90 followers #writing requests #drawing requests #open requests

[yukiken1220]

seasontale(?)

It' already have seasontale there But I don't know what can I create My seasontale's story , places and clothes are different with them Should I keep going...?? just ask _(:3 」∠)_

#seasontale #my au #ahhhhhhhhhh #ask for help

[ahgeewhiz]

Seasontale/UnderSeason/KingdomTale??

I'M HAVING SO MANY CREATIVE JUICES LIKE ??? WHY CAN'T I HAVE THESE AT A TIME WHEN IT'S APPROPRIATE ;u; So I was also thinking of another AU !! This isn't the one I was talking about in a previous post, but I want to get it down before I forget Basically what's going on is that there are four kingdoms in the Underground that represent each of the four seasons. (Ex. Ruins is Autumn, Snowdin is Winter, Waterfall is Spring, and Hotland + the Capital is Summer) In these kingdoms, there are separate rulers. Toriel is Queen of the Fallen(Kingdom of Autumn) and she rules in the Ruins. Sans is King of Frost(Kingdom of Winter) and he rules in Snowdin. Undyne is Queen of the Water(Kingdom of Spring) and she rules in Waterfall. Lastly, Asgore is King of Gold(Kingdom of Summer) and he rules in Hotland and the Capital. Long story short, Autumn and Winter are allies while Spring and Summer are allies. The two sides are in a power struggle to ultimately rule over the Underground. The previous children who had fallen succumbed to the harsh heat of Summer. The eighth child who has fallen into the Underground could reunite the kingdoms and set everybody free. --- It hasn't really been fleshed out all that much yet, but that's the basic idea. :) It might honestly just be a design AU, but I kind of want to make it an actual lore-based AU haha Thanks for reading!

#alternate universe #undertale #undertale au #sans #toriel #asgore #undyne #i feel like this might just be a design based au #but lore is pretty cool too #:)

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Masterpost

Art and Design by PrinceTal

After being rescued from their traumatic lives, Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn were raised, trained, and nutured by Season!Toriel in solitude while Solstice!Asgore tried to resolve the upcoming war.

However, after Solstice is found dead, the war between the four kingdoms and their Gasters becomes inevitable. Will the Season Sanses overcome their pain and work together just in time to stop the war? Will they die amid the war, or will they discover the bigger force that drives the core of the war?

Main Story

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 (coming soon)

Other Links

Info Document

SeasonTale Creative Challenge

Character AIs

References

Design Masterpost

#utmv #undertale au #oc #oc stuff #seasontale #masterpost #winter sans #spring sans #summer sans #autumn sans #seasontale story

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 1

THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!!

TW: Contains slight gore and abuse

Masterpost

~o0o~

He was told to never go to the mountains.

They always captivated him. He would gaze in wonder at how they stretched up to the sky every day without fail. Their mineral chunks worked skillfully together to reach above the dark clouds. The snow that clothed them always made them look like angels and smell like elevation. He envied their strength to continue standing despite the winds that attempted to knock them down. They called to him as if something was there for him. 

Circumstances forbade him from venturing there. 

“Winter!” A voice boomed behind him. 

Winter shuddered. He would hate that voice for the rest of his life. He slowly turned to stare at the creature who attempted to raise him. He hated his father with everything in him, but he couldn’t do anything to fight him. 

He was afraid of his father. 

The creature loomed over him, his eyes dark, as usual. Unlike Winter’s round skull, his skull stretched upwards, and his snowflake eyes always pierced his soul. He wore a navy Eskimo jacket with black undertones. This creature had his way with the snow, as the fingers—on the dozens of hands he had that appeared and disappeared at command—were always covered in ice, and his head had many snowflake prints on it. He floated off the ground, often to where Winter could see his thin boots. Evil was written all over his face; it wasn’t hard for Winter to know his father was horrid. 

“Winter!Gaster,” Winter replied in the most stoic tone he could muster, refusing to show his anger towards his dad. He was never allowed to call his father ‘dad’ or the latter. It was always Winter!Gaster, or W!Gaster for short. Winter knelt on his knees, bowing to the king of the Winter Kingdom, enraged that he would never inherit the throne himself. 

“Did you take care of them?” His voice boomed in Winter’s head. W!Gaster’s eyes narrowed as he lifted his head and looked down at Winter!Sans. 

“Yes, sir, their bodies were buried successfully,” Winter did his best not to shiver while keeping eye contact. He hated killing people, but he had no choice. 

W!Gaster turned away. “Good,” he smiled wickedly. “I have a meeting today. I would like you to—” he paused. “No, you’re required to attend.” 

Winter rolled his eyes, shoving down his emotions once more. He didn’t want to sit with all the Gasters again. All of them reminded him too much of W!Gaster. He wondered if they would all be there. Summer!Gaster most likely would, the mad scientist—and ruler of the Summer Kingdom—never missed a moment to converse with his father. Spring!Gaster and Fall!Gaster would show up if they saw a need to. W!Gaster didn’t expect much from the slave master and thief anyway. 

He just hoped HE wouldn’t show up. 

“Are you coming, you waste of air?” W!Gaster barked, not turning toward his son.

Winter gazed at his hands, trying his best to remain still as the blood stained them. He couldn't afford to deal with his emotions now since he knew they would make him weak. Winter was aware that he fought to stay alive and follow orders. Orders that would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life. “Yes sir,” his stoic gaze locked on W!Gaster as he followed right behind him. 

“Look at what you’ve done!” 

“You’re a psychopath!” 

“How could you?! We trusted you!” 

“WINTER!” W!Gaster’s voice broke through the screams in his head as he slapped him across the face. “Pay attention, idiot!” 

Winter nodded apologetically, snapping back into the cruel reality he lived in. 

“You looked stupid during that entire meeting,” W!Gaster rolled his eyes. “Did you even hear what the others said about your potential?” 

Winter didn’t meet his eyes. “I did, sir.” 

“Well, what do you think?” 

Winter despised that particular question. W!Gaster seemed indifferent to his opinion. His father only seemed interested in knowing his plans through his son's words. Winter loathed the designs that the Gasters discussed for his future. They were dreadful, awful, and gruesome. They intended for him to become the most skilled assassin of those who dared to defy them in SeasonTale.

“I’m taking your silence as an agreement,” Winter wasn’t surprised by the Gaster's response. “Rest up; you’ll need your energy for tomorrow. You will be attempting to hunt down the rebels again.” 

Winter gave his salutations before he civilly ran up the stairs. Once out of sight, he booked it to his room and locked the door behind him. 

A soft wind blew the white curtains into his room. A large window before him was open, creaking from the storm's aftermath. The room was dusty, musky, and smelled of books and metal polish. The room had little to no light, causing an eerie feel to the area. A small pile of snow lay below the window and in front of the bed frame, an extravagant throne that Winter laid his head on every week or so if he could rest. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, and he couldn’t remember the last time he slept through the night. 

He placed his swords in the barrel next to the door before setting his notebooks that he wasn’t supposed to have on his desk. The picture of his father loomed over the desk with his big icy crown resting on his head. There was a slight tear in the photo, and behind it showed the rebel leaders. Winter never learned their names, but they looked like lovely leaders. They had fur like the Winter!Toriel and Winter!Asgore, but their outfits included all of the seasons. It reminded Winter how badly he wanted to visit the other seasonal kingdoms.

Tears started to flow from his eyes. He cursed and hit himself for it, but the sobs escaped his throat. Everything in his chest tightened as his head felt like it was about to explode. His hands shook as he went over to the snow below the window and rubbed his hands in them, desperately trying to get the blood off them. He rubbed his hands until the blood became wet again, trailing off his hands into the snow. The snow turned into a crimson-red liquid as it melted through the wooden floor. He stumbled back, his gaze disrupted by the water flowing from his eyes as he laughed between sobs. His hands were white bone again, giving him a brief moment of innocence from the lives he took earlier that day. 

He hated killing. He hated hearing the screams of innocent people rush through his head as he drove his knives through them. He didn’t understand why he had to kill them either. W!Gaster only told him that their incompetence to follow orders was punishable by death. He didn’t know what those big words meant, as he was never taught in school. He didn’t go to school at all, W!Gaster said he was too young to. His father suggested he could go to school when he was seven. 

He obeyed his father like a puppy would its master. He desperately wanted to be independent and for his father to be proud of him. However, he was never given the chance to prove his independence. W!Gaster watched everything that he did. What he read and wrote, who he interacted with, and how much he was outside. There was no life without W!Gaster, but the constant torment, abuse, and daunting tasks lit a firey anger towards him, and he wanted nothing more than to escape. 

But he didn’t know how. 

Winter Sans wiped his tears from his skull before he collapsed on the bed, using his forbidden magic to move his books into the desk drawer. He would have to return those tomorrow if he could find the time and if he could sneak out properly. Thankfully, Winter!Toriel—the librarian—understood his situation. She was the one who told him W!Gaster was evil and taught him how to read. Before her, Winter obeyed everything W!Gaster told him to do without remorse. She showed him what an evil person he was, and ever since then, he hated his father. She told him she had a surprise for him tomorrow. Winter promised to try his best to get to the library without getting caught. 

His tears had finally stopped. Winter felt his soul harden like ice as he stared at the cloudy sky. His ceiling was glass, which he didn’t like. He tried not to drown in self-pity. I have to do the dirty work… he thought. I don’t want to hurt people… I just want him to be proud of me. 

He debated over and over in his head what he wanted more: his father’s approval or to do the right thing. He didn’t want to question his father, as he had no idea what he would do without him. How could he survive in the big scary world without someone to look after him? And that doesn’t involve someone dying… 

His thoughts raced as the night endured. He figured he wouldn’t get much sleep. It would often hurt his head and affect his eyesight; he didn’t know how to tell W!Gaster that he was having vision problems when he got hit in the head or was slapped. He grunted, gripping his head. Why does my entire life involve him?! Why can’t I just be free? He broke into a fit of rageful sobs, pounding his bed. The screams started to come back again; if he fell asleep, they would become much more vivid. He got up and paced around his room quietly, clenching his head harder and harder until his vision blacked out. He fell onto the floor, unable to see anything. 

Visions of his father hurting him and Winter hurting others flashed through his mind, leaving him paralyzed on the ground. His body shook like he had hypothermia. He couldn’t move, nor did he want to move. Winter wanted the pain to be over, he wanted to be done with it all, and he hadn’t even reached his seventh birthday. 

I can’t take this anymore… Winter shuddered, curling up into a ball on the ground. I have to escape, I have to flee. I don’t want to kill or train to kill anymore… 

His vision slowly returned as the picture on his wall became less blurry; he fixated on the two goats. Somehow, they’re caring gaze gave him a glimmer of hope, hope for him and his future. 

For that brief moment, he felt at peace when he stared at the photo behind his father’s photo. He felt as if he was an innocent boy, able to be redeemed. He felt like he wasn’t so lost and broken that forgiveness was unimaginable for him. For a moment, he felt like a child, and he felt… happy.

Reality came back to him with a thud as a loud Gaster Blaster was shot downstairs. He reached for that feeling of hope, but it slipped right out of his fingers. His soul thumped in his chest as the screams returned as he wished once more that he could escape, and a single thought echoed through his mind. 

Am I ever going to heal?

#SeasonTale #SeasonTale Story #winter sans #winter gaster #W!Gaster #oc #utmv au #utmv #undertale au

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Prologue

It's finally here! For those of you who wanted more SeasonTale... I'm finally starting the story!

Here we go!

“This isn’t a good idea.” 

“And why do you think that?” 

“According to my calculations, the two princes will fight for power once they are older. This will lead to a division in your plan.” 

“Perhaps, but they are both my sons.” 

“Which alone is impossible. I don’t understand how you had two.” 

“Well, I did, and both seem equally worthy of becoming my assassin servant.” 

“One of them will rebel.” 

“If you’re so smart, tell me what to do with the other!” 

“You could give a child to the scientist.” 

A long moment of silence past between the conversers as a new creature joined their conversation. 

“I experiment on monsters, it wouldn’t be a good idea to give him to me.” 

“A prince should not be treated to such a pathetic life.” 

“Rude.” 

“But he doesn’t have to know that he was ever a prince.” 

“That’s impossible. Their eyes will show that they are related.” 

“Not if you changed them with magic.” 

The Gasters floated silently as they observed the third. They pondered what the stranger said. 

“Shouldn’t you keep them separated anyway? So they don’t find each other and rebel?” 

“We’ve already taken care of the other two children, surely they won’t find each other.” 

“It’d be devastating to our plan if they somehow did all meet.” 

“Exactly. So, change one of the other’s eyelids with magic and send him with the scientist. Your plan will be flawless with them never meeting each other.” 

“But the bond of brotherhood is so strong-” 

“Do as he says. Take the smaller one as your son. I wanted him less anyway.” 

“I am not a father. I conduct experiments, and I’m about to enter a new project with the spring kingdom’s Gaster by testing my subjects with magic!” 

“Who says the child can’t be one of the subjects?” 

A grin appeared on the scientist's face. He rubbed his hands together. “You, sir, are a smart lad.” 

“I try.” 

“My son will become a prince that everyone fears. He will become a heartless killer. I already see it in him.” 

“If he refuses?” 

“He doesn’t have a choice. I’m sure you’ll make sure of that?” 

“Of course. None of the children have a choice in what happens to them anyway.” 

“But if they find the rebellion?” 

The king snapped a deadly look at the scientist, his eyes lighting up. “Solstice will never find the children, let alone bring them together. I see no flaw in our plan.” 

“But-” 

“You dare question your leader? I’m sure he has the rebellion taken care of.” 

“Take the small Sans, I no longer need him. Make sure to keep him far away from the other kingdoms. And watch the other children from afar.” 

“Yes sire.” 

The scientist scooped up the former prince into his arms and darted off. 

“Do you believe that this plan will work?” 

“Indeed, old friend.” He smiled wickedly. “Soon, you will have four connected AUs ready for your command.”

The stranger floated and nodded silently, smiling to himself. 

“I look forward to it.” 

#undertale au #undertale #utmv #sans au #oc #oc stuff #seasontale #SeasonTale story #X!Gaster #W!Gaster #S!Gaster #Oh boi here we go-

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 2

Alrighty! You guys wanted more SeasonTale, so here you go!

TW: Abuse, needles, fear

Masterpost

~o0o~

He was scared of his eyes. 

Summer stared in horror in the mirror, repeatedly tilting his head to the side. He often pulled on his skull to get a better view, but it didn’t help much. He couldn’t remember his previous eyes, which scared him the most. 

He stood in the bathroom alone with the door locked. It was a small white room with a toilet behind him and a sink in front of him. A silent fan twirled above him as he stood on his tippy toes to view the mirror. He would often jump to get a better look until he got enough momentum to sit on the counter, getting a better look at his new eyes. 

They were suns now. Small, bright yellow dots surrounded by scattered triangles. They complimented his yellow outfit and fit with his season, but he still wasn’t used to it. Heck, he wasn’t used to any of the changes on his body. 

Summer observed the sun indents his skull, the scars on his upper ribs toward his shoulders, and his sunset tongue. However, he couldn’t distract himself from his eyes. The modified orbs felt weird in his eye sockets as if they didn’t belong. 

He knew that they didn’t belong there. He didn’t want to change his eyes or any of his body to be altered, but he had no choice. 

The procedure was incredibly painful; no matter how many times Summer begged, Summer!Gaster refused to give him any relief. Summer would often be called into the lab for his dad to experiment with him. He was told it was for the ‘greater good’ or ‘gaining knowledge.’ The only knowledge he got was how painful the experiments were. The eye procedure had been the most scarring of them all. He had trouble seeing out of his eyes for a while and guessed it would take a bit to get used to the new bulbs. It was worth it if it meant his dad loved him, right? 

He had tried to run away once. After he came home from school with Summer!Alphys, he tried going to the ocean to avoid his dad. The fear of another procedure every week scarred him. However, when Summer!Gaster found him, he cried profusely, asking why he couldn’t do a simple thing to help his father out. The endless tears that ran down his dad’s cheeks overwhelmed him with guilt, and he never ran away from a procedure again. 

How strange, Summer thought at the time. He stopped crying so quickly after I said sorry… Maybe S!Gaster believed my apology. Summer didn’t think about it much. As long as his dad accepted him, it was fine. 

He didn’t feel like he was accepted at all. Despite not making many friends in school, his father was never home. The only times he saw him were before and after he was tortured. He wished his dad would play catch the ball with him on the field, but he was always too busy. Maybe if I help him with his studies… he could play ball with me! It would go faster for both of us! He smiled to himself, but it came as quickly as it faded. But… I don’t want that magic to hurt me again… 

Summer stared into his eyes once more. He wondered how many more alterations it would take for his dad to be happy with how Summer was. What kind of magic would he use next time? What would he change about Summer next time? Would he refuse to let Summer go again? 

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Summer flashbacked to the eye procedure as the horror flooded back into him. He turned around in fright, clenching his head as tears started to fall on his face. He hyperventilated as the vision faded, revealing who had touched him. 

S!Gaster seemed unphased by his reaction. “How do they feel? Can you see?” He asked quickly. 

Summer wiped away his tears and shoved his dad’s hand off his shoulder. He tried looking at S!Gaster’s long yellow robe. It was decorated with various sun colors and was in long, elegant swirls. Two blue gems were attached to the scientist’s shoulder. More gems were on his big shoes, but Summer could barely distinguish them. S!Gaster wore his water-droplet glasses and brushed some orange dust off his red and orange onesie. 

“I-I can s-see,” Summer lied; everything was so hazy he felt like he would faint. 

S!Gaster wrote something down in his journal before glancing back at him. “Don’t lock the bathroom door, please.” 

Summer lowered his head. “I-I’m sorry…” 

S!Gaster wrote down something again. “Are you afraid, Summer?” 

Summer nodded. He couldn’t pinpoint what he was afraid of exactly. All he knew was he felt afraid when his dad was around. To him, it didn’t make sense because he wanted his father to like him and catch a rubber ball with him. He told himself he could figure it out when he was a big kid. Summer!Alphys—his teacher—told him not to worry about it, as he was only seven. 

Or did she say that about the burnt pie? 

“Tsk tsk,” S!Gaster clicked his pen, shaking his head. “That won’t do… no no, that won’t do…” he turned around and headed for the door. 

Summer got off the counter and followed him. “D-Dad?” 

“What?” S!Gaster muttered, scribbling things down in his notebook. 

Summer gently tugged on his robe. “I got a new ball!” His face lit up momentarily. “Could we go play catch by the ocean today?” 

Summer’s heart dropped when S!Gaster tugged his robe from the boy’s hands and closed the door. “No,” he could hear his father outside of the bathroom. “Dad is busy today.” 

The monster kids quickly packed up their bags as the bell rang. Summer wasn’t in a rush like them. He didn’t want to go home today. I hope the ocean isn’t cold today… He sighed, putting the papers that he drew inside of his bag. One of them caught his eye. Huh… He stared at one of them; they had a big rock on them; Mrs. Alphys called them the ‘Winter Mountains.’ They looked very cool to him, and he wondered if they were real. He planned to ask his questions tomorrow, as they would be going over it again. 

S!Alphys erased the board and glanced back at Summer. She adjusted her glasses and set the eraser down, glancing at the only other one in the room. “Hey Summer,” she called his name sweetly. “Are you doing okay?” 

Summer shrugged, swinging the bag over his shoulder and walking towards the door. “Yes ma’am.” 

S!Alphys picked up her sunflower dress and waddled over to him. “Just wanted to make sure, you didn’t look up at all during the lesson today.” 

Summer glanced up at her without a word. “I’m sorry-” 

He would never forget the horror on her face. It was so surprising that it cut him off. S!Alphys bent down, barely able to formulate words. “Summer… what happened to your eyes?” 

“My dad needed me for an experiment,” he shrugged. “It’s okay, they don’t hurt anymore.” 

S!Alphys’ breath was shaky. She motioned for Summer to sit down on a desk nearby. Once he did, she took a few breaths. “And these… experiments… do they hurt…?” 

Summer nodded again. He felt an insane amount of guilt engulf him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset…” 

“No, Summer, it’s not you. Don’t worry,” S!Alphys spoke through watery eyes. She looked away from him for a moment. “What all has he done to you?” 

“I don’t know,” Summer sighed. “He does them every week. He’s said that he’s only helping me by removing stuff I don’t need, like my previous eyes, or whatever fert-fertility is…” He had trouble pronouncing the word. “Sometimes he adds things, like this sun print,” he pointed to the sun indent on his face. “It’s kinda cool, I guess…” 

His teacher nodded slowly. “I’m so sorry, Summer…” 

“Why are you sorry?” He asked curiously. “It makes my dad happy. I want him to be happy… maybe if he’s happy enough, he’ll come play ball with me one day.” 

“Does he not play with you?” 

“No,” Summer shrugged. “He’s too busy. I think he will one day though!” 

S!Alphys wiped away the tears forming in her eyes. “Honey… I don’t…” She paused. “Will some of the boys here play ball with you?” 

“No,” Summer shook his head. “They like hopscotch more. I don’t like hopscotch, it hurts my feet.” 

“Did your dad experiment on your feet too?” 

Summer nodded again. 

S!Alphys sighed. “What he’s doing to you isn’t okay. You know that, right?” 

Summer tilted his head. “It’s not?” 

“No,” she said. “It never will be…” She thought for a moment again. “How about this? You come to school tomorrow, and I’ll bring a friend who loves to play catch. How does that sound?” 

Summer’s eyes lit up. “Really? Yeah, I’d like that.” 

S!Alphys smiled. “Okay, I will make that call right now. Be careful when you’re home, okay?” 

“Will do, thank you Mrs. Alphys,” he replied as he hurried out the door. 

For the first time in a while, he felt happy. He couldn’t contain his smile. Oh boy! Someone is going to come play catch the ball with me tomorrow! I’ll have to bring my new ball! I hope they like the color red… 

Once his feet came in contact with the sand, Summer slid to a halt. S!Gaster stood there, waiting for him. None of the other kids were around. Already? Summer cowered under his backpack. But I just had a procedure… I don’t want another one. 

“Summer, let’s go home,” his dad ordered, offering his hand. 

Summer didn’t want to upset him. He grabbed his hand and felt a sting through his ribs as S!Gaster teleported them immediately to the lab room. 

Summer shrank back in fright, realizing where he was as his eyes slowly adjusted. “Dad, please, I don’t want to do another experiment. They hurt,” Summer begged, backing away. 

“Don’t disappoint me, my child,” S!Gaster salvaged through the drawers. He turned around and held the needle in his hand. It didn’t take him long to grab Summer’s arm and set him on the bed. “I am helping you. This is for the greater good.” 

“But-” 

“This experiment will be to your soul. It will neutralize your emotions. You don’t want to be afraid anymore, right?” 

Summer couldn’t control the waterfalls falling from his eyes. “N-No b-b-but-” he caught off as he felt a burning pain when his soul was brought up. He let out a cry of pain, trying to jerk away from the magical needle. He hated the magic, he didn’t want anything to do with it. His chest tightened as the pain got more severe. He wanted to flee, he wanted to run far away. He just wanted the pain to stop… 

“Hold still,” S!Gaster pinned him to the bed. “Close your eyes, it will only hurt for a little bit…”

#undertale au #utmv #sans au #undertale #oc #oc stuff #seasontale #summer sans #S!Gaster #Summer!Alphys #Seasontale #SeasonTale Story #chapter #writing

[zelphin124]

SeasonTale - Chapter 4

Let’s note that Autumn changes his name later in his story, but he is called Fall for his past. This change will be significant, and he wishes to be called Autumn. Calling him Fall is practically an insult.

(Then again, he takes a lot of things as an insult-)

Masterpost

Onto the story!

~o0o~

Everything was always dying. 

Mainly the trees, which Fall found interesting. They would only grow warm-colored leaves only to have them fall and die. No matter how often he raked, more leaves would always be on the ground. 

It was good for the soil, apparently. 

Fall was surrounded by trees glimmering red, orange, and yellow. He loved those colors. It gave him a sense of belonging. 

Unless the red was a darker shade of blood. 

Fall rested the rake against the tree, wiping his brow. His gaze wandered to the town. He could smell Fall!Grillby cooking the morning pies. Despite the rumors of war, everyone seemed to be at peace. 

At least, as much peace as they could be in. 

The Fall Kingdom was not full of friendly people. Everyone fought to survive. Everyone had to be tough; kill or be killed. Those who were nice were often slaughtered first. There weren’t enough supplies for anyone anyway, and peace was not an option. 

The sun hid amongst the distant mountains as its rays shot through the colorful trees. The smell of pumpkin, cinnamon, and apples flooded the air. There was a tint of smoke from the factories in a faraway land; Fall was never told what that land was called. 

Not like he cared, anyway. 

“How’s the raking going?” 

Fall turned around to see his dad. Fall!Gaster glanced at the ground and frowned. He adjusted his oversized hood and mask on his colorful jacket. He had a cocky smile and scars to scare people away. 

Fall copied his frown, realizing it looked like he got nothing done. “I-I can explain–” 

“Those darn leaves, eh?” Fall!Gaster chuckled. “Looks like they got the better of you.” 

“What? No, I made all those piles over there!” Fall pointed at the three piles more giant than him next to a circle of trees. “That took me all morning!” 

“Yet, it’s not enough,” Fall!Gaster bent his torso to meet Fall’s eyes. “You’re not going to let a tree be better at its job than you, are you?” 

“No–” 

“Didn’t think so.” 

Fall sighed, grunting at the leaves already adding to his piles. “Can you help me?” He asked. “It would get done faster…” 

“Me? Help you? Kid, raking leaves is your job. I provide a roof over your head, and I make sure you don’t die. That’s my job.” 

“But–” 

“If you care about me, you’ll continue to rake until you’re done. A good son wouldn’t ask his father to help him.” 

Fall clenched his jacket, trying not to show regret. “Yes, Dad, I’m sorry.” 

“I’ll maybe accept your apology,” Fall!Gaster altered his wrists, staring at the sun. “Well… I’m going to need you for another assignment tonight. Hurry up, you’re gonna borrow something from an old friend of mine.” 

Fall knew his dad never meant ‘borrow’ when he told him to grab something. He often associated the task with stealing but Fall!Gaster always denied that. It was simply people repaying him what he deserved, as he put it. Fall didn’t question the orders; he wanted to please his dad and not be a disappointment. 

He picked up the rake and started working again. When his dad wasn’t looking, he used magic to burn the leaves, making them disappear quickly. I wonder which house I’ll go into tonight, he asked. Hopefully, it isn’t creaky like the last one. 

“Do you understand the map?” 

Fall flipped the map around a few times before he found the house. “Yeah. What am I grabbing again?” 

“Think, Fall, I told you this already.” 

“Uhm… A key?” 

“Yes, it’ll be a large gray key that glows blue with its gem. I need this for a future mission I must complete myself,” Fall!Gaster stretched his bones back and forth, making sure he was still flexible. 

“Mkay,” Fall got up from the chair, rolling up the map and putting it in his pocket. “Do I get to use the knives this time?” 

“Yes, actually,” his father replied. He pulled back the curtain where the weapons were stored. Fall immediately spotted the knives that were made for him. They glimmered in the darkness and begged to be used again. 

Fall!Gaster picked up the knives and handed them to Fall. “The blades are sharp. Feel free to use them on anyone who gets in their way.” 

“Wouldn’t that… hurt them?” Fall asked, putting the knives in their holders around his belt. 

“That’s the point,” he confirmed. “I’m showing mercy to them by sending you. Honestly, they don’t deserve to live anymore.” 

Although he was used to his father saying such vile things, he never knew the reason why he hated the ones he stole from. “What did they do?” Fall asked. Maybe his dad was right in hating those who wronged him. 

“You’re too young to understand,” he shrugged. “Now go, I need that key as soon as possible.” 

Fall wandered in the dark alleyways of the Fall Kingdom. Most monsters would think the eerie environment would freak them out, but it brought Fall peace, as he was used to it. Anything calmer than the hostile vibes would scare him. 

He rolled across the street and snuck to the edge of the town, making sure the knives didn’t fall out of his pockets. The map wasn’t super clear on which house he was supposed to break into. Big cabin with a red roof… It was the only description of the house he had. Surely, it wouldn’t be super hard to spot—

Bingo. The large mansion with the red roof was a few hundred feet away from him. There was only one light on: the lamp out front. Smoke exited the chimney peacefully. The walls were made of round logs and cut-in windows. It truly was a beautiful house. 

Fall spotted one of the windows on the side was cracked open. Everything he was taught started to come into play. He didn’t have time to study language or math; his school was one of stealth, defense, and stealing. Fall!Gaster made it clear it would be dire to have these skills, and it was the right thing to do. 

Thankfully, the window wasn’t creaky. Fall rolled into the house with ease and started searching the drawers. 

However, the peaceful aura of the house filled Fall with fear. He felt no sense of danger or any threat nearby. The house was so quiet that one could hear a water droplet fall to the floor. The darkness wasn’t scary at all. The house was filled with an apple smell, and many family photos were across the walls. 

Fall tried to ignore everything around him as he moved swiftly through the house, opening drawer by drawer. He found nothing within the living area and the kitchen. However, when he entered the first bedroom, it stopped him dead in his tracks. 

A large picture hung on the farthest wall of a goat family. There was a mother, a father, and a young kid. They weren’t from the Fall Kingdom. In fact, they didn't seem to fit into any kingdom when Fall thought of all the seasons. They were bright like the stars and looked very powerful. 

But their smiles seemed so genuine in the photo. They seemed so happy; an emotion Fall had never felt. Fall figured they weren’t so happy now, with how the world spiraled downward. He thought he heard about a goat kid being slaughtered and the former King and Queen grieving their loss. Maybe this was the prince, Fall tilted his head. The prince who had died. Whose death had caused chaos in the world. 

The lights turned on. 

Fall spun around, grabbing his knives and facing the monster before him. His breath quickened, and his hands started to shake. No, they found me! No, no, no, no–

“Told you,” one of the goats said, smiling softly. 

Fall lowered his daggers. One of the goats he knew, Fall!Asgore. His red leafy cape hung from his sides as he adjusted his shirt. His horns were long and curly. He bowed his head respectfully before looking at the goat beside him. 

The second goat was the one Fall saw in the picture. His outfit was white and shined like the stars. He was tall and proud, and his body language showed his power. However, Fall found no fury in his eyes. He could only see kindness and patience, which the little Sans didn’t understand. 

“Thank you, Fall!Asgore. I promise you made the right choice,” the taller goat had a deep and soothing voice. 

Fall!Asgore cleared his throat. “How am I gonna deal with Fall!Gaster if he finds out? Surely, he will know I betrayed him. He will wonder where his son is.” 

“Let me deal with him,” the bigger goat responded. 

Fall!Asgore bowed low and exited the room. 

He started to curse in his head. My dad’s going to kill me… I failed the mission. Please don’t hurt me… Fall backed up as his soul pounded in fear. He held the knife in fear as a whimper escaped his throat. “G-Go away–” 

The white goat slowly sat on the ground, not breaking eye contact with Fall. His hands were open and gentle, gesturing for him to relax. “Fall!Sans, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” 

Fall held the dagger higher, shaking his head. 

“I’m serious, I mean you no harm,” he tried to reassure. “My name is Solstice, Solstice!Asgore.” 

“How the hell do you know my name?” 

“You’re pretty well-known as Fall!Gaster’s pet, child. You’ve been doing his evil deeds for all five years of your life.” 

When Solstice didn’t move from his spot and continued to talk to Fall slowly, he lowered his knife and took a step closer. He looked at him, then back at the photo. It’s the same person… 

“I want to help you, Fall,” Solstice continued. “I want to help all of you. I plan to free you and the other Sanses from their bondage. But I won’t force you.” 

“There are others like me?” Fall sat down in front of Solstice, looking up at him curiously. “Like, my same species?” 

“Yes, there are monsters like you. They correlate with the other seasons. Winter, Summer, Spring, you were supposed to meet each other, but others have ulterior motives…” The goat sighed, patting his fingers on his knees repeatedly. “Thanks to your friend, I’m able to be here with you today to rescue you.” 

A loud explosion sounded outside. Fall turned his head abruptly, worried. That means I need to hurry up… 

Solstice noticed it, too. “I don’t have much time,” his voice became a whisper and rushed. “This might be my only chance to rescue you from your father.” He extended his hand, concern in his eyes as he glanced toward the window once more. 

“Are you dumb? I need to prove to my dad I'm a good son!” Fall frowned, standing up. "I... need him to be proud of me."

“He’s manipulating you. There will be nothing that you can do to earn his approval. He will use you for evil, but I’m here to end that,” Solstice stood up, his hand still extended toward the kid. “I don’t want you to endure the pain you’ll face. I promise you will feel at peace and free when you come with me. I don’t have much to go by, but not enough time…” 

Fall watched as desperation filled the old goat’s eyes. He glanced behind Solstice, where Fall!Asgore was standing. 

“Trust him, kid. I do. Your father isn’t up to anything good. He will help you,” Fall!Asgore said. 

Fall heard the final explosion outside. He could return to his father and continue to try to earn his approval by obeying everything he said, only to be met with more tasks and disappointment. Deep down, he felt like his actions were wrong, and these kind strangers confirmed that. 

The goats didn’t attack him when he came in; unlike previous times, he’s broken into other places. They were kind and patient and showed no disappointment toward him. They looked like they wanted to help, and Fall believed them. 

“Okay,” Fall took Solstice’s hand. “Does this mean I don’t have to rake leaves anymore?” 

Solstice smiled, guiding Fall out of the bedroom and toward the back door. “No, you won’t have to rake leaves anymore.” He sighed in relief, yelling something to Fall!Asgore. “Thank you again, my faithful steed. Protect your house and your family!” 

Fall!Asgore nodded, smiling softly. “Thank you for rescuing him.” 

Solstice guided Fall out the door; his touch was gentle and reassuring. “Let’s get out of here toward your new life.”

#seasontale #utmv #undertale au #oc #fall sans #autumn sans #fall asgore #fall gaster #Solstice Asgore #Seasontale story #chapter #writing

[zu-is-here]

Commission for @zelphin124 ✧ Thank you a lot for supporting me! (๑>◡<๑)♡

Iro!Sans & Winter!Sans [SeasonTale] by zelphin124

#zu art #comic #zu commissions #iro!sans #winter!sans #seasontale #undertale #undertale au #utmv #hoo boi that was fun! \(//∇//)\ #it was an honor to illustrate a part of this story <3 #I'll be looking forward to more of them! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)☆

[zelphin124]

Idol Error meets Idol Fresh (Short Story)

Finally, the long awaited prize for @zucchiyeni, I am sooooo sorry it took so long to get to..

These short stories were the prizes of the honorable mentions in the SeasonTale Creative Challenge.

Whew, now, onto the story!

~o0o~

"That's like, totally unrad bro."

Error glanced down at his watch again. 5 minutes... they were five minutes over the meeting time they were supposed to speak with him, and it ticked him off.

Error was one of the most famous independent singers in the entire multiverse. He had rewards for his skills in rapping and voice tuning. Despite his inefficiency with technology, he produced some of the most captivating videos and VR experiences known to mankind. It was said he only had one producer, but to this day, no one could figure out who it was.

And the contractors wanted to hire him.

He told himself it was stupid. He knew that they would take his rights to his music if he agreed to their deal... yet the price tag wasn't something he couldn't refuse.

His producer seriously needed a raise.

"Dude, you can't fire me! I won't be the vibe anymore! The town's countin on me radical skills!"

Error rubbed his head, hearing the younger guy talk in the room with the contractor. All he could think about was how annoying his voice sounded. The way he talked, and the way he yelled... It was ticking him off even more.

He decided he wasn't going to wait any longer. He stood up, banging on the door to the office. "HuRrY Up," he hissed. "I d0n't g0T a11 d@y t0 wa1t f0r y0u."

The conversation stopped, and rapid footsteps were heard before the employer, wearing a bright smile, opened the door. "Error!" He smiled with glee. "So happy to have you here, just give me maybe 5 more minutes as I deal with this hobo mkay?"

"1 d0n't h@vE m0r3 t1m3," Error glitched, adjusting his outfit. "T1m3 1s m0n3y."

"But of course," the small skeleton shuddered. "Right, Fresh, I'm going to need you to leave. Unfortunately, we will not be renewing your contract and that's final."

"But lad," Fresh, a tall-appearing skeleton begged. "Tis is ma only source of income! I can't produce any more music unless you chill and let me have the rights to my own voice yo!"

Error grimaced in disgust at his rainbow outfit. He was a walking kid's toy, with trinkets on his outfit that made no sense and the style skill of a two-year-old. However, he didn't like the look of the contractor's outfit either... it was all black with a white undershirt. Very boring, in his opinion.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I could do."

"Wh@t d0 y0u m3an, yoU dOn'T hav3 th3 r1ghts t0 yoUr OwN v01c3?" Error gestured to the hobo, considering what he said earlier.

"Totally unfair, brah!" Fresh explained. "In the contract, they steal the rights to your voice, music, everything! They only pay a pretty penny until your rates drop because of their unrad standards!"

"Wait, no, that's not entirely true-" The contractor had a pleading look in his eyes, glancing at Error and grabbing the scruff of his sleeve.

Error immediately shot his hand out of his reach, looking at him in disgust. "N@h, that's BS r1GhT th3rE. I'1l c0nt1nuE t0 b3 ind3penDenT."

"But-" The contractor flattened his face with a defeated look. He glared at Fresh as Error walked out, but not out of earshot. "You just ruined our chance to make a big buck, prepared for your entire career to be ruined."

The scrape of a chair echoed through the hall. "Too bad you already did lad."

Error rubbed his head, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He really needed the extra cash, but with the terms he overheard and the reviews from other artists stuck in contracts with the company, he saw no benefit. Even the Star Sanses were stuck with them for six more years, unable to produce their own stuff. It made Error wonder if the instant fame was worth it for them.

Not like he experienced that desire. He had posted his music one day and it caught fire quickly, each of his videos going viral the moment it released.

Yet, nothing paid him enough to give his producer the raise she needed. Most of the money he made himself went back into his production and to pay his own bills.

"Yo broski, wait up!"

Error cringed, clenching his fists together as the footsteps behind him got louder. As if this hobo couldn't get any more annoying...

"Sorry about the lazy impression back there bud, I tots wasn't having the best convo of all time. But I know your music and I must say you're pretty rad and wanted to ask if you wanted to collab sometime." Fresh rambled, before stopping and taking a few big breaths.

Error glanced Fresh up and down... well, more up than anything. He raised an eyebrow and continued walking. I don't have time for this...

"C'mon broski!" Fresh bounded after him. "I won't let you down and I can add some sick beats to your vocals!"

"1 h@v3n't h3arD yOuR mus1c beFor3." Error glitched, adjusting his clothes once more. "YoU juSt g0t f1r3d, wHy shOulD 1?"

"Look look look," Fresh immediately pulled out his phone to search for examples of his music. Even Error was surprised at the rate he pulled it up while keeping up with his pace.

The song played fancy and radical tunes, ones that Error had never heard before. There were some parts he liked, but the main melody of most of them sucked in his opinion. Error then explained to Fresh the few parts he liked while everything else was trash.

Fresh did not seem disheartened in any way. "Thanks for the feedback broski, I will take it into account! I could lend you the sounds for a collab, just one brah."

Error scoffed, turning around to face the rainbow once more. "Tw0 w0RDs, m@ss1v3 mAk30v3r," Error gestured to his entire outfit. "Y0u'R3 n0t l0Ok1nG l1kE th@t 1n mY v1d30."

"Really brah?" Fresh frowned, unzipping part of his outfit to show the inside of it. "You think this is lame? It's better than the lazy hobo that you're wearing."

"Th1s 1s f@shi0n, thAT b3l0nGs 1n th3 DumPSt3r." Error fired back, getting more angry by the minute. He snarled and waved his hand in dismissal, walking towards his car.

He didn't see the devilish grin of a cunning idea wrap around the parasite's face. "Relax lad, why don't we let yo cute producer decide? The collab would be made by her anyway~"

Error stopped dead in his tracks, glitching in and out at the mention of his producer. There's no way this loser could have figured out who she was... right? The fact that he even talked like that about her fueled his fury. How disrespectful of him.

If it weren't for his popularity, Error would have strangled him on the spot. However, people were starting to look and point them out, as he was being recognized. Fresh knew this, he saw this... and he laughed about it. They both knew Fresh was taunting Error.

"I'll make it stop if ya wish to collab, broski," Fresh shrugged, rezipping his coat.

Subconsciously, Error pulled the strings from his eyes as they continued to glitch, showing his anger. "N3-3-3-v3r." He hissed, holding the strings around his fingers. "N0 0-0n3 wh0 diSr3sp3ctS m3 @nd m-m-my c-cr3w w0rkS w-w1th m3."

"Hope to see you on stage then broski, when you come crawling back to me!" Fresh bowed, the silver on his clothes blinding Error when the sun reflected off of it. "I'll personally be your rival. It'll be easier to get popular that way."

"D0n't f-forg3t a-a-ab0uT th@t s-stup1d c0ntr@ct y0u siGn3d." Error unlocked his car, seething.

"What they gonna do lad, fire me? I'm on my own," he gives a mocking salute to the rap star. "And I'll be the one to take over your career. Good luck broski..." his eyes turned a scary shade of purple. "You'll need it."

Error was incredibly puzzled by Fresh's behavior as he drove home. The only word he could use to describe it was childish, yet it still got under his nerves. Usually, threats don't bother him as they don't get very far. But this one... it was very unsettling.

The rap star would make his way home in silence before eating his favorite meal and collapsing in bed to sleep. Despite all the things he tried to do, Fresh stayed fresh in his mind, and he was unable to shake the feeling that something was about to go seriously wrong for him.

Little did he know what kind of battle for his career this rainbow hobo would bring... And the rivalry it started to this day.

Even then, his producer stayed loyal to him, and Error still made music as usual. Security was increased, and he was able to get his producer a raise due to the song rivalry with Fresh, despite never collabing. Error always thought Fresh's music was childish and inexperienced, especially when the song was putting him under the bus. He believed he had the real roasts when he finally put the song together to tick off the parasite back.

But after the song "Fresh to Rotten Fruit" was released, Error was unable to sleep. He pissed off the rainbow parasite... and the threat on his life and his producer's life was too serious to be ignored.

And Error couldn't fix it without ruining his career.

#idolverse #idol error #idol fresh #error sans #fresh sans #utmv #undertale au #sans au #seasontale creative challenge #short story #writing #Again sorry this took so long #I'm tired

[zelphin124]

Summer x YN Short Story

It's about time I feed the simps 👀.

Anyway, my short stories won't have any images until I can adequately draw. People don't like the use of AI, I guess.

Time to use your imaginations, you simps.

TW: SUGGESTIVE, PG-13

~o0o~

The ball wasn't as loud as you expected it to be.

In fact, one of the main reasons why you didn't want to come was the discomfort of a loud environment, along with the group of people that would constantly crowd you. Although you would suck it up until the end of the celebration, you couldn't say you enjoyed the mass amounts of people.

You weren't exactly sure what the event even was. Ink Sans had invited you and told you to wear something nice, as it involved people of royalty showing up. When you arrived, however, he was nowhere to be found. You figured he forgot about it... again.

As you stood by the snack section, you reopened the invitation. Apparently, this AU you were in was called SeasonTale. You'd never heard of it, and you didn't have much time to explore before being guided to a fancy palace near the beach. The AU in the doodle sphere seemed odd, too… instead of a single sheet of paper or one island… this AU had four papers overlapping each other, and the island version was expansive and had four sides to it. You wondered if that was due to the four seasons inhabiting one alternate universe.

You sat the glass of your favorite drink on the table before entering the crowd. Maybe Ink was somewhere in the mass of monsters, and you didn't see him. He was way shorter than everyone else anyway. You weaved through the crowd to spot a familiar scarf-

"Pardon me, dear~"

You knew that voice was directed at you. You spun around, looking for the source of the... very soothing and charming voice. You'd never heard someone speak so eloquently, which only grew your curiosity.

You spun around a few times, unable to find the source of the voice until he stepped forward. Immediately, you saw how tall, powerful, and proud this skeleton was. He wore a fancy yellow crown that signified status. His face had many yellow prints, including a star and a sun. You guessed that he usually wore a yellow outfit to compliment his sun-like eyes, but he was dressed in a beautiful royal blue garment that fell to his feet. His pants fell into his long white boots. His eyes were locked onto you, and his smile was always present on his face.

He looked like a king.

You greeted him with a bow and a few chosen words, unable to mutter anymore. Your favorite-colored outfit flew against your body gracefully as you paid your respect. Perhaps he was just a king of the Summer Kingdom, but you had a feeling it was much more than that.

"No need to bow, darling~" he shook his hand. "Being in your presence, the honor is mine."

You weren't sure how to reply to such a compliment as he took a few steps towards you. He towered over you and continued to smile as he looked down. Your face became flushed when you realized his ribs were showing.

"The music will start soon," he extended his hand toward you. "Allow me this dance?"

Although you couldn't dance very well, you figured denying a king to a dance would be rude. You took his hand gently, realizing your hand was small in his.

"Heh, your hand is adorable," he didn't hesitate to grasp your hand before pulling you closer to him. "And so are you~"

Your blush covered your face, and you could not react appropriately before the king swept you off your feet into a rhythmic dance. The only thing you could muster to do was to look up at him as he guided you across the marble floor.

You decided to concentrate on dancing. However, when this man was leading, it didn't seem so hard. In fact, you realized he was perfectly guiding you in each step, making your task very easy as the swaying music continued to gently play in the background.

The murmurs around you hushed quietly. You felt various people staring at you and the king before some of them decided to dance themselves. Despite your wandering attention, the king's gaze stayed transfixed on you.

"What's your name, doll?" His voice as smooth as butter rang through your ears. His smile had softened as his feet still moved gracefully.

You tell him your name with a couple of stutters. The butterflies in your stomach and the heat coming from your face did not help you speak clearly. You were so flustered by this monster's presence, your mind felt fuzzy. Did he put some sort of spell on you? Did someone put something in your drink earlier? Were there-

"What a lovely name for a glorious person," he soothed, his right hand pulling your waist closer to him before twirling you around. "You may call me Summer, skip the formalities."

The smirk that grew upon his face was accompanied by a small chuckle as he continued to observe you. It was obvious he found whatever noise came out of your mouth adorable. Normally, you would find someone staring at you this long to be uncomfortable. But this king, Summer, he was different. You wanted him to continue looking at you. You wanted him to stare, as if you were addicted to his gaze.

To say you felt attracted to him was an understatement.

Summer continued to ask questions about you, always putting in some sort of pet name like doll, darling, sweetheart, sunflower, sunshine, and many more. He constantly flirted with you. Although embarrassed, you didn't exactly want him to stop. He was giving you so much attention, almost too much. It was nice and something you hadn't experienced before.

"Has anyone told you that you're the most beautiful person in the room?" Summer cooed. "Cuz' you are, sunflower."

Finally, your brain was able to function. You asked him what he ruled over, hoping to change the subject.

"I rule over all of SeasonTale, darling~" he smiled as he slowed down, swaying more than dancing. "And you?"

You chuckled in embarrassment, as the only thing you really ruled over was your stuff animal collection.

The sun king laughed in amusement. "How adorable!" He glanced to the side before looking back at you.

You decided to interrupt him by asking him why he was paying so much attention to you. Although it wasn't a topic you would have brought up initially, due to the amount of flirting he did, you were curious.

"If it wasn't by my actions..." Summer paused, twirling his thumbs inside of your hand palms. "I've taken quite an interest in you."

You told him to drop the formalities.

"All of em?" He chuckled before his face got closer to your own. "You... you're stunning... you're stunningly beautiful... I've never seen anyone like you before," he whispered, his voice soft. His grip tightened around you, and his eyes were shining. "My dear, will you give me the honor of getting to know you? I can't let an opportunity like you go..."

The king of SeasonTale was enthralled with you and wanted to get to know you. You thought you were dreaming. You weren't going to let this go to waste. You accept his offer, asking him what he would like to do after the party.

"Oh, not tonight," he chuckled, his hand grazing your cheek as he sighed. "I have too many kingly things to do... What about tomorrow? I can take you to my favorite cafe... It'll be on me, I'm sure you'll love it, my little sunflower."

Your heart was pounding harder than you thought possible. Your face was so red, it was unbelievable. You barely were able to utter the word 'yes' before you hid your face in his chest.

The king chuckled and stroked your back gently. "You adorable little thing~" he smiled before pulling you away to look into your eyes. You would always remember his smirk.

"See you there, cutie~" he cooed, leaning closer to you until you felt a gentle kiss on your cheek. It was gentle, soft, and sent shivers down your spine.

Before you could process what was happening, Summer backed up, winked, twirled in his robe, and vanished from sight.

"There you are!" Your friend Ink came bounding toward you. "I was looking for you everywhere! Granted, I was thirty minutes late... but dang you're really good at hiding in the crowds!"

You couldn't even look in his direction as your own hand traced where Summer had kissed your cheek. You stared at where he disappeared. You were in awe of what had just happened.

He captivated you.

"Y/N?" Ink's eyes became question marks as he stepped in front of you, snapping you out of your gaze.

You greeted Ink before taking his hand to go find Error. Apparently, the artist wanted to annoy the destroyer 'for funsies' as he put it. You glance back at the spot where you last saw the king. You blushed as you saw a note on the floor that he knew he left you.

Cocoa Cafe, 1pm, CoffeeTale.

________________________________

Continue?

YES NO

#utmv #seasontale #summer sans #sans x reader #short story #sans x yn #summer sans x yn #writing #for you #simps #MWAHHAHAAHH

[zelphin124]

Winter x Y/N short story

As promised... Here it is.

Spoilers for SeasonTale!

Happy birthday my boy! (Dec 5th) I'm so proud to be your creator!

TW: Kidnapping, choking, threats, minor gore

I should probably stare this is Fanon.

Once again, images are used for visual purposes only and I do not claim them.

(I know I said I wouldn't use them again... but they do help a lot, and I'm looking into the whole AI art thing right now, please don't send asks about it.)

Here ya go, ya simps!

~o0o~

"They won't find us here!"

You were thrown through a portal, and your face landed in a pile of snow. You tumbled like a snowball until you just stopped. The cold wind nipped at your wounds, but you couldn't complain or cry.

They would kill you if you did.

Your kidnappers tumbled through the portal after you. Some of them started to shiver as the storm greeted them with open arms. They anxiously glanced around as the portal closed behind him.

The cliffs beside you were evident, and the wind echoed across their caverns. Snow and ice covered everything you could see. The horizon was hidden by the fog, and the only thing you could see were the mass peaks stretching toward the stars. The darkest one was mostly hidden by the overhead clouds.

Or was it even a rock?

"Let's go!" You didn't have time to react as a hand gripped tightly around your neck, dragging you through the snow. The grip dug into your veins and made you cough. Snow got under your clothes, freezing your bare skin as you inhaled the foul stench of your predator.

"Stop coughing if you know what's good for you!" He roared, choking you harder.

The others didn't seem to care about what he was doing to you. They trudged in the snow, grumbling as they made their way to a cave.

A large shadow passed over you. You couldn't help but look up in curiosity. It was too fast to be a cloud.

"Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He hissed, barring his teeth. "I don't want to have to kill you before I sell you for a hefty price!"

"I'm telling you guys, they aren't gonna sell!" Another one of the kidnappers snapped. "They don't have the right hair that boss likes!"

"Relax, they can be a trade in," the other shrugged. "Their organs are all the same."

You couldn't feel your cheeks or your toes at this point. If you knew you would end up in some faraway land that would freeze your fingers off, you would have packed better. But no one prepares for these things to happen.

Being tossed against the rock, one of the kidnappers pulled out a knife and put it to your throat. "Now, hold still, or this is going to be more painful for the both of us-"

As your breath got hitched in your throat and your heart stopped beating, a bright light flashed before your eyes. Heat lapped at your legs, and your kidnapper in front of you disintegrated into ash.

The other two kidnappers snapped their heads in the direction the blast came from, gripping their knives as fear drenched their faces. They murmured under their breaths various curses as they faced the attacker.

His large hand was extended, guiding the gaster blaster to aim at the other kidnappers. He was tall... really tall for his species. His face was decorated in snowflakes, and he wore deep navy clothing with big boots and a furry top. A large snowflake banner hung from his waist.

Behind him was a large gaster dragon. Its bones curled around his head and his wings covered everything else. He snorted a ball of smoke, sharing the same fury that flared in the skeleton's blue eye.

"You're gonna pay for that, popsicle!" One of the kidnappers shouted, lunging for him.

The tall skeleton slid to the side. The kidnapper's eyes widened in shock as a wall of bones appeared in front of him. To accompany it, the skeleton pulled out a large hammer.

WHAM! The hammer collided with the kidnapper's back, sending him flying into the wall of bones, cracking his skull. The snow claimed his life and blood.

The remaining kidnapper backed up, his hands shaking. "I-I can e-explain-"

"Leave," the skeleton's voice boomed, shaking the ice around him. It was deep, soothing, yet rattled anyone's insides when it was used as a threat.

The kidnapper didn't waste any time. Opening a portal to who knows where, he jumped through, abandoning you and his dead comrades.

The skeleton turned his gaze towards you, his eyes still blazing with fury. He walked towards you slowly, his dragon following him.

You backed up against the rock you initially were thrown against. One thing was for sure, you felt your heart racing wildly. Blood trickled down your face as you whimpered in fear; you thought you were next.

But nothing happened.

No bones, no blasts, not even the hammer was swung your way.

The skeleton bent down in front of you. His eyes stopped blazing simultaneously as the storm calmed down. No weapon was in sight, and his gaze was full of worry. He gently brushed the hair out of your face to examine the wound that bled. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly. Although his voice was still deep, it was smoother, softer... It sounded like he cared.

You tried to explain to him that you weren't, that your head hurt, and you didn't know where you were because you were kidnapped. However, the cold made you shake uncontrollably; the pain and the cold kept you from speaking clear sentences. You only got a few words out, but it was enough to get the point across.

The next thing you knew was that you were in his arms. His hands dug under the snow and lifted you up, holding you close. "Don't be afraid... I'm going to help you, dear one."

He didn't say much after that, but his actions spoke louder than his words. He whistled toward the dragon and hoisted you on top of it. Sitting behind you, his hand traveled across your waist to hold you tight while his other hand grabbed the leash. The snow didn't feel so cold when he was behind you. It wasn't freezing when the dragon took off and flew above the clouds,

Although your vision started to blur, you finally could see beyond the initial fog. Below the cliffs was a small village, covered in straw and warm garments as the monsters and humans alike traveled around the streets. In the distance, you could see four other environments. One was filled with cherry blossoms and green trees, and flowers were everywhere around that village. The second area, the furthest away from view, was bright and sandy by a beachside, and the ocean extended for miles. That village welcomed the sun, and many were playing sports on the shore. The third area, to the right, was colorful and smelled like pumpkin spice. The leaves were red, orange, and yellow as the leaves fell to the ground. You quickly realized that each section was the different seasons... in harmony with one another.

"Hang in there," you heard the skeleton's voice above you as he also glanced at the captivating landscape.

The warmth of his body shut your eyes slowly as the beat of the dragon's wings calmed you. You drifted off to sleep, knowing he wasn't going to hurt you. You were safe.

* * *

"You're awake, good."

Your eyes flutter open. You try to move, but you find it difficult with the various blankets wrapped around your body. Part of your head is wrapped tightly with soft bandages.

The skeleton who had saved you earlier was sitting on a chair facing you. Behind him was a fire. To your left was a gate that led to a large training ground, and on your right was a gate to outside, and stairs to the upper levels of wherever you were. You guessed you were in a fortress of some sort, though it seemed to be very festive with the lights decorated all around it.

The couch you laid on was comfortable, and you stopped moving as you slowly sunk into it, despite your back aching.

"I'm... Winter, by the way." The skeleton interrupted your observations. He scratched his bony neck and looked at the ground nervously. "You are in SeasonTale, me and my brother's realm. I'm not supposed to let anyone in or out of here... but I think I can make an expection."

You thank the skeleton, though your voice is barely a whisper. You also whisper your name to him before complimenting the place.

"Thanks, I like it too. This was Season's and Solstice's palace. Now, me and my comrades take care of it."

As you asked who his comrades were, another skeleton walked into the room from the kitchen. He had three bowls of homemade ramen in his hands. "How are they doing?" The skeleton dressed in green with a pink corset asked. He had flowers printed all over his face, and his smile was sweet. He glanced toward you. "Oh! You're awake, thank goodness!"

You accepted the ramen he gave to you. Despite you not liking particular foods, the ramen was delicious, and you couldn't stop yourself from devouring it.

"Thank you, Spring," Winter nodded his head as he ate the ramen himself.

"I'll leave you two be," Spring smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, I'll make sure Summer and Autumn don't disturb you either."

"I thought they were visiting their kingdoms today," Winter commented.

"They are, but they should be back soon," he took a step forward to the cold skeleton and whispered. "Dang," he glanced your way. "You lucked out, can we keep them?"

Before Winter could reply, Spring pat him on the back and spun around. He headed back into the kitchen, murmuring something to himself that you didn't catch.

As you ate the last of the ramen, you noticed that the skeleton constantly stared at you. He barely looked away as he set his own bowl of food aside. Whenever you looked back at him, he would continue to stare before he looked away, a small blush covering his face.

Winter got up and removed the outer layer of his clothing, leaving only a navy shirt upon his shoulders. He walked toward the coat rack and hung his coat before stirring the coals in the fire. He sat back down in the chair and continued to stare at you.

When you asked him why he was staring, the blush on his face increased. "Oh, uhm, just making sure the bandage is on correctly. It seems lopsided," he glanced at the ground and smirked to himself. "It's... difficult not to stare at such a pretty face."

The blood in your veins rushed to your face. Was he being serious? You were just told that you wouldn't be sold because you weren't pretty, yet Winter said otherwise. Could it be different monsters have different tastes in humans?

No, you shook your head. There's no way that was his intention, right? It was probably just a compliment. You thanked him as you hide your face under one of the blankets.

A low chuckle escaped Winter's throat. "That's cute," he commented, fidgeting with his hands. "There's no need to hide, though. You're safe here."

You didn't know how to explain the reason why you were covering your face.

"Was the food good? I hope it was enough," Winter scratched his head again. "We can always make more if you're hungry."

You set the blanket down, insisting that the food was delicious, and you were full.

"Good," he cracked a smile, which you guessed was rare for him. "Make yourself at home, as you are welcomed here."

You sat up to face him. You appreciated his kindness and hospitality and couldn't stop your heart from jumping whenever he spoke to you. He was sweet, despite is cold, aloof appearance. Behind those stoic eyes was a man who wanted to care. Behind those bones was a gentle soul, making sure nothing would happen to you. You would love to stay in the palace.

But... your friends and family are worried that you're gone. You couldn't just leave them wondering what happened to you. Some of them wouldn't rest until they found you. Alas, you realized you might be putting Winter and his comrades in danger if you stayed.

Not that your friends could beat the skeletons in a fight... but some of their connections might be able to.

You explain with a heavy heart why you can't stay. After your kidnapping, your family must be worried sick and you elaborated on why you needed to see them again.

Winter nodded slowly. "I understand. I would be worried too. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get home safely."

The rest of the day was figuring out what AU to send you back to. Spring kept both of you fed and helped with your bandages. Winter focused on overlooking various AUs, asking you if it looked familiar through the portal.

During this time, you were able to meet Winter's other comrades. Autumn, a short, angry gremlin barely greeted you. He was dressed in red and often had a sour look on his face. However, when you responded to his insult with an insult, he smirked at you and nodded his head. "This kid... I like them," he chuckled to himself.

Before you could comment that you were not a kid, you met Winter's brother. Though, you wouldn't be able to tell they were brothers at first glance. This cocky skeleton had yellow suns and stars printed across his face and wore a long yellow jacket that exposed his ribs. He looked like a highlighter. He wore a fancy crown and a wide smirk on his face at all times. After noticing his body language and mannerisms, you could tell Winter and Summer were related.

"Do we have to send the darling back?" Summer cooed, frowning. "They're so pretty, I'd like to keep them~"

Winter snapped his head toward his brother. "Keep your eyes off them, brother. They are not yours."

Summer's eyes widened at Winter's booming voice, before he glanced at you and back at Winter. He smirked wildly. "Ooh, I see what's going on~" He shoved Winter's shoulder. "Popsicle has a crush~"

Winter narrowed his eyes. "Summer-"

"It's obvious," Autumn commented, opening another portal to a random AU for you to check. "Look at his eyes and face!"

"My eyes are snowflakes, thank you."

You shook your head as you came back into the room. Surely the next AU would be your home.... right?

Or was there too many of them?

"Spring, help me out," Winter begged.

Spring shrugged, slurping a noodle. "I have to agree with Summer, Winter. You wouldn't have let anyone else stay here...."

Your face turned red. Did the handsome blue skeleton really like you? Or were his comrades just teasing him? You were too flustered to ask, though you weren't sure if you really wanted to know.

Summer spun around in a showmanship way. "Whatever you say, big guy, I'm heading to bed."

Before Winter could comment back, Autumn trudged after him, glaring playfully at you.

Spring opened another portal as he whispered something into Winter's ears before taking off. He glided down the stairs majestically, bowing and smiling at you before he disappeared.

You looked through the portal Spring made and recognized your home. Your heart sank as you murmured this was the one.

Winter's shoulders droop. "Very well, you may go whenever you're ready," he sighed, his snowflake eyes rotating. He glanced away.

You ask him what's wrong, not wanting to leave on the wrong foot.

His mouth flattened before he took a step closer to you, resting a hand on your shoulder as the other cupped your cheek. "When... When can I see you again?"

You stuttered over your words as he pulled you into a tight hug. His large arms covered most of your body, and you were buried in his clothes. His head rested on top of yours. He was so warm... and comfy. You felt his soul thumping against your face.

"Thank you... for gracing me with your presence..." He gently said, letting you go. "I wish you the best endeavor wherever you go... You always have a friend here in SeasonTale."

Everything in you wanted to squeal in delight. You wanted to hug him again, you wanted to stay... but the winds of your home were calling you. You heart throbbed and ached at the thought of leaving the person who saved your life. How would you contact him? Would you ever see him again? You couldn't find the words as tears trailed down, your eyes.

Winter smiled softly as the portal surrounded you, transporting you back to your homeland. You remember Spring telling you that Winter never cracked a smile, that nothing really made him happy enough to do so. However, there he was, smiling at you as he raised his hand to say goodbye. The last thing you heard was his sweet, soothing voice.

"Be safe, little snowflake."

#undertale au #utmv #seasontale #oc #winter sans #spring sans #summer sans #autumn sans #Winter Sans x Y/N #sans x reader #short story