#encased-in-dt

[perseverantdt]

I’ve been playing His Mod v3 for quite a while and I just can’t help but share these two.

#perse-the-beat #undertale #chara #chara dreemurr #asriel #asriel dreemurr #look at them they're so adorable #anyway go play that mod #it's got some charting issues #but nothing too egregious #encased-in-dt

[bs-el]

hey so if dark fountains causes objects to come to life, where do the objects in the dark worlds come from? I've been mulling over the chair page from the spamton sweepstakes in my head and I have some interesting ideas I wanna put down for me to reference later, like my layer theory last time.

So, one thing's for certain, the ferris wheel in Cyber World was created from the poster on the back wall. We don't know if the ferris wheel was alive but i'm willing to place a safe bet that it wasn't. If tangible objects become living things, then by all means that poster should have become a sort of living object with a ferris wheel theme, but that's not what happened, we got a ferris wheel instead.

furthermore, kris's sword is a pencil and susie's axe is heavily implied to be a hairbrush, so those are also objects that remained objects but changed form rather than coming to life upon entering the dark fountain. I'm trying to dig at this and figure out these two rules:

What determines if an object comes to life or becomes a different object?

What determines what object something will become when exposed to a dark fountain if it isn't going to come to life?

For Spamton's EX body and the ferris wheel, both of those were images of the things they eventually became in the dark world. From these two i could see the both rules being something akin to: objects that just refer to another object become that object in a dark world. So an image of a ferris wheel, referring to a ferris wheel, would simply become a ferris wheel in a dark world. but that instantly excludes the pencil and hairbrush as these are standalone objects that make no reference to anything [subject to change as chapters get released obviously].

So, i just took a 10 minute detour to look up some stuff and it seems like Kris starts the game with the pencil equipped in their weapon slot and I think that's all I really needed to know: the pencil has an association with being a weapon b/c it's equipped to kris's weapon slot. If you're talking about the pencil in deltarune you're referring to kris's weapon... so the pencil, being a reference to a weapon, becomes a weapon in the dark world.

I'm going to assume that this is how the rules work going forward in this post. If an object refers to something, it becomes that thing in the dark world. What i really want to know using this information is multifold:

If my layer theory is correct, would a picture of a something in the real world become that thing in the light world, then come to life in the dark world?

What happens if something in the dark world dies and thus becomes a non-living object?

What happens if you create an object that refers to something in a dark world? What does it become when brought to the light world?

...what happens if you inject DT into an object in a dark world to bring it to life? What does it become when brought into the light world?

We know what happens when something living is exposed to a dark fountain, it gets smaller and changes aesthetically, but otherwise remains the same person. If you were to go one layer up from that living being you'd end up with the object form of that being. For Spamton it's spam mail, for Susie it's the code that makes her function. Assumedly, one layer above that would have to be an object that makes reference to that, so in spamton's case it would be the code that lets you examine the spam emails that became spamton.

... so what of the case of berdly in the weird route?

He's either frozen to death or encased in ice when you close the fountain. If he died and thus became an object, his light world counterpart would be an object that refers to berdly's frozen body. If he was just encased in the ice, not dead but just unconscious, then we would have to determine if the ice itself is in reference to something. If not, then it would become an object that refers to the icy crystal. if the icy crystal IS an object that refers to something then it would become something else entirely in the light world, something we don't know about. It could be reasonably argued that the crystal is snow that is a grave, it is an ice crystal that refers to a grave.

Over the course of the last week i've been trying to figure out what objects that become other objects when moved down a layer become when moved up a layer. in berdly's case it seems like the next step up is a concept. The ice crystal that refers to a grave becomes the idea that berdly's current state is like being frozen in a death-like state. it's a conceptual ice prison that he's stuck in.

If this is the case then the flow would be concept > object that refers to something > object previously referred to > living object > smaller living object with aesthetic differences > repeat previous.

Theoretically, the Angel is a concept that's spoken frequently about in game, in even the light world. Therefor, if a dark world were to be created somewhere in or around the church, you might find an object that refers to the angel, like a scripture or tome, then if you were to somehow go down a layer further... into a darker world perhaps... you might find an angel (object). and if you went one layer further down into a yet darker world, you may finally find yourself face to face with The Angel. But that's just a theory, it's not like there's evidence that we might be trying to go a layer deeper and create dark fountains in dark worlds right guys? right?

So, there's a chair here. Or at least, it was a chair before it started to get "darker than dark" according to the lovely chair page from the spamton sweepstakes. This is where my layer theory kinda falls apart a bit, but just needs a bit of expanding. There's more than 3 layers, and they just keep going deeper and deeper getting darker and darker the further down you go. I'd like to think that the fact that the concept to living object pipeline is exactly four layers including the starting one lining up with "dark, darker, yet darker" is perfectly lined up on purpose but there's so little to it that i can't say for sure.

This theory also gets a big tricky if you consider that means that the concept of someone who lives in layer 2 (light world) like asgore would exist as a prevalent concept in layer -1... which could theoretically be true but there's no way to know since i labelled the real world as layer 1. So i think i want to rework my layers, i think. This gargantuan post is as good as any i think.

Layer 1: The Real World

Layer 2: The Code of Deltarune?

Layer 3: ???

Layer 4: The Light World

Layer 5: The Dark Worlds

Layer 6: The Darker Worlds

Layer 7: The Yet Darker Worlds (Angel's Heaven?)

I'd also be willing to wipe off the first two layers at this point and call the ??? layer the code, since that layer is here just to account for the unused text that's letting out a plea for help.

i don't know how to end this and i think i might just edit it later to add on more ideas. so here, have this as it is now! thanks for reading if you did. nya

#dr #deltarune #dr theory #deltarune theory #deltarune theories #dr theories #mini mii #xexe #layer

[arc-77]

<< Put a crosshair on that Crown! We take out the King and the rest will fall! >>

"Your orders are capture, not kill. Command wants to make an example of him. Prioritize the guards and watch your fire — I will handle the King. Breachers, deploy charges."

The explosives detonated, sending a cloud of dust and debris into the throne room, which was met with an instant hail of blaster fire from the defenders within. The Dark Trooper was first through the door, drawing fire that would decimate his less-armored subordinates and shrugging it off non-plussed. His own repeater moved from target-to-target with mechanical precision, responding to each muzzle-flash with a well-placed burst to the chest, a small turret mounted to his right shoulder likewise engaging separate enemies.

Thoroughly suppressed, a member of the King's guard threw out a grenade from behind cover. In his heads-up-display, the device was analyzed in an instant: thermal detonator, low yield. His decision was split-second; rather than intercepting it mid-air and risking the deaths of half the room, he dove on grenade once it hit the floor, encasing it beneath his phrik armor and activating his personal shield generator. Even with his bulk, the blast still tossed him several feet and onto his side, but the majority of its energy was absorbed safely.

The entire exchange of fire lasted under fifteen seconds. Imperial Special Forces had filed into the room behind him and eliminated or detained remaining resistance. A medic rushed to the Dark Trooper's side, but was waved off as he slowly got back up, sore, but seemingly unharmed.

Discarding the eviscerated remnants of his chest rig on the throne, the Dark Trooper met with his second-in-command, who had pushed forward and captured the King in his stead. The monarch's panicked threats and protests quickly died as the black-armored trooper loomed over him, removing the crown from the man's head and placing it over his own.

"Command, this is DT-ARC-77. Monarch secured. Mission successful."

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[A/N: I've got you covered! Finally, some action. Let me know what you guys think!]

Summary: After a close call and a near rescue, Y/N and Kate find themselves closer than ever.

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I Don't Bite Pt. 6 | Kate Bishop x Reader

Half of a moon hung in the sky above you like a discarded fishbone. It provided little light that filtered through the concrete parking garage. Your footfalls echoed around you, there was only one other car in the lot that had been there since you started lending yourself to Stark Industries. It was encased in wet parking tickets that had formed a wad of pink paper over the windshield.

It had been a long time since you stayed late to attend to business, and even longer still since you refused Tommy the security guards offer to escort you to your car, favoring for the pointed end of your house key wedged between your fingers.

It was Stark Industries, for crying out loud. People weren’t allowed in the lobby without clearance, much less the parking garage for higher-ups. That did little for your comfort, however. With each step you took towards your car, the faster your heart rate became, so you quickened your pace. Fumbled with your keys.

When the gun pressed against your spine it didn’t register at first. If it hadn’t been for the soft click that sounded around you, you wouldn’t guess it was a gun at all. Your stare flicked to the blurry reflection behind you. A woman. A familiar frame.

“Don’t move. We need to talk.”

“We couldn’t have talked in my kitchen? I feel like this is an unfair advantage.”

Bobbi Morse didn’t waver in her stance. If you had any doubt about her being a spy before, it had dissipated. No one could get past Tony’s security system without some type of previous training, something that pulled them from the pack. Despite yourself, your hands trembled.

You raised them to your shoulders and turned to face her. The tip of her weapon was aimed at your chest, a hard look in her eyes. Focus on your breathing, focus on the noodles you ordered from the Chinese restaurant down the street- They’d call the police if you didn’t show, right? No. They’d eat the lo-mein and curse another prank call.

“I saw the blood on your sleeve.” She snarled “could smell it the second I walked through the door. You’re not stupid y/n. You did your best.”

“I don’t want any part of this. We can forget it happened and just go back to being neighbors that barely acknowledge each other.”

“No. we were never neighbors” Bobbi shifted her hold on the gun but kept it aimed right at you. This was new. “And we stopped being friends the second you started to harbor a criminal. I get it, she’s charming. But she is dangerous.”

Boy, was she ever. A week ago, you hadn’t considered the thought of vampires existing, much less living next door to one. And then you had taken a blade to the center of your hand, the bandage still pulling at your skin, having let her drink you in, savor you. In all accounts, you had fallen for Kate Bishop. Maybe a little less, now, considering the gun and the spies.

“She’s not the one pointing a gun at me, what, do you think I’m a flight risk?”

Bobbi grimaced “I don’t know what she’s done to you. If she’s changed you. You’re pale.”

You scoffed “I’m anemic.”

Bobbi didn’t laugh at your attempt at a joke. Instead, she shoved the tip of the gun further into your chest until it ached. There was no way to prove to her that you were still you. This talk had turned south fast, and you had a feeling you wouldn’t be leaving the parking garage anytime soon.

A fist collided with Bobbi’s jaw, and you yelped in surprise, covering your face. This was it- the moment you got shot. It could be a slip of a finger or intentional. Either way, you clenched your eyes shut and waited for the pain, for the numbness- for something. When nothing came, you peeked through your fingers.

“Hi, Pet” Kate panted, “We might want to get a move on.”

Bobbi had fallen to the ground, blindsided by the strength of Kate’s hit. The vampire pulled the gun from the spy’s hand and slid it into the back of her jeans before asking you for your keys. You went through the motions, handing them to her and getting into the passenger seat of your own car.

“Were you following me?” You breathed

“What? No. I was following her while she followed you. Not the same thing. I knew they were getting impatient, and she’d do something rash like this.”

“Who are they exactly?”

“I did some digging, which is extremely hard to do without any 24-hour libraries. They were too clean to be vampire hunters, we know this.” She moved the car along the lower level of the parking garage. “The only other group that can’t keep their paws to themselves is S.H.I.E.L.D.”

You weren’t sure if it was because of Kate’s reckless driving, but your stomach suddenly dropped. It wasn’t in your nature to snoop around Pepper’s paperwork, or the checks she wrote. But the name was familiar, the script written in Tony’s heavy hand.

“Strategic Homeland-“

“Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. I know.” You breathed as she exited the garage and merged into traffic. If Bobbi truly was a part of that agency a hit wouldn’t keep her down for long. “What do they want with you?”

“They tend to bare their teeth with things they don’t understand.” She drummed her fingers nervously against the steering wheel. “Chances are they’ll kill me on the spot or dissect me like one of their aliens.”

You watched as storefronts melded together, neon reds and blues morphing into purple. Part of you knew that there was another world out there, things that you didn't want to acknowledge. Things like vampires and secret agencies that your boss, and friend, had her hand in.

“What now?” You asked. “We can’t go home.”

It was a question that hung in the air like the moon in the sky. She glanced at you with pity in her charcoal stare. The car rolled into an outdated hotel parking lot with a carved pole of an eagle, a wolf, and another type of bird that you couldn't recognize. It was borderline insensitive but had been decorated with Christmas lights for as long as you could remember. A plastic semi-melted Santa peered through clouded glass.

There was a vacancy sign in the lobby, which didn’t shock you. Kate had a guilty look on her face. You had stayed in worse places for longer times. She pulled your car around the back of the building and parked it under a grouping of trees that shielded it from the highway.

“We might have to lay low for a bit.”

“That’s alright.” Your hands were shaking, and your chest ached, pain radiating from where Bobbi had shoved the gun into your flesh. It was catching up with you, Kate’s reckless driving, and the taste of blood in your mouth where your teeth had dug into your tongue.

There was a tenderness in Kate’s eyes. You trailed behind her; hands shoved in the pockets of your blazer as she haggled with the bored teenager behind the counter. You could smell the sweetness of her gum masked with the saturated carpet that crunched under your shoes. You had never felt more uncomfortable in your own clothes than you did now.

She had somehow gotten you a room facing the back of the lot, away from the highway. There was one working security camera on the way up here, both of you turning your faces from the little black orb. The rest had been forcefully ripped from the structure, chords tangled and messy.

The room was a mix of 80’s décor and modern technology. There was a fairly nice television and a large queen bed that was adorned with a maroon comforter. Despite the stale scent of smoke, it looks fairly clean. The mini-fridge growled in the corner. You wanted to shower and clean clothes and something that wasn’t drenched with sweat.

Instead, you settled for flopping down on the edge of the bed and clenching your eyes shut. This would be the end of you- my god, this would be the absolute end. You wanted to call Pepper so she wouldn’t worry. She had become nearly motherly to you over the years and it felt unfair to do this, to pull yourself out of society.

You felt the edge of the bed dip beside you. Kate’s presence washed over you in waves. First her scent, and then her cool type of warmth. Her shoulder pressed against yours, her breath hot against the side of your face.

She watched you carefully, tracing every line of your face. She moved to push a strand of hair behind your ear, but her touch lingered, her thumb moving smoothly against the curve of your jaw. The touch was gentle, her knuckles blushed with blood that wasn’t hers.

The heat of the day tore at every inch of you. You sighed into her touch, melting under her hand. You could drown in her, surging forward in a bout of confidence. Her lips were against yours, fingers roaming to the back of your neck, pulling you further into her.

She tasted metallic and strong, her tongue smooth against your bottom lip. You moaned into her mouth, noise filling her throat, before parting. Kate kept her forehead against yours, panting, eyes foggy.

“Wow,” She breathed, a goofy grin on her face. You swallowed hard.

You had imagined kissing Kate before, her body pressed against yours. It was usually spurred by the way her muscles moved, the way her arms stretched, and her stares lingered. In all the scenarios that you imagined; it never involved a dingy hotel room that overcharged for terribly rough rooms. But all the same, it left you breathless.

#Kate Bishop #Kate Bishop x reader #Kate Bishop x y/n #Kate Bishop x you #kate bishop x female reader #hawkeye #hawkeye the series #hawkeye disney+ #vampire au #bobbi morse

[sporadicerratic]

Reach Out and Touch Someone

This is my very first fic I have ever posted anywhere. For KingDings week 2021. This is prompt #2, “Heartache” I’ll come back and name it something serious later I swear I hope y’all like it pls be kind ty

Pit. Pat.

Only the quietest of sounds echoed in the dark space as the king carefully wiped the surface of a small stone coffin with a soft, damp cloth. Careful to catch the inside edges of small, green heart embossed into the center, he diligently scrubbed every inch of the surface; the sussurus of each pass punctuated by his occasional sniffles.

Once all dust had been eradicated from the top of the coffin, the king leaned close to the heart and gave it a soft touch, one that could even be considered tender. “I’m sorry,’ he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Pit. Pat.

Cloth into the bucket, swirled around and wrung out. The fur on his hands was soaked through, and the water was making it’s way down his forearm, but he hadn’t brought another towel to dry the coffins, or himself. There was work to be done, and a small coffin with a light blue heart that had gathered dust.

Had he not been so focused on his task, King Asgore might have noticed the faintest flickering in the corner behind the coffin with the purple heart on it. The darkness trembled and shivered, as did the figure peering through it to watch the king performing his sorrowful task.

Gaster knew that he didn’t have the strength to do more than pierce the void today, but how he wished with all of his might that he could be there to comfort his dearest companion through this, one of his most difficult duties as king. Before he had fallen into his creation, he had urged Asgore to let someone; ANYONE else tend to the coffins, but Asgore had refused. The corners of his eyes had crinkled up and his brow had furrowed in the way that made Gaster want to take him into his arms and never let go, despite the fact that he could only hug one side of his mountain of a goat. “Thank you, Dings,’ he had sighed, “but it was my own brash actions that put those poor children into those coffins. I could never,” here he closed his eyes and rubbed them with his fingers, “I could never ask anyone else to have anything to do with them. This is my responsibility.” He looked up, eyes glassy. “But, I thank you, my dearest friend. Come. It’s a beautiful day. Why don’t we walk in the garden, while the sun is shining?”

Gaster’s hand practically disappeared into that of the towering king of the Underground, but his grip was gentle and his fur was soft, oh, so soft. If Gaster closed his eyes, he could almost remember the way it warmed the bones of his hollow hand, and the way that warmth spread to make his quivering, fractured soul feel almost whole again. Asgore was so full of love that he generously showered upon all of his subjects, and Gaster felt privileged to be a common recipient of what he secretly hoped was a little more, or should he say, a little different than that he showed to everyone else.  He only wished that he could share some of the burden that the king refused to ever let drop from those massive shoulders.

Pit. Pat.

Gaster was gently brought out of his reverie and back to the present as the king moved to the last coffin; the one with the purple heart. That human hadn’t offered much resistance; throwing the one item they had managed to bring into the underground; a simple notebook, and fleeing into a cavern in Waterfall. Every day that Asgore had to fulfill his promise to the monsters of the underground was a true test of his resolve. He always held it together until he made it back to the throne room; smiling and waving to the cheers of his subjects who saw the flickering soul cupped gently in his hands as nothing more than a sign of hope; not as the last surviving piece of a living being.

It was Gaster who took the soul from his hands as he collapsed, sobbing, into the flowers. It was Gaster who quietly encased it in a glass cylinder, and eased the broken body of the human from Asgore’s grip. It was Gaster who sat with him for hours; days; sometimes weeks, rubbing his back, holding his head in his lap, whispering gentle words of encouragement and love, making sure that he ate, and keeping him warm through the night when he refused to move from the spot where he fell.

Pit. Pat. Pit. Pit. Pat.

Asgore’s tears fell upon the last coffin, and as he tried in vain to wipe them from it’s surface, his will finally broke, as did the silence. He collapsed with an ugly sob onto the little coffin, arms wide enough to hold the entire thing in his embrace. “I, I’m s-so, I’m, s-so so sssso so ss-so sorrr-ry, little one,” he gurgled into the wet stone; smearing snot and tears with his ineffectual soaked cloth, and then his bare hands.

Something in Gaster snapped. He had spent months gathering enough energy to even open this portal, but he would be damned if he wasn’t going to be by his king’s side when he needed him, even if he couldn’t manage a corporeal form. He shoved what little he was composed of against the taut membrane of the barrier between the void and reality, gasping as it sizzled and burned around the tips of his ghostly phalanges. Passing through even with a body was painful, but without one? He struggled to keep himself coalescent as pure fire danced along every part of that was slowly oozing through the gateway between realms. His head swam as the searing pain consumed his mind, but he forced his eyes open and fixated on the sound of Asgore’s heart-wrenching sobs; of those quavering shoulders that he ached to embrace.

With a terrible modulating scream and a pop he erupted from the void, only to stumble directly through the coffin, the king, and halfway into the back wall. A form. He had made it through, but without any kind of physical form. The barrier had consumed too much of the energy he had worked so hard and so long to gather.

“My king,” Gaster spoke aloud. Asgore’s shoulders continued to shake as he rained tears upon the coffin, though his sobs were slowing. He showed no signs of having heard Gaster at all. Gaster’s face fell, and then slipped slightly as the damned DT in his system asserted itself. Well, if it was going to make itself known, he was going to make use of it, damn it. He was determined to give his dear Asgore SOME sort of comfort.

“GOREY!” he practically shouted, doing everything he could to wrap his arms around Asgore’s back, and phasing slightly into his body. It was warm. Oh, it was so warm.

Asgore sniffled and looked up with a start. “Dings?” he whispered into the darkness, whipping his head around, and then spinning his entire body so his back was to the small coffin. Gaster inhaled sharply as the king’s face passed, unseeing, through his own. After glancing around a bit more, Asgore slumped, his face in his hands. “Of course,” he rasped in a forlorn tone that melted Gaster a bit more, “Of course he’s not here. I’m losing it. I’m losing it.”

“I’M HERE, MY KING! I’M HERE!!” Gaster carefully moved so that, if he had had any kind of solidity, his forehead would be pressing against Asgore’s. He pushed with every bit of will that existed within him, forcing it into the words. If he cannot feel me, at least, at least let him hear my voice, he thought.

“Ahhh Gaster, god damn it. I miss you so, so much. Why did you have to go and leave me like that, Dings? Why did you have to go away?”

Asgore’s voice trailed off as he laughed through fresh tears that coursed through the fur on his face to gather in his beard.

If Gaster had had any sort of form at all, he would have been crying as well. The most he could manage was to melt further against Asgore’s body; the determination he felt reducing him to half of his normal stature. “I’m sorry, Gorey. I’m sorry, I’m here, I swear it. You aren’t alone. You aren’t alone.” His blob of a hand passed through Asgore’s giant paw again and again as Gaster struggled in vain to manifest.

Asgore leaned his head back and wiped his eyes. “Dings,” he whispered, “if you were here, you would tell me that this defies all logic, and that I’m being absurd again, and that I probably need to eat something, but I could swear that you’re in this room with me right now. And, I, I could really, really stand for you to be in this room right now, Dings, I really could. So, I’m gonna talk to you anyway.”

Gaster’s face froze, and then a wide grin spread across his features. “I would like that, your majesty,” he whispered back. “I would like that very much.”

Hours later, Asgore’s gentle snoring filled the tiny room. He had spoken of love, and loss, and longing; of family and friends, and the many, many things he felt were so far out of his reach, and Gaster had heard it all. As his king had become more and more weary, Gaster spread his loose form over him in an embrace that he put every ounce of whatever determination he had left into making warm, and then fell asleep himself.

Had Asgore been awake, and had he squinted really hard, and had he even thought to look, he might have been able to make out the barest, glitching outline of ghostly, hollow skeletal hand resting on top of his palm.

#kingdings #kingdingsweek #gaster #asgore #undertale

[idk-my-aesthetic]

Dt soul family au

I love soulmate AUs, especially when they factor in platonic relationships and are reactive instead of predictive.

So.... DT soul family au. Everyone has a soul color, which is also the color of their eyes. That color will apear on those you have some sort of connection to. So birds will grow feathers that represent others who have had an effect on them, animals like dogs have patches of discolored fur, etc.

Most soul marks are reactive. You will start to see their colors on you after they’ve become a big part of your life. But being born with soul marks isn’t uncommon.

It only really happens one of two ways. One way is if someone loves you enough before your born that their colors appear before your even born. (It’s actually quite common in birds, who are able to hear outside their eggs and form a connection w/ their caretaker. The soul bond is always stronger if it goes both ways.... though it doesn’t always)

The other type of soul mark you can be born with is something.... different. A suggestion from fate, in a way. A patch of color that won’t change until you meet the person who’s soul matches it.

It doesn’t always mean anything. It doesn’t always mean something positive, either. Being born with a stranger’s color means they could be almost anything to you. All you know for certain is that fate thinks you should meet.

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Huey, Dewey, and Louie are born with more color than most.

Their backs are flooded with tiny blue feathers, a warm color like the ocean they’ll grow up on. The blue shows the protective love their uncle has for them, though they’ll never really need the reminder

There’s almost as much yellow as blue, vibrant yet soft and matching the band around their uncle’s wrist. As they grow they’ll loose most of the yellow, but will always have a a good handful of yellow spattered across their backs. These feathers tend to be small and weak, and fall out easily, but will always grow back.

(For a long time they will think the feathers, weak as they are, represent their longing for the mother they never had. Until they meet their mother, and find that maybe the small feathers were the love she held for them from so far away. Love strong enough to pass millions of miles, but unable to grow from the distance between them)

The only other soul feathers on the boy’s backs are shriveled and dying. They were once a vibrant rust red, but have died in mere days. They fall out just as quickly, only to finally grow back years later

The colors on their backs represent the love from those around those around them, but the boys are born with other marks too

Around their tiny wrists are bands of colored feathers, almost like bracelets. Each boy has three distinct rings.

Two of huey’s are green and blue, representing his brothers. Dewey has red and green, and Louie blue and red.

The third, for each of them, is pink.

As they grow the bands of red, blue, and green creep up their arms. The pink stays as is for a long time, until they meet a girl with a pink bow and a grappling hook, and the pink starts to spread as well.

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Webby is born with enough of her grandmother’s protective gray coating her back that one could mistake it for a cape, if not for the odd white feathers that poke through. The feathers are overly large and heavy, intended for protection, but covering her for most of her life in an almost-but-not-quite suffocating manor. Though they thin over time, already much more manageable when rust reds, dark blues, and vibrant yellows start to join.

Her arms are covered in a virtual rainbow. Blue, red and green bands circle her right wrist, and two bands (both purple, but one so dark it’s almost black and the other a soft violet) encase her left. The dark purple winds down to wrap around her ring finger.

It’s the only color that will grow downwards to dot her hands with romantic affection when she meets who it represents. The others will all creep up to her shoulders, representing platonic love for her soul-siblings.

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Lena is “born” with two bands, soft purple on her left wrist and powder pink on the right.

Aunt Magica says they can’t mean anything- Lena is just a shadow. She’s not real.

Lena believes her for a long time, until the pinks begin to creep up her wrists and throw the affection she refuses to acknowledge back in her face.

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Violet has two bands around her wrist, pink and almost-black-purple right on top of eachother. Her back is covered in three different shades of near-violet purple, the natural color of her feathers and the love her fathers have for her

It would be a lie to say her interest in magic has nothing to do with the colors that cover her.

#dt #dt17 #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales soulfeather au #ig thats what im calling it #dt au #donald duck #della duck #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #webby vanderquack #scrooge mcduck #bentina beakley #my post #my writing

[meteor-cities]

Dive In | LeviHan

hellooo beloved tumblr followers. today, i give you levihan. tomorrow? probably nothing because i’m shit at content creation.

CW: mention of death but there is none, flashbacks (mostly ptsd related, and before you bitch, i’m clinically diagnosed)

DT: my beloved friend, marco, for suggesting the hurt/comfort concept :)

He watched the memory of Hanji’s body falling to the ground after being hit by a member of Kenny’s squad replay in his mind, except it seemed to flash in and out as he watched the last person he had left fling themself into the air towards a fatal risk.

He recalled everyone he lost. His mother, Farlan and Isabel, Petra, the entirety of his squad, Erwin..

He couldn’t lose Hanji. They were his last reason to live.

He shook himself out of his daze, shooting himself in the same direction as Hanji, thinking maybe he could save them the trouble of possibly losing their life.

“Levi? Levi you’re spacing out again.”

Levi flinched, blinking several times, taking in his surroundings. He wasn’t outside the walls right now. Instead, he was sitting in his office behind his desk, gripping onto his pen tightly, almost breaking the plastic object.

“I apologize,” he muttered, returning to his work.

Or, at least he thought he could.

Hanji beat him to it, though. They caught his face in their hands, examining Levi’s expression. Hanji was terribly good at that, though, shouldn’t any borderline psychotic scientist be good at face reading?

“You’re having flashbacks again, Levi, aren’t you?”

Levi paused for a moment, letting his eyes wander before he answered. “No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Levi had a tendency of dropping the volume of his voice when he was trying to mask his emotions. Even though people didn’t put much thought into it, Hanji recognized it and it was possibly their least favorite trait that their soon-to-be husband possessed. Countless times, Hanji had told the man, “You don’t have to hide from me. You know that.” Levi still didn’t listen.

“You’re hiding from me again.”

Levi shook his head, setting his pen down and grabbing Hanji’s hand, making eye contact with his lover. “It doesn’t matter. It’s the same damn memory that’s been bothering me for weeks.”

Hanji frowned, standing up and placing their palms against the desk to help maintain eye contact within a close proximity. For some reason, that was the only way to keep Levi from leaving Hanji’s gaze without their physical touch to stop him.

“What do I have to do to get you to be transparent with me?”

Levi shook his head, leaning back. “Hanji I can’t do this right now.”

Hanji sighed, standing up straight and crossing their arms. “You have plenty of time.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, copying Hanji’s stance while remaining in his seat. “Only when you force me to have time.”

Hanji forced back a smile. No matter how stubborn of a man Levi was, Hanji still enjoyed the short bickering, even if it meant they would never win against Levi’s stubborn attitude.

“You like when I force you to have time.”

“Maybe so. What’s your point?”

Hanji paused, thinking for a moment. “I’m not sure.”

Levi shook his head, sitting up. “Transparency is a risk with fragile thoughts and feelings.”

Hanji frowned at his statement, plopping themself down in the chair across from Levi. “It’s a risk regardless of who it is, huh.”

Levi looked up, watching Hanji throw their legs over the arm of the chair. “Hanji-”

“I know, neat freak.”

“No. Not that. I don’t care as long as you don’t put your shoes on the chair.”

Hanji looked up, watching Levi’s seemingly troubled expression. This was harder for Hanji to understand clearly. Levi’s conflicted expressions didn’t help Hanji understand his emotions the way they wanted to. Even after a little over a decade in his presence, the conflict on his face seemed to be the only thing Hanji couldn’t read.

“What are you thinking?” Hanji tilted their head, genuine confusion spreading across their face.

Levi leaned back, closing his eyes, thinking over the question. “I don’t know.. Just about things, I guess.”

Hanji sat up, getting up to plop down on the couch against the wall, opening their arms. “Come here. I promise you I don’t smell like a wet dog.”

Levi let out a quiet chuckle, getting up to sit himself next to Hanji, letting his fiance encase him in their arms. Hanji let their lips curl up slightly, admiring the person in their arms.

“What kind of things? Do we need to take you to the doctor again?”

Levi made a face, remembering the awful sleep aid he’d been given the last time he went. It made the nightmares worse but kept him drowsy if he didn’t rest it off. He couldn’t take them again. Plus, the nightmares were a little more bearable when he had the love of his life there to tell him it was okay and would bring him warm tea to help him calm down.

Hanji hummed, twisting small amounts of Levi’s hair in between their fingers. “I’ll take that as a no. But only if you’ll tell me what that whole zoning out thing was about earlier.”

Levi frowned, feeling heavy. He didn’t like talking about his flashbacks but he knew that it helped when he did. (He honestly needed a therapist, but he wouldn’t get one until Hanji forced him. He was surprised they hadn’t yet. Although, he didn’t think he’d ever trust a therapist the way he did Hanji.)

“It was one of those.. Double flashbacks.”

“The same one as last time?”

Levi had had so many of those that he didn’t know which one Hanji was referring to. Pitiful, or at least he thought so. “About you and Kenny’s squad?”

“And then when I made a bad decision?”

Levi nodded. Hanji didn’t need to detail his flashbacks back to him; they knew better than to do that. Hanji nodded, grabbing Levi’s face to make him look up at them. 

“My dear, I’m not going to leave you like that. I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“But what if-”

Hanji interrupted, placing a small kiss to Levi’s lips. “No what ifs. I’m not leaving. Plus, everything is over now. We’re getting married. We could have kids if you wanted.”

Levi thought for a moment, watching Hanji’s chocolate brown eyes. That was maybe his favorite part of Hanji. Their eyes. Everything could be said with Hanji’s eyes, and that’s the way it was. It took a very long time for either of them to say “I love you” to the other person, that’s how well they read each other.

“No kids. Not until I’m done with that stupid paperwork.”

Hanji grinned, poking Levi’s nose. “Silly boy.”

“Boy?”

Hanji let out a soft giggle, shaking their head. “You’re too short to be a man.”

“Yeah yeah. Quit it with the short jokes, four eyes. At least I can see perfectly,” Levi muttered, sinking into Hanji’s arms regardless.

“Oh, my love, I think your vision is pretty shit.”

“What?”

“You keep seeing the past.”

Levi grumbled, hating that Hanji was right. He didn’t want them to be right, yet somehow, they always were.

“Look, Levi. I’m not going anywhere. We both promised each other, right?”

Levi nodded.

“So why do you think I would break that?”

Levi bit the inside of his cheek, refusing to look up at Hanji so that he could avoid having his mask being invisible to them. “I don’t know..”

“Right. So you have nothing to be afraid of.”

Levi sighed, closing his eyes. 

“I just want it all to stop.”

Hanji frowned, squeezing Levi’s shoulder gently. “It will end, darling. One day your brain will simply give up on the idea that I’m going to fade away.”

Levi shook his head, moving his hands to cover his face. “But if my brain gives up, I might forget them too..”

Hanji held their breath, grabbing one of Levi’s hands to entangle his fingers with theirs. They dropped their voice down to a comforting volume, leaning forward to kiss Levi’s cheek. “You will never forget them, my love. And they will never forget you.”

Levi fell apart in Hanji’s arms, not audibly sobbing but the way his breathing hitched and his body shook gave him away. Hanji pouted, pulling the smaller into their chest, rocking slightly. 

“You’re so fragile. Why do you let yourself pretend to be metal when you’re glass?”

Levi shook his head, resting his face in Hanji’s neck. “I dunno..”

“So stop it, baby. You have no reason to pretend anymore. Keeping it held in will make things worse. You know that.”

Levi nodded, sniffling lightly.

“You are a strong person, but regardless, you need time to let it out. All strong people have to take a moment to reflect at times. To deescalate themselves. Keeping yourself cooped up in your brain, hiding behind tedious desk work, refusing things like gatherings with everyone. It’s not helping. I can tell. So please, just stop holding it in, okay? I’m here for you to dump your pain on.”

Levi relaxed, closing his eyes. Rarely did he fall asleep in his office, but when things like this occurred, he could fall asleep anywhere. 

Hanji shifted a bit, adjusting so that they could stand up and carry him somewhere more comfortable. 

“No.”

Hanji raised an eyebrow, looking at their fragile partner. “No?”

“Stay put.”

Hanji let a soft smile sneak past her seriousness, shifting a bit so that they were laying down, keeping Levi perfectly on top of them.

“Okay. I’ll stay put, stubborn ass.”

Levi couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, biting at Hanji’s neck. “Shut up, freak.”

“You first.”

#levihan #hanji #hanji zoe #levi #levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot fics #aot imagines #please enjoy!

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wicked, pt. 7 (DT royal AU)

Summary: During their separation, Y/N and Grayson seem to have difficulties dealing with their feelings. However, as certain things are revealed, they both find themselves in situations between life and death.

Warnings: swearing, ANGST, indicating smut

Word count: 4564

WICKED - SERIES MASTERLIST

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''I hope you and the baby are well.''

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry or rip apart the piece of paper with a single sentence he had written her. When he had betrayed her, Y/N wished him dead just as she saw it happen in her vision, but the hate quickly dissipated when she learned of her father's wrongdoings. Not only did she know he had killed her best friend in order to turn her against Astros and the man she would marry, but he also killed her mother. There was much more evil in his secret books, hidden as it must be for if the people learned the truth she might pay the price for his wicked deeds herself. Even if she wanted some sort of reckoning with her father, Y/N found herself grateful for his death. It was unimaginable to find the truth and order his death herself – what would be left of her if she was forced to kill her own father?

Grayson saved her from that and while it took her months to come to terms with it, she still struggled to forgive the way he did it. But she most definitely had issues with the secret he kept from her – what could be so important that he'd drive her away from him?

It crossed her mind he had grown sick of their marriage and it was all just an excuse to get rid of her without starting a war between their kingdoms. Her mind conjured up the worst, most painful explanations in the lonely nights. She wondered if he ever truly loved her and if he had, where had the love gone?

Can a person just stop loving someone? Did Grayson stop loving her?

She wanted to stop loving him, but she couldn't. She found herself making up excuses in his place to cover up the mistakes he's made. In this distance that was freezing her soul and collapsing her heart, Y/N's sole wish was to meet with her husband again. But she couldn't travel to Astros with the knowledge that he didn't want her there. Her mother always told her that if a man makes it clear he's bothered by your presence, you should do yourself a favor and never bother him again. She'd have been by his side if he truly wanted her with him. She wouldn't be just the queen of Dracovia, but the queen of Astros as well. He'd have been the king of Dracovia as well, despite her mother's warning to never give up her crown for anyone.

Snorting at the thought, she remembered when she set sail for Astros for the first time. She didn't know what to expect when they arrive, but her heart was cold and unforgiving, unwilling to cooperate or let anyone in.

''I don't want to be his queen, I just want to go home.''

It's what she wanted, so why is she unhappy now when she's got exactly what she wanted? She's home, on her throne, an heir to two kingdoms in her belly and yet she's miserable. The only light in her days has been a melancholic knight of very few words, a beautiful soul that stood beside her as a shield from the dangers every ruler faces, but most importantly, he was a shield against her darkness.

Or she thought as she stood at the highest tower overlooking the great ocean separating her from Grayson – the man who was still an active heartache she couldn't heal with time nor work. Nothing worked but the one line pieces of paper he'd send her weekly. She'd read them over and over again until a new one came. She kept all his little messages in her jewelry box, hidden in the secret compartment her mother showed her once.

''This is where you keep the most valuable possessions known to man.“ The queen smiled at her young daughter, ignoring the pain her smile brought to the fresh bruises on her face.

''What is the most valuable possession?“ Y/N questioned, hoping for a secret to be revealed, something she would seek to find and possess in her life as well. Whatever it is, Y/N wanted it.

''It's whatever you decide you can never part with.''

She didn't understand her mother back then, but her words rang truth now. Out of all the jewelry she owns, all the beautiful clothes and art, his stupid one-line messages were the one thing she couldn't part with now. They comforted her in some way. Knowing he thought of her, even if it's long enough to write one silly line was enough to put a smile on her face.

Truth be told, she wanted him with her all the time. She wanted him to be there to hold her hand when she felt like she was failing her people while she was fixing the damage her father left for her. She wanted him there to cuddle when she's on the brink of breaking, for him to whisper sweet nothings in her ear and remind her she's loved. She wanted him there when she bathes to play with bubbles like children, to hear him wheeze when he laughs so freely like nothing had ever gone wrong between them.

She wished he was there when she was told she'd have a son. She wished he was there when she felt the first kick – if she was still in Astros she'd have interrupted whatever meeting he had to have him place his hand on her stomach and feel their son...to hold his hands on her stomach at night as he speaks to the baby, as he kisses her lips.

Y/N missed Grayson more than anyone, but he wasn't with her.

Brooks was.

She didn't have to turn around to know Brooks was always near, sometimes by request, but most times he'd remain hidden – close by just in case. After all, he was a trained spy and his job was to protect his queen with his life.

It's how she knew he was in the shadows, watching her as she held back tears of pure sorrow for her broken marriage.

''Do you ever wonder what would have happened if I never sent you to Astros?“ She hated the slight waver in her voice, the weakness oozing from her as she grew bigger and bigger with each passing day. In reality, Y/N expected Grayson to be with her during this process, encouraging her not to fear the pain of childbirth that completely petrified her or convincing her she'd be a good mother for she was certain she wasn't made to be one. She didn't have her mother with her, no siblings, no husband, only Brooks and lady Mareen who never went through childbirth herself.

''Once or twice.“ Brooks responds, not bothering questioning how she knew he was there to begin with. He wasn't foolish enough to believe she didn't know he was keeping a close eye on her. Especially now when she was so fragile, an easy target.

Looking over her shoulder, she flashes an uncertain smile that disappears just as quickly it came to be, fading to give way for her tear-filled eyes to glisten like stars in the moonlight.

''I wish you told me how you felt back then. Before you left. I wish you never left at all.“ She spoke quietly, afraid speaking up would cause a break in her voice and she refused to have her voice cracking every time she opened her mouth.  

Brooks licks his lips, his midnight blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he steps closer – keeping an appropriate distance between them. It's to stop them both from doing something that wouldn't benefit either in the long distance. She'd be safe in his arms, content perhaps, but she would never be truly his and that would have killed him.

''You're royalty and I'm just a knight who wants to serve his queen. We'd never work.“ Brooks lets his eyes fall to the ground, unable to handle the tear she let slip past her left eye, the weight of that one tear bigger than any weapon he carried in his hands.

''I'd have married you anyway.“ She whispered, turning back to look at the ocean again – to hide her overflowing tears from him. She didn't have it in her to hold the pain away any longer.

Not tonight.

''Maybe.“ Brooks sighs, leaning on the edge of the balcony, his elbows taking on most of his upper body weight on the concrete.

''But that's not how it happened. You asked me to be your spy and I agreed. You married King Grayson and I watched you from afar. You love him. I know you do. It's why you suffer so much in his absence.“

Unable to form words, Y/N closed her eyes as her face contorted. Her lips pressed together to hold in a sob and her head hurt from all the pressure building up in her attempt to stop herself from falling apart. But she couldn't. There were no walls left inside her to hold the hurt encased from her mind any longer. She was shattering after months of being strong – silent as she missed him, as she loved him, as she defended him from herself.

She was broken now, shattered really, robbed of the tape and glue necessary to put her soul back together. Her heart is poorly stapled shut, beating frantically fast and hard but without purpose, her skin stretched across her aching muscles like a worn canvas. Her mind is void of happiness and warmth, desperate for a memory, good, warm, welcoming, one she could smile to. It was difficult to remember her smile, soft but contagious, it had stained her lips like blood, the same blood she could taste as she bit her tongue hard to keep from screaming in front of Brooks like she did into her pillow every night.

Sometimes the madness of her pain and hormones give way to a horrible thought – she’d trade her throne for a moment with Grayson where they both come as they are – completely open and true. Thankfully she’d quickly remember her mother’s words: “My dear, never give up a crown for anybody”, and she’d remind herself of the reality – he left her, he didn’t want her. He made a choice and she has to remember that.

Brooks, however, saw the way his queen changed when no one was around to judge her for her meek heart. She was unwell in every possible way, lost and desperate and that’s why he couldn’t watch her break before his eyes as he stood idly by. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, damn the consequences.

She didn’t push him away, nor did she say a word – she buried her face in his chest and returned the hug, a little softer to keep her belly safe, but she hugged him back nonetheless.

While Y/N stitched herself up in Brooks arms, Grayson was buried in paperwork back in Astros – anything to minimize the time alone he had doomed himself to. Their room was now a shrine to the time they spent together, giddy in bed despite all the secrets they kept from each other.

Grayson remembered how they made love leisurely, savoring each other's bodies until their passion mounted. He loved not knowing what to expect with her for she was never the same twice. One time she would be quiet and sensual, the next aggressive and demanding. At other times she would be laughing and teasing, another experimental. But no matter how she was, he loved loving her. Even the thought of touching her excited him.

He missed the smell of her hair when he buried his face in her neck, the gentle touch of her skin, the sweetness of her lips. But he missed her stories too – stories of her childhood, of Dracovian history, of the magic she believed in. In a way, she got him to believe in it too – she was magic too. Everything about her is unearthly, there was no doubt about it in his mind.

Sighing heavily, Grayson leaned his forehead on his desk, realizing not much work would be done as her face is all he thinks of, all he sees. The night before he left, he finally saw what his love had brought her – pain and suffering. He took all she was and picked her soul apart until she was left void of love, of hate, of all emotion. God gave him a good woman to love and to care for and he had ruined her.

Loneliness was a punishment too kind for his awful actions.

He thought what would have happened if he asked her for the truth before – had he told her what he knew, but also what he kept from her. Would their bond grow stronger? It couldn’t be worse than it is now.

That’s his fault as well.

Despite their relationship, Grayson knew his wife was braver than he’ll ever be. She would defy the devil himself if he somehow soiled her plans and it brought a smile to Grayson’s lips.

Before he met Y/N, he believed women are sweet creatures made of dreams and pleasure, but since he married his dear dragon wife, he felt as if all the sweetness she possessed was spiked with vinegar. Quickly enough, he realized he liked a little vinegar in his life, craved it even.

She drove him mad, but she also showed him what it means to love someone. She could have killed him at any given moment and used her army to seize the throne had it been her true desire. She could have done it all, yet she remained in his bed, giving him so much love without ever saying the words herself. He wondered if it was ever there, if she ever loved him at all or if it was all purely physical.

She let him go so easily that he couldn’t help but think her love was never his. Her heart was always in the hands of someone else – whether it be her kingdom or that knight that accompanied her in the throne room. Surely she didn’t love him, the man who killed her father and took her kingdom by force. Even if he gave the throne to her, she must have lost all desire to see him ever again. She never even replied to any of his messages. They’re short in case someone intercepts them, but he hoped she’d know he cares. If his calls could go through, he’d pick up the phone, but he didn’t think she’d pick up.

“You’re brooding again.” Grayson jumps at his brother’s voice, his heart nearly stopping in the fright. He had thought only himself to be unable to sleep this night as her memory haunts him.

“I’m just tired.” Grayson lied through his teeth, it didn’t take a mind reader to see it. Perhaps he was tired…tired of a life without his wife.

“If you want, I can tell you about her. I remained a friend with one of her ladies at court. She sends me updates almost weekly.” Ethan offered to share the only currency Grayson cared about – news of her and his child. It’s like dangling a piece of bread in front of a starving man.

“Please.” Grayson managed a plea, his eyes glazing over as Ethan begins.

“She barely speaks to anyone if it’s not official business. Most of her time she just stays in the office or her bedroom, always accompanied by Brooks, a knight she had deployed here as a spy years ago when her friend Andrea was killed. She’s grown quite big considering she’s entering the eight month of her pregnancy and you’d be happy to know you’ll have a son.”

Ethan stopped when he noticed tears stream down his brother’s face, clearly having a harder time than he’d ever admit to. Ethan was struggling too, but he couldn’t imagine the pain Grayson feels – he never had Y/N in the way Grayson did, he didn’t know how much Grayson truly lost.

“But, there’s news from Gandria.” Ethan wets his lips, deciding business could distract Grayson long enough to forget his pain. It’s worked well in the past months, even if it was just a temporary fix. A bandage over a heart that’s fallen apart, decomposing at this point.

“They’re waiting for a good moment to attack, but they aren’t going to attack the kingdom, only the king. I'm thinking I should go…it would lure them out faster and you could make amends with Y/N sooner.” Ethan’s suggestion is sound, although dangerous. But even Grayson agreed it was time to end this possible threat on his life and make sure to teach Gandria a lesson. They were but an island of criminals, banished men and women who have done unspeakable crimes. When they found their way to travel, they soon became mercenaries, but that wasn’t enough – they wanted a kingdom to rule as their own. They were only a few hundred, Grayson’s army had hundreds of thousands of men, yet one of them was a foe and they didn’t know who.

“Where would you go?” Grayson wondered, thinking Ethan had plans of going to visit their mother on the East or their sister perhaps, but Ethan had a different place in mind.

“You won’t like it, but hear me out.”

It was only a few days later that Ethan arrived in Dracovia, too happy about the possibility of seeing Y/N and offering her a shoulder to cry on. He half expected her to throw him in a dungeon and have him chained to the wall, but she didn’t – not that he’d mind as long as she came to visit.

“What happened?” She spoke fast, worry etched on her face and in the few wrinkles that had gathered between her eyebrows. When they told her the prince of Astros came to their door, she immediately thought the worst – that her husband is dead. Her entire body shook as she waited for her brother in law to get to her, imagining the worst-case scenarios.

“Uh…I missed you? You never call.” Ethan deadpanned, watching her visibly relax and her shoulders drop with the weight lifted from them. She sat in the nearest chair, letting out a sharp, short breath and only then did Ethan fully see her belly. It was round and big and yet she still looked effortlessly stunning. Snorting, he wondered if she could do anything, look any way for him to consider her unattractive.

“I’m sorry if I scared you, it’ just…it’s been months and we’ve both been worried sick about you.” Ethan excused, quickly crossing the distance between them only to fall on his knees beside her chair. He took her hand in his and gave her a gentle squeeze, looking up at her weary eyes.

“You haven’t exactly tried to reach me either…all I get from my dear husband are letters containing a single line. Tell me, has he found my replacement already?” Her tone turned sharp, deadly even. It was evident she had thought Grayson leaving her behind was a sign of him moving on from their marriage and Ethan couldn’t help but laugh at the thought.

“What’s so funny?” But he forgot of the dragon queen and the fact that she was ready to slap him silly was clear in the fire that burned in her eyes, yet all Ethan could think is how happy Grayson would be if he saw she got the fire back again.

“You thinking he could ever be with someone else. That idiot is so in love with you, it’s actually pitiful. I’ve begged him to find another, to let me be with you as you are my most unattainable dream, but he would have my head if I tried anything. And when I think if I had been just a second faster, you’d have been my wife and I would have never left you behind for anything.” Sighing at the sudden silence that filled the room, Ethan realized he wouldn’t get a favorable response from her that night…or any night.

“He’s not even looking at others, but only thinks of you. He fears he’s been forgotten.” Ethan explains, trying to pertain to Dracovian manners as he speaks to soften her eyes and have her look at him kindly once more.

When Grayson told him Y/N believed Ethan would harm her and the child if something ever happened to Grayson, he felt heartbroken and angry he had left that impression. The truth couldn’t be further than her theory.

“Ethan…If anything happens to me…” Grayson began, but Ethan cut him off immediately.

“Nothing will happen to you.” He paused, rubbing his forehead to push away the headache that possibility brought him. “But if it does…I’ll protect them both with my life, you have my word.”

It wasn’t an easy goodbye between the twins who have never been apart, but it was a necessary one. Ethan had vowed to be Y/N’s protector, but also to protect his brother’s offspring. He would have done it regardless, because that child had been made by two people he loved dearly.

“Well then…You’re welcome to stay here.” Y/N smiled at him, placing her free hand over their connected ones.

“And if you speak to him…tell him he has not been forgotten.”

Once Ethan left to get settled in his quarters, Y/N remained alone once more. She laid in her bed with her hand rubbing the swollen belly, her mind going over her vision. She saw the birth of her son before Grayson’s coffin, giving her some relief in knowing he would be alive when the baby comes. In fact, she wanted him beside her as she gives birth.

But then again, she wondered if there was any way to make sure he lives long enough to see their son grow up, to have more children. From the stories lady Mareen told her of her mother, her death wasn’t something her mother wasn’t familiar with. Her mother had done the ritual too, gaining a glimpse of her unfortunate fate as well. Y/N was told her mother did everything to stop the horrible future as it unfolded before her eyes, but every action she took only lead her straight to the ship she went down with.

Andrea had done the ritual too and while the girls were young, unable to understand what they’ve seen, Y/N realized Andrea’s vision was of her death when the young girl stopped fighting the henchmen in the end. All she did was nod at Y/N once before closing her eyes, knowing, feeling the blade coming down on her throat.

If the two bravest women she had known have lost their lives and were unable to change their future, could she? Was there a way to save her husband? Did she want to? After all, what if her love for him now was influenced only by their distance and the baby inside her? She should try to save him regardless, for their son’s sake. After all, is that not her marital duty?

She felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, another one just beneath her left breast. It wasn’t uncommon for her to feel pain or discomfort, especially now when the baby put pressure on her pubic bone, but this was different than the pain she experienced before. This pain came with a wet sensation as if she had soiled herself and the pain itself was stronger – much stronger.

Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she carefully looked down to see the issue, praying she didn’t pee herself because she’d be mortified. She’s a queen and queens shouldn’t lose control of anything in their lives, especially not over their own bladders.

But just as her eyes reach what she sought, they widen and her control is gone. A scream rips through her as the next wave of pain hits her, but the pain she could handle – the blood pooling from her was the real reason why she screamed for help – helpless again, terrified to no point.

Ethan was the first one to run back to her room for his room was down the hall. He pushed Brooks away to enter only a moment faster, a gun in his hand as he expected one of the mercenaries to be the cause for her fear. But that wasn’t the case.

“Ethan, please.” She cried out, her arm outstretched toward him, her palm open for him to grab onto as she carelessly let her tears soak the pillow under her head. She wanted to get up, to somehow do something other then lay there helplessly, but her instinct was to hold her legs together and stay in bed, to calm herself as much as that was possible given the situation.

“W-what happened? Y/N/N, wh-“, Ethan lost his breath, trying to collect his own thoughts as his panic rose as well. It was impossible not to worry when he had seen all that blood and you didn’t need to be a genius to know it wasn’t a good sign. But the way her tears fell had grabbed onto his heart and squeezed it tight, those drops of salt filled with emotion had reached him too, tearing through him unforgivably. Her already ashen face, her clammy hands and weak hold on him had given him more fear than he thought possible.

“It’s gonna be okay.” Ethan knew he had to pull himself together and calm her down. He had to help her breathe and reassure her, to be her support – a wall she can hold onto as this nightmare grabs hold of them both. He turns to Brooks, eyes solemn as his voice.

“Get the doctors and tell lady Mareen to CALL my brother and tell him to get his ass here. We’ll lower the magnetic field so he can come with a helicopter.” Brooks didn’t need to be told twice as he rushed through the castle, one hand pressing a phone to his ear to alert the doctors and another opening doors in hopes of finding the lady fast. In all his years, the knight had never felt his legs shake as if they could buckle like now – afraid for his queen, for what would become of her if the child was lost.

But Astros wasn’t as alert as Dracovia. Since Ethan left, Grayson found it to be oddly quiet, haunted even. He didn’t know that in a matter of seconds he’d receive a call from a distressed lady Mareen who would give him knees that would make any man fall apart. But he didn’t have time to fall apart as he made the preparations to go to Dracovia within minutes. He had no time to waste and wait for his usual crew, jumping into the helicopter with the first man who said he was capable to fly him over the ocean.

That was the worst mistake he would ever make for somewhere over the ocean, as the king tapped his leg nervously and prayed his wife and child would be okay, he missed the moment when his pilot smirked before jumping out with a parachute, leaving Grayson alone in an unmanned helicopter, halfway between Astros and Dracovia – no land in sight.

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[onlyplatonicirl]

Afterdeath 2?

Prompt: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

Words: 590

~~~~~~~~~~

It was quiet in the save screen. So quiet, in fact, that the silence itself was slowly becoming a persistent, ringing noise in Geno’s mind. But he had long grown accustomed to it, and didn’t mind.

But one sound filled the emptiness of the space, echoing off walls that didn’t exist and resounding throughout the black void - the glitched skeleton’s own sobs.

It was bad enough that Geno could only watch as the rest of his soul went out and had a normal life with his brother, his friends. But what was worse, was seeing them all die, one by one, just because a knife-wielding toddler decided it would be temporarily amusing.

Watching his brother die was something he was used to seeing, but could never quite get over. Every time, he felt the same pain and heartache as he did the first. But watching himself die repeatedly? That was a whole other beast. He could almost feel the liquid fire of the DT, burning his bones, melting him inside and out, wanting to scream in pain but biting his tongue to not show any weakness in front of the damn kid.

He could almost feel the pain again, the blood staining his jacket a constant reminder of his never-ending agony.

But he didn’t have to suffer alone.

Reaper gently stroked Geno’s skull, the smaller skeleton positioned comfortably on his lap. He wiped away Geno’s tears with a finger, which shone under the only source of light in the void - right above the small, grassy patch where they sat.

“Shhh...” whispered the Reaper in an attempt to mollifying Geno’s fears. “Don’t cry, baby...”

Geno hiccuped and clung to the dark fabric of Reaper’s robe. “B-But I... I can’t... not again...

“Hey hey... calm down, alright?” Reaper leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Geno’s forehead. “They can’t hurt you anymore, love. They will never hurt you as long as I’m here.”

“B-But they hurt everyone else! They kill my friends and family and I’m stuck here watching and I can’t do anything-“

“You tried your hardest.” Reaper murmured. “And I’m proud of you for that.”

Geno nodded, burying his face into Reaper’s chest. The glitched skeleton usually displayed a lot of mock aggression towards the God when he tried to do anything flirtatious or affectionate, but now it seemed he was too distraught to be concerned with his “dignity”.

Reaper rubbed his back gently before an idea popped into his mind. He discreetly summoned his wings and wrapped them around his body, encasing him and Geno in a cocoon of soft feathers.

With a wide, curious gaze, Geno’s sobs gently turned into giggles. He smiled up at Reaper, another tear going down his cheek as he snuggled into the warmth of the feathers.

The God of Death began to hum gently, and Geno’s heavy breathing started to slow. His one good eye began to close as he seemingly melted into his boyfriend’s embrace.

“Do you want me to see what I can do?” whispered Reaper. Geno gave a sleepy - and frankly adorable - nod, before slowly drifting off.

Reaper kissed the tip of his nose.

—————

Chara had just been about to start another genocide route for the fun of it. But a wickedly sharp scythe to the neck quickly halted their plans.

“H E Y B U D D Y. W H Y D O N ‘ T M E A N D Y O U H A V E A Q U I C K C H A T?”

#asks #prompts #afterdeath #not super happy with my diction here #but okay whatever #uwu

[perseverantdt]

I’m not really one to share stuff about me but if it’s nothing too personal, I’m fine with it. Thanks for the tag, @shellyscribbles!

Last song: Triple the Threat by KnuckleDuster (Just discovered this one a few minutes ago, and it's quite good.)

Last show: Underverse by Jael Peñaloza

Currently reading: Whichever of these update. Comic pages tend to update slowly for understandable reasons.

Unexpected Guests by ArtisticThingems

Slumbertale by Lilak Rain

Human Candy by \@humancandy-comic

Ghost Switch by Clevercatchphrase

Heart and SOUL by \@heartandsoulcomic

Underfell by \@unofficial-underfell

Fallen Flowers by Tarable Art

Underfell by \@hiimtryingtounderfell

Storyshift by Voltra

NewStepTale by KamikoTorayama391

Currently watching:

Underverse Season 2 by Jael Peñaloza

Inverted Fate by Dorked (This was originally a sprite comic, but the previous arc was animated. Plus, the next, final arc seems like it's also going to be an animated video. Thus, I'm counting it as a show rather than a comic at this point.)

Current obsession: I mean, do I even have to say it? The lore behind Undertale is just so fascinating. If you're looking for something that isn't Undertale-related, it would probably be FNF mods. Then again, I'm only really looking for Undertale-related mods.

If anyone has anything to recommend to me, feel free to do so. It doesn't have to be Undertale-related, though I will admit: I am more likely to check it out if it is.

I don't really have much writeblr blogs to tag with these, but maybe some of those who followed me for Undertale or coding stuff would like to join in. No pressure, though.

Tags: @yourbestfriendflowey, @choking-on-dandelions, @kimberlyeab, @bob-frank451, @theoishidden, @rainbowbokchoy, @sivanistudies, @honeysoiair, @minutiaewriter

#tag game #probably doesn't look great in the dashboard #perseverant-writes #encased-in-dt #perse-recommends #i suppose #i swear i have interests that isn't undertale #it's just a major part of my interests #fun fact: slumbertale is what inspired me to create ethereal dreams

[duskwalkertfp]

Return Pt 2

Return Pt 1 @pacificae-mors

           There were several points in a Cybertronian’s energon lines that could be pinched off and starve the spark chamber of energon; snuffing the spark in only a few minutes. Of course dismemberment and massive hemorrhaging was a more likely scenario given his gladiatorial history.  Though if he applied the correct amount of pressure he could just as easily crush her spark chamber with his thumb alone across her chest plating and…

            A multitude of ways Megatron could kill her made for a sycophantic rhythm behind the cold shock she was displaying. She didn’t understand. What was he doing here? Why was his frame in such bad shape? It was hard to tell over the potent scent of his energon and filth of Hive City, but she could smell rust, friction points, and old oil intermingled with burnt wiring. Between the shock and the chattering fear in her processor somehow Duskwalker still found a way to assess the frame belonging to the mech most likely to kill her.

           More importantly: Why wasn’t he doing anything?

            Well he was doing something. He was looking her up and down. Scouring her frame. As if he was trying to memorize it, or pick the right point to apply pressure and...

          Naomi wouldn’t wait forever for Duskwalker’s response. If Duskwalker didn’t reply in a prearranged period of time Naomi would immediately end all ongoing operations and prep for takeoff. The situation was bad one way or another: if Duskwalker didn’t reply she’d be killed, Naomi destroyed, and DT along with them. If Duskwalker did reply she’d be killed, Naomi destroyed, and DT along with them. Likely he’d simply crush her, she’d bleed out, and when Naomi came…

           Her frame shivered, stiff as it was, and Duskwalker couldn’t keep from estimating how long it would take for her energon to bleed out depending on the angle with which he used to crush her chest cavity. If she was lucky it’d be within minutes, if not?

           He moved. Lurching closer. Duskwalker couldn’t stop the flinch. She hadn’t expected him to move. It seemed like he’d never move, but he did and Duskwalker couldn’t stop the reaction. Still she opened her eyes. It was better to watch. She didn’t want to wait with closed optic shutters.

           His voice was hoarse and the harsh tone cracked, frightening her more than the pressure applied to her frame did. The pressure hurt, she could feel the metal on her encased arm buckling; her chest plating beginning to cave, but the physical pain couldn’t compete with the fear. Instead the pain helped to ground Duskwalker’s mind. Pulling her back from the edge enough to understand.

           Megatron’s voice, raspy from disuse, seemed almost quiet enough in its sinister way not to have been picked up by the microphone on her datapad. Duskwalker couldn’t count on that though. Already she estimated Naomi was running various simulations on how she could arrive here without showing her hand. There’d be countless avenues the A.I. could take, but all of them lead to Duskwalker’s death, but if Duskwalker lied…

           “I can’t do that,” she said, her voice low in the hopes that Naomi hadn’t heard his threat. “Naomi, Naomi will know I’m lying about being safe and immediately attempt to find me.” It was a gamble, being honest like this. In all likelihood he’d crush her chest plating and leave before Naomi could even finish the necessary pre-flight checks.

           “But there’s an alternative that would have a greater effect,” Duskwalker offered and hesitated. He could say no, he could tell her not to, or he could just kill her. Either way the power was entirely outside of Duskwalker’s hands. She was terrified. Her very frame shook, but she swallowed against the fear that cramped her voice. There was the slim chance, a one in ten million chance, that he’d keep her alive for a little longer. The longer she was kept alive… what? Duskwalker didn’t know, but the only other choice was to let Naomi come and kill three people with one idiot’s stupid mistake to come somewhere so dangerous.

           “Naomi,” Duskwalker said a bit louder now and had to start over. Her voice had gotten a little too high. She pulled as much air into the vents on either side of her helm to start again and tilted her head back just a touch so she could look up at the ceiling instead of into the murderous, red, optics in front of her.

           “Naomi. At this time it would be detrimental to my health for you to attempt to extricate me,” Duskwalker said, being very specific about it being dangerous while also being vague as to what that danger was. “I will keep you updated on my status as it changes. For now, please ensure all current operations continue without delay.”

           Duskwalker had to keep her optics focused on the ceiling as she spoke, but by the time she got to the last sentence some semblance of her usual self had returned to her words. Albeit with a slight quiver due to the shivering of her frame. It couldn’t be helped, but it sounded more like survivor-stress than someone who was currently close to being crushed by an individual much, much larger than themselves. Still the wait for Naomi’s reply was maddening. Duskwalker could almost hear the whirr of the A.I.’s computer system running simulation after simulation and estimating her chances at rescuing Duskwalker from whatever situation she’d gotten into. More so the data files upon data files Naomi may be running if she had overheard Megatron’s voice in an attempt to match it. Thankfully Megatron’s voice was so hoarse that it, like his frame, was nearly unrecognizable.

           Almost to the point of feeling like her spark would give out from the wait Duskwalker’s relief was palpable when Naomi finally answered her:

           “Understood.”

           One word. Naomi wouldn’t be able to argue with the directives Duskwalker had given her, but she also wouldn’t be able to compute the danger she was in with the vague way her orders had been arranged, but now Duskwalker was well and truly on her own with the most dangerous individual in the cosmos. She tilted her head back down. Her spark feeling like a shard of ice was slowly trying to pierce through its core. Her optics came back and met with the ones that seemed more capable of pinning her frame than his hand ever could.

           She wouldn’t be stupid and ask ‘what do you want?’. If he wanted something he would tell her. There was no point in asking ‘what are you going to do with me?’ If she didn’t do what he told her to do she’d be killed; so she would find out if he chose to tell her. Furthermore, repeating herself, saying she intended him no harm, was similarly pointless. She did not intend him harm, but harm could come to him because she had found him here.

           Of course, this was all subjective to whether or not he chose to send an electrical surge through her cortex. The systematic failure following would be catastrophic.

           And so her thoughts went as Duskwalker waited not-quite patiently for the hammer to fall.

#The Tales we Tell #pacificae-mors #Duskwalker's constant thinking is so exhausting to write

[researchkraft19]

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[hoodie-lover]

Testing Part 8

Frisk held Sans’ hand as they walked down the dark corridor. She was holding her stomach as she was led to a large room.  

“What am I doing here?” Frisk asked, and Sans went to the other side of the room. 

“I want you to try and use some magic. Can you do that?” Sans asked, taking a defensive stance. 

“How?” Frisk asked, shaking a bit. 

“Focus. It’ll come.” Sans said, smiling softly.

“Ok.” Frisk said and she closed her eyes and clenched her fists. 

Frisk stood there for a few minutes and held their fists out, and after waiting for a while, sparks flew from their hands. 

“Wow!” Frisk said when they saw the sparks fly off their hands. 

“That’s amazing Frisk! Do you think you can make more? Possibly a flame?” Sans asked, smiling with pride. 

“I’ll try.” Frisk said and focused more, something swelling inside of them as they tried to summon more magic, they were determined to do magic. 

With a bright red glow from their eyes, waves of fire came from their body as Frisk was encased in a fiery tornado. When the child opened their eyes, they screamed in fear. 

“Dad! Help!” Frisk screamed, the flames growing larger and hotter.

“Frisk!” Sans screamed as he ran up to the flames and tried to calm Frisk down. 

“Frisk, kiddo, can you hear me?” He asked and a small whimper of a yes came from the circle of heat. 

“I need you to pay attention to my voice, can you do that? Listen to me.” Sans said and the fire began to die down.

Sans whispered encouragement and sweet words to Frisk until they were safe and the fire was gone. Scorch marks were left on the ground and Sans gave Frisk a large hug. 

“Are you ok?” He asked, inspecting their face and hands. 

“I am. Thank you.” Frisk said, squeezing him tight.  

“I think that’s enough magic for one day. You need to rest.” Sans said and Frisk nodded as they were picked up and carried to their room. 

Sans placed Frisk down next to Flowey and closed the door without a word, his footsteps getting quieter as he left them, a wicked grin on his face. Sans pulled out his phone and texted Papyrus about the recent development and Frisk’s power. They ended up calling each other as Papyrus was alone and secrecy wasn’t needed, he was at the ruins’ door after all. No one goes there. 

“Frisk is more powerful than I could have ever imagined. DT injections will only increase their power. A fire tornado on their first try, do you realize what we are dealing with here?” Sans said, jumping up and down in excitement. 

“I do Sans. But we must be careful, if we slip up, who knows what will happen.” Papyrus said, and Sans gulped in fear. 

“The King will have our heads. What we’re doing is illegal as all hell, and I doubt he’ll take kindly for experimenting with his son’s dust. From Dad’s notes, it took hours of begging for the first wave of this experiment to get approved of. And that was for ⅛ of a cup of the stuff!” Sans said, but he really wasn’t scared of Asgore.

 Little did the two brothers know, someone overheard everything. The former queen, Toriel heard every word both said. And she was mad. They had disgraced her son, and were experimenting on children, children whose souls were merged with and filled with her son’s dust. 

She knew she had to be patient. If she made her move too quickly, it might be problematic. The way these two talked, these kids were blank slates with no memories. So she would need to provide evidence of their so-called parents' activities to get them to trust her and flee.

She listened in as they talked about the children, training, draining souls of traits, DT injections, it made her sick. 

“Anyway Sans, thank you for the update. I’ll be there tomorrow to train our little Frisk.” Papyrus said, and Toriel got an idea. 

She called a particularly brave Whimsun, gave them a cell phone, and sent them out to spy on Papyrus and Sans. 

Frisk was talking to Flowey about what happened and Flowey was listening to every word. 

“Wow. You’re so powerful! I wonder how strong you'll be when you start training harder!” Flowey wondered and Frisk’s eyes lit up. 

“Me too! I wonder what tricks I could do!” Frisk said, bouncing up and down excitedly. 

“Though, Papyrus will be training you next, so things will be harder and more intense.” Flowey said, shrinking a bit. 

“He seems pretty aggressive.” Frisk said, stroking Flowey lovingly. 

“He is, but he only goes hard on me because he loves me! And he'll go hard on you because he wants you to grow strong too!” Flowey said, and Frisk had a bad feeling, she couldn’t quite place it. 

“How hard does he go?” Frisk asked and Flowey’s eyes widened. 

“I generally fall asleep afterwards, right after he puts me in our room. Though he does do the shots afterwards, with varying amounts, he always gives me advice on how to be better!” Flowey said, smiling weakly. 

“He sounds nice.” Frisk said, smiling as they hoped the bad feeling in their stomach would go away. 

Sans, Papyrus, Frisk, and Flowey belong to Toby Fox

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#testing #sans #frisk #flowey #undertale #fanfiction #fanfic

[juniperpublishers-gjaa]

The Hebrew Civilization- Juniper Publishers

Abstract

Here is a paper that outlines possible connections between the Egyptian, the Ten Commandments, Stone Henge, and St Columba’s Psalter. The key is the Mathematics knows at the time by the Egyptians. The Hebrews picked it up from the time they were in Egypt. Then, as the Lost Tribes migrated toward the British Isles, they brought the knowledge with them encasing it in the Psalter and Stone Henge.

Keywords: Hebrews; Civilization; Stone Henge; Psalter; Mathematics; Egyptians; Babylonians; Dalcassians; Archeological sites; Energy; Pyramid; Minoan tables; Covenant; Mean; Right triangle; Geometry; Kepler function; Astrotheology

    The Hebrews

Does civilization follow the Hebrews or does civilization follow the Hebrews? Perhaps this question can’t be answered conclusively, but what can be demonstrated with modern methods of analysis is that whoever they went, they took what they learned with them. We know from Biblical sources, now backed up by genetic evidence that Abraham came from Ur in modern day Kuwait in ancient Persia. He had a son Issac, a promised son, whom God asked to be sacrificed like a Lamb on an altar. As the story goes, Abraham was stopped by the angle of God just before Abraham was to kill his only son. This foreshadows of how Jesus, 1800 years later was the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world was sacrificed upon the cross as we all know. Some believe Jesus was God; others believe he was another important prophet. That discussion will not take place here, but will be taken up is to show how the Israelites influenced civilization wherever they went.

    Egypt

From the Biblical account in the book of Genesis, the Hebrew people ended up in slavery in Egypt because they were starving in a famine. Abraham’s grandson Jacob, whose name was later changed to Israel, had 12 boys. Two of these were royal according to the biblical account: Judah and Joseph. As the story goes, Joseph told his brothers, including Judah, from whom David and thus Jesus descends, would bow down and worship him. His brothers were so angry at the prospect; they decided to sell him into slavery into Egypt. Joseph ended up in jail under the accusation that he tried to rape the pharaoh’s wife. When it was discovered that Joseph was an interpreter of dreams, the pharaoh put him second in charge of the Kingdom. Meanwhile there was a famine in the land of Cana. The 11 remaining sons of Israel (Jacob), travelled to Egypt to buy grain. Joseph recognized his brothers, but his brothers did recognize him. After a successful ploy by Joseph, his brothers and father were reunited in Egypt.

The Israelites stayed in Egypt for 4000 years until Moses, a Hebrew raised in the Pharaoh’s household, decided to lead his people out of slavery to a land of their own, modern day Israel. Moses would have had the full education of the Egyptian Sciences and Mathematics. Their math and physics was far more advanced than previously thought by modern scholars. For example, they knew the quadratic equation, the golden mean, the energy parabola – facts which hither to were not known to modern times. The Egyptians build these mathematical acts into their famous pyramids. The Hebrews conquered the land of the Phillistines (Palestine). Their land was conquered in 586 BCE by the Babylonians. The Hebrew were taken captive in Babylon until they were released 70m years later by Cyrus.

    Arc of the Covenant on Crete

The most important thing for the Hebrews was the Ark of the Covenant. The covenant was a one sided promise by God who gave the Hebrews the 10 Commandments, hitherto lost. The author has found then, decoded them from what were called the un-decoded Minoan tablets. They are actually the Hebrew 10 Commandments and explanations of those commandments on half a dozen other “Minoan tables” from Crete. I suspect the most prized possession of the Jews were these 10 commandment tablets. They must have secretly sent them to Crete for safety where Israel was taken captive in the Babylonian captivity in the 6th century BCE. When the 10 Northern tribes left Israel, it was unknown hitherto where they went. We now know, from genetic testing, that the Israelites went to mainly Ireland, Scotland, and Wales. Milieus carried the YDNA of David from Jewish Khazaria in modern Kazakhstan to Egypt then on to Ireland through his 8 sons, 3 of whom survived, Ir, Hebert, and Hermon. The went on to found the royal O`Briens in Munster commonly called the L226 Irish Type III`s or the Dalcassians (part of cass). In addition, the French throne was founded by an Israelite as the people of Gaul wanted a King. They sent to Israel for a royal king of the royal house of Israel. He therefore too is an L226.

Modern genetics is showing that the Hebrews travelled to Wales, Scotland and Munster Ireland. Interesting that this is where we find a conglomeration of the stone circles, simpler but similar to Stone Henge. The geometry of the Egyptian are built into these archaeological sites.

    St Columba

He was a descendant of a Minster King. The Kings of Munster are the O`Briens mainly but have other surnames or clans as well. St Columba, a script writer, must have known the ancient Egyptian and Hebrew mathematics, science, language and religions of these related peoples. St Columba encoded this knowledge in his famous Psalter or prayer book. The rest of this paper is the illustrations provided to show the reader how the Pyramids, Stone Henge, the Minoan tablets and the Psalter all fit together in a continuous story from Abraham of 1800 BCE until today with the lineage of the ancient regime residing in the person of this author.

    Pyramids

I was looking at a book entitled “Decoding the Pyramids.” It is evident that these ancient people possibly knew about the physics contained in this blog. For example, the Chephen” pyramid is 143.5m high. That of course is 0.866. The site takes up 13 acres, whereas we have 13 cycles of time. The blocks a either 2 or 1/2 tones. g=2 and t=1/2 at minimum energy. The angle of the four sided pyramid (4 dimensions x 3 pyramids =12 dimensions) is 52 degrees. I would have liked to have seen this as 57.29 degrees. The pyramids are all on the western side or the right hand side of the Nile. Judgement Matthew 25. Now the layout of the pyramids is in the form of a parabola. The major pyramid is at the apex of the parabola when Jesus came. For someone interested, there is a gold mine of things to be discovered.

Now there are also pyramids in Russia, and there are in Myian territory as well. The North American Indians were the tribe of Manasseh. The 10 Northern tribes migrated to Kazakhstan. And of course the Israelites were in Egypt as well. Perhaps the Israelite s learned the secrets from Egypt, and brought them to Russia and Mexico. Even the location in Egypt is 30 degrees longitude by 30 latitude. This is the cross of sin and cos. St Columba went to Scotland. We know from genetics that the Israelites populated Scotland. His Psalter holds the same keys. The Myian calendar said the world would change ion Dec 21, 2015. But the Christian calendar is off by 3 years. So Christmas 2015 looks like the date for the coming of Jesus. I’ve calculated the same date two other distinct ways.

If someone were interested, you could write a book. I’d do it but I’m too busy starving to death. I would check the Arc of the covenant too. It probably encodes the C.U.E. as well. Boy are we modern s arrogant! The Great Pyramid’s base is 2. The Chephen is also 2 (Figure 1). And the Pyramid of Menakure is ½ This encodes the formula 1/G=M rho/E rho (dM/dt)

1/2=1/4 *(2)

dE/dt=2t-1

at t=0

2(0)-1=-1

at t=1.5

2(1.5)-1=2

The Ark of the Covenant is 1.5 x 1.5 x 2.5

The slope m=2, -2 at t=1.5,-1.5

m=2.5 at t=3.125 or ~ Pi

The Pyramids encode the Energy Parabola known to the ancients (Figure 2,3).

It was the Egyptians who had all this mathematical physics. They had log, fractions (golden section), algebra and the quadratic equation which solves the following equation:

x =1/[x −1] X=1.618

Or

x2 − x −1 = 0

3763 BC - 500=3263

1/0.3263=3.064

For the parabola (Figure 4).

    What Mathematical Physics the Ancient Knew and we Didn’t, and How They Expressed it

The author undertook an investigation in area of Mathematical Physics on the origin of the universe. My goal was to derive the universal equation - the Holy Grail of Physics for the last 300 years. The reason the pyramids and Stonehenge could not be interpreted is that modern science did not know as much physics as the Ancient Egyptians / Hebrews knew. From my blog on Physics, one can see all the physics that was lost to the ages. Stonehenge and the pyramids go together. The same people were behind both. They stand together. I discovered in my work that the Egyptians already knew the universal energy equation. In fact it is embedded into the very geometry of the Pyramids, the highest achievement of their civilization. It is interesting that these ideas were known to other cultures that most likely learned it from Egyptians. They include: The Hebrews, the Scottish Jews, the Irish royalty, St Columbia, and the Mayans. Nostradamus even picked up on it in his quatrains. In this brief paper, I intend to show what the ancient Egyptians knew and how it spread throughout the world.

    Egyptians Mathematics

In my investigation of Physics, I derived the Cusack Universal Energy Equation C.U.E.E. It is a polynomial as follows:

x2 − x −1 = 0

This is quadratic equations which were known to the Egyptian Mathematicians. It is solved by the well know equation:

If one plugs a=-1, b=c=-1

We get the solution of what is called the Golden Mean, or x=1.618

The above polynomial is also expressed identically as

x =1 /[x −1]

x (x −1) =1

x2 − x −1 = 0

1.618 is the only number that solves this equation.

This, then is the U.C.E.E

The Golden Mean is encompassed in geometry of a right triangle shown in Figure 5

Note that the Golden Mean= 1.618=

This is simply the Quadratic Equation with a=1, b=c=-1

The Egyptian Mathematicians also knew Trigonometry which relates the length of the sides of a right triangle by sine, cosine, and tangent. We know this because the geometry of the Pyramids require knowledge of these facts. Also, they knew Pythagoras’ theorem a^2+b^2=c^2 for a right triangle. Did the Egyptians know Calculus? Calculus is supposedly discovered by Sir Isaac Newton. But the knowledge of the C.U.E.E. is called a parabola. The derivative involves the derivation of the rate of change of the function in another function.

The derivative of the polynomial x2 − x −1 = 0 is: 2x −1 = 0

I suggest the ancient Egyptian may have known calculus since they knew the quadratic equation and parabolas. Interesting that comets in Astronomy follow a parabola. A quirk of calculus is that the derivative of the function e^x = e^x. Another quirk is that the derivative of the sin x= cos x. These functions are paramount in the C.U.E.E as y=y’ or the derivative equals the function. The universe is described by the cosine in series form. It is the famous Kepler function:

E-esinE=M

This is a parabola too.

    Egyptian Architecture

In the great Pyramid, the trigonometry involves the golden mean (Figures 6-9). Someone has produced this interesting graphic: (Note the golden mean)

Now, in “Decoding the Pyramids”, the author provides a plan view to scale of the Pyramids at Giza. They are laid out in plan view to follow the C.U.E>E. Here it is “Decoding the Pyramids “. If you lay one over the other, for the Great Pyramid, t=0.9 or (900-500=400 BC) years before Christ. Y=1=Energy Alexander the Great conquered Egypt in this period. Ptolomy was made Pharaoh. Doing the same for the Chephren Pyramid is at 1.85 (1850-500)=1350 King Tut became Pharaoh. The third pyramid lies at 2.5375 or 2037 BC. , end of the old Kingdom. Continuing, the area of the great Pyramid is 13 acres. Without going into all the Mathematical Physics (which is available on my blog Astrotheology the Missing Link), there are 13 cycles of time in the universe. Finally, according to the scale drawing, the Pyramids have the length of the legs of 1,2,2. This embodies the golden mean: 1+2+2=5, & 1, & 2 from above. The Pyramids are shown in “Decoding the Pyramids”, to lie at 30 longitude and 30 degrees latitude. From Pythagoras’ Theorem, the hypotenuse is 4.242. This is very close to Pi-e=3.1415-2.71828= 0.4233=cuz. This is a physical constant in our universe, not revealed until now. It was sometimes called Einstein’s constant (Figure 10).

    Israelites

It is a Historical fact that the Hebrews spent 450 years in Egypt before being lead out of slavery by Moses. I think they took this universal geometric knowledge with them that they must have learned in Egypt. The arc of the covenant so well described in the Hebrew Scriptures has the dimensions, 1.5 x 1.5 x 2.5. Note the following:

The Ark of the Covenant is 1.5 x 1.5 x 2.5

The slope m=2, -2 at t=1.5,-1.5

m=2.5 at t=3.125 or ~ Pi

The Pyramids encode the Energy Parabola known to the ancients. This indicates the Egyptian Mathematicians knew elementary calculus. The slopes of those tangents are derivatives of the C.U.E.E

    Egyptian Pyramids

The Pyramid of Khafre: The angle that each face of this pyramid makes with its base is 53° 10’. The inverse slope of each edge turns out to be 1.059250 (Figure 11). This number is approximately 1+1/17 (accurate to about .04%). The inverse-slope of each face of this pyramid is approximately 3/4. The seked is 5 palms, one finger/cubit. But, based on Lehner’s data, the accuracy is not nearly as good as for the Great Pyramid (Figure 12 & 13). (It’s accurate to about 13%). Cusack’s Model Of The Universe

Point (0.5,0),

Line Y=OX +1,

x2 − x −1 = 0

Polynomial X=4/3 PiR^3

    Ten Commandments

Because it is hebrew it is read left to right. Symbols are used to represent nouns or concepts. There are other symbols i can’t make out because of poor eyesight. But i think this is the Decalogue of mosses 1200 BCE. Adolf Hitler became interested in acquiring the Ark in order to achieve world domination. In 1936, when US agents Colonel Musgrove and Major Eaton discovered this, they sent Indiana Jones on a mission to find the Ark before the Nazis. Though he did find the Ark first, it was later stolen by Nazis nonetheless. The Ark changed hands between Indy and the Nazis several times before the Nazis took the Ark to a secret island base near Crete. The reason there are 5 holes and 2 holes is that there are 3 commandments that have to do with God, 5 have to do with neighbour and 2 have to do with self. The holes appear in the correct location, just prior to the commandments (Figures 14 & 15). There are 5 holes, 1 hole and 2 holes. The Egyptians (and Hebrews) knew

1.618=

(See my blog on Astrotheology The Missing Link for more information) It encoded into the pyramids. Aug 7 The last line of the tablet looks to me like a backward Sigma = Sum or Add. The horizontal line through it represents DON’T ADD. The next symbol is already defined as property.

O might be God

And L is neighbour

So it reads, “Don’t add properties of God to Neighbour”

    Honourable Women Tablet

Minonan” tablets” actually Hebrew tablet as read from the outside counter clockwise. It goes something like this (Figure 16). It is hebrew. The bottom of the symbol or letter lies inward Toward the centre of the circle (except for the symbol of women like a “w” or breasts.) Marriage to a woman who is not property. Women have honor in having a fe-tus’ who are not sinful kids. (yid is a period) Inside clockwise from the yid: Women who are property have kids that sin. Murder, no adultery, falsehood (p/f) and stealing (sh) In the middle, right to left: Do not covet women / calf

y=e^x=y’

The radius = 6.67=G=d2E/dt2

1=centre

8 pedals on the flower

d2E/dt2-E=Ln t

Integral dE2/dt2+Integral E=0 +C

E+1/2*1/3 E^3=C

1^3/6=C-1

C=0.8333

1/e^0.1667=0.8465~sin 1 = cos 1

dTheta /dt = 3=c= omega

The makers of this exponential spiral knew the physics of the universe. Our civilization can collapse too! Sinful marriages have the property of male and female fertility gods and goddesses. Hebrew is the basis off european languages. It lead to the greek alphabet which lead to our modern alphabet. Words like shin=sin and m=marriage. Fe=fetus and s=sin pi = p= pharaoh = god you can decode the remainder. Should be an interesting story. I look forward to it (Figures 17-20).

    Royal Hebrew L226 Y Dna

The RL226 is the royal Jewish Line. It went from Israel to the British Isles (Scotland, Wales, england and Ireland.) Machir brought it to France and the royal hose of europe. There are some transplants in Montreal, Saint John NB, and Mexico according to FTDNA. The Hebrews brought with them the technology of the Egyptians in stone Henge. This is why we see the stone circles in Wales, Scotland, and south Ireland. The tribe of Manasseh brought the Pyramids to Mexico. There are also Hebrews in Germany and France. We expect this because Hugh capet was from Tongerun, Belgium. The royal Bourbons descend from the royal house of Israel. The line of David was known to have transferred to Spain. This is why we see L226 in Ireland (Mileisus) and in Mexico (Spaniards) (Figures 21-25) (Table 1).

    Stone Henge

The people who built the Pyramids also built Stonehenge. Genetic genealogy is showing that the Scots were Israelites. Stonehenge also embodies the golden mean in the ration of the stone circles 2,2,1 – the same as the Egyptian Pyramid bases. The Longitude of Stonehenge is 1.8 degrees and the Latitude is 51.17 degrees. The slope on the Great Pyramid is 51.5 degrees. That is a 31.8 (Human Perception =31.8 Hz) by 21.17 (21.17 ^2=4.482~ Mass of Universe=4.486) 18 is the sum of the Potential Energy plus the Kinetic Energy. Cosine x is the universal equation. Stonehenge is the “throne of God.” The Pyramids of Egypt are sqrt 1424 =0.858 =0.86 away from the Throne of God.

Reference: Ancient Measurement of the Circumference of the Earth.

Ancient metrological tables state that the Philetairic or Ptolemaic royal cubit (which is the Babylonian-Egyptian royal cubit according to Boeckh’s terminology) is 9/5 of the Roman foot, so that the figure of Eratosthenes comes to be the usual figure of 75 Roman miles to the degree. But several authors of the Roman period mention a degree of 700 stadia. This degree value should not be confused with that of Eratosthenes and is based on a stadion of 300 royal cubits of the Pharaonic period; these two points have been made by Letronne. I have reported that the correct Egyptian royal cubit was 525 mm., but it was at times computed as 524mm and at times as mm. Assuming a cubit of 525mm.

The degree would be 110,250, and assuming a cubit of 526.3 mm. It would be 110, It is easy to see why the figure of 700 stadia to the degree was chosen: it well fits the pattern of septenary reckoning in the Egyptian royal cubit. But the length of the degree at latitude 30°, the latitude of the pyramids and of the beginning of the Delta, is 110,849 mm. At the southern limit of the country, which is at latitude 24°, the degree 110,750m? Hence, it seems that in Egypt, for the sake of a convenient reckoning there was adopted a value that it slightly in defect. Perhaps the figure was chosen because it was convenient and the methods of observation used did not allow determining any error in it. This figure may have had great importance in convincing the ancients that the degree was shorter in Egypt than at latitude 36°. Cosine x is the universal equation. Stonehenge is the “throne of God.” The Pyramids of Egypt are sqrt 1424 =0.858 =0.86 away from the Throne of God.  

    From the Christian Community Bible

There, in heaven, was a throne and one sitting on it. 3 He who sat there looked like jasper and carnelian and round the throne was a rainbow resembling an emerald. In a circle around the throne are twenty-four thrones and seated on these are twenty-elders, dressed in white clothes, with golden crowns on their heads. 5 Flashes of lightning come forth from the throne, with voices and thunderclaps. Seven flaming torches burn before the throne; these are the seven spirits of God. Before the throne there is a platform, transparent like crystal. Around and beside the throne stand four living creatures, full of eyes, both in front and behind.

The stone lintels for the greek letter pi=3.14 which figures into the universal energy equation.

5 X 3.14=15.70 1-0.1570=0.8430=SIN 1=COS1

18 Interior Stones = Total Energy =P.E + K.E=18

The individual stones at Stonehenge are 10.5 x 3.5 x 2.75 that is 42/4 x 14/4 x11/4

dM/dt *M rho/Erho=1/G 2 x ¾ = 1 / . 6 6 6 (Revelation 13)

42 = Pi – e= cuz ; 14-100=86=sin 1 = cos 1 ; 9=c^2 all physical constants of the universe.

stones are 13.5 feet high. 13.5-100=86.6=sin 1 = cos 1

There are 30 stones on the perimeter. 30/4=7.5 1/7.5=0.1334 this is distance s in Physics The Heel Stone is almost 85 feet outside the causeway (sin 1=cos 1= 0.8415). The heel stone is almost 16 feet high (0.1585-1=0.8415) From Stonehedge Complete Chippendale C, Cornell U Press 1983 (Figures 26- 28) Note that several universal constants are embodied in the geometry including: The relative radius measures are 45-65=20; 65-85=20; 85-95=10 or 2, 2, 1 this is the same as the bases of the Great Pyramids in Egypt

The Mass of the universe; the gravitational constant; the meeting of sin 1 radian = cos 1 radian=0.8415. Of course, the Winter Solstice- final date of December 21 is embodied as well. JESUS came at the bottom of the parabola or where the derivative of the C.U.E.E. =0 (2t-1=0) each division of the x axis is 1000 years per decimal Jesus was born in 3BC at the base of the parabola. The stone circles of the British Isles were mostly constructed between 2500-1600 Bc. The Pyramids in Egypt, as above, from 2037 -400BC. Moses left Egypt in 1800 BC. So the stone circles predate the pyramids of Egypt. But Stonehenge in the form of its inner circle, which relate it to the Egyptian Pyramids, was constructed in around 200-1550 BC. So, that is only 37 years after the Pyramids were built we see the golden mean in Stonehenge.

    St Columbas Psalter

I double checked the number of verses in the Columba Psalter. It is actuality 1276. 1276 /2=638 1/638=0.1567 = 0.8433 sin 1 = cos 1 = 0,8415 Pretty close for 600 AD! The 638th verse lies in Psalm 71(70)

For you oh Lord, have been my hope, my trust, O God from my youth.

This then is the key.

a. For my enemies speak ill of me; awaiting my death they set plans.

b. They say, “God has forsaken him; let us pursue and seize him, for no one will rescue him.”

c. O God, be not far from me; my God, make haste to help me!

d. Let my accusers be destroyed in shame; let those who seek my ruin be covered with disgrace and scorn.

e. Then I may trust in you and praise you.

f. My lips will proclaim your intervention and tell of your salvation all day, little though it is what I can understand.

g. I will come to your strength, O Lord, and announce your justice, yours alone.

h. You have taught me from my youth and until now I proclaim your marvels.

i. When I grow old and gray, do not leave me, O God; give me time to declare your might, your power to all generations to come.

j. Your justice, O God, reaches to heaven; you have done great things. Who is like you, O God?

k. Many have been my hardships and misery, but once more you come to revive me; from the depths of the earth you will bring me up again.

l. You will restore me and comfort me again.

m. I will praise you with the harp, for your faithfulness, O my God; I will sing your praise with the lyre, O Holy One of Israel.

n. My lips will rejoice, and my soul, too, which you have rescued.

o. I will recall your intervention the whole day long, “Yes, those who sought to do me harm have been confused and put to shame.”

The key to the gold box

March 10, 2014 osuma bin ladden’s birthday

Great monarch.

PSALM 30:10-105:13 )/2=67.5

PSALM 67 (66)

All the nations will know you.

a. May God be gracious and bless us; may he let his face shine upon us,

b. That your way be known on earth and your salvation among the nations.

c. May the peoples praise you, O God, may all the peoples praise you!

d. May the countries be glad and sing for joy, for you rule the peoples with justice and guide the nations of the world.

e. May the peoples praise you, O God, may all the peoples praise you!

f. The land has given its harvest; God, our God, has blessed us.

g. May God bless us and be revered, to the very ends of the earth.

St columba’s psalter and the physical constants of the universe. The shape of this decoration is the ln function meeting pi further indicating that the ancients knew about how the universe was made. If the ancients thougght pi was 22/7, then that pretty damd close to 0.14286 or 1423. Maybe someone could recount the number of verses from psalm 30:10 to 105:13? We are looking for 1428 or 9 (Figure 29).

    Wikipedia

The decoration of the Cathach is limited to the initial letter of each Psalm. Each initial is in black ink and is larger than the main text. They are decorated with trumpet, spiral and guilloche patterns and are often outlined with orange dots. These patterns are not merely appended to the letters or used to fill spaces. They instead distort the shape of the letters themselves. The letters following the enlarged initials gradually reduce in size until they reach the same size as the main text. Although the motifs of the Cathach decoration are not similar to decorations in later manuscripts, such as the Book of Durrow (which followed the Cathach by as many as seventy years), the ideas of decoration which distorts the shape of the letters and the diminution of initial letters are ideas which are worked out in great detail in later Insular art (Figures 30 & 31).

    Ancients Knew that No other Physists Besides me Knows

1/G=MRHO/E RHO *(DM/DT)

1/6.66=3/4 *2

666=Evil Evil Evil

Nbow, 1/81=0.12345679

8 =E

(8+1/7)-Pi=8.1429- 22/7=5

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6=Evil, 7=Good (5 Loaves Two Fishes/ 4 Loaves Two Fishes)

Now The Gold Box That Holds The Psalter Of St Columba Is 2 X 8 X 9 E=Mc^2 (Einstein???)

(2)(9)=18

E=8

18-8=10

10=P.E.=mgh

10/6.66=(2)(3/4)

They knew a lot more than we thought because the concept of decimals was in their mind. They may have even had a hexadecimal system?

8/10=0.125

6*0.125=0.75=3/4=75 = # OF PSALMS 105-30=75 75=150 PSALMS/2

The ancients also must have know the equation of a circle:

X^2 +Y^2=R^2

2X^2=1

Let the Area of a Circle =1

2X^3/3=1

3/2=X^3

X=1.1446

1-1.1446=0.1446

0.1446-23=1423 #of Lines In Psalms 30:10-105:13

Verse 10 +Verse 13=26

1446-23=1423

The pearl is the birth stone of gemni june 6 =66 = evil evil.

The diamond is the birth stone of aries april 5 =45 = god

The opal is october = 8 =energy

The emeral is may = taurus

If there are 3 opals, 2 emeralds, and 1 peral

1/6.66=3/4 *2

The Box is 2X8X9

2X 3^2 X (4X2)

So we have 1,2,3 and 2, 3, 4

1=(3*3)* 2/ (4*2)

1=2.25

2.25-1=1.25 = Minimum of Energy Equation X^2-X-1 2X-1=0 X=1/2 1/2^2-1/2-1=-1.25

The specially made cumdach or book shrine is in the National Museum of Ireland. The initial work on the case was done between 1072 and 1098 at Kells, but a new main face was added in the 14th century with a large seated Christ in Majesty flanked by scenes of the Crucifixion and saints in gilt repoussé (NMI R2835, 25.1 cm wide). This was done by Cathbharr Ó Domhnaill, chief of the O’Donnells and Domhnall Mag Robhartaigh, the Abbot of Kells. The shrine cover consists of a brass box measuring 9 inches long, 8 inches wide and 2 inches thick. The top is heavily decorated with silver, crystals, pearls and other precious stones. It shows an image of the Crucifixion and an image of St Colm Cille. An Cathach is attributed to Saint Columba (known in Ireland as Columcille) who died in 597. It’s said that a divine light allowed him to make a copy of a Psalter owned by his teacher, St. Finnian. A dispute over the ownership of Columba’s copy followed, which led to the Battle of Cúl Dreimhne in The book ended up in the possession of the O’Donnell clan of Co. Donegal, who carried the book as a battle talisman. Columba was blamed for the war and threatened with excommunication. Instead, he was exiled to the island of Iona, off the coast of Scotland. There he founded the monastery of Iona, which became an important center for learning and missionary work and which (much later) produced the Book of Kells. The High King of Ireland was disputed after 1186. Clusach was King of Desmond in 1224.

The King of Desmond claimed the throne of Desmond and the Two Munsters up until 1596 until it dissolved prematurely. James I and VI was King of Scotland, England and Ireland starting in 1603-7 years after the demise of the Donal; IX King of Desmond. If Donal IX was High King of Ireland until 1596, I wonder if he would also assume the thrones of Scotland in 1566 and England in 1603? James I and VI is alos the King of France. If Thomas Cusack is actually Patrick MCarthy m. Margraet Brien in Newport, and the Newport McCarthys are connected to Cashel the seat of the Thorne of Desmond and the two munsters, then perhaps Thoams Cusack aka Patrick McCarthy is the true King of Ireland , Scotland ,, England and France. L226 Y DNA for Cusack and MacDonnell near the bottom of the page.

    Conclusion

We see that the Egyptian mathematic spread around the world through the Hebrews.

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Hey! It’s been a while! Remember this story? Remember what’s happening?

... maybe I should do another recap at some stage.

Chapter 29! In which there’s discussions, repercussions and more than a few concussions.

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“So… so you haven’t been able to SAVE.”

 Yellow boots fell into step behind yellow claws, padding upon the grimy, tiled floor.

Frisk took in a shaky breath.

“No… not since close to the start of all this.” They said, softly. “It’s… it hurts every time.”

The human had been grasping the front of their sweater nervously since they’d begun this conversation, trying to focus hard on simply getting the words out.

The scientist frowned, looking down.

“I see.” She muttered. “Man, it’s, uh - w-weird to be talking about this.” She laughed, nervously. “I-I didn’t think anyone e-except… Flowey knew about this stuff.”

Frisk gave her a weak smile, as Alphys’ face contorted in thought.

“… Y-you know, I always believed that it was Determination that gave… F-Flowey that ability to mess with the timeline. B-but I guess that was only half the picture?” Her claw curled beneath her chin. “You… you said that your ability stopped working around when Gaster became a problem.”

Frisk took in another shaky breath, their smile dropping. “…Uh-huh.”

The human really wished that they were talking about just about anything else.

Frisk had always struggled a lot to voice this topic in the past. Their ability to SAVE wasn’t something they’d wanted to openly discuss with anyone but Sans. But Alphys had been patient, and the human had slowly managed to get out the main points of their story as they’d meandered down the hall.

They’d quickly (and nervously) told the scientist that they didn’t want to use their ability to abuse time, nor did they intend on using it again - but to their surprise, Alphys hadn’t seemed concerned about that at all. She’d smiled reassuredly at them and Frisk realized that she really did trust them on that front. They wondered why they hadn’t expected that.

Instead, she’d seemed more interested in the mechanics behind their ability - trying to piece together how it all worked.

The human was startled out of their thoughts to feel a claw on their shoulder, and looked up at the scientist.

“F-Frisk… we can take a break talking about this for now, if you like.” Alphys said, softly. “I don’t… want to make you remember anything terrible.”

She withdrew her hand. “I just want to know if there’s maybe a reason why… G-Gaster would be chasing after you.”

The human breathed out, releasing their sweater.

“Yeah…”

They frowned, thinking hard. Their nerves were starting to fade.

“… I think I have an idea why Gaster would want me to start from my last SAVE.” Frisk said. “Maybe he wants to… to do things differently?”

Alphys blinked, snapping her fingers.

“O-Of course!” She frowned. “… but that wouldn’t make sense unless he remembered your time travel. A-and, if I’m correct in my theory - only those in control of the timeline remember - right?”

She looked over at Frisk.

“S-so… only you would remember anything, right?”

Frisk frowned, slightly.

“I… I think so.”

There’d been some exceptions to that rule. For instance, they knew Sans never explicitly remembered time jumps. He’d told them that, himself.

But…

They couldn’t help but think of the voice that had screeched from their own phone, about ten minutes earlier.

 —

 HE’LL REMEMBER.

THEREFORE, HE’LL WIN. 

 —

 Their gaze rose to the white, floating spectre, leading them further and further down the hall.

“… I’m not sure if I’m the only one.” They admitted.

Frisk was startled when the yellow, spherical shield that surrounded them suddenly brightened, humming a little louder. They glanced up at the scientist, who was staring with her eyes narrowed directly at the strange, white creature. Her arm remained high in the air, electricity crackling around her claw.

“You don’t have to keep holding that up, Alphys.” Frisk said, blinking.

“A-a-after what you’ve told me, a-and after what this guy tried to do, I-I’m not taking any chances!” Alphys said, sternly.

Memoryhead moved like a spectre, leaving a trail of white pixels in its wake. The phone at Frisk’s side had made no sound, since they’d left the room.

They’d been trailing after the creature, encased in Alphys’ bubble shield, ever since they’d left the room with the DT Extractor. The scientist had been wary of any potential danger - and even Frisk was still reeling from the terrifying experience that had happened almost ten minutes earlier. But Memoryhead had made no move to attack them, nor block their path.

“I can’t believe we’re following this thing.” The scientist sighed. “D-didn’t it just try to take out a chunk of your SOUL?”

“Yeah.” Frisk said, staring hard at it. “But it knew a lot of things. And I think it does want to help us.”

They frowned. “I just don’t think it really knew the right way to.”

“Do you think it knows any better, now?” Alphys asked, blinking.

The human shook their head. “I’m not sure…”

By all means, Frisk should have felt cautious. Even if this creature no longer meant them harm, it was still a little unpredictable.

All the same, they couldn’t help but feel that Alphys’ shield was probably unnecessary.

The human watched as Memoryhead turned to face them once more, patiently waiting for them to follow.

Frisk waved back at it.

It cowered in response. They lowered their hand, perplexed.

“… F-Frisk, I don’t know what you did, back there…” Alphys muttered, as the Memoryhead hurriedly turned to continue on its way. “… but I think it’s scared of you?”

The human shrugged. “I don’t know.” They turned back to face Alphys with a small smile. “You were the one who really told it off, back there.”

“W-well, yeah! But who the heck would ever be scared of me?!” Alphys huffed, her shield brightening some more.

They continued on down the hall. While the darkness was as encroaching and intimidating as always, Frisk found themselves much more relaxed. The stench of batteries that had assailed them and the screeching electronic noises were all gone.

They couldn’t quite find it in themselves to be afraid of this place.

And the next time the Memoryhead paused to look back at them, it made no further movement at their approach.

Alphys grew hesitant, stopping on the spot.

“What now?” She mumbled, gently pushing Frisk behind her.

The white creature watched them, quietly. Frisk noted another small green glimmer from within it. It seemed to shudder at the glow, a low electronic hum reverberating from it.

The human frowned, concerned enough to step out from behind Alphys.

“What’s the matter?”

The being silenced. And after a short pause, it turned to the hallway wall beside it.

Frisk blinked. It was one of the many large, black monitors that lined the halls of the True Lab. The green text glowed faintly in the darkness, flickering on at their presence.

This monitor was still displaying one of Alphys’ log entries. The Memoryhead tilted its form at the sight, and Alphys suddenly stumbled forward, waving her hands in embarrassment. The electric bubble shield fizzled out as she did so.

“W-wait… wait…” A bead of sweat formed on her head. “That’s not meant to be - I-I was in a bad place when I wrote - ”

Memoryhead suddenly extended a limb to the left of the monitor. The formless limb pressed into the wall - and Frisk was startled to see a small patch of concrete slide away, revealing a small, black, square pad.

Alphys blinked. “… Huh?”

The Memoryhead withdrew its limb. The pad was glassy and dark, and Frisk could see green light flickering within it.

Hesitant, the creature slowly reached for it again, its limb splitting into five points. It pressed them against the surface. A green light scanned downwards, and the device beeped an affirmative.

The large, black monitor suddenly jutted out a little more from the wall. It swivelled into a portrait position, and a very different display of green glyphs appeared upon the black screen.

Frisk squinted at the symbols. They couldn’t read any of them.

Another limb peeled away from the creature, its tip separating into five digits as well. It deftly typed upon the symbols, and Frisk and Alphys were startled when a door-shaped chunk of the neighbouring wall suddenly pushed in with a loud CLANK.

With an electronic hum, it slid up into the ceiling…

 …revealing a dark, cavernous chamber that Frisk had never seen before.

 Alphys stepped forward, blinking slowly. She seemed more fascinated than alarmed.

“…Th-this is…”

The room was huge - almost hundreds of feet in length and width, Frisk thought. The floor was industrial concrete, but the walls appeared to have been carved out from the caverns. The lights, connected to wires that snakes up the walls, were dim - a fierce emergency red.

There was a mess of towering machines scattered about at the cavelike walls of the place. The centre of the room was spacious. Pipes and wires snaked up the sides of the room, towards the very top of the cavern.

But what caught Frisk’s attention was the floor. It seemed to be covered in burns, and chalk dust - circular glyphs and symbols scrawled out upon it.

A large ’S-7’ was painted in faded yellow upon the concrete floor.

“… what is this place?” The human asked, stepping forward.

Alphys stepped up beside them, her eyes wide as her gaze drifted about the room.

“… Backup generators… power grids…” She looked upwards at the pipes and wires. “… Th-there’s the water supply for the main power chamber…”

Alphys looked over at Frisk, blinking slowly.

“… we’re in the CORE Underground.” She said, in quiet wonder. “I-I was… never allowed down here. It was all sealed off - f-for the most part.”

Frisk blinked, startled.

“… We’re underneath the facility?”

The scientist nodded, still deep in thought as she observed the room. Her gaze rose, and her spines drooped.

“… Oh my God.”

Frisk followed her gaze. There, in the upper-corner of the room, was the blinking red light of a security camera.

The red recording light was flickering wildly, and the lens was cracked. Whatever footage it was gaining would not be all that comprehensible.

Alphys carefully wrung her hands.

“… so… this must be where Gaster worked.” She mumbled. “All those years ago.”

Frisk’s stomach dropped at that. They glanced down at the floor.

And were startled to see a myriad of white, dusty shards.

“… Alphys?”

The scientist spun to face Frisk - then her gaze travelled further to the right, her eyes suddenly becoming wide.

“No way.”

Frisk turned as well - their gaze following the trail of shards to the shattered remains of a Blaster skull.

It lay scattered at the base of a cylindrical machine, overhanging tubes and wires still attached to what remained of it.

Frisk swallowed, stepping back.

Several more machines of this nature lined the wall. Only one or two were occupied with dusty shards of Blaster remains - the rest had been emptied.

Alphys approached their left, adjusting her glasses. She traded her fear for observation, peering closer at the machines.

“…I-it looks like Gaster made Blasters using these.” She mused, quietly. “… I-It doesn’t look like a lot of them made it out well-developed, though.”

Frisk blinked, slowly. So many shards and chunks appeared to have been left behind by the finished product.

“… The ones Gaster had at the beginning looked a lot less like… this.” They knelt beside the lifeless skull on the floor, frowning.

There’d been a time when they’d been deeply afraid of these things. Now, Frisk couldn’t help but see a little of Sans or Papyrus in them.

 They weren’t sure how to feel about that.

 The human heard Alphys stepping away from them, and they glanced up. The scientist was heading towards the center of the room, staring at the circular, chalk-white glyphs drawn on the charred concrete.

Frisk stood and hurried after her.

“… What’re these?”

Alphys held her claws, her lenses going white in the dim light.

“… r-really old magic.” She mumbled. “I’m not too familiar with this.”

Frisk blinked. “Old magic?”

Alphys bent down, picking up a bone from the middle of the circle. The human peered closely, realizing that it was actually a fairly large Blaster tooth.

“… he must have made those first Blasters using this method.” Alphys said, quietly. “Th-these are arcane circles - h-he must have taken these teeth… and infused them with magic the old-fashioned way.”

She looked back the the machinery. “B-but maybe he started… wanting to speed up production…?” A claw rose to her chin. “I-I wonder what materials he used? They’re not like any other creature I’ve seen in the Underground…”

It probably wasn’t a question that was going to be answered anytime soon, Frisk thought. Gaster’s methods of crafting weaponry were perhaps too old-fashioned or complicated for them to comprehend.

“…Oh!”

Frisk was startled out of their thoughts as Alphys suddenly dropped the tooth. They followed her gaze, noticing that there was a large, hulking door at the end of the room. It reached upwards, almost halfway up to the cavernous ceiling.

And to the right, there was a huge wall filled entirely with switches. Below these switches was a control panel that curved inwards like a ‘C’ shape, the many buttons dimly flickering.

Frisk blinked, as Alphys scurried over. The wall reminded them of those old fuse boxes they’d seen outside of houses on the Surface - only there were ten times more switches than they remembered.

“What’s that?” They asked, as Alphys arrived at the control panel. She began reading the labels on the buttons.

“ ‘Upper Hotland…’ ‘Snowdin Town…’ ’King Asgore’s Castle…’ “

Frisk watched as the scientist’s features brightened.

“… I-It’s the power network! Th-this is where the CORE distributes its power into the entire Underground!”

Her eyes suddenly grew wide in terror.

“… He must have redistributed power to the CORE itself! N-no wonder the CORE’s getting more unstable!”

Frisk rushed over. “Can you shut it off?”

Alphys shook her head. “This is a redistributor. I-I still need to get to the CORE controls to try shutting it down.”

Her gaze grew firm. “B-But I can definitely buy us some time, so the CORE’s not under so much pressure!”

Alphys got to work, her claws stampeding at the controls.

“W-we’ll still need some power to make our way back up to the main control floor. But I’m not letting this place get overloaded!”

Frisk nodded. Then, they blinked and looked over their shoulder, back towards the passage of the True Lab.

Glowing faintly in the darkness, Memoryhead still lingered at the doorway.

It appeared nervous.

Hesitant at first, Frisk turned to face it.

“…Aren’t you gonna come with us?” They asked. The being seemed to flinch away at the question.

“C-come with us?” Alphys’ voice sailed over their shoulder. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Frisk turned to face the scientist.

“… I don’t know if it’s a good idea to be left alone in there.” They said, with a small frown.

The scientist blinked, looking down at the controls.

“… you can say that again.” She said, her claws beginning to stampede on the buttons.

The human turned and hurried back over to the True Lab passage. Memoryhead observed them in silence, its warped features all narrowing as it withdrew slightly. Frisk stopped up, a good five feet away from it.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” They said, waving their hands. The creature seemed a little more at ease, leaning back in towards the doorway. Yet Frisk noted they seemed hesitant to venture any further.

“You knew about this place.” They said.

Three eyes opened on the creature. The gaze was astray, as if hesitant, and Frisk crossed their arms in thought.

“You really know a lot about the Lab and the CORE, huh?”

Memoryhead grew still. Frisk watched it, startled, as another green glimmer seemed to illuminate their being, briefly.

It twitched and flickered on the spot, and the human stepped forward, hands raised.

“Sorry.” They said, quickly. “A-are you okay?”

The Memoryhead stilled. Its eyes closed, and its spectral form seemed to droop a little, as if weighed down.

Frisk lowered their hands. The creature looked exhausted, and the human feared that it would vanish at any second.

So, they took a deep breath.

 “… We really need to save our friends.”

 The Memoryhead’s three eyes reopened. Frisk stood up straight to face it.

“… I know you’re scared… but if there’s anything else you can do to help us, we’d really appreciate it.” They said, softly.

There was a silence. Frisk glanced down at the shards of bone on the ground, from the shattered Blaster skull, nearby.

“I’m pretty scared, too.” They smiled. “You already know that.”

They were startled when a white limb reached forward into their vision. Blinking, they stepped back as the Memoryhead slowly picked up a bone shard from the ground.

The shard crumbled to dust in its grasp.

The being looked down at Frisk, another green glimmer rippling through its form. It seemed more concentrated, this time - focusing in on its center.

Hesitant, the human extended a hand.

“… Maybe you shouldn’t be in the lab, at the very least.” They offered, with a small shrug.

“N-nobody should!”

Frisk spun around, startled to hear Alphys’ voice calling across the room from the controls.

“Nothing good ever- ever happens there!” The lizard monster added, still hammering at the buttons.

She’d briefly turned to eye the Memoryhead with some suspicion. The creature veered back, slightly.

Her gaze dropped to Frisk, and she gave a quick smile before turning back to the controls. The lights began to dim, slightly - the power-down causing the facility’s turbines to groan.

Frisk turned back to the Memoryhead, still hovering at the True Lab’s doorway. It had lost its features, once more, as it gazed down at the pile of bone shards.

With renewed certainty, Frisk held out their hand, again.

“You can stick real close to us, if you like.” They offered.

Memoryhead hesitated.

Then, it drifted forward, finally leaving the Lab that it had haunted for years.

      < HuNtInG! >

                                                                                                          < LoOk LiKE us! LoOK liKe US! LoOK AT US! >

 < fAStER FaStER fAStER FAsTeR! >

                                                        < wATcHing yOU! WaTCHinG yOU!! SeE YoU!! >

  It was dark.

The dim lighting that remained was an all-encompassing violet. It seeped into the steel walls. It stained them.

The beast heard the chatter from far behind him. It echoed everywhere. Shrieks and roars and growls.

 < BrOkE it! BrOKe iT! BReAk aNd bRoKE! >

                                                             < He’LL bE ANgRieR aNd AnGrIEr ANd aNgRIEr aND aNgRieR - >

                        < SHaRds aNd DUsT! DuSTy sHaRDs! >

                                                                                                               < WHere ArE yOU? WhERe aM I? WHerE Are tHEy? >

 Out.

 The beast wanted to get out.

 Away from those voices, away from those faces, away from… whatever had put them here in the first place.

He did not want to be here. Not for any longer.

His claws pounded the steel beneath him. And the claws of the Other kept pace beside him. The taller, slender skeletal creature who’d been with him since…

 … since the beginning?

 When had that been?

It didn’t matter. He had to escape this place. The both of them did.

That was all that mattered. Nothing else.

The two of them had been running for a while, now. There was no move to fight back. There were too many skulls. Too many faces.

Too many jaws saying too many things.

The beast didn’t like it.

They’d been chased - away from the circular passage that they’d awoken in. They’d turned left, right… up and down steps. They’d retreated away from the violet light that seeped into everything, and run deep into the darkness.

They could see, at the very least. But they were still lost. The beast didn’t know where they were. He couldn’t remember.

He only remembered… a room. Lights blinking in front of him.

A tall, dark figure.

Hands. Many of them. Hands with holes that surged forward.

 Driving into his forehead.

 His sternum constricted, and he shook his head.

No. No thinking.

He did not want to think on that any further. Useless thoughts.

He just wanted to get out.

Something caught his eyesocket, to the left. A break in the darkness. A change in the wall that rushed by him.

Snapping to attention, he spun to the Other.

< this way! >

He grasped the Other’s upper foreleg gently - but firmly - in his jaws, and slammed on the brakes with a screech. The Other gave a startled yelp, but he didn’t lose momentum as he was redirected.

It was a turnoff. A new direction.

They’d both arrived at a long hall -  a dim, blue light glimmering at the very end.The steel beneath them changed in pattern. The ceiling above them was plaster, instead of steel.

Something different. Something new.

That was a start.

The whine of a laser charge filled the air, and the Beast and the Other exchanged a glance. They both ducked down, a flurry of laser fire shooting over their heads.

He felt his spines burn and he gave a yowl as the heat of the blasts scorched him. The skulls pursuing them chattered from a good distance behind them.

The Beast knew that the duo could not duck into shelter, nor change direction. They were trapped in a straight line.

There was a screech on steel as he suddenly slammed his claws into the floor, screeching to a stop. He whirled around, laser fire and smoke building up in his jaws.

< B a c k ! > He roared.

The Other spun to join him as they both shot lasers up into the ceiling of the hall. Smoke and debris clattered down from above their pursuers. They spun away and continued to run.

Most of the horde that had pursued them were chattering and shrieking in the confusion of the chaos. Two skulls, however, had charged through the smoke - making a beeline towards the retreating skeletal creatures.

 The skulls would not stop. The Beast knew this. They would keep being chased if they kept running like this.

 But if he could distract them…

He glanced over to the Other, blinking.

If he distracted them, then one of them could get to safety…

The Beast wanted to leave this place. He knew that.

But there was something more important than that, he knew.

He spun around to face the oncoming skulls. The Other noticed this, and stumbled to a stop.

< WHAT ARE YOU DOING? >

The Beast snarled back at him, with urgency.

< you go! keep moving! >

Protecting… yes. He would distract them, he would take the fire. The Other could get away, unharmed.

It made sense. He didn’t understand why, but that didn’t bother him, anymore. It felt right.

The Other needed to be protected.

The two other skulls charged forward, light gathering in their maws. His tail twitched, as he began to do the same.

 And then, he was shoved aside by a force far too strong to be a single skull.

 The two beams of light skimmed past him, barely singing his shoulderblade.

The frustration was instant. He spun and snapped at the culprit - and was startled when he realised it was the Other.

He'd crouched beside the Beast, having ducked out of the way of the blast himself. The Other snarled back over at him, and the Beast growled, confused.

< i said to go! > said the Beast, spines raised.

< WHAT ABOUT YOU?! > The Other said, huffing.

The Beast shook his head. < chasing us both. > He turned back to the two skulls, who had swung around, preparing for another attack. < you keep moving. i stop them. >

The Other snorted, like some kind of stubborn pup.

< NO. >

There was a pause.

< no? > The Beast asked.

< YOU CAN’T. > The Other replied, almost incredulously. < YOU’RE TOO SLOW. >

There was a brief pause.

Then, the Beast swiped out a claw, tripping up the Other’s foreleg.

The lankier of the skeletal creatures fell forward with a yelp, out of the path of the laser blast. The Beast dodged just as quickly, as the two skulls swept over them with incessant chatter.

< ‘slow?’ > he chuffed down at him.

He yowled in surprise as the grounded Other kicked up into his sternum, and he staggered back.

< SLOW. > The Other sprang to his feet, ducking down to avoid a skull that had flown in from above. < SLOW… AND LAZY! WHY DON’T YOU RUN?! >

The Beast gave a low growl back. < you run! stay out of my way! >

The Other seemed to bristle at this, stepping back.

There was a loud shriek from their left. The Beast reacted, but not fast enough - instead it was the Other who had responded, spinning on the spot in time to face an incoming skull.

It shrieked, gathering light in its maw - but he darted forward, clamping his jaws over its own snout. He tossed it hard against the wall. It bounced off and across the floor, before righting itself in the air and speeding off with a shriek.

The Other turned to look back at him stubbornly, his tail giving a proud wag.

< STAYING HERE! > He huffed.

The Beast's patience was running thin. He heard the second skull swoop in from beside him, and he immediately snapped to attention - leaping up and swiping down at the creature. The skull hit the ground and it screeched as he landed upon it, forepaws shattering it into shards. It fell silent.

< numbskull!! > He spat at the Other.

The taller skeletal creature shoved him, snarling.

< KNUCKLEHEAD!! >

A shriek sounded, and they both spun to face the source, startled.

The battered skull that the Other had tossed earlier hovered at their left. It floated in front of the smoke that the two of them had created - and several other floating skulls were emerging from the haze.

Sweat beaded on the Beast’s forehead.

They had been too loud. Waited too long.

< move!! > The Beast snapped at the Other, turning to face the horde. But he suddenly felt a tug around his neck, and he was being pulled and yanked backwards.

The Other had bitten down on some strange, soft material that was embedded in his collarbone.

< YOU MOVE! > The Other growled at him, muffled.

As a bright light formed in the maws of the other skulls, the Beast realized that there was no room for argument, this time. He turned away from the horde, and the Other released him as they charged away. The collective laser impacted feet from them.

Sparks and smoke blew out from behind them, and the two continued dashing down the hall, towards the light of the exit.

They drew closer and closer. They were almost ready to leave this place behind.

And just as suddenly as the Beast had begun to feel the relief of escape, the light was blotted out.

The two of them slammed on the brakes as several floating skulls clustered before them, at the doorway.

< how did they… ? > The Beast stepped back, snarling. Then, he caught sight of a turnoff, further up the hall - close to the exit.

He glanced over his shoulder, seeing the remainder of the group emerging from the smoke.

The group of skulls had split up and surrounded them.

They may have been broken and nonsensical, but they functioned well enough as a pack.

Fire built in his jaws. They could try breaking through - but they would be swarmed again.

A low snarl vibrated through his chest. Roaring and lasers could only work for so long. What else could they do?

< we go forward. > He said.

< NO. >

The Beast spun to the Other - who was, strangely, staring up at the ceiling. He followed his gaze, blinking when it arrived at the cracks in the plaster. A couple small chunks fell free - loose from the blast they’d done, earlier.

< WE GO UP. > The Other said, fire crackling in his jaws.

And with that, he shot the beam up into the ceiling.

Debris clattered down. Dust and plaster billowed out from the impact, and the floating skulls were thrown in disarray once more.

The Beast ducked back out of the way of the falling debris. He could barely make out the Other rearing up on his hind legs, clawing away chunks of plaster at the large hole in the ceiling, before pulling himself up through the opening.

He turned on the spot and peered back down, his eye sockets glowing orange in the darkness.

< FOLLOW ME! >

The Beast heard the loud, confused chatters and cries in the haze around him, and quickly leapt up through the hole the Other had made. He had to wriggle a bit to get through - his ribcage was wider than that of the Other.

Besides the dim light and smoke that billowed up from the newly-made hole, they found themselves in pitch blackness. It was another long dark hall, the Beast could see - much like the one they’d left. The floor was tiled, rather than steel. There was no sign of light - not even in the direction where the exit had been.

The chatter of the other skulls rose from beneath them, and the Beast crouched down, suddenly cautious.

< quiet. > He rumbled. The Other picked up on his behaviour and dipped his head, his body crouched and careful.

The Beast glanced down at their newly-made escape, still billowing with smoke.

< need to leave. > He said. < skulls will see. they’ll come through, soon. >

The Other nodded. < WE’LL FIND ANOTHER WAY, THEN. > He began to trot down the darkened hall - but paused when the Beast didn't follow, instead remaining poised at the hole.

< … WHAT IS IT? >

The Beast looked up at him.

< they’ll keep following. > He said. < we make too much noise. they’ll keep chasing us. >

He looked back down at the hole, then turned to look behind him.

< exit is close. >

He deftly hopped over the hole, walking past the Other. He positioned his skull facing downwards, at the none-too-blastproof tiled floor - and the layer of plaster ceiling beneath it.

The Beast would drop behind the pack, this way. Leading them away from the exit.

< i’ll distract. > He said, his bottom jaw clicking open, and fire beginning to spark in his teeth. < you go the other way. get away before they see you. escape. >

There was a pause.

 < NO. >

 The flames died in his jaws. He turned to face the Other, his orange-lit eye sockets narrowed in the darkness.

< TOO MANY TO FIGHT ALONE. > He said. < WE GO FIND A WAY AROUND. >

The Beast turned on him.

< you need to be safe. > He said, firmly. < you’ll be hurt. >

The Other frowned.

< TOLD YOU BEFORE. I’M NOT LEAVING. > He said, simply.

The Beast blinked.

< why? >

< YOU’RE BEING DUMB. > Came the reply. < IT’S A DUMB IDEA. >

The Beast snarled in frustration. The Other was being too stubborn. (As usual.)

< you listen. > He growled. < supposed to listen to me. trust. >

The Other seemed to shrink back at this.

< I NEED TO HELP YOU. > He said, firmly.

The Beast huffed, turning back to face the floor.

< you don’t need to. don’t have to worry. >

< WHY SHOULDN’T I?! > Came a low growl. < YOU CAN’T EVEN PROTECT YOURSELF! >

There was a sudden silence.

The Beast turned to face the Other, eyesockets gleaming light blue. His sternum was tight, his tail beginning to twitch.

< say that again. > He growled, his voice soft and dangerous.

The stubborn pup had the nerve to snarl back.

< YOU CAN’T PROTECT YOURSELF!! I CAN’T LEAVE YOU ALONE - >

 Something in the Beast snapped.

 He was flying at the Other with claws outstretched before he even registered it.

His claws slammed down on the side of the Other's ribcage and the taller skeletal creature was slammed onto his side - pinned to the floor. He'd been too startled to dodge.

And just as suddenly as the Beast had acted, a pang shot through his chest.

 Wrong.

 Still, the Beast remained there, snarling lowly. The Other struggled under his claws, pushing back with an indignant growl.

< GET OFF!! >

< no. > He growled. He was trying to be reasonable. Trying to make the Other see. < you get away from here. you run, and be safe. i will be fine . >

< NO, YOU WON’T. > The Other growled, lowly.

He began to struggle, again - and the Beast grew frustrated.

< quiet! they’ll find us! >

< I HAVE TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE! > The Other shot back, growling louder, pushing harder against his claws.

< no! > He hissed back down < you can’t stay! i can’t protect you like this! >

The Beast was startled when the Other suddenly stopped struggling. His orange-lit eyesockets had grown wide, and confused.

< ...P-PROTECT…? > 

The Beast hesitated for a second. It cost him - and he was finally shoved away. He stumbled backwards as the Other sprang to his feet, turning to stare at him.

< I’M SUPPOSED TO BE PROTECTING YOU! > He said, incredulous.

The Beast stepped back, blinking.

 … huh?

 There was a loud screech.

He ducked down, as another floating skull shot out of the darkness and whipped over his spines. It seemed to be alone, having wandered from the main group, up through the hole in the floor. The Other snapped at it, and it darted away, light gathering in its jaws.

The Beast charged forward, shoving the Other out of the beam’s path. They both continued to run down the dark hall with the momentum. The laser skimmed over their heads and illuminated their surroundings in a blinding white.

The Beast spun to the Other, growling lowly.

< wrong! > He said. < it’s my job! i protect you! >

That was the way it was supposed to be. That was the way it had always been! Where had the Other gotten such a strange idea?

< YOU’RE HURT!! > The Other shot back at him, the rage disappearing from his expression. < THIS PLACE IS… IT’S HURTING YOU!! YOU NEED TO LEAVE! >

Another blast skimmed over their backs. The area lit up in burning white, once again

And in the illumination, the Beast saw the crack in the Other’s eye socket, clear as day.

And for a brief second, he could have sworn that he'd seen a large, black, gaping hole - right there in the Other’s head.

 The image vanished, and the Beast hurriedly shook his head, growling lowly.

< they’ll get you. > He shot back, insistently. < they’ll get you, again! now, go! >

The Other shook his head again, and the Beast saw distress in his features, this time. The taller skeletal creature glanced over his shoulder, stopping in his tracks and kicking out with his back legs at the pursuing skull.

It went flying back with the impact, with an indignant screech.

The Beast stumbled to a stop as the Other suddenly darted forward, into his path. The orange light in his eyes were blazing, as he swerved to face him.

< YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!! > He cried.

The Beast froze. He stepped back, eyesockets wide.

< YOU ALWAYS GET HURT! YOU ALWAYS GET TIRED!! I NEED TO PROTECT YOU!! >

There was a long silence. Something was stirring in the Beast's mind. A conflict. A voice.

It wasn’t… this wasn’t supposed to happen. The Other was not meant to worry, not like this.

(But he did. He had - he always had.)

A wave of dizziness overcame the the Beast, and he shook out his skull.

This was...

... how long had things been like this?

< YOU ARE TIRED. YOU ALWAYS ARE. >

The Beast looked over at the Other, who was now staring down at the tiles.

< AND NOW YOU ARE HURT. > He whined, quietly. < IF... IF I LEAVE YOU ALONE, NOW… >

He looked back up at the Beast.

< … YOU MIGHT NOT COME BACK. >

A chill went through his bones. He took a step back.

Was he... had he really not considered any of this? He was trying to protect the Other, not abandon him.

... but that wasn't the problem, was it? The Beast was... he was strong. He was strong, he could fix this. He could distract the floating skull swarm, he could control the situation. The Other would be safe, and then everything would be okay.

He could fix this... he could control this... he could protect...

... why didn't any of that sound right, anymore?

 < YOU’LL DISAPPEAR. >

The Beast looked up, no longer in his thoughts. The Other was staring hard into space, and he realized that he was trembling - his bones rattling softly with tremors.

< YOU’LL DISAPPEAR, AND I WON’T SEE YOU, ANYMORE. I WON’T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE! >

Something clenched in the Beast’s own SOUL.

< I AM STAYING HERE! > The Other snarled at him. < SO YOU DON’T… DO ANYTHING STUPID!! >

There was a long silence.

The Beast stared at the Other in the darkness. He found himself without anything to say, or do.

Nothing he'd thought before sounded right, anymore. The Beast wasn't sure if it was because he'd given up, or... simply because he'd been wrong. This wasn't about fixing things, quickly. 

His gaze lowered under the Other's stare.

 < i… >

 There was a series of shrieks, and the Other’s upset gaze grew startled - directed over the Beast’s shoulder. He snapped to attention and spun around, stepping backwards to the Other’s side.

Several pairs of glowing white rings rose out the gaping hole in the floor. The light illuminated their surroundings the slightest bit - casting stark shadows on the chipped and marred surfaces of the pointed, jagged skulls.

The horde had found them.

The Beast stepped back. He did not shoot, nor move to run. His mind was full - stunned. He couldn’t think of a plan.

He didn't have control... he couldn't fix anything. He understood, now.

He'd failed. He'd been weak. He'd been foolish. 

The Beast had been weak, in many ways. Some small part of himself felt ashamed that his physical strength had not been enough to eliminate the danger. But there were other parts, he knew. Other parts that had been rash, and fearful and selfish. 

He'd done this.

A small voice rose in his consciousness, and his head rose - watching the Other step forward. He'd moved in front of him, giving a brief rattle of his bones as if to intimidate the swarm of skulls that chattered their teeth in response.

The Beast looked up at the group, his bones feeling as heavy as stone.

... he'd done this...

 The light gathered in the jaws of the horde. The Other was poised in his stance, ready to jump back…

And suddenly, a throbbing pain wracked the Beast's skull.

He flinched, a low, surprised snarl escaping him. It was in his eye socket. It was... flashing, lighting up the pitch black area with yellow and blue...

The Other had noticed. He’d quickly spun to face the Beast, his eye sockets wide and alarmed.

< WHAT IS THAT?! >

An electronic hum surrounded them all. It was loud - almost deafening for the Beast. The Other seemed to register it, suddenly looking around, alert. A couple of the skulls seemed to be reacting similarly, inspecting the air nearby. But the main bulk of the horde were still more interested in approaching the two skeletal creatures.

One skull floated closer, snarling as its surroundings grew lit by the fire in its teeth.

The electric hum suddenly became a loud screech. Instinctively, the Beast braced himself.

< get down. > He whispered.

A streak of black sliced across the air in front of the approaching floating skull.

 It shattered into shards.

 The air sliced open around them - gashes of blackness even darker than their surroundings. An earsplitting roar echoed through the halls.

The skull horde began to shriek and scatter, swarming about in a confused panic. One skull clattered to the floor, several clean holes punctured in its jaw as it rattled upon the tiled floor, chattering loudly as shards dropped off it.

The Beast paid no attention. Instead, he’d crouched to the floor, eyesockets narrowed in pained focus.

It was like something was trying to split his skull open.

The pain was immense, but he focused hard. He shut his bad eye and ducked his head down, hearing the skulls dart about in panic.

He watched as one flew into a rift. He watched as several holes suddenly tore into its fragile cranium. The lights in its eyesockets went out before it hit the tiled floor with a smash.

His gaze darted to the Other. He too, had ducked down - with the same wariness about the black scars in the air.

The Beast shut both eyes, his skull throbbing terribly.

He had no control over any of this. It was a horrible pain. But it was familiar.

... It was another familiar piece. Another memory. He could process that, now.

He stubbornly held onto the thoughts he had, the feelings, the hazy memories that he’d seen. Everything in this moment.

The Beast held on to what he had.

It was moments before he’d realised that the roaring of the dark rifts stopped. The cacophony had faded, giving way to the muted chatterings of skulls.

Relief flooded him as the pain in his head grew less and less intense. He shakily tried to rise onto his feet, managing to take in his darkened, blurred surroundings.

The rifts were gone. But they had obliterated much of the horde. The remainder, seven more skulls, drifted about aimlessly in stunned confusion.

His gaze flicked to the Other. He was still crouched, and safe, quietly staring down at the dusty shards upon the tiled floor.

< … F-FEEL ILL. > He trilled, shakily.

The sound of static suddenly trickled into the Beast’s senses. He blinked, finding it familiar. It was a call.

He knew it. The Other knew it, too. And so did the other floating skulls.

The horde suddenly aligned into a perfect formation, drifting away from the two of them.

 < SaFe. >

                                                                                                               < NeEd tO Be sAFe. >

 < HE’s hERe. hE’ll FIx uS. >

                                                                   < FIx It! fiX IT! FIX IT! >

 The skulls whizzed past them, down the hall and into the darkness. Their chattering echoed off the walls, before finally fading into silence.

The two glanced at each other a moment.

Then, they both crumpled to the ground, exhausted.

The Other panted heavily, while the Beast trembled with fatigue. His skull was throbbing. His mind was full, trying to sort through the things he’d managed to hold onto.

He was annoyed at how hard it was to put the pieces together. Hard to think. The Beast knew things were muddled, out of place. He pushed against the haze that plagued him, tried to reach out to the fragments.

But was no good. He was stressed, exhausted. He couldn't fix this.

Not at the moment.

 < … NO GOOD. >

 His gaze darted to the Other, who was pushing himself back up on his long, shaky legs. His eyesockets briefly flickered white, briefly, before he looked over at him.

< … I WANT TO PROTECT YOU. YOU WANT TO PROTECT ME. > He looked down, frowning. < WE ARE NOT VERY GOOD AT THIS. >

The Beast chuffed, quietly.

It was odd. Silly, even. Now more than ever, the Beast was afraid for the Other. But all the same, he knew he could rely on him.

What was that called? What did that mean?

< …are we a pack? > He asked, doubting the word as it slipped out.

The Other tilted his head in thought.

< DON’T THINK SO. > He said. < WE’RE NOT CARRYING ANYTHING. >

There was a long silence.

And the Beast snorted in laughter.

As much as he could laugh with a mouth like this, anyway. The Other huffed in response, trotting over and clamping his jaws around the remains of the Beast's hood, trying in vain to tug him to his feet.

< YOU NEVER CARRY MUCH, ANYWAY. > The Other said, with a muffled growl. < LAZYBONES. >

The Beast’s tail flicked amusedly from side to side, and he stopped laughing, batting him away.

< baby bones. > He retorted.

The Other released him, drawing back.

< I’M NOT. > He said, pointedly.

The Beast nodded, the pang returning to his sternum.

< no. you’re not. > he agreed.

Their attention was taken by a sudden flicker of light. Their gaze was drawn further up towards the source - a steel hall drenched in violet light.

The Beast rose to his feet, his spines raising, slightly. Then, he stalked forward.

The Other followed, trotting ahead and peering around the corner. The Beast walked around him, peering down the hall from the other side.

A ball of churning light met his gaze. Surrounded by a circular passage. Blast burns everywhere - in the tiled floor and walls.

The Beast felt his sternum tighten.

< … back where we started. > he crooned.

The lasers, the shrieks… the hands. The violet.

 They hadn’t escaped from this, after all.

 He shook his head.

No, he decided. They weren’t meant to escape. He’d been afraid of this place. And he still was - but he couldn’t humour that, right now.

A small voice pushed him on.

They’d been here for a reason. They had woken up in that small room for a reason. They just needed to figure out what.

< DON’T SEE ANY SKULLS. > The Other pointed out, with a trill. < WE’RE SAFE FOR NOW, BROTHER. >

The Beast nodded. < they’re still around. still alive. > He looked down the hall. < hiding? >

He stared hard at his surroundings. Then, he blinked.

He stared back at the Other.

< … ‘brother?’ > He echoed.

The Other looked back at him.

< YES? > He asked.

There was a sudden pause. The two stared at each other, suddenly very still.

It would have been a far bigger shock to the Beast if it hadn’t felt so obvious in retrospect.

They were not a ‘pack.’ Of course they weren’t. They were family.

< … I FORGOT. >

The Other - his brother, looked disheartened at this news. The Beast stepped forward, a weight in his sternum.

< don’t think we did. > He said, quietly. < not really. >

They’d forgotten what a brother was, of course. They’d forgotten each other. But in some way, they’d known.

Neither one could leave the other behind.

How could they?

The Beast felt dizzy, and he sat down, trying to reach for the pieces of his mind, once more. And the clearer things became, the more he understood for certain that he hadn’t wanted this. He hadn’t wanted any of this.

< … i didn’t want you here. >

He felt his brother’s eyes on him. The Beast glanced over at him, eyesockets dim.

< this is the place where i lose everything. > He said, simply.

The Other approached him with a low whine, and he knew the both of them were having trouble thinking. His brother was struggling with his mind as much as the Beast was, and it was a frustrating thing, not knowing all the answers. 

Not knowing how to fix anything.

The Beast shook his head, growling lowly.

He wanted more information. Whether it was this place, or perhaps themselves - nothing more could prompt them. Nothing more could clear the haze.

It was a mess. It was too much.

But maybe…

 … maybe they didn’t need to know everything now.

 Just pieces. Steps.

The Beast groaned, shutting his eyes in frustration.

He’d known that he’d lost so many things. Even other… people. Friends. He knew that much, at least. And he wasn’t sure if any of it would come back.

< … i don’t want to lose my brother, too. > He said.

It was as simple as that.

The Other stared at him a moment.

< YOU HAVEN’T. I’M STILL HERE, REMEMBER? >

His tail fell into a wag.

< GOOD JOB. > He chirped.

A low hum of electricity suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

The both of them turned to face the source, looking at the churning ball of light.

It was familiar. He remembered it.

And he remembered that it was terrifying.

It was a terrifying sight, in ways that the Beast could not explain. But he was drawn to it. It was important. It wasn’t right.

It wasn’t meant to look like that. Huge, and crackling and violent. That wasn’t right.

Something had to be done about it.

< that room. > He said, suddenly.

The Other stood up tall. < THAT ROOM? > He blinked. < ISN'T THAT... WHERE WE WOKE UP? >

< yes. yeah. > The Beast nodded, looking through the glass of the chamber. < we need to go there. >

His brother seemed to bristle at this. He was staring hard at the chamber, his tail tucking slightly between his legs.

< THIS PLACE IS DANGEROUS. > The Other said, softly. < I WANTED TO GET YOU AWAY FROM HERE. I WANTED… >

The Beast looked over at him, as his brother shook himself out, his bones rattling with the force. A stern expression appeared on his long features.

< … WE CAN’T LEAVE. > He said. < THERE WAS SOMETHING WE NEEDED TO DO. >

The Beast looked over at him, nodding in approval.

Yes. They both had to find ways to focus. At least for now.

< any ideas? >

A loud scream of pain tore through the halls.

The both of them spun to look at the bright and crackling chamber. The sound had echoed from that direction - muffled, but familiar.

The Beast peered into the chamber - to the far right of the huge, crackling ball of energy.

And from this angle, he could see a room - jutting out into the chamber. It was small - a large window facing the chamber’s interior. The window was shattered.

And there was someone inside the room.

 A figure of black.

 The Beast’s spines grew rigid.

He had seen him before. He knew him.

He’d been there at the start of all this. Before any of this.

The owner of the hands.

But instead of  the tall, dark imposing figure he’d seen when he’d woken up in that room, the monster looked… shaken.

His many black limbs had sagged to the floor. Some arms had grasped at the walls and windows, as if bracing himself. His skull was warped… it seemed to have been splitting in two. He was tensing and shivering, his entire form constricting.

Around him hovered the remaining floating skulls. They were still chattering - almost as if they were pestering him. His face turned into a scowl.

With a shaking, drooping arm (with a second arm growing out of the elbow) he waved a hand. The horde vanished in a flash of light, and he seemed to relax. The split in his skull seemed to be narrowing, and the arms began to steadily pull themselves in.

The Beast stepped back from the hall.

The dark monster had been stunned. He was collecting himself.

… They needed to move.

< … we have to stop him. > He said, shoulders lowering. His brother followed his gaze.

< … YEAH. > He frowned. < WHAT DO WE DO? >

The Beast shook his head.

< take him away from here. > He said, simply. < pick him up. take him away. he can’t stay in here. >

< HE’LL MAKE THINGS WORSE. > Nodded his brother. < I REMEMBER. >

The room was close. If they could get to him before he’d collected himself…

This monster was tricky, though. He could do terrible things - and the Beast remembered his speed.

< he might escape if he sees us. > He said, thoughtfully.

Suddenly, his brother perked up, looking around the circular hall.

< NOT IF HE CAN’T GO ANYWHERE. >

The Beast glanced over at him. < what do you mean? >

< WE COULD SPLIT UP. > He stamped his forepaws excitedly, gesturing around the outside of the chamber with his snout. < CUT HIM OFF FROM BOTH SIDES. >

His eyes shone. < A TRAP! IT’LL BE A TRAP! >

 Split up…

 The Beast's spines rose.

Leave him alone, without an escape…

The Beast looked back at his younger brother, taking in a deep breath to wash away the encroaching panic.

… They could work together. They already had in the past - repeatedly. But those had just been small things, the Beast thought. Maybe they’d helped each other in larger ways than he’d thought. Or remembered. But…

This was… bigger. The larger things were dangerous. Messy. He had to protect.

 He had to protect…

 < ...it’s a good idea. >

 He drew in a shaky breath.

Maybe his brother would be hurt. But his brother had a good idea. It was a good idea. His brother had those a lot. He’d saved them from being swarmed by the skulls. He’d saved them from many things. His brother had helped.

 He had to trust that.

 < okay. let’s do it. >

He could not listen to his instincts. Not with this.

The Beast turned away from his brother, ready to start stalking in his own direction before the panic could reach him, again. But he suddenly felt a tug on the hood embedded on his collarbone.

 < ONE MORE THING! >

 The Beast glanced back, startled. His brother released his jaws from the blue material.

< IF EITHER OF US ARE IN TROUBLE, WE CALL FOR HELP! > He said, firmly. < REMEMBER,  OKAY? NO DOING THIS ALONE. >

The Beast blinked, slowly.

< … okay. >

The Other nodded firmly. < ALRIGHT. BE CAREFUL, BROTHER. >

He glanced over at the circular passage. Then, taking in a deep breath, he darted silently to the right, beginning to circle around the large chamber to one side of the control room.

The Beast slowly turned to look at the churning ball of energy in the center of the large chamber. He slowly stepped out into the hall, stalking towards the reinforced glass.

He took in his faint, beastly reflection. He didn’t find it fitting… or right, or familiar at all - but that didn’t cause him alarm. It only seemed to cause resolve.

He saw his features crease, thoughtfully.

The Beast drew in a deep breath, himself. His eyesockets briefly flickered with white.

And he began to stalk to the opposing side of the control room, like he and his brother had planned.

#Spectrum #Undertale #Gasterblaster AU