Here I am once again for the another one of these shorts. This time, the focus will be on a couple villain characters and their affairs.
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- Story Begin
It seemed like just another fine day within the House of Music. Gods and goddesses were performing throughout its grand central hall, and many more were cheering them on in droves. On days kinda like these, Sans prefered the sounds of fellowship to that of animosity. The short skeleton had been tapping his sandal to the rhythm of the festive noises, his eyes shut from the cacophonous sounds.
As the various crowds raved on, he was enjoying a performance by the peculiar duo of Brook, a fellow skeletal being, and Dethklok, an eccentric metal band, his bony arms behind his jacket.
Sans peeks down at a certain young adventurer standing close beside him, noting the sheer glee on her face, "Looks like you're having a ball, kid. Good to see a smile on your face."
When the small girl gave him a delightful nod, he just chuckles to himself at her enthusiasm, the grin on his face now wider.
Heh, Frisk always did have an admiration for the Straw Hats and their crazy ventures. Considering how much praise she held for even the band of pirates, he figured accompanying her to an event like this would not have been too much of a hassle for him.
As she returned her attention to the music, he gives his own cursory glance to the boundary of the crowd, and he catches sight of a particular individual beyond it, "Hm…"
He turns back toward the rather devious-looking figure; and right when the performance reached one of its lower points, he nudges Frisk on the shoulder, getting her attention, "Hey, make sure to watch your back. Gotta go check something out real quick."
When she nodded her head in response, he makes his way out of the crowd, approaching the edge of another jubilant batch. Out of almost every being who bustled through the wide space, one was standing out as a tad more out of place than the others.
It was a scraggly male in violet plated armor, a toothy grin on his sly face. He had been keeping a keen eye on some of the more sinister members of the house, like I-No and Margaret Moonlight. Quite appropriate considering who the man was to someone like Sans.
As the man stroked his chin in his deep thought, Sans approaches his back, "Ay, Crow. Didn't expect to see the likes of you slip in here on this occasion."
Crow turns back toward the skeleton, and he shrugs his shoulders at him, "A pleasure to see you too, Sans. I'll have to ask that you not mind my being here though. Needed the inspiration for a new devilish theme of mine, so I dropped on by for a short bit. No wicked schemes up my sleeves today."
Sans rolls his beady eyes at the classical villain, "Seems about right. Thought something was off with you coming here without your flock of little birdies."
Crow places his gauntleted hands onto his waist as he shook his head at Sans' nonchalance, "Don't turn a blind eye that easily, else another one of your lovely princesses will end up in my claws. Anyways, there was this little thing I needed to get back to in a while."
Sans raises a bone brow at Crow, "Mind if I hear anything about it?"
Crow scoffs at the sudden question from the skeleton, "Ever the cautious one, aren't we? It's just a group luncheon being headed by DeDeDe in the House of Villains. You can come join if you want."
Hm… so Crow still did have that kind of outlook on Sans. Like a couple other deities, the skeletal monster was also known for the numerous iterations on his story. He was not surprised by it influencing his image for others, but he was somewhat bothered by the inconvenient misunderstandings from it.
Sans considers the idea for a moment, and he glances back toward his crowd, "I'll give it some thought. Have my hands kinda full at the moment."
Crow returns his attention to the aforementioned villainous performances, "Whatever you say, man. Still gotta find my own inspiration eventually."
As the armored man strolled back toward the other crowds, Sans lets out a quick sigh, "Huh, a luncheon… Seems interesting enough."
When the performance behind him came to its own conclusion, Sans turns back toward the dispersing group, and he notices Frisk amongst it. She returns to her guardian in a skip, a giddy smile on her face.
Sans looks down at Frisk as he patted her head, "Glad to see you had fun out there."
As Frisk giggled at the kind gesture from him, Sans recalls the words from Crow, and he kneels down next to the young girl, "Hey, I got to hear about this small party happening in the House of Villains. It was a treat from DeDeDe, so it should be fine for both of us. Wanna tag along?"
Frisks shrugs her shoulders at the question, not looking opposed to the occasion. Sans composes himself at the decision, and he strolls back toward the main door of the house, her form close behind his.
After the pair reached the large gateway, Sans grabs its knob, "House of Villains: Main Hall."
When a bright light began shining through from behind the doorway, Sans pulls it open, revealing another expanse of immense proportions beyond it, and he enters into the space alongside Frisk.
The House of Villains held quite the familiar vibe for visitors such as Sans and Frisk. Even though it harbored an extensive number of dubious individuals, the short skeleton kept his calm demeanor on the way, his arms back behind himself. Frisk knew of the atmosphere just as well, but she still held onto the hem of his jacket.
As the pair rounded the central stairwell of the area, Sans glances down into the structure, noticing the eerie lack of deities in the vicinity, "Huh, that's odd. Would've expected more guys around with how chill it is."
Right on those words, an ominous aura begins emanating from the inner depths of the massive house, taking the pair by surprise. Sans clicks his teeth at the nature behind the overbearing presence, but he continues his trek alongside Frisk. As they made their way, the source of the energy reaches the same level as them. It was an adolescent boy in a sleek, dark uniform who was strolling through the space, an unreadable smile on his plain face.
Even though Sans tried getting past his proximity, the boy turns back toward him in an instant, noticing the young girl in his care,「Oui, Mijiruton.」
Sans curses under his absent breath, but he turns back toward the boy anyway, "Sup, pal. You need something?"
The boy leans over at a jarring angle, getting a quick look at Frisk, and he begins rubbing at his temple for a certain memory,「That person behind you. I've heard something about them here, haven't I…?」
Sans sighs at their predicament as he held his arm out before Frisk, "Hm… Think I may have spoken out a bit too soon back there..."
The boy perks up at a sudden realization, his smile now much wider,「Ah! It was about something special lingering within them. A monster… Chara, was it?」
Sans raises a suspicious bone brow at the boy, his grin on a fault, "Hey, don't gotta mention that like it's nothing. Where's your heart?"
The boy tilts his head at the question in perplexion, so he taps the upper portion of his chest,「Right here. Where else would it be?」
Seriously…? What was this kid on? He was letting off a creepy vibe, and he was speaking in such a bizarre tone. It was almost reminding Sans of that Enoshima cheek. Almost…
As Sans scoffed at the answer, the boy holds his hands out, his smile now a twisted smirk,「Either way, my curiosity has been piqued. I wonder…」
In the blink of an eye, a pair of giant slotted screws materialize in the boy's grasp. He begins taking slow steps toward the pair; and as Sans prepared himself for anything, the boy smirks at the young girl behind the skeleton, his eyes down in a scowl of nothing but malice.
He goes from a walk to a lunge at Frisk in an instant, a frightening visage over his expression,「Could I make something like that appear?」
Before Frisk could even yelp, the clash goes by in record time. An entire series of lengthy bones burst forth from the floor, piercing through most all of the boy in midair. As the screws fell from his hands, his body quakes from the intense surge of pain, dripping blood all over the many bone constructs.
The boy freezes at his suspension off the floor, and he glances back down at the bones, a small stream of blood at the corner of his lips,「Eh…」
Sans was standing dead silent before the violent mess as he frowned at the sight, his hand already upward. As the momentary beat of the confrontation went by, Frisk holds onto her guardian even closer out of fright.
Sans glares up at the incapacitated boy, a small blue flame now in his left eye socket, "Getting a little too close there, buddy. Think about hurting my friends again. I'll give you a bad time for your troubles."
The boy coughs up even more blood, the already dull light in this eyes almost gone,「Huh… To be done in like that silly Fude. How ironic. I wonder… Will he forgive me in the beyond? Probably not…」
Sans sighs to himself as he turned back toward Frisk, and he places his hand onto her shoulder, "Alright, let's get going, kid."
When she nodded her head in response, somewhat shaken by the scene, the pair begin resuming their course. Not even a few steps into it, a bit of shuffling occurs behind the both of them, returning their attention to that area. When they looked back that way, a gasp escapes their mouths at the baffling sight.
The boy was stretching himself out like nothing happened, his form clear of bone and blood, and he smiles at the dumbfounded pair,「Just kidding. Seems like I can lose to even a 'weak' monster like you, so I'll keep looking around. Maybe those 'Fate' girls will be fun messing with. Kumagawa, stage right.」
Kumagawa chuckles to himself as he scratched the back of his messy, black hair, and he continues his quiet walk through the house without a single care in the world.
Sans rolls his eyes at the end of the confrontation, incredulous to the whole ordeal, "Freak…"
The pair return to their own route until they came into view of a particular section in the area. A content smile returns to Sans' face at the sight of House of Villains dining area.
It was the spacious room in a side of the area, in its same architectural style, and it held quite the number of recognisable figures. Despite the shady atmosphere given by its occupants, the event looked as lively as any other.
Well, the proceedings of the event seemed about right from where Sans was standing. A majority of the representative deities were lounging around the grand dining table. Around them, a cavalcade of Prinnies were hauling various platters off to the attendants. It looked like DeDeDe went out there for a friendly gathering, even contacting Valvatorez for a squadron of the demon penguins.
Alongside Frisk, Sans begins strolling toward the table; and when a glint of dark light fluttered around the pair, he squints his eyes up at it in its return flight.
Hm… Even Airy was helping the party out. DeDeDe would have needed some kind of hostess for all this, so he must have provided one pretty decent bribe on that front.
The two reach a pair of seats beside the table; and when a Prinny pulled them back for the new attendants, they take a seat there. The other guests were enjoying themselves from the looks of it, either conversing amongst each other or chowing down on the feast.
In the center of it all, the stout penguin himself was seated on one wide side of the dinner table. He was hearing in on another report from Airy; and by the time she continued her rounds through the area, he had noticed his two new partygoers make themselves comfortable.
He waves his matted hand at the pair, a jovial smile on his pudgy face, "Yo, Sans, Frisk! Good to have ya."
Sans returns the wave as he relaxed against his cozy seat, "No problem, De!"
A pair of Prinnies carry over two covered platters for the deities, and they pull them open, revealing a bottle of ketchup for Sans and butterscotch pie for Frisk. When the two of them partook in their confections, the Prinnies return to the rest of their duties. As the skeleton enjoyed his favorite sauce, Frisk grabs one of her slices of pie for consumption, but she notices a particular chat off to the side of the table.
A certain petite girl by the name of Chou-Chou was sitting on one end of the table as she had conversed to a pair of young villains beside herself.
As Frisk leaned in toward the chatter, Chou-Chou sets her chin down onto her interlocked fingers, her sight now on the villain to her right, "And that pretty much sums up my conquering of the Seven Worlds, Ika. Lots of broken bones and even more flustered faces."
The squid girl, Ika Musume, pouts to herself as she clasped her temples in her small hands, an irritated look to her features, "Hm… I just don't get it, Chouey. I've only ever been on Earth, and I still can't take it over."
Chou-Chou smirks to herself at a particular idea as she crossed her legs, and she points her squid friend to her tentacle hair, "It shouldn't be that tough for someone like you. You've got tentacles for days. Trust me, it'll do you wonders to use those much more liberally when you get the chance."
The pale technician, Jack Spicer, who was sitting to her left raises an eyebrow at the confident suggestion, "What kind of ridiculous tip is that? She'd be better off with a robot army than something that crazy."
Chou-Chou gives the boy genius a coy tilt of her head, "And that preference got you where exactly? I figured you'd need advice too with that kind of streak."
He flinches at the snide remark, and he continues chewing on his food as he began moping to himself, "I've broken it a few times…"
Chou-Chou giggles at sullen display until she notices at Frisk listening in on them, and she smiles over at her, "Quite the joy to have you around too, Frisk. I hope the food is to your liking."
Frisk returns the smile in kind, so she continues enjoying her share of the veritable feast. Sans grins to himself at seeing his buddy enjoy herself this much.
As Sans rested in his seat, the ragged man who was seating to his left taps his shoulder, "Hey, Sans. Good to have you around too. Much going on with you lately?"
Sans shrugs his shoulders at the Team Skull Leader, "Not much here, Guzman. Just watching over the kid like always."
Guzma adjusts his dented shades as he pointed Sans out back toward the inner house, "Heh, gotta hand it to you though. Heard you managed to chase off that Misogi kid. Guy was creeping everyone out without even trying."
As the pair of skeleton-themed deities were having their exchange, the malevolent figure who was seated across from DeDeDe chuckled to himself at the particular mention of Kumagawa. He was the conglomerate of wispy darkness and ominous flames known as Hades, and he held a devious grin on his face.
He glances between a majority of his fellow gods and goddesses, "As much as I enjoy hearing about the exploits of that young lad, his presence here does perplex me. Just who could have led him into this place?"
He directs his gaze down toward one of the darker-suited men on the other side of the table. It was the one who possessed an eternal sneer known as Terumi, his hands in his pockets during his silence.
Terumi averts his own sight from Hades as he snickered to himself, "Don't look at me. Had no idea the screwy kid was even around."
As Hades scoffed at the excuse, DeDeDe gestures toward the two shady beings, a frown now on his face, "Now don't go making a fuss here, you two."
Terumi shrugs his shoulders at the statement, and he shots Sans and Frisk a quick look, "Excuse me if this occasion has been a bore. It's already mushy enough with those two around."
Sans just takes another swig from his ketchup bottle at the venomous condescencion, not caring for the discontent of the monstrous snake. The man in white and another man in black sigh to themselves at the reluctance of their associate during their conversation.
The other one in black, Tohru Adachi, brushes the spiteful words off as he smiled over at DeDeDe, "Don't you worry about him, boss penguin. We'll keep our eyes out."
When DeDeDe nodded his head in approval, the man in white, Roman Torchwick, tosses his arm over the shoulder of the humanized snake, "Now then, back to our little transaction."
As Sans smirked to himself at the beratement of the treacherous revenant, DeDeDe sighes at the apparent conduct throughout much of the occasion, "Seriously, some of y'all need to give that foolishness a rest."
Within any remaining chit-chat, the elegant man seated on the other end of the dining table nods his head at the comment, his form in flowing white garbs, "Agreed."
Hades almost breaks out into laughter from the composed remark, his hand over his mouth, "Even Grif put his two cents in. I can practically feel Guts screaming right about now."
Aside from the gathering calming down from the tension, the dragonic brute himself, Bowser Koopa, was seated between some of said participants, not a single word from his mouth at all. He only chomped down on his platter of meaty foods as he was keeping to himself for the most part.
Hades notices this right away, and he looks over at the turtle as he leaned over on the table, placing his chin down onto his open palm, "Something the matter there, Bow-Wow? You've just been heeding nothing but your food since you got here."
Bowser continued scarfing down his meal in complete indifference, an intense scowl on face. Hm… Looked like Hades pulled another fast one on Bowser. Considering the plain mischief from the demon, Sans figured he went through on yet another Klefki prank to unnerving success.
As Hades chuckles to himself, Chou-Chou giggles at the flustered Bowser, "Lighten up there, man. You don't wanna leave yourself wide open to becoming another one of my minion."
Bowser scoffs at the devious threat as he tossed a large meat bone aside, "Like you could do that…"
Hades glances away from the nonplussed Bowser, his smirk right back on his face, "Not like it hasn't happened to you before."
Bowser slams his fist against the table, startling most of his fellow colleagues on the spot, and he glares over at Hades, "You say something…!"
As the tension rose back up between the partygoers, Dedede let out a slow sigh, "Oh dear…"
Before anything further could break out though, a series of rough stomps cuts everyone off from it, and it pulls their sight toward the entrance of the area. A certain tyrannical alien, Frieza, was trudging his way into the event, an infuriated look to his expression. He was apparently ranting to himself about something.
When Frieza took one of the empty seats on the table, Roman raises an eyebrow at the angered villain, "Heh, what's gotten into you?"
Frieza rests his elbows on the table as he pitched the bridge of his nose, "I can't believe I was trifled with by the personification of some entertainment system. Is 'Nep' even an actual word?"
As Sans glances over at him from the specific exclamation, Hades nods to himself in clear understanding of the situation, "And he ran into Neptune. That certainly explains the mood."
Chou-Chou raises her hand at the frustrated question, a coy smile on her face, "It is technically is a word in our dictionary, if that answers your question."
As Sans And Frisk snickered to themselves at the response, Frieza glares over at her, "Don't you patronize me, half pint. It's already a pain dealing with that idiot monkey. Now I have to bother with that girl and her ilk."
Hades glances back down at Terumi, a small quirk to his dark brow, "Speaking of Goku… yo, Terumi. Didn't someone like that just get a promotion as one of your colleagues in the House of Hatred?"
Terumi thinks back for a moment, and he nods his head in return, "There was. Guy's name was Goku Black. Looked like he hated being around people even more than me."
Hades nods to himself at the explanation, and he strokes his chin at a curious idea, "Ah, sures sounds like a splendid fellow. Wonder if he'd be willing to join my bowling nights with Akuma. We were looking for some new players."
Frieza sighes out in exasperation, drooping his shoulders in defeat, "Great, now they're multiplying. Could… could one of you silly penguins just bring me something. I need my mind off of this."
As the numerous Prinnies had been scrambling at the sudden order, Sans sighed to himself at the hectic antics at that time. Even on slow days like those, things still turn out all kinds of crazy around the place.
- Story End
And that is a wrap. Like always, I hope the lot of you liked reading through this. And if you could, be generous enough to give it a helpful review.
Reference Notes
) With how much the Trope Pantheon can encompass in regard to stories, Crow, from the Neferious game, did elude to Sans from various Undertale AUs.
) That was in fact Kumagawa Misogi from Medaka Box showing up as an unexpected guest. He may not have ascended yet, but he had a profile just waiting to be used.
) Hades is not lying about Akuma spending some time in bowling. Just look into Tekken 7, man gets strikes with the best of them in that game.