A/N: So I sort of want to try my hand at Undertale AU drabbles.
For my first one I decided to attempt a little thing for Outertale. Now here's the thing - I haven't read any fanfics for it as have only seen some fan art. I quickly went and read the little basics explanation post to get the overall concept.
(For those wondering the AUs I like are Underfell (my first and fav), Reapertale, Flowerfell (subAU), Dusttale, Aftertale (slightly more of a UA honestly), Altertale, Storyshift, and I've recently become interested in Outertale. Underswap is just okay, and I've seen snippets of other SubAUs and Crossovers that are nice. There's also four main fanfics that I love that could constitute as AUs (Never A Lovely So Real by Kaesa on AO3, Sugarless Milk Chocolate by starrylitme on AO3, CORE by Trefoil-Underscore on FF (also called Trefoil_9 on AO3), and another I can't recall the name of at the moment.)
I tend to write Frisk as a male I apologize if this offends anyone or anyone doesn't care for it. Chara is referred to as a girl in this.
Now for the fic!
DISCLAIMER: Undertale belongs to Toby Fox and Outertale belongs to its rightful owner on Tumblr (I'll add the name later).
Like An Expanse Of Stars Spread Across The Sky
It wasn't like he hadn't seen the sky before.
He would press grubby, short little fingers and his face against glass; sleepy, half-closed eyes opened a little wider in wonder at the great, dark expanse of not-quite-black and far away, unfeeling stars.
(. . .He would get yanked back a lot and told to stop being a nuisance.)
But here, if he paused on his winding trail, and really looked to the sky, he saw it wasn't that false-black; the stars weren't unfeeling.
The sky was an expanse of blues and greens, shifting to purples as dark as plum and the most brilliant shade of vermillion Frisk couldn't have even fathomed. The colors mingled, perhaps swirled, but stayed distinct enough they could still be considered each their own-
And the stars.
The stars were twinkling blazes and he could imagine the heat from them. Each star with its own, pale aura, twinkling like faded human souls-
And he dropped his head as his thoughts turned from the brilliant sky to darker things; darker than how he had thought the sky had been, when he was hidden (trapped) on that old space station blinded with artificial light.
. . . He knew what that sky looked like with Stardust shrouding the air; how those lights gleamed through dust-coated lashes, twinkling, twinkling, as Stardust mingled with tears and he cried and laughed, broken and shattered, like shattered Souls and falling Dust. . . !
He shouldn't know.
But he did.
(And wasn't that awful? How could he? How could h e . . .?)
(But it wasn't completely his fault.)
(After all, she had been the one to incite the first blow. The first k i l l.)
He kept staring at the powdery floor of the moon, his path already having been trekked, and waiting to be trekked yet again. He gave a breathy sigh, then straightened, steeling himself. The knife, clean, was clenched in his grip.
"Let's go again," he said, his quiet voice firm.
And he began walking down the path amongst the lonesome city, to reach the king.