A03 Blank Slate Stories: If Skull was... Grillby By Firehedgehog
Of course idiots create a virus, and of course all seven of them would be there to stop the release into a cities water supplies.
Ah there it was, the attack that hit one of the tubs of virus. Is started pouring on the floor.
"Evacuate," Reborn snarled, knowing that in seconds the liquid would kill them with a touch.
It was stupid, but he tripped.
And there it was, the next oh crap notice as the door slammed closed due to another explosion.
"Sempai I'm trapped!" Skull cried.
Then he was screaming as virus hit him, why was liquid feel like extremely boiling water.
He was going to die, for real this time. Never remembering who he was, his body destroyed so that the virus couldn't spread.
He drowned in death.
Grillby had lived a long life, he was a boss monster who had lost his family long before the human-monster wars. Flame monsters his typed aged slower then slow, even though they burned hot.
He remembered the blood and gore, the horrifying dust clouds formed as he defended his people as the humans pushed them further back every day.
He would not admit that being sealed underground was a relief, he was more then tired of fighting with only himself and other flame monster too young to be in battle.
Adjusting to after battle, to claustrophobic caves gave him nightmares.
He remembered the arguments on how they'd build there trapped world, and the first snow on a place soon to be named Snowdin. He could boast to being the first thing built there.
Then they were saved by a tiny brown haired child, gender unknown.
No really, the mostly silent child seemed gender null.
Of course he built his bar on the surface, he knew Sans would go nuts without a place to unwind.
He would never ever tell Sans that he had vague horrifying dreams of other timelines where they were the last monsters and dust everywhere.
Then the monster attacks started, pro human groups.
Nightmares of duststorms from the wars came to his mind.
In the end he didn't know how they grabbed him, only that he was dumped into the ocean.
He was going to die, turned to ashes and dust and mud.
Water was not something he should ever touch.
Water boiled around him as his magic surged against the bonds, against the water to stop it from washing him from existence.
He didn't want to die.
Monsters didn't have determination, it was deadly.
He had flames.
Then he had Flames!
Flames and Flames twisted.
Darkness consumed his changing form.
He woke with Flames and Flames, he felt warm for the first time.
Slowly Grillby/Skill rose ignoring the pain as monster flames and Flamesswirled around him.
He'd survived that day of drowning at the lost of self, and now he'd survive again.
It was strange, he was fully a monster, but right now he was fully human.. he'd have to learn to change back to himself later.
But first he had a virus to take care of.
He always did like fire towers.
"That's... not normal," Viper said, as the base the insane scientist had been using went up in normal flames. Flames that reached miles high and were threaded with cloud flames, hopefully that meant Skull was alive.
"Grillby?" Sans said, feeling an insane flare of magic miles away.
Grillby who had vanished about thirty years ago.
"Whelp, time to get moving," he said, and in a second he vanished