Truthtale
By 246Nakuro
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Chapter 1: Introduction
A skeleton on the broad boned side, while being relatively short, sat back on his bed running over the numbers. His spine was far from straight and while his eye sockets were black there seemed to be bags under them. When was the last time he had slept? The skeleton groaned in a deep but not insanely deep voice. Almost like he was forcing himself to work. The skeleton's name was simple. Sans. The punny skeleton pirate that the others avoided, besides his brother Papyrus. He was tasked with being the planner and it didn't take much to get Papyrus mad at him. Though to be fair… It didn't take much to annoy, tease, and calm him. Maybe it was the fact they were related. Considering the King of their little ship slept above him, Sans didn't want to risk it.
He'd been having… things… happen in his dreams. They were never bad enough to be considered nightmares, but never good enough to be considered dreams. They were somewhere in the middle. And it bugged Sans that he had no idea what was causing them, or how to stop them. He wasn't weak as so many others on the ship believed. But he didn't see the point of rushing into a battle if he could… you know… calmly sit it out.
Let those that liked to fight, fight. He would just read his books, or throw swords when they were needed. Or what have you. There was no point or reason to get involved in fights unless his brother was in danger. Seeing as how his brother was the only thing that mattered much to him, he never really tried to listen or stop anyone, if they weren't harming Papyrus.
His white pin needle eyes scanned over what he had just wrote. Slowly sliding from one side to the next and back again. No math calculations seemed to be written anywhere on the page. Though large numbers were clearly displayed strewn about hidden in the text. As he scanned over his work seemingly without end his delicate hand placed its thumb on what would have been a right cheek if he had muscle, bone and whatnot, while his fingers moved to the other side.
Clearly lost in thought, the loud knocking on the door would seemingly be the only thing that would snap even the most determined man out of his thoughts. Strangely though, Sans replied "enter" headless of his half dress, half frilly white shirt hanging off one shoulder, his black shorts scrunched together in almost tight fists around his boney legs. Another skeleton walked in his eye sockets held softer black pupils in their white expanse than the smaller skeleton.
His own red and white striped shirt was pulled up tight but not clinging, his pants seemed to be those of skinny black pants which gave his legs plenty of room to move and bend. Overall he was tall and had to duck to enter the smaller skeleton's room. His voice was loud even while Sans' was much softer in retrospect.
"Apologies brother." The other skeleton replied when Sans didn't look at him. "I do not mean to disturb your work…"
"Don't worry about it Papyrus." Sans replied looking up from his computer and to the other skeleton. "What's up?"
"Well… We've met another ship… and they don't seem very friendly…" Papyrus sounded nervous but like he was also trying to be brave as well. "So it's all hands on deck to try and save our ship from sinking."
"Right. I'll be right out." Sans replied closing the computer.
Papyrus left as quickly as he came and Sans meandered onto the ship deck but something felt off. The men fighting with the ship seemed to be trying to sink it. The cannon balls would hit the side of the ship and the other ship didn't seem to be trying to dodge it. Also for a ship this large with only five men defending it, it didn't add up. The ship had to be at least twice the size of their own and yet less than half as many people were defending it.
Confused and annoyed Sans closed his eye sockets and thought hard. Papyrus knew this look and tried not to be nervous of it. Sans opened his eye sockets leaving the right socket completely black but the left a hue of mixed cyan. Using his eye he searched the ship high and low coming to a stop at the dungeon which was suddenly full of people.
Now Sans wasn't heartless if their were people in danger he needed to at least offer some help if they couldn't help themselves. And what he had seen was many people tied up and fighting to get free. Instantly he was surrounded in a cyan light and then gone, only to appear on the other ship. A goat in a cape with long white horns that hung like a regal crown on his head glared at Sans.
"Sans! Come back here this instant!" He responded his own sword singing with one of the defenders'. His own clothes resembled royalty as well with a bright blue frilly shirt and white frilly pants, his long purple cape flowing behind him with each elegant movement he made.
Sans ignored him, dashing past the defenders and towards the dungeon to free the others. The first cell he reached quickly and began to look for the keys. They had to be nearby somewhere. He saw a glint of something shiny and rushed towards it, his black shoes making loud splashing sounds as he ran to it. There he found keys and set to trying to open the first cell.
A black ball of pain smashed into the ship and he felt the ship tilt to one side. It was sinking! He had to work fast! As he opened the first cell and pulled out his Swiss army knife to cut the ropes, water was already starting to come into the cells. He kept going faster and was happy when he wasn't the only one working to get everyone out. However with more people helping to unlock and untied all the cells captives they still couldn't free everyone. It looked like some would perish. Seemingly at the last second the last one was let out just as the ship started to completely sink.
Papyrus was being held back by the goat man from before, in the regal clothes as the ship started sinking more and more. The tears were falling fast from him when suddenly a goat with smaller horns on their head and small amount of fur hanging from their mouth like a tiny mustache made it to the surface. Followed by a blue colored fish helping hold up a yellow coughing dinosaur. The fish had red gills on her head and was very humaniod in figure. She had sharp yellow teeth and a single eye with an eye patch. Her red pony tail clung to her like many spears. The yellow dinosaur was short but not tiny. She too had big bones only because she had flesh she looked a little on the pudgy side but wasn't. They weren't males, judging by the bumps in their fronts. More and more monsters and humans kept rising to the surface followed by Sans.
Papyrus smiled and rushed to the bow to smile at Sans. "Brother! You did great!"
Sans smiled softly helping to get the others close enough to the ship to get on it. They were pulled up one at a time before the female goat cried out.
"Where is my child?!" Instantly everyone looked at Sans.
"I swear. I got everyone out that I saw." Sans replied shocked and horrified he might have missed a child.
Suddenly a huge gasp was heard and they looked out to the water where another woman, this one a human with brown hair and a blue and pink striped shirt, held two forms. Sans dove back into the ocean to help them bring the forms to the boat but he wasn't the only one. The fish dove in after him followed by the other female goat. Instantly the goat woman helped grab the white form which turned out to be a goat kid.
He coughed and hacked but otherwise seemed ok. His fur clung to him like a wet suit and his green eyes seemed to be trying to figure out where they were. The other striped shirted person was handed to Sans and he saw it was a human kid, no older than ten. She was limp but after a minute was cough and clinging to him. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell she was afraid of water.
But when he looked back he was shocked to see no human and no fish only for the fish to pop up holding the brown haired woman. Once they were all in the ship they turned towards the fish.
"Yo punk! Nice job-" Her eyes rounded out and she looked horrified. "What the hell happened to ya punk?!"
That's what got everyone's attention and they all rushed to see what was wrong. Only then did they see the blood from the wounds no doubt the sinking ship had made. However when Papyrus moved to grab her so to did the fish move. To grab one of the swords and so fast it was almost a blur touch it to the bottom of his jaw.
"I dare you to touch her." The look in her non-eye patched eye promised death if he moved another step closer.
Sans instantly wanted to kill the fish when suddenly a very weak voice spoke up from the bleeding human. "Undyne… please."
Suddenly to everyone's shock she threw the sword away. "You better know what you're doing punk. I'll kill ya if ya die on me."
Papyrus tried again this time getting a good look at her wounds. "They are extensive." His serious voice was on now. "I'll do what I can."
The goat man sighed but offered to help. Knowing the superstition of a woman on a boat was bad news. Now he had five on board. Still he was a gentleman… well tried to be.
"I'm sorry about your ship." He told them honestly. "We shall do what we can to get you home. It would be nice to know your names. Howdy. I am Asgore and you are?"
"Undyne." The fish lady responded and as she put her hands on her hips her muscles became very obvious.
"I am Toriel." The goat lady responded next, her torn white shirt and pants barely hanging on. "And these are my children." She gestured to the striped shirt girl clinging to her leg with one soft furred paw. "Chara, my adopted human child," Then gestured to the goat kid who looked up at Asgore. "And Asriel my son."
"I-I am A-Alphys s-sir." The yellow dinosaur seemed very nervous to be in front of so many eyes. "T-The human t-there is called Frisk."
"Sans." Sans replied with a light wave of his hand. "That's my bro." He gestured towards the skeleton working on the human now known as Frisk.
"The Great Papyrus." Papyrus smiled giving a soft bow. "At your service."
"Mettaton Daaaaarling." The robot with a black chest plate, pink heart shaped hole where his waist was and grey tube like arms and legs, his face bearing the markings of triangle/scar type looking roads, responded with a flourish of his hands.
"Kid." The young yellow teenage monster with no arms replied with a grumble.
With the pleasantries out of the way they carefully picked up Frisk and moved her to one of the nearby rooms to rest and hope Papyrus' healing did some work. Seeing how they were in need of an extra bed and the only extra bed was in Sans' room he was tasked with looking after her. Honestly he wanted to pass but didn't really have a choice.
"So who is this Frisk person?" Papyrus asked as he set to making food for everyone with Mettaton.
"We don't know." Undyne replied and that made everyone look at her. "She stowed away on our ship and we met her afterwards."
"What?" Sans was now confused and worried. "How do you know she wasn't one of those that theoretically based on where you were, stole the ship?"
Toriel who had been quiet for a long time now voiced up in an almost shaky voice. "Because she took two swords for me as well as saved my children."
Sans fell quiet at that. It did sort of point to her not being a bad person. Still Sans was annoyed that HE was put in charge of her. He heard movement and rose to head into his room to check on her. Frisk groaned covered in bandages and opened her eyes only for her to sit up quickly causing blood to start to leak through the bandages. Sans tried to help her lay down thrown for a loop when the only thing that Frisk was worried about was the others.
"Are they ok?!" Frisk demanded fighting Sans. "Are they alright?!"
"We are fine my child." Toriel replied from the doorway and Frisk instantly settled.
"Thank god." She mumbled softly.
"I thought you didn't know her." Sans pointedly asked.
"We only just met yes, but I've seen her around many times. When I first saw her, well the poor thing weighed less than you." Toriel replied gently glancing at Sans which made him blink. "We were able to give her enough food to put some meat on her bones luckily."
"Uhm… I hate to sound rude.. But can I have some alone time with Sans?" Frisk gave him a light smile. "It seems… we need to talk."