Title: A Guardian Angel
Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale, Toby Fox does. I also don't own any AU they may be used in this story and they belong to their own creators. I do own the OC's.
Summary: I still remember that day. It was horrible and painful. The day I died. One W. D. Gaster saved me. Now I share his curse. I watch my sister as she is corrupted by Chara and I convince the Void to allow me to stop this anomaly. Now I have a year to myself. What am I to do when two skeletons mistake me for Gaster and manage to gin crushes on me? The bad thing is, I think I'm starting to do the same. I suck at summaries, just read and find out.
- Chapter 1 -
I still remember that day. It was horrible and painful. Our parents weren't the best of people, in fact, they were the worst you could possibly imagine. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was born on a cold December night, I had a pretty normal life up until I was six. I then started to gain a fascination with the fairy tales of magic and oddly enough, skeletons and that's when I began to notice a change in my parents. They began to become manipulative with my emotions and child innocence. When I turned eight was when they actually started to raise their voice, yelling at me at even the slightest of mistakes. However, when I turned nine, I gained a baby sister. They named her Frisk. It was only a year later when they began to be physical in their abuse. Of course, it was only me since Frisk was only one. They even started to use her as a threat to get me to do what they wanted. I hated those people, still do. When Frisk turned three, they locked us both in the dark, damp and cold basement. They only fed us a slice of bread and a glass of water a day and I always gave my helpings to Frisk, she needed it more than me. For six years, they treated us as less then trash and while Frisk was thinner than a nine year should be, I was quite literally skin and bones. I tried to leave since I was eighteen and tried to bring Frisk with me but that quickly turned south.
They quickly turned threatening. Mother held a knife while Father ran upstairs to grab his shotgun. I quickly shielded Frisk and caught the knife in the chest when Mother threw the knife. I coughed up blood, staring at the knife in shock. I could hear Frisk scream in fear so I turned to Frisk and looked her in the eyes.
"Frisk, my angel, I need you to run." I cough up more blood and I could see her shake her head rapidly. I grab her shoulders and hug her, "Frisk! I need you to be strong! I need you to run and get the closest help. If you follow the dirt road you should get into town. Please Frisk! You are the only light I have in this life, I need you to find safety and send for help." I could feel her shake and sob into my thin rag of a shirt. I pull back and stare into her eyes with my own full of love and proud. "You are my little angel, Frisk." I could hear Mother and father scrambling up stairs looking for the ammunition to the shotgun. They won't find but maybe two rounds, I hid the rest in the basement, a place they'll never look. "Frisk, I promise you that I'll always love you, that I'll always be by your side and that everything will be just fine. Have I ever broken my promises?" I spoke softly. Frisk hesitantly shakes their head. I hear the stomps head towards the stairs. "Then run! Run!" I push Frisk out the door and I see her run and stop to look back, "RUN!" I scream at her as a gunshot echoes through the air and my chest begins to become a waterfall of blood. Frisk sprints down the road.
It takes my entire will to keep standing and as soon as I see Frisk leave my sight, I turn around. I can see their faces, horrified and pale, as if they are seeing a ghost. I look down, my entire body has bled out with a giant hole you can see all the way through in my chest. I begin to laugh and cry black tears. "Surprised?" I couldn't help but smirk at their faces. "That's right, assholes. I died a LONG time ago. Lack of food would do that to you. I had to give everything to Frisk, they needed to survive." My knees begin to shake from the effort of standing. I had ground myself to Frisk in order to stay in the physical world but the thing is, I need to stay within a yard of her presence or my physical body will begin to deteriorate. I stumble forward, the room spinning. Already, my body is beginning to turn to dust. I raise my hands to the lit fireplace and the flames quickly shoot to my hands in giant balls and summon my soul out into the open, a half white and half black heart. I then set the house on fire by sending at least three balls to each room but not before setting the people in front of me on fire to prevent them from escaping. Their screams both make me sick and feel sadistic pleasure. "Now you know my pain." The fire has quickly covered the entire house eating everything in its way. I can hear faint sirens in the distance.
I walk through the house, flames licking at my sides with my losing concentration on them. My old bedroom, turned into a computer room. I can remember how my parents would lock me in here, I can remember how I braved the shadows and 'boogeyman' all those nights. I can see my soul flash orange with bravery. My parents room. I can remember all the punishments and how I would do my best to endure them and push through the pain. I can see my soul flash purple with Perseverance. Frisks old nursery. I can remember when I first laid eyes on her and how she felt in my arms. I see my soul flash pink with compassion and love. The kitchen. I can remember how I would be the one to cook and serve the food. I would always make sure everyone had their fair share. I see my soul flash yellow with justice. The dining room. I can remember waiting patiently for my own plate for I wasn't allowed to eat until they were done. I see my soul flash a light blue with patience. The living room. I can remember sitting in the corner with Frisk playing with her and teaching her how to talk, doing anything to keep her smiling. I see my soul flash green with kindness. The hallway. I remember breaking a vase here and of course admitting to my mistake. I see my soul flash a dark blue with integrity. I stop at the door to the basement. I remember how I would do everything to make sure Frisk survived their imprisonment. I would give her my food, my clothes and even my warmth. All I knew was that she had to survive. I see my soul flash red with determination.
I walk back to the living room, my parents bodies long since being turn to ash. There are shouts outside now. The fire had spread to the forest around the house and the firefighters are trying to stop that since they deemed the house a lost cause. A cry of "BROTHER!" had me looking out the open front door to see Frisk, eyes wide open and tear flooding down her cheeks. By now half of my head was dust along with most of my sides, legs and torso which stopped when Frisk entered the area. I look at Frisk, my lovely little sister. She was my light, the thing I fought for, tooth and nail. Seeing her eyes full of panic, I couldn't help but smile softly at her with eyes full of love. Yes, she was worth it. I would give my life a thousand times for her. An officer is holding her back from running into the fire, his own eye wide and staring in horror at me. I lift my hands and slowly sign to my sister, "I love you, Frisk." Her eyes go even wider. I turn and look one last time. "I will see you two in Hell." I spit on their ashes before turning back around. I cast one last glance at my beautiful sister before closing my eyes a releasing my hold over the flames. They swirl around behind me, creating this illusion of wings of flame as my soul glows a bright white. Oddly fitting.
The last thing I remember before my soul finally cracks, explodes and my body is burnt to dust is the painful and sorrow filled scream of my name from Frisks throat.
"LUCIFER!"
