I'm not dead! I've just been busy with lots of stuff! Drawing, writing stories, all that jazz! (Sadly, I cannot get the motivation or ideas to continue Biohazard Z. I have, however, started some other stories, and here's one of them! This is a story idea I adopted from WhiteWhisperingWind, and I'm super excited for it! I hope all of you enjoy it too, and I might post the other stories too today! XD
'Gaster signing'
Thoughts
'Writing'
"Speech"
Onomatopoeia (sound effects)
::Text (in a text box)::
Chapter 1: Transformation
The room is silent. There is the soft sound of rhythmic breathing, emanating from one of the people laying in the beds. He has blonde hair, still in a braid even though he's asleep, and two dots on his forehead. This is why his widely accepted nickname is 'Two-Spot'. The other bed in the room is occupied by a teen with stark white hair. His eyes are open, staring at the ceiling. Something is wrong. The phrase is running through his thoughts, over and over. He can feel something off, something not quite in its right place, but he can't place a finger on it. He rubs his aching left eye, wondering if perhaps his scar is the thing messing with him. He sits up to look in the mirror across the room from his bed, hoping to see just him, not Neah behind him or a strangely-behaving left eye. But he's disappointed on both accounts. Neah is indeed there, staring at him impassively. And his eyes, both of them, are slightly discoloured. Not golden, which he would blame on Neah, but red in one eye, and blue in the other. A few choice words pop up in his head as he thinks of what would happen should anyone notice the discolouration. They would think Neah was taking over, even though they should know by now that Neah would turn his eyes golden. They would panic. And although there don't seem to be any other changes to his appearance, the fact that his eyes are changing at all worries him. All I have ever done is help them. I don't see why they mistrust me so much. He sighs, closing his eyes and starting to lay back down. He sits bolt-upright, eyes wide, when he realizes that no sound at all has escaped his mouth. Link wakes up just then, just at the wrong moment.
"Walker, what's wrong?" he asks, concerned that the fourteenth is attempting to take control. Allen turns to Link and signs,
'Hello, Link.', his hand flicking easily into the different sign language letters. Link's eyes widen in surprise, and then narrow in suspicion.
"Since when do you know sign language, Walker? And why are you using it now?" Allen frowns, annoyed that he hadn't thought of this consequence before. Now Link is suspicious. Link is fully awake now, and getting more annoyed. "Walker. Answer me. Now!" Allen tries to tell him that he can't talk, but nothing comes out and Link snaps at him to speak up. Allen screams at him silently, a tear trailing down his cheek. Link finally gets the point, looking shocked and a little guilty. "You…can't speak." Allen nods and turns to look out the window, trying to calm down. Some amount of time passes before Link asks, "Walker. Are you hungry? You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Allen shakes his head, still not looking at Link. He's not hungry. In fact, he's queasy thinking if all the things that could go wrong from this point onwards. If he reverts to his old form, things could get disastrous. He knows how humans react faced with his kind. They get scared, irrational. They would attack him, and he would be forced to retaliate just so he wouldn't die. Tears, red and electric blue, roll down his cheeks as he remembers all that he had to give up last time the humans attacked his kind. Monster kind. Link says his name, sounding confused and frightened as he sees the color of Allen's tears. Allen promptly curls into a ball, ducking his head and pulling his knees tight to his chest. Link sighs and shakes his head, walking from the room with a purposeful step.
He comes back a few minutes later with Kanda of all people. Kanda growls protests, pissed.
"Why the fuck are you dragging me here?" He snaps. Link just walks over to Allen and forces the boy to look at Kanda. Kanda's eyes widen, anger disappearing from his face to be replaced with a sort of bemused smirk. "What's wrong, moyashi?" he asks, trying to get Allen annoyed. Truthfully, the sight of Allen crying, and such strange tears too, it disturbs Kanda. Allen doesn't respond, eyes distant as he recites the entire periodic table to himself in his head. Kanda growls the nickname again, annoyed now. "Answer me, moyashi!" After more silence from Allen, Kanda starts to draw Mugen. Allen flinches at the sound, looking at Kanda out of the corner of his eye. The iris is now half silver, half bright blue by now, quite visibly not right. Kanda's eyes widen in shock, and he stares at Allen's differently colored eyes in something like horror. "What the fuck, moyashi?!" Allen looks away out the window again. Kanda forces the white-haired teen to look at him, and he can actually see the silver melting away, being replaced with red or blue. The colored tears still stream down Allen's cheeks, and after a moment of the two just staring at each other, Allen launches himself into Kanda's arms, still sobbing, eyes almost entirely changed in color. It's strange, but Allen has begun to think of Kanda as a sort of mean older brother. Kanda awkwardly pats Allen's back, hugging the smaller boy. Their little moment is interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. Road appears on top of Lero, the golem yelling at her indignantly. She heads straight at Allen, yelling,
"Allen's mine!" Kanda growls and pushes Allen behind him, unsheathing Mugen and preparing to fight off the Noah. Road cackles, mocking Kanda. "Nope!" she trills, firing a multitude of candles at the exorcist. Link starts preparing seals as well, but before he or Kanda can do a thing, Allen leaps in front of Kanda. A candle hits Allen, and everyone in the room save Allen recoils or flinches at the sound it makes. A sharp crack! resonates through the room. The sound of bone breaking. Immediately, the air grows heavy, weighing on everyone and making it difficult to move and breathe. Allen's shoulders shake, like he's laughing, and an inhuman grin spreads across his face. Seven skeletal hands appear floating in the air around Allen, each with a different colored orb in a hole in the center.
'You broke the seal,' he signs, and his skin and muscle disappears, looking as if it disintegrates from the bone. His scar disappears along with the flesh, being replaced with a black crack from the bottom of his left eye socket to his mouth. Another crack appears above his right eye socket, ending at the top of his forehead. A flash of purple light and a powerful gust of wind forces everyone to squint their eyes shut, and when they reopen their eyes they are met with rubble and dust. But that isn't what holds their attention. No, what their gazes lock onto is the figure standing where Allen had been monents earlier. They are tall, over six feet, and there is no flesh anywhere on them. No eyes, skin or muscle. Just a skeleton with one glowing red eye and one glowing blue. The hands look like the ones floating around it, with holes in the palms. They have no orbs within them, though. The person, presumably male, is wearing all black except for a long white lab coat. Black pants, a dark grey turtleneck, and black dress shoes. He stands straight, emphasizing his height and making him seem intimidating. The lab coat gives him an aura of intelligence, His crookes, black grin grows wider as he signs, 'I grow tired of this game of cat and mouse.' A ram's skull, the size of a large dog, materializes next to him as he holds out a hand to point at the bewildered and frightened Road. Her apprehension disappears and she laughs at it.
"How are you going to attack me with that silly prop? Besides, it's not like anything stupid as that could kill me." The skeleton chuckles silently, a dark and menacing look on its face.
'Oh, really?' The ram's skull opens its jaws, and a ball of brightly glowing energy forms in its maw. He slashes downwards with the hand he had raised, and the energy is released as a focused beam of light. It hits Road and she screams as she is disintegrated by the pure energy. The skeleton sways, the hands and skull floating around him disappearing. I fucked up… now they know my true form, and all because of one stupid little candle. Ugh…I overdid it. Too much power after so long with no practice… His thoughts and vision grow hazy and his eyes stop glowing. They close fully, and he collapses to the ground, spent and already asleep. Link cautiously approaches the prone figure, and when it makes no move, he gingerly rolls it over. The skeleton is breathing, strangely enough, and although the bones have no visible connection to each other, they aren't separating. And the eyes…although they are nothing but sockets, they have closed to look like eyelids. Lenalee bursts into the room just after Link stands up, looking worried.
"Is anyone hurt? I can get Head Nurse-" She stops, staring at the skeleton with clothes laying on the floor. "What the-? Where is Allen-kun? This is his room…!" she asks, voice rising as her panic grows. It clicks for Link and Kanda, just then, that this skeleton is Allen. The skeleton that had been Allen wakes up just before the end of Lenalee's sentence. His body is heavy with fatigue, and he opens his eyes for just a second before Lenalee's loud voice makes him cringe and shut them again. The noise feels like a sledgehammer on his skull. Link sees his eyes before they close, and notes that they no longer have colored dots in them. Now there are just white dots, showing where he is looking. 'Allen' almost collapses again at the pounding headache he has, but Kanda catches him in time. He doesn't know if a hard hit on the floor would crack this seemingly magical skeleton's head.
"...Allen…?" Kanda asks hesitantly, unsure if his theory is right. In his arms, 'Allen' nods, wincing at the pain. Immediately, all the people in the room have different reactions to this news, but they all wonder how this could be possible aloud. Link looks mildly surprised, hiding his emotions well. Lenalee takes a step back and gasps, looking horrified. And Kanda…actually looks like this doesn't faze him at all. He just looks generally confused and worried. 'Allen' sits up, and Lenalee faints. His headache fading, 'Allen' chuckles again.
'Guess I couldn't hide my real form forever, hm?' Link gets serious, almost glaring at 'Allen' with the intensity of his gaze. Allen frowns, feeling highly uncomfortable. 'I will begin…with my real name. It is not Allen Walker.' 'Allen' signs that he would like some paper, because signing his name would surely confuse someone. He writes his name on what is brought, revealing that his true name is W. D. Gaster. Link nods.
"We will call you that now, then." Gaster nods.
'Just call me Gaster,' he signs, much slower than he usually would for the sake of these rather slow humans. Gaster grabs the paper and pen again and writes again in his neat cursive.
'Please remember now, that the Fourteenth can no longer take over my body. I have no flesh, and no genes for him to inhabit. Nothing but fabric and bones.' He pulls up a sleeve to demonstrate, revealing white bone, no tissue there. Link leans forwards to inspect further, and Kanda asks the burning question. "How?" Gaster shrugs. 'I have always been this way, not counting my time as a human. I truly do not know.' He stops there, not wanting to get too close to the subject he desperately wants to avoid. Monsters and magic are not usually accepted very readily by humans. Thankfully, neither Link or Kanda seem to suspect that he's excluding anything. Gaster stands up, albeit a bit shakily, and holds a hand out towards Lenalee. Kanda and Link start, recognizing a gesture close to that which summoned the ram's skull before. Instead though, a blue glow surrounds Lenalee and she slowly lifts off the ground. As Gaster starts to walk away, Link grabs his arm (shivering at the strange feeling of grabbing nothing but bones).
"What are you doing? Where are you going?" Gaster turns back, looking unimpressed and annoyed.
'Taking her to the infirmary. And checking on the others.' With that, he walks from the room, hands in his lab coat pockets. People stare and whisper as they pass, shocked and scared. Gaster walks quickly without meaning to, his long legs carrying him faster than the others. Therefore, he arrives at the infirmary quickly. Once there, he gently sets Lenalee down on one of the beds. Behind him, someone groans, and Gaster turns to see Lavi, stirring in a nearby bed. He signs, 'Hello, Lavi.' Lavi starts, eyes going wide. Then, he freaks out.
"GAH! The grim reaper is here! And he knows my name!" he shrieks, scrambling to get away from Gaster (getting tangled in the sheets and falling out of bed as he does so). Gaster chuckles, smile turning into a huge grin.
'Allen,' he signs to Lavi. Lavi stares in silence, and then freaks out again.
"He's after Allen! What happened to Allen?! Where is he?!" Gaster rolls his eyes, sighing noiselessly and gesturing to himself while signing
'Allen.' again. Kanda growls in annoyance at the redhead, stepping towards him and snarling,
"What the moyashi is trying to say, you baka usagi, is that he is Allen." Gaster frowns at the nickname.
'I am not short. That nickname does not apply.' Kanda snorts dismissively and mutters the nickname again. Just then, Lavi gets past his shock and exclaims,
"No way! That's not Allen! Allen's not a creepy old skeleton, plus he's way shorter than that!" Gaster twitches. He glares at Lavi and lifts his left hand, which has a green cross floating in the center of the hole. Crown Clown activates, the familiar white cloak appearing along with the (slightly modified) claw hand and cartoonish hand.
'I. Am not. Short. I never was.' The white dots serving as pupils have disappeared in his anger, and the black slit of a mouth is twisted into a frown. He sighs, closing his eyes for a bit. Crown Clown deactivates, and afterwards when Gaster reopens his eyes, the white dots are back. Gaster stares levelly at Lavi, looking highly unimpressed. 'Is that enough evidence? Or must I convince you further that I am, or was, Allen Walker?' Lavi gulps, nodding.
"Y-Yup! It's all good! Hey, why'd ya say 'was'?" Gaster smiles a small smile.
'My true name is Gaster.' Lavi nods slowly, processing all this new information and no doubt storing it away somewhere in his mind. Link touches his arm gingerly.
"Walker, you need to come with me to talk to Komui and Leverrier." The white pupils in Gaster's eyes disappear again, and a floating hand appears. It grabs the back of Link's collar, lifting him off the ground.
'What did I say to call me?' Gaster signs, anger speeding up his sign language. It takes Link a few seconds to process the very fast letters, but once he does, he hurriedly corrects his mistake. Gaster is very scary when he's angry. Gaster sighs and lets his magic hand dissipate. He closes his eyes and rubs his temples. All this is giving him another headache. He walks to an unoccupied corner of the infirmary and summons a magic pen. Drawing a grid on the air before him, he proceeds to fill in all the squares and create the periodic table. But he adds in an extra element, the letters beneath blurred but legible. Link peers at the table.
"Love?!" he asks incredulously, scoffing at the idea. Gaster writes more next to it, elaborating. 'Love: Level Of ViolencE. A way of measuring one's capacity to hurt others. ~Sans' Gaster starts up on quite the lecture, hands moving almost too quickly for even Lavi to understand. He translates for those who don't know, and everyone is fascinated with the information Gaster tells them. But Gaster, although rather enjoying teaching these humans, is sad. He has no possible way to return to the Underground without losing this physical form, and he would dearly love to go back to his home. But for now he shall content himself with ridding this world of the abominations called akuma, and the Love-filled Noah clan.
Alriiiight! Woot woot! I might post more today, maybe not. Depends on my motivation to do anything...I'm laaazyyy! XD Welp, I hope you liked this! Have a great day, all of you! And thanks again to WhiteWhisperingWind for letting me adopt this story! I hope I do it justice!