“The waver in a persons voice when they’re stressed” with gaster?
the next life
Rating: T
Word Count: 768
Read on AO3: here
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Metal bent and buckled, rivets popping from the pressure, polyurethane gloves melting to the cloth gloves melting to his hands. Marrow boiling in his bones, thoughts evaporating like every last trace of humidity in the parched air.
Wrong. Everything had gone so, so wrong. This was supposed to be routine maintenance. No magma flares had been predicted for the next seventy-two hours. His calculations were never wrong.
He was never wrong, and if he was, it couldn’t be now—not with his brother huddled in the maintenance pod beside him, his sockets dark with terror.
“✋︎—I ☟︎AV☜︎ ☜︎VE☼︎Y❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ UN👎︎☜︎R 👍︎⚐︎NTR⚐︎☹︎,” he said, his cipher flickering in and out. Sans would never believe such a trembling lie.
If Wingdings didn’t do something soon, it wouldn’t matter. Skeletons could survive extreme temperatures, but with enough time heat could crack their bones. Then they’d be nothing but charred dust embedded in the pod’s melting hull.
“Dings, I…” Sans gasped out.
Wingdings flipped switches and turned dials, trying to vent heat, engage the backup coolant containers. Warnings blared and blared, loud as Sans’s drunk voice on karaoke night.
“Dings.” Sans grasped the sleeve of his lab coat, which was starting to smoke. “Please.”
Wingdings tugged his arm free. He couldn’t afford to be distracted now. He had to work harder, faster, he had to save them—
“Papyrus.”
Wingdings flinched at his childhood name. He’d discarded that font long ago, replacing it with others that would be taken more seriously. Aster for straightforward communication; Wingdings to protect his work from nosy journalists. The mystery of the dingbat accent added a certain flair to his reputation, too.
Of course, none of that mattered now. On the other side of the pod, red-hot magma began to seep through the pod’s cracks.
“We’re not getting out of here.” Sans’s voice was resigned. His bones rattled gently, barely audible over all the klaxons. “Can you finally take a break for two seconds to look me in the eyes?”
Wingdings didn’t want to. That would be as good as admitting he’d failed. That his life’s work ended in a fiery grave, where no one could even give them a proper funeral. Without his constant adjustments, the CORE would overload New Home’s power grid. It would be back to the darkness for the rest of monsterkind. All those people who’d counted on him…
“You’ve done everything you can,” Sans said. “You’ve done everything for everyone else, except for—”
Except for me, Sans didn’t say.
If there had been any water left in him, Wingdings would’ve cried.
“I’M SORRY,” he murmured, gripping his brother’s hand. The melted rubber oozed between their metacarpals.
“I know.”
Magma inched closer, yet closer. The heat baked the periosteum of his skull.
“I SHOULD NEVER HAVE BROUGHT YOU WITH ME.”
“What, and crawl through all those narrow maintenance pipes yourself?”
Wingdings shook his head. It wasn’t the time for his brother’s terrible jokes.
There would never be a time again.
“‘Sides, it’s a bit late to get cold feet.”
Wingdings snorted in spite of himself. The magma reached the tip of Sans’s slippers, catching them aflame.
“Ah. Toasty.” Sans forced a grin.
Sans was trying to comfort him. Despite everything, his brother was still trying to make things a little brighter.
Wingdings’ ribcage felt like it was cracking.
“SANS, I—”
The pod shuddered. The control panel sparked, circuits sizzling and smoking.
“It’s ok.” Sans squeezed his hand. “I’ll see ya in the next life, alright?”
“THE NEXT LIFE,” Wingdings murmured, eyesockets widening.
He’d done studies into other lives. Other realities. Universes where the Barrier didn’t exist, or where they’d never been trapped in the first place—but any practical experiments would have taken far too much power. More power than he’d even been able to harness with the CORE.
But maybe, with the raw heat energy surrounding them—
He reached back for the controls, tugging Sans’s rubber-fused hand with him.
“H-hey, I thought we were having a moment.” Sans’s shorts were on fire; he tried to pat out the flames with his free hand.
“WE ARE. AND WE WILL HAVE MANY MORE MOMENTS YET!”
Mental calculations complete, Wingdings opened the fuel hatches and punched the throttle. Explosions shook him to his core (oh, Sans would have loved that pun) as gasoline hit magma and combusted. And with that power—
They punched through into the dark.
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“There’s two of ‘em… brothers, I think. They just showed up one day and… asserted themselves.
“This town has gotten a lot more interesting since then.”
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I’ve been catching up with all the Deltarune theories and theme analysis that came out since chapter 2. And what surprise, the one that immediately caught my attention was the “Papyrus is the knight” theories, cos, ya know, I love him very much.
As for if I believe in the theories? Meh, Imma let Toby surprise me rather than speculate. So, see this more of an AU or headcanon than what I think will actually be happening in game.
Still, this tickled the creative side of my brain so you can bet you can find a loooong ass ramble here if you wanna know more about this AU/headcanon of mine.
It gets unnecessarily meta :)
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