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quezq · 5 years

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oh god what is this. hello people who noticed i was supposed to be gone.

so i started taking some meds to sleep and the first time i did, i held onto the phone into actual sleep and continued to communicate with the outside world, producing some reasonable sentences but not much - and loads of misspelling. waking up to realize id done this was kind of terrifying.

so naturally, the next night i did what anyone would do - took the pill and immediately began writing fanfiction. apologies if it really shows my lack of experience, and if i used any really strange or wrong words, and if my ESL is showing. i've never written a single fanfic.

i get progressively less awake throughout this, but the real turning point's at the end and it is very noticeable. enjoy (?)

You couldn't help but smile every time the creature crossed your field of vision. Sure, you love the small ones, but this one has such a wise and knowing atmosphere to it. It slides over to the usual tree, very slowly. If one didn't know better, this behavior would have seemed uninteresting; perhaps even boring, even pessimistic. Every day, the creature does what it was born to do: eat the leaves that fall to the floor. The seasons may pass and cycle - although that's not a big difference, as the Dark World's nature works its way - but this is the one thing that remains unchanged. It's beautiful.

It is the way of the worm.

You turn your head when it seems to notice you staring, and your face heats up a little. You wouldn't want to make the object of your attention uncomfortable, however tempting it may be to admire its glorious daily life.

A sudden, loud noise comes from the direction of the castle. You get up and hurry there, hoping nobody was hurt.

Upon entering the castle's front doors, you immediately see a couple of Rudinns looking at a spade boy on the floor, surrounded by debris.

"Lancer! What hast thou done this time? Are thou hurt?" you exclaim, looking around nervously.

"I don't know! I was just, uh, running down the hallway - sorry I know I'm not supposed to do that - and something exploded."

"Exploded?!"

"Yeah... I think?"

The Rudinns seem as confused as you are, and you decide prodding isn't going to get any information from anyone. Lancer rises to his feet and begins to collect the broken floor pieces from around him, the soldiers springing to help.

Unbeknowst to all of you, there was someone else watching the scene unfold. You search for the SOUL presence you can now feel nearby, but nothing turns up.

Using his magic to reverse gravity on himself, a skeleton is stuck to the ceiling, with high hopes that no one's going to look up. He waits until everyone has left to slowly descend.

Rushing out to the open forest, the hooded skeleton almost trips on something small that has appeared on his path, skipping over it at the last moment. However, the damage to his balance had already been done. the momentum makes his step falter, and he falls to the ground.

"whoa, what the-"

He looks at the creature, which is glaring intensely at him. It sends a chill down his spine - like it could really make someone have a bad time, should it want to.

"uh, i'm sorry, pal. i didn't hurtcha, did i?"

Sans is not sure if this monster is of the kind that replies or even understands English, but he tries anyway, out of politeness. The creature doesn't show any reaction to his words, so he turns to leave again, and only then does he hear an ominous-sounding warning, in a voice that sounded like it didn't belong to something small and squishy.

"There is nothing you can change. You don't hold that power, and as long as they want, you can't play with fate."

The worm crawls away, leaving Sans confused, yet somewhat afraid. He can't spend more time in the open like this, and resumes walking towards the more dense parts of the forest.

There are still some things you need to do before returning to the store. Check on the puzzles, plan out a new one - you were rather excited for that. This was going to be the best yet, none of that box-pushing easy business. This was going to be a puzzle for only the truly worthy.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a Hathy's tug on your sleeve.

"Sir? We have received reports of a... Lightner roaming around the kingdom."

Your eyes widen a bit. "Again? How art they even gettingeth in here?"

"It seems to be a monster. A skeleton..."

"Keepeth an eye out for more details. I shalt deviate from mine usual duties to investigate this wilde situation."

"Yes, Sir." The Hathy scurries off.

Once again, the colorful creature enters your view. You shake off your nerves and walk up to it with a slight smile.

"G-greetings, worm."

"Hello, Sir. How may I be of assistance today?" It was always so kind and willing to help, no matter what you needed. As much as a worm was able to perform, of course. Physical limitations and all that.

"Hast thou seen any Lightners around recently? There haveth been reports of a skeleton-like monster inst the vicinity of our Castle", you ask, with less clarity that you were aiming for. Curse this shiny gaze in front of you, always so distracting.

"I have. In fact, I know exactly where he is, and what he's going to do. And the only way to stop him", it says matter-of-factly.

It doesn't seem to catch the cue to speak more, so you offer the natural follow-up question. Its expression morphs into something darker.

"Look... I don't know if I should be giving this information so readily. This isn't as simple a life as you may think, my dear Duke. I believe, perhaps, I should be getting something out of this exchange."

A little taken aback by the sudden lack of cooperativeness, you wonder if you should ignore its request, or talk back in a more forceful manner. Still, you don't think you could get yourself to do any of this - not to *it*. You decide to evaluate if what it wants is reasonable enough.

"Living like this has been rather boring yet tiresome - search for leaves, eat them, bear more holes to the ground. I've been craving some difference. Some excitement even, you could say."

The worm's expression is unreadable, and you're not sure you like where this is heading. You give it an uncertain look, and nod for it to continue talking.

"No, it is impossible. I shouldn't ask that, it would be too much. It's probably better not to disclose anything about S-- the monster anyway, even if it will destroy us in the end. I'm sorry." The tail end of the worm turns towards you as it begins to leave.

The feeling that you're being manipulated won't go away, but you reach out a hand in reflex, and hold the middle segment of the creature. The texture is not at all what you expected - it is a slimy worm underneath, but the fuzz that covers its surface makes for a rather soft touch. It is warm, too, and you quickly retrieve the hand, not wanting to make this weird by holding on for too long. By the look it has on its face once it turns around to meet your eyes, you wonder if you've already made it weird somehow.

"...Just... say what it is..."

The worm trembles and its antennae seem to fidget, the confidence from before nowhere to be seen.

"I want... your company, Rouxls. On... a date..." It looks down, unable to maintain eye contact.

Some slime falls on the grass next to you with a soft sound. Your head begins the movement of looking up but you stop it, with the embarrassing realization that it came from your own body. The temperature your face has reached isn't helping, either. You scramble to form an answer as your body betrays you.

"A... a date...? With me? I... I supposeth... it couldst be arranged..." You pull a little at the knot your fidgeting has formed on a strand of your hair. This wasn't at all how these things were supposed to go!

It smiles warmly, and the joy of seeing that smile directed at you washes over a little of your anxieties. You can barely remember this was about the skeleton at this point, and who cares about him anyway? The worm was probably making that up so you'd be more inclined to accept, anyway.

It was all going to be okay.

Sans was also telling himself that, setting up camp in a small cave. He was in unfamiliar, potentially dangerous territory, but it was going to be okay. Sans may have only 1 HP, but he can still hold his own in a fight. Darkners aren't as dangerous as humans, and he's done fine with *that* before, so...

It's the middle of the night when he wakes up and he doesn't remember falling asleep, but everything seemed to be the same as he had left it. Shaking off the worry, Sans gets up and gathers his belongings, readying himself to continue inching towards the fountain.

As for you, it's a lot later than usual bedtime and you know staying awake will be painful tomorrow, but the anticipation of your date won't let you sleep. You can't help but wonder if the Worme knows of your feelings, if it's just doing this to mess with you... It's all a little scary, but also thrilling.

Picking up your phone makes you slightly nauseated as you look at the time and date. It's April 1st. There is a mysterious skeleton in the Dark World and you have a date, with your crush for the longest time, on April 1st. Is all of this an elaborate, cruel joke? The idea of getting caught up with believing in something like that when it could all be untrue... You don't know if you should show up to this date, anymore.

The next day, you briefly wonder if sleep deprivation is making you see things that aren't real - because there's a skeleton in front of you. A skeleton has entered your store while you slept. Skeleton in the store. You summon a spade and point it at him.

"hold on, k-keep calm, okay? i come in peace" the skeleton says, raising his open hands to the sides of his skull. "name's sans, sans the skeleton."

"Why art thou in my Shoppe? Who let thou in?" you shout at him, spade fully ready to go. He better have a good answer, or...

"i'm looking for some food. got the gold to pay for it, don't worry. it's just i'm in uh, a bit of a hurry, and shops weren't going to open today, so..."

"Thou shouldn'tst enter people's housing that way... Sans. That ist consideredeth very rude." You pinch where the bridge of your nose would be, if you had one. "I can provideth you some goodes, but first I shalt needst to ask a few queries."

You carefully lodge the spade in between his forearm bones and ram it, and him, into the closest wall, morphing its shape a little so it effectively holds him there.

"ack...! what is- what are you-- let me go!"

He struggled and pulled at the white attack, to no avail. Another soon joined the first, pinning his other arm to the wall.

Suddenly, you are aware of how late it is already; you need to tell Worme you can't make it! Fishing your phone out of your back pocket, you dial in its number. How does a worm use a phone anyway...? That will be a question for another time.

"Yes?" The clear voice is always pleasant, no matter what it is saying.

"I... I havest run into... troubles", you begin. "Apologies dear Worme, I might not maketh it to our Date today."

"Is there any issue I can be of help with?"

You consider inviting the qorm over to look at your captivd monster, wondering if taking away the whole reason for the date in the first pla e wohld be a bad idea. Besides, there cant be a date today anyway so... You tell it to come..

And come it does, in an unnatutally short time consideri g its size and lack of limbs. While you and Sans await the arrival of the worm, he tries with all he's got not to talk about himself, and direct conversation towards you and the lucky lady you've got yourself. It flusters you, making it a little difficult to interrlgate appropriately.

"Thou needethst to tell me who thou are working for! The truth!" you state, exasperated.

The skeleton shrugs. "no one, really. do ya think i got the guts to lie to ya?"

You make a face of slight disghust at the pun. He really wasnt taking this seriously and doesnt seem to realize thst he is a threat to your kinmgdom just by being here at all.

Thinking about how he said guts, you take the opportunity to glance at his distinct lack of internal organs. Despite the way your universe seems to jandwave everythkng with "magic", this was nothing sjort of fascinating to you.

The worm arrives and, upon seeing Sans, hisses at him with hostility.

"You should get rid of him now. You don't know what he's capable of"

"what? hey, no! sansy here is capable of great, rib-ticklin' jokes, and sleeping a lot. thats it, im not going to hurt anyone, i swear"

"I am not talking to you. Rouxls, if you know whats best for us, you will destroy this monster while he is defenseless."

"Hey hey calmeth down! We art not killingth anyone in here withoutst a good reason! Skeleton, I really needeth to know what thoust came here to do."

The skeleton looks away, defeated. "i... o can't say that..."

"Maybe we should *make* him say it, then." said the Worm, with an assertive, spooky tone.

"What?? We can not useth any methodes of torture, if that'st what thou are suggesting!" you respond, a little horrified but also a little thrilled at how worked up the Worm seemed to be getting over that idea... is that How It is normally? with its... partner?

You shake away the plaguing thoughts, hoping your fierce blush isnt noticeable.

"It won't hurt a bit..." tje Worm said, as ot makes ots way to where asans is.

sans is actively afraid now that a creaturs is immaking ita wau tk him in this vulnerabl stage. e

it was taking its timd going, teasingly. approachong sans.

going npast sans,' slipperz thst were obn the floo for a while now, sans watched it not knowing how to feel until it brgan to climb on sans foot, fuzz prickling and caressing the bone. sans flinched at the umfamiliwt, teasing sensation.

when he realizes the worm doesnt jntend tk fo anyway, he pleads a bit, not bothering holdong in any aghged. is this legal? probably not

"Your sensotovity will not help you the slijtest jere skeleton", shenstated.

its oksy

every Churchill sayd ot will be okay

bur or odnut is it?

#undertale #writing #sans #rouxls kaard #should i tag the worm too #well it is the protagonist's love interest i guess #i fuckin wheezed once i woke up and read the end of this #ut!sans #deltarune #on meds #worm #quezqart

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coffee-n-some-cream · 7 years

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The Space I Filled - Chapter 6: Take Your Antibiotics and Make a Wish

Tim came to consciousness slowly, his vision black and his head fuzzy and throbbing. What had happened? Last he remembered, he had been in his room doing… what had he been doing? Laundry, wasn’t is? Yes. He had been doing laundry, but he had felt… oh. This again.

He pried his eyes open, blinking several times, and registered the blurry view of his nightstand from his bedroom floor. He placed one hand on the floor, took a few deep breaths, and tried to push himself up from the floor. The effort sent a wave of lightheadedness through him, his vision going white momentarily, and he collapsed back onto the floor, panting heavily.

He felt like he had just gone through his full workout with just that small exertion, his forehead suddenly covered in sweat, but in contrast his whole body was shaking with a chill. He pushed his forehead against the floor and huffed out a frustrated breath.

“Gabe? You here?”

Shit. He hadn’t heard her come through the door, or even knock. He didn’t want her to find him like this. He didn’t want to scare or worry her. And he didn’t want her to see him this weak. But he couldn’t really help it, could he?

“Gabe, where are you? You left all the lights on, I know you’re here. Gabe?”

Still. He refused to call to her. If she found him like this, fine, but he wasn’t going to help her. He lay in resigned yet stubborn silence on his bedroom floor and listened to her wander about his apartment looking for him.

“Gabe?” she called again, and this time she sounded like she was right outside the bedroom door. “I hope you’re not naked in there or anything, ‘cause I’m coming in!”

He couldn’t see the door as he was rolled away from it, but he heard it open and Adriana walk in.

“Oh my GOD! Gabe!” She was suddenly at his side, hands hovering over him. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Tim sighed. “I’m f-fine, Adriana, j-just…” he trailed off with frustration when he couldn’t make his teeth stop chattering as he spoke.

To his surprise, Adriana’s face went from panicked to a focus that almost seemed professional. She scanned him with her eyes and checked his pulse, pupils, and temperature, taking in all his symptoms - shivering, pale, sweating, feverish, weak, semi-conscious, pupils dilated, heavy breathing, and judging from all the swallowing, a sore throat.

“Your body is trying it’s damnedest to fight an infection, Gabe,” she said as she began helping him off the ground and into his bed, which was thankfully right next to where he had passed out.

“I kn-know,” he said, “This h-happens every n-now and again.”

Adriana shot him an incredulous look as she adjusted the sheets around him. “What happens?”

“I c-catch something and it hits me like a ton of bricks,” he deadpanned, slowly gaining control of his chattering teeth as being under his covers warmed him.

“Are you sure?” Adriana said as she wandered into the adjoining bathroom to search through his medicine cabinet for something to give him. “This is pretty serious, Gabe, I find it hard to believe you get sick like this very often.”

Tim shrugged. “Well, I don’t have a spleen, so.”

Adriana stopped rifling through the cabinet and poked her head out to stare at him. “You don’t have a spleen?” she asked with horror.

Tim smiled at her despite how absolutely shitty he felt. “It’s not that uncommon. I had to have it removed.”

Adriana rolled her eyes at him. “I know it’s not uncommon, Gabe, my mom’s a nurse, remember?” She turned her attention back to the medicine cabinet, pulling out a bottle and reading its label. “It’s just that if you don’t have a spleen, and the spleen, yanno, helps fight infection, you need to have antibiotics or vaccines fairly often to fight off the massive amount of infections you could get.”

“Yes, Adriana, I know. I had my spleen removed, remember?” he said patiently, before closing his eyes. He was exhausted.

“Well, smart guy, I don’t see any,” she responded.

“Any what?” he mumbled.

“Any antibiotics.”

“Oh, yeah, I don’t have any.”

Adriana closed the cabinet and he heard her walk over to stand next to the bed. “You don’t have any?”

“That’s what I said,” he said, not even opening his eyes to look at her. Too tired. “You’re such a good pupil, you listen so well.”

“Gabe, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

His eyes shot open at that and he reached out to grab her wrist. She jumped back and stared at him, startled.

“No hospital.”

Her brow knit. “Gabe, you-”

“No. Hospital.”

Hospitals held records, hospitals asked for ID, hospitals tried to identify you. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a fake ID, but being in a hospital was a permanent stamp on any area he was in, like a footprint left for anyone who knew where to look. They would register him, have a description of him, note that he doesn’t have a spleen. If anyone were looking for him, that would be one of the first places they checked. Hospitals were for emergencies only. This was not an emergency.

Adriana watched him carefully, then looked down at his grip on her wrist. He quickly let go of her and curled his hand against his stomach.

“Alright. No hospital,” she agreed, albeit grudgingly. “But I’m going down to the drugstore and I’m picking up some antibiotics for you, and hopefully your body will sort this out on its own.”

Tim nodded in agreement. “Good plan. Mentor approves.”

Adriana shook her head at him and walked out of the room, muttering, “You’re weird when you’re sick.”

By the time she got back with a bag of antibiotics, pain meds, and a few cans of chicken noodle soup, Gabe had descended into a feverish, delirious mess. He was mumbling to himself incoherently and, upon seeing her walk through the bedroom door, attempted to order her out of the room.

“Excuse me?” she asked, incredulous.

“Out!” he demanded, pointing a finger imperiously at the door. “The sickness can’t spread!”

Adriana stared at him for a moment, mouth hanging open, before she said, “Uh, no.”

Gabe produced what can only be called a growl and buried himself further into his sheets. Then he started mumbling again. “Insubordinate… I’m the leader of the Titans now, you do what I say, little miss ‘I do what I want,’ just ‘cause you’re Superman’s kid, well…”

Adriana elected to ignore his nonsensical mutterings and set about administering the antibiotics, which he was thankfully cooperative about.

“Okay, Gabe, there’s pain meds here if you want them,” she said, jiggling the container before setting it on the dresser next to his bed along with a glass of water.

Gabe turned to look at her, eyes wide and searching. “Who is Gabe?”

Adriana looked at him and reconsidered taking him to the hospital for a moment, but instead just turned to leave. “You’re delirious. I’m going to make you some chicken soup. Be back in a bit.”

Gabe hummed and mumbled something. Adriana stopped and turned back to him, expecting more nonsense.

“What was that?” she called, leaning forward.

“What a shit way to spend my birthday,” he muttered, slightly louder.

She stared at him. “It’s your birthday?”

“Ugh. Yeah. Twenty-five years old as of today,” he grumped, suddenly sounding much more coherent as he waved his hand in the air dismissively. “Don’t tell them though, they’ll try to make something of it.”

Adriana looked around the room as if the people Gabe was referring to were somehow hiding there. “Don’t tell… who?”

“ Them. Oh, nevermind, Steph.”

Adriana raised an eyebrow. “I’m Adriana…?”

“Uh-huh.” Gabe rolled over onto his side, turning his back to her, and almost immediately began to snore.

Adriana stared at him for a few more moments before shaking her head with a smile and heading toward the kitchen to make the soup. She was never going to let him live this down.

Nightwing looked out over Gotham city as he dangled his legs off the side of an apartment building and sipped on the ice coffee he had purchased at the cafe a little ways down the block. He kicked his legs back and forth and sighed. He remembered on this day, years ago, he’d make an impromptu visit to his little brother’s place and drag him out to have some fun, or maybe he’d just stay in and hang with him. Whichever. He’d be with him. Nowadays, that wasn’t really an option. Didn’t mean he couldn’t celebrate the kid’s birthday at all, though.

“How are you, Tim?” he began, as he always did. “Things are alright here, in case you want to know. Damian hit a growth spurt. Again. He’s gonna be taller than you soon and he’s only fifteen. Jason’s good, he’s talking to me more. Still stubborn though. He actually misses you, I think. Babs still has that program looking for you, you know. She checks it every weekend, but… I think she gave up on it a while ago.” He frowned a bit, then took another sip of his coffee.

“You know, Bruce doesn’t like to talk about you when this day comes around, but I know he’s thinking about you. Trying not to, of course, but he is. Alfred is too. He gets a little more sullen this day every year. And Cass… let’s see. She’s doing beautifully in her ballet lessons, Tim, you’d be proud. She’s doing good. Don’t see her much though. Steph is good too. She took it hard when you disappeared but she bounced back. She’s like that. Which you already knew.”

He took a long sip of the ice coffee and furrowed his brow. “Who am I forgetting…? Oh!” He chuckled. “Me! I’m doing great, as always, I’m just. I don’t know. A little tired. Tonight’s been rough. Talking to you has made me feel better though. I wish the others would join me for this little tradition, but… Yeah, they say it feels like they’re mourning you. The only person I can ever celebrate today with is- Oh, there he is.”

Dick looked up to the sky and watched as Superboy descended toward the roof, small smile on his face and coffee in hand.

“Hey, Kon!” Dick called.

“Hey,” Superboy responded, perching beside him on the edge of the roof. “Got my coffee.”

“Actual coffee this time?” Dick asked.

“Nah, you know I hate the stuff. I got a hot chocolate.”

Dick nodded. “Wise choice.”

Kon held up his styrofoam cup and Dick responded in kind, both their drinks bought from Tim’s favorite coffee shop in Gotham.

“To being twenty-five years old. Happy Birthday, Tim,” Kon said, his voice heavy but steady.

“Happy Birthday, Tim,” Dick repeated, and tapped the edge of his cup against Kon’s.

They both took a sip, then sat side by side and watched the bustle of Gotham city.

AO3

#my writing #fandom writings #ao3 #dc #tim drake #batfam #the space i filled #tim is sick because when you don't have a spleen sometimes you get sick ok #adriana's mom is a nurse #the ppl back home miss him #happ birth timboy

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